Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ ~*~curry~*~ ( Chapter 20 )

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By The Light…

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

Chapter Twenty: ~*~curry~*~

Copyright 2001

Idea suggested and consulting/editing by Mako-chan

Disclaimer: Don't own GW *sob* Don't own SM *sob again* but I do own- KATAKU! My keyboard!! BWAHAHA! *laughs in Wufei's face* Take THAT annoying Justice Boy!!

Note: I scramble names a tad… Japanese- English- what's the dif? Some of each all mixed together to create MY Universe…

Other Note: SM time; after Super S but before Stars since the manga's not all out. ^__^ GW time; um, we're gonna mess with this A LOT. They're comrades living together w/ the Winner's I dunno if they have gundam but it remains to be seen… Just go with the flow, k? All will be revealed eventually…



XX

"Uh, Lita," Mina said as soon as she a Heero had caught up with the tall brunette.

"Yeah?" Lita turned to face them.

"There's something you need to know. About Heero's friends."

"There's something she needs to know about me, as well."

"Huh?" Lita blinked at them both. "What are you talking about?"

"Remember that horror movie we watch last weekend?" Mina fiddled with a strand of golden hair. "What would you say if the characters in that movie were kinda- uh- real?"

"Real? Mina, vampires and werewolves are not real."

"Yes they are," Heero told her seriously, his blue eyes peircing deeply into her green. "I am one."

~~~%*%~~~

"You're not bugged by this at all?" Mina glanced up at Lita again as the taller girl strode purposefully ahead.

"Are you kidding me? Cooking for a bunch of vampires is going to be an awesome challenge!" Lita gave her the thumbs up.

"Left out again," Heero muttered to himself.

"Are you sure want to do this, though? You can back out anytime so long as you remember your promise not to tell," Mina glanced nervously at the street corner rapidly approaching that was the last before Everheld.

"To tell you the truth, I'm a little scared," Lita admitted. "But I promised I would, and I have to follow through."

"I won't mind if you change your mind and the others will never know," Heero told her.

"No, I'm going to do this," Lita squared her shoulders as they came to the corner. "Which way?"

"This way, number thirteen," Mina made the turn.

~~~%*%~~~

"When did Heero say he'd be home by?"

"He didn't."

"Oh. …I'm not going crazy, right? Tonight's the night he was bringing that babe back to help with dinner, right?"

"YES. Now shut up and stop being a damnable nuisance."

"But Wufe~ei!"

"Maxwell," Wufei growled warningly.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang and there was the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door. With a happy whoop, Duo leapt to his feet to open it before the person entering had to. He beamed as he did so.

"It's about time you got he-re- Uh, hi," Duo blinked at the tall brunette standing behind Heero.

"Hey, Duo!" Mina waved from behind Lita.

Heero pushed past Duo and inside, saying quietly as he went. "Another friend. She knows, and she's the chef. Be nice."

Duo's eyes widened as this register, and then he broke into a grin, grabbing Lita's hand and shaking it vigorously. "Great a meet'cha!! Come right in!"

Lita stumbled in, pulled along as Mina giggled behind her and followed, carrying the rest of the shopping bags. Mina went unwaveringly to the kitchen, Lita following behind her, and smiling tentatively at the two boys seated at the island.

"Hello, Mina," Quatre smiled warmly.

"Hey, Quatre! Wufei!" Mina beamed and put the bags on the counter. "Heero, do you have any specific places you want these?"

"No, do whatever you want," Heero called from the next room.

"What have you got there?" Wufei asked as Mina began unpacking.

"Food," she grinned at him.

"I'll go see about Maxwell," the Chinese boy stood quickly and went to stand in the doorway.

Lita sent Mina a questioning glance as she put her bags on the counter next to Mina's.

"I'm so stupid!" Mina put down a box of butter to point out people. "Guys, this is my friend, Lita. She's a great chef and she agreed to take care of your special- uh- tastes. Be nice, no snacks. Lita, that's Wufei in the doorway and this is Quatre."

