Honeymoon Part 1
"I can't believe it," Heero opened one lazy eye as he leaned back to nap on the couch of their hotel room. "You brought your cat with you on our honeymoon." He eyed me lazily as I pranced onto the seat next to him. I swiftly waved my tail in the air behind me and meowed playfully at him. I'm her best friend—she took me here because she loves me more than she loves you! I teased—of course, he couldn't understand.
"Aw, it's not that bad, Heero. C'mon!" Usagi smiled sheepishly at him. Heero smirked back in response and gestured for her to join him on the couch. Usagi squealed and landed next to him with a loud thud and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his chest.
"What should we name our child, Usagi?" he mumbled in a deep voice. His eyes shut peacefully. Usagi murmured back, her eyes closed peacefully as well. "Heero Usagi Jr." her shoulders shook slightly from laughing inwardly. "What a horrible thing to name a child. Do you hate children, Usagi?" he joked.
"Hey!" Usagi frowned pulling herself away from him and standing up to look down on him. "I was only joking. Boys can't take jokes can they?" she placed her hands firmly on her hips. "I'm a man, not a boy." Heero smirked, leaning further back on the couch.
Usagi huffed and stalked to the window. Two seconds later, she spotted an island not too far from the resort and she gasped. "That island isn't too far away! Let's go there!" she suggested and pointed out the window, a look of excitement on her face.
Heero sighed. "Fine, but we have to be back before dinner. It's going to rain tonight." He groaned as he stood from his comfortable position on the couch. Usagi squealed and ran barefooted out of their hotel suite. He shook his head into his palms and questioned what the hell he was doing. "I have to tell her the truth already. Enough is enough." He lectured himself in a low, husky voice.
He opened the door and looked back at me. "You coming or what?" he opened the door wider for me. I bounded off of the couch and nudged him in appreciation before following Usagi to the elevators.
Heero helped her off the speed boat that took them to the island. "Ahem," the captain cleared his throat. They both looked at him attentively. "We'll be back at six pm and we'll be leaving the island at six-thirty pm. If you aren't here by then, you will be stuck here until Monday morning. This island is closed off to visitors on weekends. It's only open during the weekdays excluding holidays." The man informed them.
"Yes, sir." Heero nodded and turned to his wife. "You hear that, Usagi? We only have—"
"Four hours to play!" she squealed and ran away from him, making splashes in the waves that rolled up to the shore as she ran. I followed after Usagi and sneered when the water came close to me. Heero called after us. "Wait! Luna doesn't like the water, stupid!" he got a hold of her by her hair and wrapped her hair around his own arm before yanking her back.
"Are you stupid or what?" he growled yanking her hair again. Usagi pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "I want to play in the water. Can we swim or something? We can look at the fish and stuff." She pleaded. Heero rolled his eyes. "What if the sharks eat you? They like to eat rabbits, didn't you know that?" he tried to look serious.
She narrowed her eyes at him and sneered. "You think I'm that stupid, you idiot?" she nudged him roughly in the chest and ran into the ocean. She turned back at him and winked before diving into the water.
"Usagi!" Heero shouted, taking a step into the water. His shoes were beginning to get soaked. "Wha—what about Luna?" he turned back and eyed me with furrowed eyebrows before finally weighing his choices in his head. "Damn woman," he muttered and took his shirt and shoes off before diving into the water after her.
He opened his eyes and spotted a glimpse of blonde hair waving mystifyingly in the water. He almost forgot that he was under water and was about to take in a deep breath when he saw that Usagi was resting near a bed of rainbow colored coral. Several fish swam around her figure and through her hair.
He went up for air and dove down again, swimming to her. He grabbed her waist from behind and turned her to face him. She smiled and welcomed him with a kiss before leading him to swim around.
I waited patiently at the shore, licking my paw and grooming myself before I looked up in alert. Heero and Usagi's heads were bobbing in the distance. Their heads closed in at a kiss and I meowed. Keep at it, Usagi and he'll eventually fall for you—for real this time.
"I can't believe it," Usagi murmured as she broke free from the kiss, her head bobbing up and down along the waves. "I'm married to you, Heero."
"I can't believe it either," Heero whispered back as he kissed her again. "I'm married to a savaged, country girl." He joked with a sly smirk gracing his lips. Usagi splashed water into his face and swam back to shore.
With increasing alarm, he quickly swam after her and gently yanked her hair before she could make a run for it. "Wait, what're you mad for? I was only kidding!" he shouted in the most sensitive voice so as not to cause her to cry.
