Salvete amici!
(Pretending that that was spelled right, it's Laten for "Hello friends"…see, I can be clever sometimes…sike ;)
Guys, I want to mentally prepare you for this chapter. I want you to be ready to push your imagination to the extremes. You may find yourself wondering if I lost my mind, if I've completely hit the funny farm as you read this. You would be correct- I wonder the same things myself. LOL
You'll understand why as you read this chapter.
Anyway- has anyone grown up watching Veggie Tales? If so, think of them as you read this chapter. If you have no idea what the heck I'm talking about look up "Silly songs by Larry: Waterbuffalo" on youtube. :3
No I'm not a dor- okay, I take that back, I am totally a dork and veggie tales was like the best children's show ever when I was little. Don't judge me- or if you do, at least wait until the end of the chapter.
Important! :
I am truly sorry for my disappearing habit I have happened to nailed. No I didn't disappear off the face of the earth, I'm just having a lot of writing blocks. Also most of my creativity and writing has gone to my Creative Writing class I'm taking at a collage. (Btw, it's amazing the grammar- or lack there of- I see in this class. How half the students there passed English 101 is beyond me.) Not that I can talk, 'cause I know my grammar ain't perfect, but I do make an effort to write intelligible for the sake of my readers and my own sanity. Don't write what you can't read.
Polls: I've decided to go with the longer plot (which will go into effect in…this chapter actually…mucho importance ) and the revealing of Lacus's pet will not be in this chapter, but you'll find out soon ;)
Random things help me come up with stories. For example. My main inspiration for this story is, yes, you guessed it, pickles. So feel free to review random things, or even random chapter title suggestions (they should begin with 'In which') that don't even make sense. Believe me, I'll eat it up and spew it back out in some written manner
For those who can't stand a blabbing author/ess, skip this next part as I respond to my darling reviewers. :3
Leblanc- I'm actually starting to feel like I'm writing one of those 'hundred drabbles' stories since none of my chapters seem to link up, lol. Sometimes I sit down and I stare at the computer thinking "My God, where am I going with this?" oh well, as long as there are people who have a good time reading :)
Apparentdaydreamer- Guess what? I can't see where this story is heading either, la la la :) . Just kidding, I have a tiny idea of where this is heading. Tiny… This chapter is the first chapter with any importance to the plot, lol . Hopefully, I'll manage to keep this good… ;)
Yennefer- oh boy, it's you :D lol, Um, Athrun's past…well, let's see, you knew his mother had something to do with the medical field… yeah, that's about it. Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it, but there are like, three main countries- Plant, Orb, EA- currently everything is taking place in the EA. Dear God, have you ever been in a human-dog-human sandwhich? It's not that funny, lol- you get squashed and can barely breathe, not to mention all you can smell is stinky dog. Lol Btw, a lot of my friends now like you since I quoted your thing about languages hahaha. Meer,,, she and Athrun are my current loose cannons… sigh. What am I going to do with them -.-
Iew, don't eat sea food D: You know how I feel about sea food hahahahahahahah
Elgnis rekresreb- Ohhhhh, so that makes a ton more sense now, though, single…? That can be taken two ways, ya know? Single as in a solitary berserker, or single as in someone who is flying solo relationship wise, er, I was just pointing that out, 'cause I'm a dork lol hahahhahaha, heartless, lol, and thanks about the hospital scene- though I was kinda going for 'sad' everyone seemed to think it was cute lol :)
IgNighted- Mrs. Hibiki is kinda based off my Mom who homeschooled five boys and me through school -.- God, the horror- every day was probably a nightmare for her lol … Noooo, waaaait, reallllyy? Homecoming is closer to thanks giving? -.- I'm so stupid, blah,….oh well, this is my story- minor tweakings are allowed ;3 about Lacus's pet… cuddly… ha. Ha. Ha. We'll see about that, thanks so much though for chipping in :) Oh, I can promise you dramatic story- how about ludicrous? I can do ludicrous-to-the-point-nothing-makes-sense… yeah, I'm good at that ;) Ah, let me amend what I said about my
dog and Chewie, they are very much alike, and nearly everything chewie has done, my dog has done as well. The kidnapping… Well, it's an exaggerated story of something that happened to me when I was little and Charlie (my dog) took me for a walk, rather then the other way around…
Xoxodork- I'm so glad I had an up-to-snuff constitution at that moment cuz I swear I almost did… btw, about your dog? Hahahahhahahah I'm definitely stealing that for my story ;) honestly, none of my dogs have swept things off of tables with their tails- though my one dog sleeps outside my bedroom and when he sleeps he dreams and he'll start kicking my door which of course wakes me up, thinking there's some creeper outside's my room. And sure thing, new biffle, *shakes hands* nice to, uh,,,, meet you ;)
Sake-hime – awwwww, thank you, and I try to keep everything fresh when it comes to Chewie- though I worry often that you readers will find things rather unbelieveable. It's good to hear though that y'all are still enjoying it :)
Meyrin-x-ZAFTgirl- hahhahahahhahahahahha, lick your stuffed unicorn, hahahhahaha that's soooo random of your dog, lol that just made my life. Ahhhhh, I was so worried about writing Shiho's backstory- I didn't want to go into it too much right away, plus I was trying to be sensitive to others about mentioning religion lol, who knows how well that turned out. Well, Meer has never really gotten on my nerves before,,,, she's kinda my 'blonde character' in the story. You know, the blonde who all the blonde jokes are made off of? It's something this Meer and I have in common -.- Yup, I'm a blonde who has heard a lot of jokes in her short life time lol, I love blonde jokes though- they make my world go around
Stubbornheroine- well, more on the whole age difference will be written later as to why Athrun was like "What the snicker doodle O.o " lol there's going to be more then a competition bet ;) just keep referring back to the poem though :)
Thinkingintheshower- I may have mentioned this already, but you have a unique screen name. You must get that a lot though, huh? Yeah, I agree- you're not the first person to have said that to me before- but I have a tendency to make notes while I write and then forget to move them/erase them before I publish things. It can be embarrassing sometimes! D: lol awwwwww, now you have me all sentimental about my dog :( hope you can see your dog soon :(
AsuCaga Forever- I know what you mean about being too lazy to sign in- I do it all the time- lol ahhhh, a new computer- that sounds epic :O lol, I kinda need a new one. My netbook, it recovered and it can hook up to wifi again but it can't hook up by internet cords (which is how I've always done it before) for some reason, which bothers my greatly lol I hope you had back up on your files :( I can totally understand the trauma of losing all your writing material- it's like the world is crashing down around you and you're the only one sane enough to notice. Lol No, I haven't sent her an email- cuz I'm not sure she does check it anymore…? No… well, the ideas I come up with never make sense- for example, this chapter O.o I'm still trying to figure out what recess of my mind came up with this O.o hahahha, well, I really love dramatic words :) It was like 10,000 words, btw? Ahhh, I have a tendency to keep writing until my creative oasis runs dry :) ahhh, the age difference- everyone is wondering the same thing. I'll get to that, some chapter lol Actually, I have a gosh-awful timing writing KxL and not going OOC, so when I sat down to write this story I was like: Oh screw it, we're doing things my way :D lol actually, poor Dearka- what I have planned in store for him… I write a bit of poetry when I'm bored – and unless I say otherwise- all poetry is my own :)
Thanks everyone for such thoughtful reviews :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed/D and all, um, bad reference jokes readers might uncover in the subtext were not written with that intention by the authoress. Nevertheless, enjoy what you may make out of it. God knows I sat there laughing my head off as I tried to write difficult sentences.
