Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam Wing.
Prologue
Privacy. Hilde Schbeiker wished for privacy as she blew out the candle lodged in a cupcake with pink frosting. She hated pink.
"Wow guys this is great, but my birthday is two weeks away."
"It's never too early to celebrate," Duo said as he popped open a bottle of wine.
Cynthia chimed in, "And you're only young once." Then handing Hilde a wine filled glass she added, "And you're only twenty-four once. Enjoy what little time you have left."
"Well yes, but must we celebrate here and now," Hilde asked. Here, being her bathroom. Now, being her bathing in a tub filled with slowly depleting bubbles. Hilde sank further into the water and remaining bubbles.
"We just wanted to surprise you," Cynthia said—clearly her idea. "Didn't we sweetie," she said turning to Duo for support.
And Duo, being the charming agreeable being he is, agreed. "Of course. Didn't you say, just the other day, you love surprises."
"Like a box of chocolates," Hilde exclaimed.
"Well, you gotta admit you were surprised," he went on.
Of course she was surprised. Who wouldn't be, if two loonies barged into your bathroom while you were bathing?
"Well the surprise is over!"
"Don't be mad Hild," Duo pouted, kneeling by the tub begging for forgiveness with his blue eyes.
"Too late. Leave me to my wine and cupcake," Hilde declared.
"Not without a kiss from my birthday princess," Duo said. Before she could protest, his lips met her forehead. She blushed and glanced towards Cynthia who, to Hilde's surprise, looked amused. Then lowering his mouth to her right ear he softly whispered, "You look fabulous with no clothes on."
She would have shoved him away, had her hands not been occupied with a glass of wine and a cupcake; so instead, she yelled at him to "Get the heck out!" She watched him laugh as Cynthia hauled him away through the door.
"Enjoy the cupcake," Cynthia said.
Hilde looked at her pink frosted cupcake noticing with dissatisfaction it's flavor—vanilla. She hated vanilla.
The door shut and she was alone. Privacy. Her wish came true; even though, Hilde knew how short-lived her wish would be.
But why dwell on the negative, she thought. Taking a sip of wine, Hilde decided to kick back and relax.
Then she bit into the pink frosted vanilla cupcake she was certain to hate, but couldn't resist eating; after all, sugar is sugar. Hilde was astonished. She absolutely loved this cupcake; it was light, fluffy, sweet and delicious. Perfect.
A knock.
The door opened and a head, Cynthia's head, peeked through. "If you like the cupcake, I'd be more than happy to bake you a batch," she offered before sticking her head back out and shutting the door.
And with that, Hilde's wish ended.
Taking another bite of the perfect cupcake, she thought of it's baker: blue eyed, long blonde hair, slender, gorgeous and absolutely perfect. She thought of Cythnia. She hated Cynthia.