I waved my tail high in the air and shook my head. Did you call her a country girl? Shouldn't have done that, Mr. Yuy.
"Maybe a savaged, country girl isn't good enough for the son of a multi-millionaire hotel and resort owner!" Usagi scowled trying to pull her hair free from his grip. Soon, the two were in a battle of tug-of war with her long hair being used as the rope. Heero calmly pulled her close enough for him to wrap his arms around her. "Go back to Relena! She's from a higher class than I am!" she cried out pounding his chest.
"You're actually comparing yourself to her? There's nothing to compare." He said in a low voice, pulling her head under his chin. "You're funny, out-going, friendly, naturally beautiful—you don't need all that junk on your face to look pretty, it's impossible to not like you and, well, you're kind of smart." He grinned sheepishly. Usagi pursed her lips. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" she crossed her arms and pulled her small frame away from his grasp. Heero nodded in response.
Usagi smiled subtly and hugged him. "Well, it kind of worked." She whispered into his ear. Heero flinched backwards and chuckled nervously at her before picking his shirt up from the sand and putting it back on again.
"What say we go exploring?" Heero suggested. Usagi frowned. "Are you sure you can handle it? It's a jungle out there. I think it's safer to stay near the shore. What if a wild boar eats you up?" even though she looked and sounded serious, he knew that she wasn't at all serious.
"Don't wild boars like to eat bunnies?" Heero responded sharply, trying to sound as serious as he could. Usagi's grin immediately diminished as he made his remark and she huffed, turning away. Her long hair swishing to the side as she had done so.
Heero tapped at the side of his head and winked at her wryly. "Your pigtails," he commented. "They're coming loose. Why don't you fix them up?"
Usagi huffed again and pulled her dango-styled buns apart. Heero, jerked his head backwards, clearly shocked. "What in the world—why did you do that? I told you to fix them, idiot." He shook his head, muttering harsh words. Usagi scoffed. "I'll fix them later."
I nudged Heero's leg and purred. Usagi was sometimes difficult to deal with and I pitied him slightly. Heero sighed and looked down at me. "Well, at least you're manageable."
They had spent the next three hours exploring the island, leaving me behind on the beach. I didn't want to go anyway—cats don't go exploring.
At one time, Usagi and Heero got separated to which two parrots they had come across led them back to each other again. They discovered a cave behind a wide waterfall and a cliff that overlooked the ocean.
Heero stopped in his tracks and sat at the edge of the cliff. "Can we rest here for a few minutes." It sounded more like a demand than a request. Usagi nodded, still staring out into the sea. "Sure." She murmured in a soft voice.
Heero looked over at his wife and watched silently as her hair flail along the wind. From the side, he could see how long her eye lashes were—and how thick as well. Her bottom lashes were lengthy in comparison and it made her look like a doll, almost.
"Why don't you wear make-up?" he asked, in a low voice. Usagi shrugged. "I don't know how to put it on. Relena usually does it for me, but…" she paused, ending her sentence with a plaintive tone. Heero understood perfectly well. Ever since Relena began dating Duo, his cousin, she has become ever so mean to the people around her—especially to Usagi, who had worked several years at Duo's villa as a maid.
"Relena wants him for his money." She muttered sadly. "It obvious to everyone but Duo. I hate how she's using him like that." She crossed her arms and pursed her lips bitterly, her eyes watering slightly from the stinging of the wind.
Heero sighed and inwardly scowled at himself. Going through with his lie was getting harder. He had to tell the truth before she would be too hurt. He stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders from behind.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you right now, but if I don't, then it'll be harder on the both of us." He said to her in a low voice and held both her hands, facing her to him. He squeezed her slender fingers together and looked down into her eyes before finally admitting, "This marriage with you was a lie, Usagi." He said in a husky voice that no woman could resist. If she hadn't listened to what he had just said, she would have melted right there.
But she heard him. Every single word of it. The organs in her stomach churned and twisted into tight knots. She felt light headed and dizzy—the bad kind of light headed and dizzy. There was nothing else to say. No one could be trusted.
Without so much as uttering a word, she ran off again. Heero called out to her, his arm out stretched. "Usagi, wait!" he shouted and looked over his shoulder, spotting a boat arriving in the distance. "Usagi! The boat's coming to pick us up! USAGI!" he groaned and kicked a rock that was the same size as his head and cursed aloud.
"Dammit," he spat out and he headed for the beach.