Bah, you'll understand what I mean.
Neither do I own Veggie Tales, Sexy and I know it, Saw nor Shakespeare.
Warning: This chapter has NOT been edited due to time and the fact that Easter is coming up
Enjoy! ;)
Chapter 5 : In which our characters are in a pickle
"No! No! You can't do this to me! You just can't!"
Blue eyes flashed steely. "By the powers invested in me-"
"Stop!"
"And as written in the B.F.F. code you-"
"Lacus! Please, don't make me…!"
"are obligated to fill in for me at work just this once."
And that's when Lacus played her last card.
Puppy eyes.
To her horror, Cagalli found herself melting in front of her friend's pleading look and she slumped against her locker. "Please…" she begged one last time, "Please don't ask me to do this."
"Cags, you got to." Lacus told her. "Remember that time I helped you search Chewie's poop after he ate your one of your mom's rings?"
"That is so different and you know it. This is just plain humiliating." Cagalli half-sobbed into the soccer ball she clutched to her chest. The two things that Cagalli adored doing. Music and soccer.
"I'll owe you forever and after." Lacus said, clasping her hands together. "It's only for three hours."
Cagalli rubbed her brow. "I get half the pay?"
"Of course."
"And next time we ask you to pet sit while we're on vacation, you'll actually pet sit instead of secretly hiring someone else."
Lacus hesitated. There was a reason why she kept her family friend, Bill, the lion tamer from the zoo on speed dial. "…sure." She said half-heartedly though inwardly she was already shrinking in horror at the idea of having to take care of Chewie when the Hibikis left. The one time Bill was unable to fill in for her had been an absolute nightmare that she rather not think about.
Cagalli sighed, glancing at a clock. Class was about to start in a moment. "Oh what the hell. What's with a little more mortification in life." She glanced sideways at her relieved friend. "I'm surprised they would let me fill in for you again."
Lacus shrugged. "They were planning to knock down that section of the restaurant anyway. You just beat them to it by setting it on fire."
"I didn't set it on fire- don't say it like that. You make it sound like I did it on purpose." Cagalli huffed.
"I quote 'Hey, Mom…. I accidently might have burned down a resteraunt trying to light a candle on top of a birthday cake.'."
"See, now you're just focusing on all the negatives. The important thing is that nobody was hurt and that they were willing to drop charges over the fact that they were completely reimbursed." Cagalli paused. "Hey look- Shiho!" Admiration showed in her eyes as Cagalli skipped up to the tall brunette, Lacus trailing behind her.
"How ya doing, Shiho?" she asked.
Shiho jumped slightly, looking startled, as she paused in examining herself in a tiny mirror. It was so un-Shiho-like to even be worried about her looks that Cagalli stumbled slightly.
"Oh I'm doing fine. Just a small bump on the head and a few brusies." Shiho smiled.
Must have been a pretty big bump if you're checking your looks in the mirror. Cagalli thought dryly as she noticed that a faint glimmering eyeshadow had been applied ever so lightly to Shiho's eyes.
Before Cagalli could make a comment on how weird the older girl was acting, a familiar, harsh voice barked out loudly down the hall. "Do you have a problem, punk?"
Shiho rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I'll have to talk to you guys later. Duty calls."
"Oh thank God." Lacus murmured after Shiho had disappeared into the forming crowd. "For a moment there, I was really worried."
Cagalli nudged her with her elbow. "Me too…That was just weird. Like, invasion of the body snatchers." She glanced across the hall to where Meer was applying a coat of lipstick. "For the good of us underdogs who are protected from Yzak by Shiho, we must be careful never to let her spend extended amounts of time with Meer."
Lacus laughed and the two began to wriggle their way through the people towards their classes. "I'm glad she is doing well."
"Hmmm…" Cagalli nodded. "Hey, why do you need me to fill in for you at work anyway? It's not like you to skip work."
To her amazement Lacus flushed a slight pink. "No reason."
Though Cagalli didn't notice, Lacus's gaze had trailed away to fix on a brunette further down the hall who was yawning on his way to math class. "Yes, no reason at all." She murmured.
OOOOO
"Yzak!" Shiho roared as she stomped her way infront of the fallen boy. "It is way too early for you to be acting like an ass!" she paused, her eyes sweeping him, and her eyebrows rose. His normally neat frat-boy appearance had been splotched by green paint that had come from his victim's palette.
Yzak sneered, looking quite like a bristled cat. "Who are you calling an ass?"
Shiho threw her hands up in disgust. "Somebody please lend Yzak a mirror so he won't waste more braincells then he can spare on figuring this out."
Past Yzak, Shiho could see Dearka wriggling his way through the crowd to where they were. She wondered if he was going to get there in time.
"Back off!" Yzak snarled, his eyes flaring an icy glare. "You-" and then he stumbled.
Everyone couldn't help but stare as Yzak fumbled about for an insult.
Shiho's jaw dropped. "You?" she repeated prodding.
Yzak's brow furrowed but by then it was too late. The damage was done.
Yzak was at a loss for words.
Or not a complete loss. "You idiot." He concluded half heartedly.
"Riiiiiight." Shiho raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly stunned. Normally by now their fight would have escalated to blows with teachers trying to restrain them. Yzak being flummoxed put her in an awkward position of 'now what?'. "Anyway, leave him alone. I'm hardly awake enough to deal with this crap." She tossed her hair over her shoulder before turning around to extend her hand to the tan boy who was looking just as stunned on the ground. "You alright?" she asked.
The boy gaped at her. "Wow, I don't know whether to be complimented that a pretty lady such as yourself is talking to me or feel utterly insulted that I just got protected by a girl."
Shiho snapped back her hand before he could take it. "If you're going to be sexist, then you can help yourself up, kiddo." She snipped before turning around and walking up to Yzak. "And you, you silver-hair, obnoxious pig!"
