Allenby Beardsley: *looks around worriedly and upset* Where are all of my loyal reviewers??? *continues looking* Doesn't anyone like this anymore?? I'm just hoping that you guys were busy and/or you read but forgot to review! I'll post up chapter seven hopefully soon, but if after two and a half weeks that I add it, if I don't get any reviews, I might think about discontinuing this, so please PRETTY PLEASE review! It means a lot to me! Now, as I am now starting with all of my fics, I am going to respond to reviews either by email or author notes. However, since I have done from the last time I updated, there's not any to respond to. *whimpers* Anyway, please enjoy this one. Oh, and as always, I don't own G Gundam. Who thought I did?…
When Chibodee Met Allenby
Chapter Six
Chibodee shot the ball into the air and watched and it went "whoosh" and into the bucket easily. He sighed tiredly and looked around the empty gym. At one time, it was always packed with screaming teenage girls, grumbling middle-age coaches, whining young men, cheering parents, and supportive teachers. Now, it was an abandoned school that was only used occasionally as a private exercise gym or tutoring service. The school had closed down a little over three years ago, but it was still one of his favorite spots back home to go and train. Slowly, he walked to the other side of the halfway line and picked up the basketball.
"Hey Chibodee!" a voice called out. Normally, it wouldn't be so loud, but in the vacant gymnasium, the voice carried and echoed. The Neo-American looked up and smirked when he saw who it was.
"Yo Paul, what's up?" he responded, his smirk growing as Paul walked over and shook hands with him.
"Nothin' much you old tiger. How ya doin'? Saw ya at the Gundam fights; you did America proud buddy." Chibodee smiled and laughed.
"Yeah, yeah I did, didn't I?" The two of them laughed and sat down on the old bleachers that squeaked when touched. "So, how are things going?" Paul looked down for a second and shrugged.
"Ah, you know…it's goin'." Chibodee blinked, getting slightly confused.
"Wait a minute…what happened here? What happened while I was gone? And why aren't you with Jessie?" Paul sighed heavily.
"Well…it's your second day back home, I…I don't want to trouble with such bullshit…" Chibodee shook his head.
"No, go on and tell me."
"Well…after you left for Earth… Things…things changed… They changed for the worse Chib." He looked his friend seriously in the eye. Chibodee began to get slightly nervous but seemingly hid it well.
"Paul? What happened?"
"I…I don't know how to tell you this man, but…" He paused for a moment and looked down at the scrapped up floor and ran a hand through his hair nervously.
"What? Would you just tell me, damnit?!"
"Jessie…Jessie died. She…she's dead Chibodee. She died a month after you left."
Chibodee froze. Jessie had been his friend since he was a kid. Hell, they even went out for a few years. But now…now she was…dead? "No, no…this has to be a joke… Come on, buddy, tell me it was a joke…" Paul sighed and shook his head.
"No…no it's not pal… I…I'm sorry Chib."
"But…but weren't you two?…" Unable to finish his question, he motioned the rest of it. Paul sighed again and once more looked to the floor.
"…Yeah…yeah, we were…" Silence formed between the two old friends as Chibodee struggled to come to grip with the news and to come up with some words of comfort for his companion. They didn't know how long they both sat there, staring at themselves play with their hands. Suddenly, Paul cleared his throat, making Chibodee inwardly jump in shock. "Well, enough about that. So, how was it?"
"Huh?" Chibodee asked, coming out of his daze. "How was what?"
"You know…*her*…" Paul smirked and nudged his friend. "Come on, you can tell me, your old friend!"
"I have no clue what you're talking about. Really. Seriously."
"You know, the blue-haired broad! What was her name?… Oh yeah, Allenby Beardsley!"
"Yeah, what about her?"
"So…what was it like with her?…"
"Now, why do you think something went on between the two of us?"
"Oh nothing really… It's just you looked either really scared or really shocked when I mentioned her. Besides…I have my sources…" he added with a sneer.
"What sources?" Paul didn't answer him though, at least not verbally. He took out a rolled up magazine from his sport coat's pocket and tossed it onto Chibodee's lap. Chibodee looked down and unrolled it; it was a tabloid newsletter. And sure enough, on the front cover was a picture of Allenby and him walking into his hotel. The headline read: "Neo-American Fighter Chibodee Crocket and Neo-Sweden's Allenby Beardsley!! Fierce Competitors or Lovers Outside the Ring??!" He tried to contain his shock and anger but to no avail. His eyes were the size of baseballs, and he was clutching the paper so tight, it would've ripped at any given second. He would kill those reporters if he ever found them. His murderous train of thought was stopped by Paul's laughter. Chibodee turned and looked at his friend.
"Something you like to tell me Chib?" Chibodee sighed and tossed the magazine to the ground. He looked his friend in the eye seriously.
"Look, I know what it looks like, but-"
"Hey, man! I'm not here to judge!" he interrupted, still laughing.
"It wasn't like that!" Paul raised an eyebrow, asking him silently to elaborate. "I let her stay at my hotel room…that is all. Nothing happened. I was a perfect gentleman."
More laughter. "Yeah, but I know you Chib. Your idea of a perfect gentleman is a guy who gently gets inside her pants only once for a night. Now, come on! You can tell me! I need a good story! I know you're not telling me something, and I want to know what it is! So, spit it out already!"
"Do you really wanna know?" Paul nodded earnestly. "Well, tell you what. Stop by the apartment for dinner tonight. I'm sure you haven't had a good meal in awhile. Besides, I think the company of my four angels and me, the great Chibodee Crocket, will cheer you up! Come by at eight, and I'll tell ya everything." Paul nodded and shook his hand.
"Alright, see ya then. And Chib…thanks." Chibodee smiled and nodded.