"Where's the young lady who was with you?" the captain questioned, tipping his hat back, revealing his eyes. Heero ran his hand over the back of his head and shook his head. "She ran off somewhere. I couldn't find her."
The captain shrugged in disappointment. "We have to depart soon, son. You want to come on board and search for her the first thing on Monday morning?" he asked. Heero sighed and looked back at the trees that marked the beginning of the jungle beyond the beach. "USAGI!" he shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Nothing.
Heero sighed and made his way onto the boat. "There aren't any wild animals that'll harm her, right?" he narrowed his eyes in worry. The captain shook his head in thought. "None that I know of."
He relaxed slightly. "Ok, she'll survive on her own for two days." He watched the island grow smaller in size as the boat sped away back to the resort they stayed at.
I nudged her hand with my head, urging her to caress my head. To no avail, she continued to cry, sitting down on a rock near the waterfall. C'mon, Usagi! We have to get back to the beach before the boat leaves us. What time is it anyway?
"I get it now," Usagi said through suppressed sobs. "Heero's still in love with Relena. He used me all along—just to get back at Relena." She sobbed into her hands again before muttering harsh words about herself. "I'm pathetic, aren't I?"
Usagi! I scratched her harshly and bounded off in the direction of the beach. We need to leave this island now! Rain clouds are approaching quickly. The boat is probably there!
"Luna—Luna, wait!" she called out and dashed after me. I stopped in my tracks and waved my tail in the air with a look of irritation. My nose wrinkled and I sneered. Look! The boat has already left. Usagi, you silly girl! We're stuck on this island until Monday morning!
Usagi gasped and covered her mouth. "Is that the boat? Did Heero get on board?" she pursed her lips bitterly. "That stupid boy—leaving me on this island all by myself!" she scowled. I scowled as well. You're not alone! I'm here with you! She ignored me and shuffled the sand around with her bare feet.
"Maybe he's still somewhere on this island" she wondered aloud. "Or, maybe he's getting people to help find me." Then she sulked on the sand. "He's not coming back for me. He left me." She sobbed into her hands again.
Grow up, you silly girl. I held my head high and thwacked my tail against her legs. You'll survive in a place like this. You don't need him. You're a country girl—you know how to gather your own food from the wild—stop overreacting.
Usagi wiped the snot and tears away from her face and took a deep breath. "Ok, Luna. How's fish for dinner sound?" she tried her best to look happy. I licked my paw and meowed. Yes, please.
Heero looked out the window and rubbed his chin with a worried look plastered on his face. Running his hand through his hair for the seventh time, he grunted. "Dammit. It's going to be a thunderstorm." He muttered to himself. "You shouldn't have left her." he told himself and repeated it ten times until he grew frustrated.
"Fuck." He hastily swiped the back of his hand against his mouth and angrily walked towards the door, pulling his coat from the rack and putting it on before heading out the door.
It had only been three hours since he left his wife on the island to return to their hotel room. He hadn't eaten. He couldn't—the guilt from stranding his fake wife on an island with a cat as her only companion tugged at his heart. He calmly walked across the lobby and out towards the beach. The boat that he rode on was there, but no one was on it. He couldn't ask any of the workers to take him back to the island—not unless they wanted to risk losing their jobs.
If he hadn't received training in being a perfect soldier back when he was just a boy in his teens, then he would have given up. But he was a genius when it came to infiltrating foreign operational machinery. He surveyed the area and decided that it was ok for him to sneak onto the boat. His only threat was a little boy who was staring at the sand that was caught between his toes just a few meters away from him—and he was only of minimal threat.
"Good boy, don't pay me any attention." He muttered under his breath as he looked over his shoulder one last time at the little boy. He stealthily made his way into the control panel room of the boat and dismantled the controls. After adjusting a few wires, the boat's engine screeched into gear.
He smirked, inwardly congratulating himself for a job well done and he went ahead, at full speed towards the island.
He had heard thunder over the roaring of the engine and the waves splashing against the sides of the boat. His eyebrows creased in worry as he leaned forward to look out the window. Better get there fast, a voice in his head told him.
"Dammit," he grunted. "It's too dark." He couldn't make out where the shore was and where the jagged rocks were which made it impossible for the boat to pass through. A flash of lightening illuminated the sky once again and Heero jerked forward in fright. The boat slammed front first into a jagged rock, flipping the boat over onto another group of sharp rocks. He was up-side down in the control panel room and a few waves rolled into the room, uninvited, slowly making it harder for him to breath.