Yzak's eyes narrowed to a flintly look. "At least I don't use farm animals to insult you." He sniffed. "I wouldn't want to insult them after all."
And then there fight went to blows as Shiho launched herself at him and Dearka rocketed himself forward just in the nick of time to intercept.
In the end all three got detention.
OOOOOO
"I hate being part of drama." Cagalli complained to no one but herself as she pushed and stumbled her way through the curtains. Drama in her school was a joke. The plays were either strictly to the original text or so badly written that everything was a poor joke. Besides, there was no director, nor play writer so everything was done by the students who, just about, didn't care. So the only ones who signed up for it were those who didn't manage to get into the other extra school activities. And you had to be at least apart of one.
"Darn it! Where does this stupid curtain end?" Cagalli muttered as she tripped again, struggling to get through the thick velvet curtains to the backstage. She was just making head way when a low, melodic voice made her freeze.
"'But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Cagalli is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.'…and these spiders while you're at it, if you please, because I must admit I'm deathly afraid of them."
Cagalli stared in amazement at the boy who was hugging his knees as he sat atop a cardboard box, grinning like a cheshire cat. A warm blush stained her cheeks slightly and she tried to imagine why the sight of Ahmed had caused a jolt to go through her.
"Ahmed, you dolt! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" At last she parted the curtains enough to go into the backstage. There she noticed a tiny cast that consisted of ten people, including Ahmed, Meyrin and…
Oh dear merciful Lord of tolerance.
Meer.
"Thanks for helping me out there." She added as she sat besides him and he scooted over to give her some room. "What's going on?"
He shrugged. "It isn't obvious? Nothing. Nothing is going on- nothing has been going on."
Meyrin, spotting Cagalli, made her way over with a brilliant scowl. "Those doofuses over there," she gestured to the other seven cast members and Meer who were gathered in a group, debating something. "Do not seem to realize that a great play actually takes hard work and good writing before it may come to life."
"And of course, you're offering to show us what a great play is?" Ahemed asked, raising an eyebrow.
She blushed slightly. "Well,"
"What play were we assigned for this year?" Cagalli jumped in, saving her friend from the direct attention.
Ahmed's smile spread. "'She speaks! Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art,'" he raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
"Eh…What?" Cagalli looked lost.
"Sure you recognize this?"
"As much as I do algebra."
"In other words, not well." Meyrin translated. She sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "Good Lord, Cagalli. Shakespeare."
"Bless you."
"No, William Shakespeare. Ahmed was quoting Romeo and Juliet." Meyrin rolled her eyes at Ahmed and he nodded his head agreement with her.
"You mean there's a point to all the mumbled garbage he was spouting?"
Horror crossed the pair's faces before her as they stared at her.
"Don't say that!" Meyrin whispered, glancing around as if she expected the gods of playwriting to come swooping out of nowhere and smite them dead.
"Okay, so we're going Romeo and Juliet. Let me guess, an epic romance with a happily ever after." Cagalli sighed.
Ahmed and Meyrin exchanged a long look.
"Sure, let's go with that." Meyrin at last said flatly. "But we need to do something- the play needs to be worked on in the next couple months and the script isn't even written."
"We could just read straight from the original script." Ahmed suggested.
"No!" came the instant response from the two girls next to him and they glowered at him. He laughed before waving at the rest of the drama crew to join them. "We need to work this out into a schedule."
"As long as it doesn't interfere with my life." Meer interjected- her words echoed by just about everyone that had migrated over.
"Am I the only one here who wants to be here?" Meyrin asked and silence answered her and she sighed.
"Alright, so when are we doing cast auditions?"
After a lot of schedule haggling, they figured two weeks from then on a Thursday.
"That gives us two weeks to come up with a script!" one brunette pointed out.
At this everyone burst out with personal issues they had with drama and why they should just cancel the whole hellish ordeal. Five minutes had past when at last a voice rose above the other cries and exclaimed.
"I'll do it!"
A stunned silence followed as everyone stared at quiet ol' Meyrin who was looking rather pale as if she hadn't intended to speak.
"Do-?" Cagalli said slowly.
Meyrin blinked slowly as if she wanted to bolt. "I'll…write…the script." She said it more like a question that she was begging for someone to refuse.
"Excellent." Meer clapped her hands together in delight. "Now that that is taken care of- the position of Juliet-"
"Auditions aren't for another two weeks, Meer." Cagalli wanted to tear her hair out in frustration.
The junior shot the freshman a look. "I know! I'm not an idiot!"
"funny. I could've sworn…" Cagalli grinned and Meer flipped her hair, scoffing. "Anyway, Meyrin, you sure you can write a whole script in two weeks?"
"Well," Meyrin said slowly. "Not really- but maybe with some help. Has anyone here read Romeo and Juliet?"
The only person of the reluctant bunch who raised his hand was Ahmed and even he looked at his risen hand as if it had some how betrayed him.
Meyrin looked relieved. "Thank goodness. And who will be in charge?"
Meer opened her mouth but Cagalli stepped on her foot.
"I-Ouch! You little-"
"Meyrin, why don't you be our director?"
"-you just cracked my pedicure!"
"I…" Meyrin stared wide-eyed at Cagalli. "I can't."
Cagalli shrugged, grinning. "You're an awesome writer- why not?"
Meyrin seemed to think about it hard for a moment before at last, smiling shyly and saying. "Well…alright." Taking a deep breath to steady herself she said. "Well, if that's alright with everyone else."
It was and Meer was too distracted to make a complaint.
Meyrin beamed. "Okay, then everyone but Ahmed is free to leave- he and I will work a bit on the setting for our play. From tomorrow on, though, everyone but us will work on play props." Determination glinted in her eyes as she clearly. "We'll make this a play none will forget."
OOOOOOO
"Oh it's, you. Why am I not surprised."
Shinn jumped slightly at the voice of the red-head who stood before him. "Hawke." He nodded his head.
"Asuka." She replied just as stiffly before sitting down with huff beside him on the edge of the sidewalk. They were in the same place they had first met outside's the gym, and like before Shinn was smoking.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Beside's dying from second-hand fumes?" she shrugged. "My intent was to enjoy some peace and quiet but as long as you're here that doesn't look possible." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and shook her head in disgust. "And who talked you into buying that leather coat? I really need to shoot them."
Shinn lowered his cigarette, glaring at her. "I happen to like this leather coat, excuse me."
"Smoking can be excused. Bad fashion can not." She turned her head away. "Until you take if off, I won't stop ignoring you."
Shinn shrugged and leaned back against the side of the school building, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
A few minutes passed and Luna glanced at him from the corner of her eye, realizing that he really didn't care. She huffed, biting her bottom lip for a moment. "If you don't take it off…" she amended. "Then I will proceed to talk your ear off."