"Of course. What are friends for?…" Paul laughed and nodded. "Besides borrowing money and being a pain in the ass?" Paul laughed again and told him bye and left. Chibodee sighed as his thoughts once again fell upon his dead friend.
He still couldn't believe it. Why? Why did she have to die? She was the one person from his past still with him. She was like a security blanket to him, reminding him of all the good times from his past that he spent with Paul and her, his coach, his…mom… She understood him; she understood him a lot better than other people, including his "angels." She knew how reckless he was and perverted he was as well, but…but she also knew that he did *have* a heart, a broken one maybe but still a heart, and a quick mind, he wanted to it to be quick, and a kind soul that most people wouldn't think he had with his tough macho-man act that he always played. Why? Why did everyone that had ever *began* to really accept him or understand him leave? Why did they all die? First, his dad left him *and* his mother without so much as saying bye. Then, his mom was killed. His coach soon died a few years later. And now, now he lost one of his oldest friends. Who would be next? Not finding a answer and his head now throbbing with pain from all the thinking and shock of the news delivered to him, he sighed heavily, picked up his towel, and left, walking back to his apartment.
Allenby punched the punching bag harder and swung around for a roundhouse kick, purposely holding back her strength so it wouldn't be destroyed and so she wouldn't have to go hunting for another and go through the hassle of putting it up. The past three days seemed to be one huge blur in front of her eyes. She didn't want to sleep, nor did she get much. Every time she slept, she dreamt of him, of briefly holding him, kissing him, having him as hers…before the beautiful goddess with brown tresses and blue eyes stole him away, carrying him off to a place she couldn't reach him. And in each of the nightmares, she would either wake up screaming or crying and hugging her pillow tightly. It was unbearable. Surprisingly, none of the scientists seemed to lecture her for allowing such "foolish emotions, such as love," as they called them, interfere with her life. Then again…it's not like they really cared about her anyway.
She cursed herself for getting depressed again, and she swung harder at the bag, this time knocking a hole into its side. "ARGH!" she screamed in frustration as she whipped her fist back and watched all the sand leak out. She sighed heavily, mad beyond belief, and stood there, trying to think of what to do now.
"Allenby?" a quiet voice asked. She turned around and very faintly smirked when she saw the brunette doctor. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah…yeah, I'm okay…" she answered and unhooked the now inflated punching bag. However, the doctor didn't seem convinced, and he walked over to her.
"Are you sure? You seem a little…tensed." She sighed angrily as she threw away the bag and grabbed another one out of the closet.
"Yes!" she snapped, and he was a little taken back.
"I'm sorry if I bothered you. I was only merely concern-"
"Why should *you* be concern??! All you guys ever think of me as is an experiment! You control my life and never let me make my own decisions!" Blinded by her anger, she kicked the new punching bag she had just gotten out on the floor, and Dr. Behluima watched as it flew to the wall.
"Allenby…Allenby, we don't think of you as a experi-"
"Yes, you *do*!!!" she cut him off, getting more angrier and upset by the minute. Without saying a word, she ripped off her vest and stormed out of the gym and began marching down the hallway. Dr. Behluima ran out the door as well and looked at her worriedly.
"Allenby!! Where are you going???" he demanded loudly so she could hear him. She turned around and glared at him coldly.
"To my room! Now, leave me alone!" That said, she turned around and quickly left to her room. She closed the door, slamming it as hard as she could without breaking it. Although, she wanted to break something. Something, anything. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed and all of the blood was going into only one end and it would soon pop from the pleasure. She cursed herself for the pain and threw herself upon her bed, burying her head in her pillow, succeeding in keeping her tears at bay. She wanted the pain to stop, she wanted it to be gone. Why couldn't it just go away?
"Look…I know you're upset, and you have every reason in the world to be, but… Don't you think you're making quite a scene now? Would Domon want this for you?"
Chibodee's words from that night rang through her head, and she sniffled, still holding the forever forming tears in her eyes. Would he want this for her? No, Domon wouldn't! He would want her to be happy, because Domon cared about her, because Domon… loved her? Oh no. Now, that wasn't true. And that one little fact was still killing her.
No one cared. No one cared if tomorrow morning if she would wake up or not, but then, what could she do? Take her own life? No, no, she couldn't do that. Even if this was killing her emotionally, she wouldn't commit suicide. "Think good thoughts Allenby, think happy ones! Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you're depressed?…" she thought and closed her eyes, trying to remember a good moment in her life not caused by Domon.
Dinner. She had spent dinner with Chibodee and his crew. She thought back on how they were all nice to her and the good laughs she shared with Chibodee. A small smile crept upon her lips as the thoughts filled her head. She relaxed her body and soon drifted off into a sleep, the first restful and pleasant one in three days.
Allenby awoke in the morning to the soft rapping upon her door. She blinked her eyes groggily and yawned loudly as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, trying to become alert. "Yes? Who is it?" she asked, her voice slurring slightly on the words.
"Dr. Behluima," he answered. She inwardly cringed, stood up, and yawned again as she walked to the door.
"Yeah, yeah, come in," she replied. He opened the door and smiled at her brightly.
"Good morning Allenby. I hope you had a good sleep."
"Yeah, I did. What is it? You usually don't come in this early in the morning."
"Well, you've seemed to have received some rather interesting mail that I think you would like to have…"
Allenby Beardsley: Oooo! What was the special letter Allenby got?? Did Chibodee get one as well?? Will they see each other again?? Sorry if this wasn't as good as the others; I'm trying my best!! ^.^;; Really! Now, review or I'll go into Berserker mode and hurt you!!! (Ok, not really, but please review, it'll make me happy! ^.^)