Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ By The Light... ❯ *%frozen%* ( Chapter 21 )

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By The Light…

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

Chapter Twenty-One: *%frozen%*

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…



XXI

Startlement. Recognition. Shock. Fear. All of these played over her face, now white and smooth as porcelain. Her hands trembled in the air, hovering just over the pot, and her jaw moved but no sounds came out. Other than that, she was completely still, frozen for a moment in time.

He stared back at her, mostly stunned by the emotions reading in her eyes. The rest of his shock, came from his own recognition.

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The rain had not let up since it had started, and all signs pointed towards it continuing for several more hours at least. He made sure to keep in step with her so that the umbrella would not uncover her at all, exposing her to the chill wetness. He glanced down as she slowed, a jangling rattle announcing that she had pulled out her keys.

"Thank you," she turned to him, glancing at the building they had stopped before.

"I'll see you again, soon," he promised solemnly, meaning every word in that foolish moment. It was a crazy promise, wrought by rain and the light of the streetlamp in one blazing glory of spontaneity.

"Sure," she smiled, and his stomach twisted. "I'd like that." Had that been flirtatious? She appeared to linger for another moment, and all too quickly she had skipped neatly up the stairs and into the warmth and dry of the building, the light cast through it's door lessening to a mere slit across his features before disappearing.

(AN: This is page 100 in my Word Document! Sugoi!)

Suddenly feeling alone again, he turned and began his long walk home. He forced himself to not look back, knowing it would seem too obvious under the large umbrella that he would have to move to do so. He resigned himself to simply continuing on, only a foolhardy promise to warm him in the icy rain.

"I'll see you again, soon."

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In the flash of that memory his reaction became one of delight. She was here! Here! He had wanted to see her again and now here she was, in his very own home! How she got there was irrelevant- she was here, and that was all that mattered.

-So why was she looking at him that way?

"Lita? Lita there's something on the stove…" Mina's voice came from the kitchen.

"I'll be right there!" she fled, and he blinked in time for a last impression of a vanishing ponytail and apron strings.

He blinked and stared at the slammed door. "Lita…?"

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Heero regarded the scene, then moved swiftly away to the main kitchen door. 'This spells trouble…' He entered the melee, and no one took notice of him, all still busy getting dinner out to the dining room.

Mina loaded Quatre and Wufei with plates and steered them both out, babbling instructions to the wide-eyed teenagers. She then turned to Duo, regarded him thoughtfully, and glanced at what was left to go out.

"I'll take the silverware-" he reached for the forks.

"No way, I don't trust you with anything sharp, hot or breakable," she shot, and handed him a pile of napkins. "Be good, eh?" she grinned and patted him on the head.

Duo scowled at her, but she had already turned away, herself taking the cutlery, and he had no choice but to follow her into the dining room.

They nearly bumped into Trowa, who looked rather worried, and brushed past them without responding to their greetings. His eyes searched out his target, now concerned, and he moved towards her.

"Maxwell!"

"Chang!" Duo mocked.

"Oi…" Quatre muttered helplessly and moved back into the kitchen. "Oh, sorry," he moved around Trowa and to Lita. "Do we have any more bread?"

"Oh, yeah, over there…" she hadn't turned around, still faced the stove and pointed to her left.

Trowa moved forward to intercept again, but a quiet almost-glare stopped him, and he blinked owlishly at Heero, confused.

"Don't."

"But-"

"Don't."

"Alm ost ready?" Mina poked her head out of the dining room.

"Almost!" Lita smiled at her, her face flushed from more than just standing over a hot stove. She transferred something to a bowl and picked it up with potholders, beaming. "Supper time!"

Again the kitchen swarmed with teenagers moving back and forth, grabbing drinks, extra napkins, and finally it emptied, all gone to their seats. Almost all.

Heero had already left Trowa's side, at Mina's insistence, and the tall young man stood alone in the room, the main light off and only those over the sink and stove still on. In the dim light, he could clearly see through the crack in the door between the two rooms, colorful shapes that were people passing over it like weird shadows, and chatter and laughter slightly muted.

He didn't understand… she had… avoided him…

"-gonna get more butter-" the door suddenly pushed open, spilling golden light into the dim room. It threw up a contrast against her silhouette, detailing her against it perfectly. Time slowed down as she turned away from the light, still smiling, and her lashes moved up to allow her to see him. Then she froze. The door swung uselessly closed behind her, and the golden light fell away, restoring time.

"Lita," he said quietly.

"I need to get more butter," she looked down and away, darting to the fridge and rummaging in it, blinded by her own panic.

"Lita," he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"No!" she stood up quickly, swatting his hand away wildly, then snatching it back to look up at him fearfully. Then guilt and regret clouded her eyes and she started to stammer, her hand shaking. "I- I'm so sorry- I- didn't mean to do that-"

Trowa wanted to take a step forward, to take that hand in his own and calm it's shaking, but something in her eyes made him will himself to keep his distance. Concern mirrored itself in his voice and face. "Lita, what's wrong?" he asked quietly.

"I," she swallowed hard and looked away. The cold chill from the fridge matched the ice running up her spine.

"Oi, Kino, you may want to get that butter out here fast!" Wufei warned.

"Yo, where's Trowa?" Duo's voice rose above the scuffle.

"I thought I saw him-"

"Maybe this only needs salt…"

Trowa's eyes flicked briefly to the door, and then back to her. She was still trembling, eyes downcast, and he almost see her flinching away from the words coming from the other room. What on earth could be doing this to her? What could have her this- afraid? "Later," he promised. She nearly jerked away as he spoke, but forced herself to remain still and nodded feebly. His extra senses could hear her heart pounding, and it was all he could do not to demand an explanation from her there and then.

Instead he sighed, moving back a few paces to give her room to breathe. She practically fell into it gratefully, and put a weak hand on the door of the fridge for balance. It only served to worry him more, but as the voices outside because more conspicuous, he turned and schooled his features into calm. Putting his concerns aside, he stepped through into the golden light.

"Hey, Tro-man!" Duo waved across the room.

"Hello Trowa!" Quatre smiled up at him, dishing for the rambunctious Duo.

"Hey, join the party!" Mina sang through a veil of golden hair as she moved to her seat.

"Barton." Wufei inclined his head.

Only Heero said nothing, and their eyes met across the table, an unspoken communication. Sadly, it could tell Trowa very little.

In the kitchen, Lita was startled back into reality by the fridge turning it's cooling back on- she had left it open too long. Feeling foolish and embarrassed, though there was no one there to see, she hastily grabbed the butter and closed it. She glanced to the door again, barely a sliver of light showing around it's edges, and the noise coming through was dulled by the wood, though obviously much livelier in reality. It was all very surreal. She could almost make herself believe that is was just some bizarre dreamscape, but that part of her that resonated with the Earth would not allow it.

Moving more boldly than she felt, she pushed through into the other room. A much smaller chorus greeted her, as they immediately began to dig in, dishing heaping amounts of her delicious cooking. It brought a smile to her lips as she took her seat and passed the butter around, avoiding looking around too much. All the same, she was constantly aware of him.

"Daijoubou ka?" Mina was speaking to her, her voice low and eyes worried. (AN: ^^; SP?)

"Eh? Aa, daijoubou, daijoubou…" Lita shook her head to clear it.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Mina continued in hushed tones so as not to alert the others. "You're so pale, are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine…"

'Liar…'

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