Shinn flicked her a dirty look, but continued to refuse to take off his jacket.
She smiled. "And… I will also start calling you Po."
Shinn nearly swallowed his cigarette. "What?" he stammered, coughing slightly.
She looked at him flatly. "The coughing is a sign of bad lungs." Nimbly, her fingers darted across to whip the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it on the ground. "Now I just saved your life."
"That was my last one!" Shinn yelled.
"Hallulujah."
Growing irritated, he turned to face the annoying dark-pink haired girl who was looking quite proud of her self. His red eyes narrowed to slits and he used his intimidating voice that normally had people cowering. "Go. Away." He growled.
She merely raised an eyebrow coolly and said. "Is that all you got, Po?"
Shin grinded his face into his palms. "Can't even smoke in peace."
"Right now your lungs are saying 'thank you, Po!'." Luna grinned, she raised her arms above her head stretching. She had swimming practice in her next period.
"Enough with the Po!" Shinn hesitated. "And where did you get that ridiculous name from anyway?"
Luna looked at him blankly. "You…don't know Po?" her face went pale. "How do you not know Po? Were you raised right? Po is only the best tellytubby ever!"
He stared at her. "Lady. You need some serious help."
She snorted. "Says the delinquent."
He shrugged.
Frowning, Luna poked him. "Po. Po. Po. Po."
Shinn glanced at her, half in annoyance and half in alarm.
"Po! Po! Po! Po! Po!" The poking turned into tickling as her fingers danced across his ribs.
Shinn doubled over, unable to stop the laughter building up, as he wheezed a chuckle. "Stop!" he yelped. "That's…Not…fair!" he struggled to wriggle away but Luna practically had him pinned as she tickled him insistently.
"No, I won't! Po-po!"
Oh God. It had just gotten worse.
Shinn could hardly breathe as he laughed, batting away Luna's hands. "Okay…okay…okay, fine!" at last he managed to hop a foot away. He yanked of his coat, dropping it to the ground.
Luna held in a slight gasp, her eyes widening.
She had always figured that Shinn would be built but- this…was unexpected. Shinn was lean and packed with muscle that strained against his tight white tee-shirt.
Feeling oddly flustered, Luna got up to her feet as well.
"Happy?" he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
She forced a smile. "Ecstatic." She winked, before snatching up his coat into her arms. "See ya later…Asuka." Then escaped through the gym door and escaping the madness that Shinn had caused her too feel; ignoring his cries of protest as she did.
OOOOO
"Goodbye, my love. I will miss you."
"And I, you, my dear… in fact. I miss you already."
Athrun raised an eyebrow at the scene going on in front of him. "Am I missing something? Please tell me I'm missing something."
"Oi! Dearka! Get your filthy paws off my sister!" barked Lunamaria as she stomped up to stand besides Kira and Athrun where they stood in line at the cafeteria.
Beside them, Dearka and Meyrin, a freshman, were clinging to eachother in a dramatic embrace.
"My beloved!" Meyrin sobbed into his chest. "I fear that we will be torn asunder."
"Shhh…" Dearka gently stroked her hair. "No matter where you may go, I will always find you."
"See, that's Luna's little sister, Meyrin… She and Dearka met when she was a toddler and those two have been attached at the hip since then." Kira made a face. "It's totally platonic though one would think they were married the way they act." He shivered slightly. "Actually, just don't ask cause' I still don't understand it myself…"
"It's disgusting." Luna sniffed. "I don't know what they see in eachother but whatever it is, I'm glad I don't have it."
"My darling!" Meyrin cried even as she separated from Dearka. "We will meet again! Whether in a few days, years or another life. We will always find eachother!"
"My heart beats solely for you." Dearka whispered, waving farewell. Silence ensued and then he turned back to the group with a grin. "So what did I miss?"
"Nothing but your own soap opera." Luna scoffed.
"I'm confused." Athrun volunteered.
"I'm tired." Kira chimed in a heartbeat later before letting his head flop on Luna's shoulder. "Pillow."
"Only if you want a face full of meatloaf." Luna calmly replied.
"That would make a good pillow too, come to think of it."
"You're addiction to sleep is mildly worrying me." Luna said even as she spooned salad onto her tray.
"I'm exhauuuuuusted." Kira groaned. "Waking up early to walk Chewie sucks."
"So why do it at all?"
Kira gave her a deranged look. "Are you insane? Do you know how much energy Chewie has at five in the morning?"
"Uh." Luna glanced at Athrun. "Should I answer this?" He shook his head having witnessed first hand the consequences of having a dog like Chewie.
"Too much energy." Kira muttered. "We wouldn't have a house anymore if we didn't take him for walks three times a day." He sighed mournfully. "Sleep is my bestfriend and now it is gone. The world is cruel. What will it take next?"
"Hopefully your ability to whine." Yzak snapped as he cut into line, ignoring the murmurs of annoyance from the people behind him. "Now quit complaining, Yamato." He glanced at Dearka who, at the time, had been surveying the cafeteria. "What's your issue?"
"I don't know but it just walked up."
There was a yelp then as Yzak's fist made contact with Dearka's stomach.
"You had that coming." Luna observed. "Anyway, where is Miraillia?" she looked faintly annoyed as she led the group back to their usual table. "I thought she was going to help me with the homecoming decorations."
A shudder ran down everyone's spines at her words. Luna had just about cornered everyone and made them promise to help her at one point or another with making decorations. She wasn't exactly scary like Yzak scary, but thanks to her mysterious ways of getting inside info, she knew more about everyone's private business then they did.
Which meant blackmail.
The only one who didn't shiver was Athrun though. The big enigma at the table.
"I have noooo idea." Kira said even as he constructed a pillow out of napkins. "But if you see her…" He laid his head sideways onto his makeshift head-rest. "Tell her…" his eyes closed, his words trickling to an unrecognizable mutter.
"Right, whatever that was." Luna muttered into her food and Athrun snickered.
Kira glowered at the two of them before flumping his head back down on the table. "Whatever. I'll think about it when lunch is over."
"More like naptime."
"Luna. You do not live with my dog, you do not walk with my dog, you do not run from my dog, you do not know my dog. I do not want to hear it." Was the last thing Kira said before falling into a peaceful sleep.
"that's an amazing skill to have." Dearka mused.
"True dat'." Luna said and they bumped fists in appreciation. Then she turned to Athrun. "So we don't know much about you."
"Translation: I couldn't find out anything to blackmail you with. Please say some keywords that I can use later in my research into your past." Dearka added. Athrun noticed that the blonde kept glancing around the cafeteria still as if he was searching for someone.
"What's to say? I just moved here." Athrun said with an easy-going smile and a shrug.
