Hey! I'm back! YAY!!! Sorry for the long wait, but here's chapter 7. hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine, only the story.
WARNING: Look out for swearwords.
Have fun reading!
When the three young men arrived at what seemed like a mansion to two of them, dusk had started to fall and they were all too hungry to take the grand tour of the house. They simply went quickly from one room to another, and decided they liked what they saw. At the end of the 'tour' they made a deal with the current owner to come back next morning and take a final look before signing the papers. With a cheery 'bye' and a recommendation to a good restaurant close by, the former Gundam pilots went on their way.
The restaurant was not very crowded, but it seemed like a nice, cozy place for a quiet dinner in the middle of the week. They were shown to a table immediately by a young woman who was a little chubby with red hair in a long braid down her back, like Duo, but a little shorter.
The table they got was placed in the middle of the restaurant and not good for private conversation. When asked, their waitress, the same girl who'd shown them to their table, looked apologetic and informed them that all their tables in the more private section was being used this evening.
"I would not recommend waiting, for there are large parties of what appears to be businessmen in almost all of the tables, which the boss kinda prioritises, with all the money being thrown around in big shows of 'I'm the richest at this table' that usually goes on. The other tables are occupied with old couples who eat slowly and carefully. I'm sorry, but this is the best I can do tonight."
Amazingly, Trowa was the one who answered her.
"It's ok, not really your fault, is it? This table will do for us tonight."
The waitress smiled at him and did her job, asking what drinks they wanted while they waited for their dinner. Zechs had white wine, while Duo ordered a coke, and Trowa settled with tap water. The waitress smiled again and went to get the drinks while looking a little too long at the green-eyed man than necessary. The other two shared a look as Trowa followed the girl with his eyes until she was no longer visible. He turned his attention back to the table with a soft sigh and was a little surprised to both of his companions staring at him with a knowing look while smirking.
"…What?"
The smirks grew on the faces.
"Trowa, my man, I may not know you all that well yet, but I would say you like that girl. What would you say Zechs?
"I would say that Mr. Barton has indeed found himself struck with an arrow of Cupids quiver."
Both Trowa and Duo looked at him strangely before they continued, though he was still staring at his boyfriend.
"And the girl looked about ready to eat you if you had let her." He tore his eyes away from the blond man and waggled his eyebrows at his friend.
"She did not! And even if I did like her, she would have to accept you two being together before I would even begin to think of asking her out." Trowa sounded defensive and a little embarrassed about being so easy to see through. It also showed in his face as there was a faint blush spreading over his nose and cheekbones.
Just then, their drinks arrived and their conversation, or one-sided teasing, was cut off. The red-headed girl lingered a moment at their table, asking if they had decided to order and if everything so far was satisfactory. Again, it was Trowa who answered her questions and the other two occupants at the table faded slightly in the background as the two only had eyes for each other. After a couple of minutes with them only staring into each others eyes without talking, Duo cleared his throat, making them both jump and blush, and made his order. While Duo and Zechs ordered, Trowa eyed his menu quickly and decided on some kind of chicken dish.
"Very well. I'll be right back with your orders." The girl again walked towards the kitchen, and once again the green-eyed man followed her until she was gone. A small sigh escaped him as the girl disappeared, but he didn't dare look towards his table companions. After a few minutes with noting being said, he chanced a peek and wasn't surprised to see the two lovebirds kissing softly. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who noticed.
"What is this?! How can they let fags eat at this restaurant?! I demand that they be removed right at this moment!" That and many more comments suddenly rained down in the small restaurant.
A small, round man came running out from what seemed like an office and started talking to the ones who where complaining the loudest before stopping before the three Gundam pilots.
"I must ask that you leave immediately. This is not 'that kind' of restaurant, sirs. Unnatural things like that are not allowed here." The small, round man was sweating and seemed very nervous.
Before anyone could say something to the small, round man, their waitress came rushing out of the kitchen. Apparently, she heard every comment that had been said or shouted.
"Manager, I don't believe you. How can you say that?! There is absolutely nothing wrong or unnatural about homosexuals!"
"Now, now, if you continue with that kind of attitude your job here is finished." The small, round man was sweating profusely now and wiping his face with a well-used handkerchief that wasn't very helpful.
"I couldn't care less! I'm going to pack my things!" With that, she stomped towards a door on the other side at the restaurant, grumbling angrily. At one table, she plucked up a plate filled with what looked like mashed potatoes, some kind of meat and a lot of gravy and just slammed it down on the head of the snobbish looking old guy who had been eating it before continuing on her way.
The three men looked at each other, then rose.
"You will be hearing about this from my attorney, sir. Refusing to serve gay men, not to mention former war heroes will not look good for you or this place." Zechs really had a way with words. "Good evening."
And then they made their way towards the door, backs proudly straight. They collected their coats and went out into the now dark evening. That was apparently Duo's limit.
"Man! I can't believe the old farts! I didn't think places like this still existed, that shunned gay people. Sure showed me."
The other two looked grim, but refrained from making any comments. Just then the slamming of a door caught their attention. The restaurant's uniform had been exchanged for a couple of black jeans, and a blue shirt. A jacket hung from one arm and a lack backpack from the other.
"Idiots all of them. Going on and on about gays being unnatural. They are fucking unnatural for spitting comments like that. Everyone has the same value. Imbeciles!" she turned around and started walking away. "Man, now what?! I'm already late with the rent, and there's no way I'll be getting any more jobs in this town once words out I'm 'tolerant' with gays. Damnit!" She stopped, put down her backpack and shrugged on her jacket before picking it up again and continued walking.
Had someone looked really carefully, they would have seen the lightbulb going on above Duo's head. Sadly, there was no one watching.
"Hey, wait up!" He jogged up to the startled girl. "Hey, thanks for defending us, not that we really needed it, but it was nice to know that not everyone in the restaurant is the same."
She smiled at him. "I'm afraid the town's view on the issue is as nice as mine. Most people around here share the views of the people in the restaurant, I'm very sorry to say."
The other two had come up the talking pair. The guys all smiled and introduced themselves.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Amanda."
"Say, Amanda. You seem to know this town fairly well…" Duo began.
She interrupted him by snorting, "I would hope so, I grew up here."
Duo beamed at her. "Good, then you should know some fast food joint that we can visit right? Right. Let's go!" He started to walk, dragging Zechs with him.
Amanda looked at Trowa. "Does he do that often?"
"What, deciding for other people without listening? All the time. After a while, you get used to it."
"I see… well, better not keep them waiting then, come on, I know the greatest pizza joint you've ever heard of."
The two set off after the couple in front of them, talking about some thing or another.
That's it for chapter 7 folks. Not many chaps left before this fic ends. I probably won't be writing a sequel, since I've found out the hard way that they don't turn up good. Anyway, please R&R
Ame