"It's nice to meet you," Quatre smiled sweetly, and Wufei gave a grunt of acknowledgment.

"Nice to meet you, too," Lita smiled, a little nervously. She couldn't help it- this whole place felt- different. Extremely different. She couldn't tell yet wether that different was necessarily bad, but the incredible- otherworldliness of it was making the hackles on the back of her neck rise.

"Oi, what's the big deal!?"

"They're going to be cooking, and it's become clear that you cannot handle being around food. Out, Maxwell."

"What?! No fair!" Duo peered into the kitchen around Wufei, having the advantage of being fractionally taller. "Mina! Babe! You trust me, right?"

"Not as far as I can throw you!" she shot out, back turned to him as she faced into the refrigerator. Wufei smirked and Quatre hid a guilty smile behind his hand, though his eyes shone with mirth.

Duo sputtered and crossed his arms over his chest. "What're you laughing for!? She's a guest and insulting me in my own home!"

"Actually, it's Quatre's," Heero slipped around them both and into the kitchen.

"The windbag in the door's Duo," Mina smiled at Lita.

Lita smiled tentatively, fingering one pink earring. Mina was bold enough to banter with these- what were they, anyway? Looking at them again, she was shocked to note that anyone who didn't know would say that these were just a bunch of regular teenage boys.

"Wufei, maybe you should let him in, I'm sure he'll be good-"

"Yeah, let me in, come on, Wuffers!"

"That's it- you just lost all chances of getting in. Kisama!" Duo's eyes widened and he shot away from the kitchen door, Wufei hot on his trail shouting expletives.

Heero rolled his eyes and started digging around in a cupboard for the things Lita had already told him she would need. "Do you need help?"

"Uh, no, that's ok," Lita tried to smile encouragingly, putting more cheer into her tone than she felt. "Mina, pass me that apron?"

"Sure," Mina did so and then took a seat at the island to watch and help if needed.

"Right, to work we go!" Lita tied it on, feeling more herself instantly. She was here to do what she did best! She immediately got to work, washing, cutting, chopping, peeling, and then going to the stove to begin cooking. Mina watched and chatted with Quatre, who seemed fascinated by it all and watched with the wide-eyed curiosity of a young child. He made a wonderful audience and Lita showed him some fancy tricks she could do with a knife, making little stars and roses from the vegetables. He applauded, and his praise made her feel welcome. Perhaps she could relax here.

Mina jumped on her stool and peered at something on its' far side. "Duo!"

"Sh! The great Shinigami is able to hide anywhere… except from Wufei when he's really bent on hacking off my braid," Duo peered over the top at them.

"Duo, I'm sure he doesn't mean it," Quatre consoled.

"You wanna bet?! I could do with the extra cash! Q, you ever stared the OTHER god of death in the face?! Let me tell you, it ain't pretty. But then, Wufei's not exactly pretty, either," Duo took a stool for himself, and then sniffed the air. "What's cooking?"

"Curry," Lita smiled proudly.

"Great! I'm starving! What's your name, by the way?" Duo shifted his attention to examining the newcomer.

"Lita Kino," she wiped her hand on the apron and held it out to him, and he took it.

"Duo Maxwell," he settled back in his seat, musign aloud. "I wonder if this is going to become a habit of Heero's."

"If what is?" Quatre looking up.

"Bringing home pretty mortal girls who know what we are and don't seem to care."

Lita and Mina both glanced up, blushing. They glanced at one another, and then both began to laugh. Them? Pretty? Get out!

"What?! I was serious!"

"Thanks for the compliment, Duo," Mina giggled.

"But your opinion of us is just a TAD high," Lita seconded.

"What?" He looked genuinely perplexed. "You girls don't think you're pretty?"

"No!" they chorused.

"There are WAY better looking girls than us!"