"Oi, it's that punk from earlier!" Yzak's eyes widened. "that punk who spilled his art supplies all over me."
"That's why you're wearing my clothes?" Dearka whispered. "God, for a second I thought I actually had a chance."
Yzak shot him a furious look. "And this will be the last time something like this happens, I can promise you." His expression was dark. "When was the last time you washed these pants?" he picked at the jeans he wore.
Dearka blinked, opened his mouth then closed it then opened it again. "Uh, don't worry about it."
"Now I'm worrying."
"well…don't."
"Dearka…"
"Yzak…"
"Well now that we know eachother's names…" Luna said brightly, interrupting what was obviously going to escalate into a full blown match.
Yzak shot her an irratated glance. "Well, the coast is clear so let me go…ah…chat with that kid." He stood up and made his way through the cafeteria towards the table where the tan boy sat next to a blonde and her friends.
"Uhoh." Luna said.
"That's Kira's sister over there…" Dearka whispered.
"What does that mean?" Athrun asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"While Kira has no energy, Cagalli has too much."
Luna nodded in agreement. "I've known that girl since middle school when I met Kira. I don't know who was in the principle's office then more- her or Shinn."
"Shinn?"
"Our school delinquent."
"Though Shiho could probably give them both a run for their money." Dearka murmured.
"Yeah, but Shiho didn't go to our middle school." Luna frowned. "Plus she's not as bad as she used to be."
"Thank God. Remember that time when we were twelve and she hung Kira by his underwear from the monkeybars?"
"Remember it? Miraillia still has pictures." Luna laughed.
There was a clatter as suddenly a tray was over turned and Cagalli seemed to be going toe-to-toe with Yzak, the tan boy beside them looking completely bewildered.
"Those two." Dearka shook his head clucking his tongue. "A match made in heaven."
"Shouldn't we go over there and help?" Athrun said, already half way up, ready to get between the two evenly matched tempers.
"Only if you want to die." Dearka said calmly.
"And so it begins." Luna lifted her tray in front of her face.
"What begins?" Athrun said, confused.
"What always begins when Yzak and Cagalli fight." Dearka lifted his tray as well like a shield. He looked over at Athrun and smiled wryly.
"food fight."
"And the worst part is- he'll sleep through the entire thing." Luna added nodding towards Kira.
"I'm sorry, Kira." Dearka said, lifting his jello ad dumping it on top of Kira's head. "I really am."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"You three should be ashamed of yourselves!"
"Yes, Ma'am." Dearka said respectfully as both Yzak and Shiho blatently turned their head to the side and ignored the principal.
"Yzak, Shiho. I will call your parents." Threatened Principal Murrue Ramius.
Shiho threw back her head and shrugged, smiling coldly. "Don't make a difference to me."
Yzak, on the other hand, went, if possible, even paler, his eyes widening. "That would be a terrible idea."
Dearka snickered into his fist at the hint of terror in his friend's voice. He had only met Mrs. Joule once but once was enough to understand why Yzak looked as if the teacher had just suggested he get boob implants.
It was one of the reasons why he never made a "your mom" joke in Yzak's presence. Though humorous, it wasn't worth the consequences.
Murrue's brown eyes lit with triumph at having found Yzak's weakness, and she flicked Shiho a frustrated look. "You three will spend an hour after school helping clean up the mess some of you helped made in the lunch room."
All three pairs of eyes widened. "The entire mess?" Dearka asked weakly.
"The entire mess."
Shiho shrugged. "Whatever."
"The entire mess?" Dearka repeated.
"You got to be kidding me, lady!" Yzak yelped, his eyes blazing.
"Neither I, nor your mother, kid." Murrue said sternly and instantly he felt quiet, simmering with fury.
"The ENTIRE MESS?"
Murrue rolled her eyes in exasperation, not exactly a stranger to Dearka's antics. "Yes, and I suggest you get to it before you have to clean the bathrooms as well."
She hardly had blinked and they were gone.
OOOO
"Dear God, the bath rooms. That's below the belt." Dearka moaned.
"You would know since you spend half the day in there." Yzak muttered as the trio made their way to the cafeteria, laden with cleaning tools.
"Do not!"
"You camp out in there every day there's a test!"
"I'm bulimic!"
"No you're not, and that's not even an excuse!"
"Is too!"
"You guys sound like girls." Shiho said calmly as she strode along sides the squabbling pair.
"Do not!" they said at the same time.
Shiho raised an eyebrow. "Right.
The school was like a ghost town after school hours so they were quite surprised when they walked into the cafeteria only to find someone else already there.
"Miriallia?" Dearka straightened noticeably and Yzak smirked slightly.
Miriallia jumped down from the table where she was taking pictures of the food splattered walls. "Ohaio guys. I didn't know you were still-" her eyes swept over their mops, and buckets and rags and tactfully she paused. "Er…you guys really went at it today." She gestured around to the completely destroyed cafeteria.
Yzak flushed slightly and Dearka grinned. "Well you know," he began. "Mystery Meat day."
"Hmmmm..." Miriallia nodded, studying Yzak. "More like Cats vs Dogs, Cagalli and Yzak styled."
Yzak bristled. "She started it."
"Of course she did." Miriallia said soothingly, though laughter glowed in her eyes.
Feeling quite like a thirdwheel on a date, Shiho began to make her way across the room, dragging a brush along with her as she began to sweep, lost in her own world. Time quickly passed as one does find when one is lost in their own world and when Shiho paused in her cleaning again she was surprised to find only Yzak still there, growling under his breath as he cleaned off a window that seemed to have the unfortunate fate of meeting apple sauce.
She blinked her violet eyes, looking around in surprise to realize that the cafeteria was just about done except for a couple of windows. "Where are the others?" she asked, making her way over to the table to grab some windex.
Yzak paused, twisting his head slightly to cast her a distracted glance. "Miriallia had some important project she wanted to get to work with that transfer brat and Dearka had a date." He snorted. "Coincidently one he only remembered to mention right after Miriallia told us who she was spending the rest of her afternoon with."
"Oh." Shiho didn't really care to hear about Yzak's friends' personal lives and whatnot so she moved off to a window to finish the cleaning, ignoring whatever else Yzak had to say.
She reached up to spray the window only to realize that it evaded her by a couple inches of height. A frown easily spread across her face as she narrowed her eyes furiously. Today hadn't been a good day for her and the too-high mirror seemed to be the tip of the mockery-iceberg for her.
She was not so easily defeated as she soon came back with a little stool, slammed it down in front of the window and climbed up on it, balancing carefully on the rickety- three legged thing.
After the hosing the window down she went to work scrubbing the window to death.
"Oi, Yank, you don't have to do that."
She paused at Yzak's voice and tried not to roll her eyes at the name he had called her. Oh the irony.