"The things I do to be a hero." He told himself as he spat out the salt water that entered his mouth. He smirked at the inside joke he had made and swam out, the waves slamming him into the rocks made it hard for him to get to shore—and it was starting to leave bruises and cuts all over his body as well.
He coughed, the salty tang of the sea was scratching at his throat and stung his eyes with tears that were swept away by the waves of the ocean anyway. He was pushed up against another section of rocks and clung onto dear life before letting his fingers slip off. His vision went blurry for several seconds until his right temple and cheek bone hit something hard. Then, he blacked out.
The thunderstorm finally subdued and I decided to stretch my body and take a short walk down the beach. I nudged at Usagi indicating my leave and she nodded, still stuffing her face with the fish she caught and cooked.
"I'll catch up with you in a minute, Luna." She said between bites and lowered her head, getting ready to sink her teeth into her food. I stalked away, waving my tail in the air and saw several tiny sand crabs crawling along the shore. I pounced at them, seizing this chance to practice my hunting skills—then I stopped, staring intently at the jagged rocks lining the far side of the shore.
Heero! There he laid, flat on his stomach on a large, semi-flat, semi-sharp rock. His shirt was torn and the bottom hem of his pants were uneven. His right pant was shorter than his left and his forehead was bleeding. I got a closer look and realized that he was probably concussed.
I bounded back to the hut that Usagi had made and pawed at her to follow me. Usagi! I found Heero! We have to go save him—he's injured! But she didn't budge. She licked each of her fingers and looked at me puzzled.
"What's the matter, Luna? You still hungry—fat kitty." She teased, sticking her tongue out. I clawed her knee and hissed, my whiskers rising stick straight. "What?" Usagi jerked backwards, surprised.
I scratched again and hissed before heading in the direction of Heero's body. Usagi followed with a worried look on her face. "Luna, what's wrong? Are you sick?" she called out. Then she gasped, spotting a body among the rocks.
"Heero," she called out to him twice and pulled him into her arms. Gently, but with much difficulty, she pulled him onto the sand. "Heero," she called out to him again, but couldn't say any more than that.
He awoke to the sound of birds and the tickle of the waves at his feet. He tried sitting up, but the right side of his head throbbed. A piercing sound emitting from inside his head cut through his hearing. "Ahh!" he groaned, wincing at the pain and clutched the side of his head as he propped himself up with his other arm.
"If you don't calm down and relax, you'll lose your mind." A voice stated. He turned to his right and smiled at his wife. "You haven't been eaten by wild pigs yet. That's good." He joked, but she didn't laugh. She was carrying a sharp rock, a coconut and another coconut that was split in half and carved to have it function as a cup or container. Inside of that carved cup was this bitter-scented reddish-brown liquid.
She sat next to him and placed the rock on the sand and held it in place by placing it in between her feet. Heero watched in fascination as she raised the coconut high above her head before bringing it down onto the rock, splitting it nicely down the middle. She poured the reddish-brown liquid into the coconut and shook it in a circle, trying to infuse it with the coconut juice.
"Here," she mumbled, raising it to his face. Heero arched a brow. "What is that?"
Usagi huffed. "You want to get rid of that headache, don't you? It's medicine." She exclaimed and placed the rim of the coconut drink to his lips. He sipped it and for the first time in a long time, felt complete relief. The cool liquid went down his throat—a few shreds of the white substance lining the inner walls of the coconut made its way down his throat as well, but it didn't matter. It was delicious.
"When we get back to the hotel on Monday, what do we do?" she asked in a soft voice. She didn't look at him Heero arched a brow. "What are you talking about?" his voice was still gruff from drowning in the ocean.
"We're not really married, you said." It sounded as if she were mocking him. "Should we get separate beds—or separate rooms?" she suggested, this time she looked straight at him. Heero shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have used you—I was afraid you'd refuse to help me get back at Relena, that's why I did it." He tried to explain himself and he held onto her arm. "This shouldn't be a reason to end our friendship, right?" he tried to smile, but he felt too weak.
Usagi sighed and looked away. "Heero, I fell in love with you. It hurts." She murmured and stared out into the sea with a distant look on her face. He loosened his grip on her and pulled away. "I'm sorry," he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "But we can start over right? Let's put this behind us. Friends?" he felt pathetic—like a kid who had just fought with his friend and was trying to make up again.
"You're right." Usagi replied more cheerfully than he expected. "We can still be friends."
A/N: This chapter was kinda long, hm? :D Next chapter will probably be up in three to four weeks? I hope you enjoyed it!