"Thinner, longer legs, bigger boobs, bluer eyes, dumber, too-" Mina began the list.

"You really think that's what guys want?" Duo and Quatre both looked curious.

"Isn't it?" Mina shrugged.

"Hey," Lita paused in her cooking. "Didn't you say there were five guys?"

"Yeah, the five boys plus you and me makes cooking for seven," Mina nodded.

"So… where's the fifth?" Lita asked.

"He's out… doing something," Duo said lightly, skirting around the question. "He said he'd be back in time for dinner though.

"Oh," Lita could feel the quell in her stomach again that was her primal instincts protesting. They were vampires, they were designed to hurt and kill her, why was she here? She should run away, get as far away and to safety as she could- She knew it was irrational. She buried the feeling in cooking.

~~~%*%~~~

Trowa entered the park, a heavy bag of library books slung over one wool-clad shoulder. His long coat moved gently around his tall frame as he made his way to the back, billowing loosely behind him when he swung himself over the fence. Out here was the 'wild' of the forest, and very few people besides himself and his comrades ever ventured here. It helped to hide them.

He found the clearing and the stump easily, a brief memory of sitting here before the last rainstorm flashing into his mind. He looked straight ahead and continued past it and into the cave, knowing his way in the dark perfectly. He didn't hesitate in finding the door and blinked a little as the moon's light filtered in through the basement windows when he opened it. He closed the door carefully and, avoiding the direct patches of moonlight, went up the stairs to emerge in the living room.

"They're here, and dinner's almost ready," Heero said blandly from the couch, reading a textbook, his homework.

"Thanks," Trowa nodded and headed upstairs to his room to put away the books. He tossed the bag on his bed at first, to carefully take off his shoes and coat, revealing khakis and a casual blue turtleneck. The books had spilled out of the bag's loose drawstring closure, their titles alluding to many things.

The Lifecycle of a Vampire. Why They Bite. The New England Encyclopedia of Supernatural Beings, 1995. A Hystory of Wampyres.

It was nice being able to sneak into the locked rooms of the city's library. He pushed the books back inside the bag and put them under his desk to read later. With luck, he would find something in one of those books. He didn't like the way Quatre had decided to depend solely on human food. For one thing, none of them really knew if it were good for them; they just knew that it didn't kill them on sight.

Pushing morbid thoughts from his mind, he returned downstairs, drawn by the tempting smell permeating from the kitchen. It was biting but not unpleasant, teasing his senses and drawing him forward to see. Laughter and chatter, voices both male and female, rose from the dining room and kitchen, and he picked out Duo's unpolished drawl, opposed by Wufei's well-thought out phrasing, and that trilling laughter must be Mina.

But there was a new voice, and it grew stronger as he heard the door between the two rooms push open, becoming laughter. He rounded the corner in time to hear.

"-No way, Wufei's noodle is fried!"

"Maxwell! Do not insult Chinese cooking!"

Mina, Duo, and the unidentified party burst into snickers, before Mina gasped out, "You just insulted YOURSELF!"

"…I did n- … DAMMIT, Maxwell!"

There was that other laughter- distinctly feminine, yet slightly throaty. It occurred to him in the fog that had suddenly filled in to slow his mind, that such a voice could easily make the transition from throaty to husky and breathy… His heart started to beat a little faster, as he finally caught his first glimpse of the speaker.

"It sounds like you guys are REALLY good friends!" pink lips smiled, green eyes crinkling beneath chocolate hair flying down from a ponytail, framing her face. She set down a heavy, hot pot, using potholders, the apron covering her school uniform sporting a single streak of curry powder. Her eyes rose as she straightened, and she froze, meeting his, though he stood in the half shadowed doorway.

A crackling, electric bond fused in the air between them, and many things passed over those sparkling green eyes edged with long lashes. Startlement, recognition, shock. Fear.

~~~%*%~~~



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