"If you can't reach the window normally then just leave it alone- I'll get to it." He sounded irritable and his voice was growing louder.
Oh well, she refused to respond and listen and was content with blocking him out.
And like a poorly directed chick-flick, her stool decided that it had enough with rocking back and forth under her weight and it unceremoniously tipped, dumping her backwards with a yelp.
And like a poorly, unrehearsed actress, Shiho landed ungracefully into Yzak's arms where she found herself staring into the iciest-blue eyes she had ever seen. His eyes widened in shock as they met hers and he opened his mouth as if to say something though not a whisper came out. His body heat had barely penetrated her skin when she had caught her bearings and with an undignified shriek, threw herself forward, tripped and crashed head long into the stone wall.
"Ow, damn it!" she muttered a string of swears as she slumped against the wall, massaging her aching forehead as the pale Yzak watched her, looking amused.
"I told you so." Yzak at last said.
Well, that didn't exactly help her mood and her glare let him know that. "Thank you, Joule, but I think I can take care of myself." She sniffed, picking herself up and crossing her arms though she deeply wanted to amputate the stool's limbs for having betrayed her when she needed them most.
Yzak sighed and walked closer until he stood right before her and she immediately stood up straight, annoyed to find herself flush against him, the top of her head level with his shoulders. Of all the stupid things to be- shortness had to be one of the worst right then and she cursed the genes that had somehow skipped her parents and indulged her.
Oddly enough, though neither knew it, but both were contemplating her height right then. Yzak himself was curiously measuring herself against his own stature, surprised to realize just how short she was. Her ability to intimidate and the way she lifted her head in pride had always seemed to boost her up in his eyes. Not to mention he had always viewed her from a somewhat distance. Always faced her with the urgency of a fight, and, she, his worthy foe. Take away the bloodlust though and it felt…strangely… well, strange to be so close to her and not trying not to throttle her. Just simply…being. Nothing more and nothing less.
It was just him and Shiho. Not two enemies. Not the anger-problems boy and the delinquent girl. Just two people who had never wondered before if they could ever get along.
It was then that he noticed how truly close he had come unwittingly towards her and how her violet eyes were narrowed and staring directly at his. Those strange light violet eyes with subtle flecks of gold and deeper stains of amethyst that sparkled with a hint of the fiery spirit within. Waiting for him to make his move- whatever it may be.
So he lifted his spray bottle and sprayed the window over her head and finished cleaning it- ignoring the gaping expression on her face.
"I was going to get that!" she at last cried when he had finished.
He rolled his eyes. "And how long would that take? Thanks, but I rather get home before night."
Shiho gnawed her lip, trying to slow the hammering of her heart, quite like the drums of war, that always seemed to occur when ever Yzak was around. "You're just saying that cause you're sexist." She said slowly, halfheartedly for she truly had no idea as to why he cleaned the window for her.
Yzak laughed. "If you knew my mother you would not be saying that,"
"So it's the mother who wears the pants in the family…"
"Well, that's one way to put it- hand me your paper towel 'cause I'm all out." He gestured one empty hand to her as he sprayed the next window.
Rather then hand it to him and close the distance, Shiho tossed it to him before sitting down. It took a great deal not to aim at his face.
"Thank you." She added.
"Hn," he grunted. "It's just a window."
"Not that- I could do that myself if you weren't so stubborn about it and if God had just given me a few more inches. No, I meant for not taking off with Dearka and leaving me to do the work."
Yzak paused, his head whipping around so that he could he stare at the brunette who was studiously not meeting his gaze "Are you mad? Don't confuse me with that blonde idiot! When there's work you have to do, you do it. And you don't whine about it either." With a huff he turned back to his work and only after she was sure he wasn't paying her any attention did Shiho look back at him.
Wonder of all wonders. For a moment, Shiho had felt a hint respect for her platinum-blonde nemisis.
She dragged a hand through her brown hair, wondering for a moment if there was more to Yzak that met the eye.
Everybody has their own story- she should know that better then anyone.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A couple hours later. Alright then, four to be exact.
Athrun was in the middle of some homework when his phone rang. To his surprise, Cagalli's number popped up and he remembered that they had exchanged numbers to keep up about tutoring.
Hoping that she wasn't cancelling their tutoring, Athrun flipped open his phone. "Yo."
"Athrun." Her voice, slightly staticy, sounded.
"Mhmm." He said.
"Um…do you think you can come pick me up?"
His brow furrowed in concern and he set down his pencil.
"Sure, where are you?"
She listed off a place not to far away. "I'm really sorry to be asking you to do this."
"Oh no, it's completely fine." He reassured, not caring in the slightest. "Is everything alright though?"
"Well…" she said mournfully. "I'm kinda in a pickle…"
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Athrun pulled up outsides the vegan restaurant where Lacus apparently worked, sunglasses over his eyes as he scanned the customers and workers for the familiar blonde. After parking the car in the crowded parking lot he stepped out, running a hand through his thick hair.
"Athrun!"
Startled, he spun around only to nearly face plant a green-. "Caga-?"
A pickle.
A giant, green pickle with giant black-felt eyes like a cartoon character's and a felt mouth.
But a pickle none the scuffed sneakers that looked like they had seen their fair share of the swamplands poking out at the bottom.
A moment passed and carefully, he said. "Cagalli?"
"Duh, dumbass. Who did you think it was? Larry?" Well, it was her voice coming, slightly muffled, from the outfit. And those were her sneakers.
"Larry was a cucumber. Idiot." Athrun couldn't help himself as peals of laughter shook through him.
Though he couldn't see her face, he was quite positive she was sneering inside the green pickle costume.
"If I had arms I would hit you." The head of the pickle cocked to one side as if she was thinking about something. "I could headbutt you though."
"I wouldn't suggest that." Athrun said, inching away. "So earlier when you said that you were 'in a pickle'…"
"What did you think I meant?"
"I have no idea…" he said solemnly, still trying not to laugh. "but this…just about tops it all."
The head of the green pickle bent slightly as if the wearer was looking down. "No wonder Lacus wanted to skip work today." The pickle straightened. "They're promoting their new pickle thing and she was signed up to be the pickle mascot." Cagalli sounded absolutely miserable. "I've been outside this place for nearly two hours, parading up and down the sidewalk."
"And you called me because…"
She went rigid. "Kidnap me!"
Athrun stared at her. "I'm dreaming right?"
"No really! Kidnap me!"
"I think you've spent a little too long in that outfit."
"Oh believe me. I think the same. It smells worse then Chewie's farts, if that's possible. However I can't simply just leave. It might put Lacus in trouble." The exasperation in her voice made it obvious that she thought Athrun was dense.
Athrun rolled his eyes, noticing her lack of concern for the said kidnapper. "And you think someone won't notice me smuggling a giant pickle into my car?"
"Well…" she began thoughtfully. "I could always sit in your trunk."
"Yeah, there's a better idea."
"Sarcasm duly notice, dumbass." She turned her back to him. "Anyway, unzip me."
Athrun sighed. "Most guys would give anything to have a girl say that to them."
"Only the straight ones." Cagalli replied cheerfully.
"Hm." Athrun spotted the glint of metal and he tugged on the tiny green zipper gently. It didn't budge. "Hmmmm…"
"Hmmmm?" Cagalli echoed suspiciously. "Are you having perverted thoughts back there."
"Cagalli," he rolled his eyes. "I assure you, I am not having perverted thoughts about a pickle." He paused and then teased. "Are you?"
"Laugh it up, Athrun. For the moment I get out of this- you're going down."
"Why did you call me anyway?" Athrun said, stalling as he tugged fruitlessly on the zipper again. "Why not your mom or Kira?"
"You live conveniently close. Kira's out car shopping… and the last time my mom got a call from the restaurant from me things did not end we-we-we-ah choo!" her head jerked forward. "Ieeeeeew, I can't even wipe my nose! Athrun, get me out now!"
"Uh."
"Athrun?"
He yanked on the zipper hard, trying not to laugh at the predicament Cagalli was in. "Uh…Well, I'm afraid…"
"What?"
"You're stuck."
The pickle froze. "You kid?" she whispered.
"No, I don't."
Slowly the pickle bent and then flopped sidways on the sidewalk. "Kill me. Life has lost it's meaning."
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You would miss our tutoring session."
"Idiot." She snapped. "Listen, my day can't get worse but yours can and I suggest if you don't help me-"
That's when she tilted…and started to roll down hill on the sidewalk towards the street. "AHHHHHHHTHRUN!" her voice squealed all the way down as her sneakers wriggled wildly in desperation. "AAATHRUUUUUUUN SAAAAVE MEEEEEEE!"
Athrun found himself chasing the run-a-way pickle, running after her.
"I DON'T WANT TO DIEEEEE!" she shrieked.
"You just asked me to kill you, idiot!" Athrun yelled, scrambling down the hill.
"I CHANGED MY MIND!"
"Mommy!" said a little girl stepping out of her car in the parkinglot just as Cagalli rolled past. "Look Mommy! It's a giant cucumber!"
"I'M A PICKLLEEEE!" came an indigent screech.
At last Athrun managed to jump over the rolling pickle and act like a road block.
"Guh!" Cagalli grunted as she slammed and bent around his legs.
"Are you alright, Cagalli?" Athrun asked. He kneeled beside her and she craned her head back to look at him through the vizor-like eyes. "Can you get up?"
She couldn't thanks to the immobility of her legs and arms. "Of course I can." She scoffed.
"Alright, then get up."
She wriggled slightly as if she was trying to roll back uphill.
Athrun grinned.
"I can't stand up." She grumbled a moment later. "Help me up."
Athrun sighed. "Sure thing, your highness." Carefully he placed his hands on her.
"That's my butt." She snapped and he quickly moved his hand up, glad she couldn't see his blush.
Once he had managed a secure hold that didn't seem to offend her, he lifted her up.
"You will not carry me to your car!" she yelped, wriggling about in his arms.
Athrun sighed. "If you don't stop moving I'm going to drop you."
"Go ahead! Drop me-EEP!"
Thump.
"Oooow! My butt! I think you broke it! There's a crack running through!"
"Real mature, Cagalli." Athrun rolled his eyes before grasping her by her shoulders and lifting her to her feet.
"Says the pervert!" she snapped before tilting her head back slightly in an haughty manner. "I can take care of my self." She sniffed and then began to hop towards Athrun's car with all the dignity of a princess and all the grace of a pickle.
Athrun followed, smirking as he took out his cellphone and began taken pictures of the absurd sight before him.
She paused outside of his car. He had driven it with the top down and he watched her struggle with trying open the door. "How ya doing over there, Cagalli."
The pickle backed up a step then with a mighty bound, hurled it's self over the door and into the car. Her sneakers stuck out over the door. "HAH!" she shrieked triumphantly, her voice slightly muffled in the seat.
"I can't believe you just did that." Athrun said, shaking his head as he got in on his side. Cagalli pulled her feet in and straightened herself up into a sitting position.
"I might have just gotten dog poop all over the side of your car." She admitted, her head bent as if she was examining her shoes.
"Thanks, Cagalli."
"Oh, you're welcome!" she replied cheerfully, all wounded ego forgotten. "I just can't wait to get out of this stupid suit."
"Niether can I, for that matter." Athrun muttered, keeping his eyes locked forward as he started the car and back out of the parkinglot. "Dear God, I'm talking to a pickle."
"Hey, you think this is easy for me?" Cagalli grumbled. "When I get my hands on Lacus-" the pickle thrashed violently side to side as if Cagalli was struggling to imitate throttling someone. "She's going to regret ever meeting me!"
OOOOOOO
"Tuckachoo!"
Kira jumped, nearly knocking over a motorcycle in his surprise. "La-Lacus?" he stammered, staring wide-eyed at the pink-haired girl behind him.
Lacus gave him an embarrassed look as she wiped her nose with a tissue. "Sorry." She mumbled, feeling herself blush a deeper shade.
"What in the world was that?"
"I had to sneeze."
"You call that a sneeze?" Kira gaped at her, wordlessly and she shrugged, embarrassed.
"It's not my most admirable feature." She admitted, smiling slightly.
"Actually," Kira smiled back. "It was kinda cute." He chortled before walking past her through the lanes of motorcycles, never pausing to notice the stunned expression on Lacus's face.
Lacus stared after her bestfriend's brother, trying to pop the balloon of euphoria that was swelling up within her.
She had been wondering spending the day with Kira would be worth hoisting today's work of all days on to Cagalli and already she knew her answer. Sure, she might be experiencing her last few hours on earth, and sure Cagalli might give her a death finale that would put all the Saw movies to shame. But Kira had called her cute. Though, then again, he had also been known to call things Cagalli did cute, simply 'cause the two were close. He probably only views me as a second sister anyway. Lacus sighed. I'm probably just wasting my time.
"Oi, Lacus! Come on!"
But then again on the other hand one should make the most of every moment. She grinned slightly even as her cell phone began to play Sexy and I know it, Cagalli's ringtune, loudly at the top of it's lungs. She had forgotten to change it since Cagalli had last played around with her phone. "Wait up, I'll be there in just a second." She called as for the first time ever, she willingly let Cagalli go to voice mail.
OOOOOOOO (A/N: Den= family room)
"-And when I get my hands on you- you're going to be deader then dead! You hear me, you little pink-haired canary! Dead!" Cagalli snapped her cell phone shut with a click before turning to face Athrun.
"No answer?" he smiled sympathetically to the freshman.
"None." Cagalli muttered. "And she isn't home either." Speculation glittered in her eyes even as she placed her cellphone onto the coffeetable. "I wonder…" she glanced at the clock. "Well, it's almost five. So we might as well have the tutoring session." She glanced at him. "If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment in the den as I run upstairs to get a quick shower." She fingered her ragged, tangled blonde hair with distaste. "Got to wash the smell of playdoh out of my hair."
Athrun shrugged, unable to keep the grin off his face as he remembered how the last tutoring session had gone. "Sure."
She gave him a suspicious look before pointing at the couch where they sat. "Stay." She ordered before standing up. Shooting one last look of disgust at the lump of green on the floor- it had taken exactly twenty minutes, multiple swear words, plenty of threats and a pair of pliers later to get Cagalli out of the costume- before skipping out of the room.
He listened to her footsteps thud up the stairs and then, a few minutes later, the shower to start running.
Laying back against the couch cushions, he closed his eyes, intending to doze until she came back down. He soon found his quest inevitable as a familiar voice echoed, slightly muffled, down from the shower.
"Everyone's got a water buffalo, yours is fast but mine is slow. Oh where'd we get them I don't know, but everybody's got a water buffalo-oooooo. I took my buffalo to the store, got his head stuck in the door, spilled some lima beans on the floor-"
Athrun froze, listening, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what else Cagalli continued to sing in her…rather off-tune voice. Unable to restrain himself, he bent over laughing and laughing at the pure ludicrous day he was having- all thanks to a certain blonde who was currently singing 'Silly songs with Larry' as she showered off the smell of playdoh that fragranced the pickle costume.
After his fit of amusement had faded, Athrun stood up, wandering up to the mantle where two big photographs were propped up, surrounded by multiple smaller ones. The big picture on the left featured a cluster of Mrs. Hibiki, someone who must be Mr. Hibiki, his arms wrapped around Mrs. Hibiki, and a brown-haired, wide-eyed baby that lay in Mrs. Hibiki's arms. It was clearly a fancy picture, by the gray-blue backdrop and the fancy clothes they all wore, but if love could be frozen, it would be that picture. Athrun smiled sadly, feeling slightly nostalgic. You wouldn't find pictures like these in any home of his.
The second picture still featured three people but the characters were different. Mrs. Hibiki stood in the middle with a brown-haired boy around seven, who had his arms wrapped around her right leg. In her arms she supported a chubby blonde whose thumb had made it into her mouth and whose amber eyes were wide as they stared somberly at the camera. The Cagalli in the picture had to be around two or three, considering the three year age difference with Kira but that is not what Athrun paid attention to. His brow was furrowed as he studied the picture that contained no fatherly presence. In fact, the whole house around him seemed to lack fatherly presence. All the small pictures on the left of the two main pictures seemed to feature Kira's child hood growing up with Mr. Hibiki and Mrs. Hibiki. But then, on the right, all the picture's of Cagalli growing up only ever showed her, and either Mrs. Hibiki and Kira. It was like, somewhere in between Kira and Cagalli's births, Mr. Hibiki had disappeared.
Had he left? Perhaps did he die?
"Athrun?" Cagalli's voice broke through his thoughts, and Athrun swallowed, swinging about to face the curious blonde. He hoped he wouldn't look as guilty as he felt, as he had tried to mentally pry open the secrets of her family.
She blinked at him, not seeming to notice the new way he regarded her, as if she was more fragile then she let one believe. "Athrun, the doorbell's been ringing."
"Oh." For someone who thought he could be intuitive, he was also pretty dense to have not notice the tinkling sound of the bell.
He followed Cagalli to the door where she opened it to reveal a tall police officer, with a burly mustache, as all stereo typical cops must have.
"Miss Cagalli Hibiki?" The officer said slowly, tugging his cap down slightly over his head.
"Yes?" Cagalli said, confused.
The cop glanced over her shoulder at Athrun who stood at Cagalli's side, Athrun's green eyes narrowed watchfully and he inched closer to Cagalli.
"I'm afraid there's been some trouble." He cleared his throat.
Oh dear Lord." Cagalli went pale. "Don't tell me…Chewie…" she shook her head wordlessly.
The cop cleared his throat again. "Actually," he said slowly, as if the idea came to him as a surprise as well. "It's not Chewie."
"Well there's a first-" then Cagalli stiffened. "You don't mean…Kira?" Athrun had to hide a soft chuckle as he watched Cagalli's face. It seemed as if she wasn't sure whether or not to be delighted or horrified at the thought of her brother in jail.
"No, ma'am. I mean you."
I have a tendency to make long chapters the more time I have to write. I never start a chapter with a particular end in sight. Nor a goal as to what I want accomplished. I just know the plot of my story so I sit down, stare at the computer and think of random things until something gives me a jumpstart on the chapter. For example, this chapter was made off of Veggie Tales and a strange conversation I had with a friend a week ago that had nothing to do with pickles. There we were discussing something serious over the phone, well, she was talking about something serious, and I wasn't listening to her 'cause I was reading some Maximum Ride fanfiction, when she paused as if waiting for an answer to a question. Well, I had no idea what she had last said so I just said the first thing that popped into my head which happened to be "Is that a pickle?"
It was the most clever distraction I had ever come up with 'cause my friend started laughing at the ludicrousness of it while I mentally patted myself on the back for a job well done. Sigh, I don't even like pickles…
Anyway, so what did you think? Yay or Nay?
Fyi, the Romeo and Juliet Play does have a significant part to this little gig I'm trying to run. Though I won't have the auditions for a few chapters, y'all are welcome to guess who is going to be playing Romeo, Juliet, Paris, and Rosalind. I'll even tell you if you're right or wrong and send you a cyber cookie. (It's the thought that counts, right?) By the way, anyone can audition, not just those who were back stage at the time in this chapter.
Okay, I'm done writing. -.- It's 1:30 in the morning and I have to be up at seven for a band concert, not to mention I'm sick -.-
Why did I think it was such a great idea to finish writing this chapter tonight instead of tomorrow during the day?
Oh that's right, 'cause I'm an idiot who has no life.
Sleep- how it beckons to me. Any moment the Sandman will come to sprinkle some of his stupid pixie dust in my face so I'll think of a happy thought and go to sleep and probably develop a stupid allergy to his pixie dust.
Happy thought. Happy thought.
Ahhh, I hope the Sandman has the decency to look like Tom Welling or Orlando Bloom u.u
Yup, that did it. Don't get much happier then that.
Night y'all!
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HAPPY EASTER!
Azetta