Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dress ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

 

Yes kids, it's a rendition of The Dance fresh, new, &shitloads (hopefully) better. N0 L0NGER Trunks &Mako.

 

A Heero&Mako Story.

 

Slight out of characterness for our Perfect Soldier & of course, slight alternate universe being as they live in the good ole (depending on one's view of it) US of A. Also keep in mind, chapter one lays out only the basics of the story. So really, don't be ranting on for an hour about how this chapter is boring cause I warned cha! ^^

 

-:-

 

The New York City Mall was bustling with people, several mothers admonishing their children as they whined loudly for a toy while wives chastised their husbands for mewling for a new gaming system.

 

Amongst the mass crowds was a tall girl, with a head full of chestnut curls and bright emerald green eyes. She strolled leisurely through the busy pathways, seemingly at peace with the world and obviously having gotten of some job or the other what with the white apron that she still wore.

 

The girl was seventeen-year-old Makoto Maxwell, finally ending her after noon shift at `Sweets From Heaven' and heading to catch the bus for home.

 

She suddenly stopped as she passed a particular store, halting in mid-step and turning to glance through the window of `Danse dans La Clair de Lune'. Her already bright eyes sparkled with pleasure as her green irises snagged the pretty garment placed in the French window display.

 

The said pretty garment in question was snug, form-fitting gown of a soft sugar pink. It had a plunging V-neck and was sleeveless, two thin spaghetti-straps kept up the lovely garment, sparkling pink rhinestones of a slightly darker shade embedded across the straps. The fabric was made of soft and smooth silk and seemed almost uncomfortably tight, until the waist where the skirt hung down airily to a little passed mid-thigh.

 

Oh how she loved the piece, that being one of the reasons she had taken up the job at the candy shop. She saved a fair amount of her paycheck to purchase the gown, the rest going to her brother.

 

“Well isn't it little Makoto Maxwell?”

 

Instantly the tall brunette scowled, all ease with her surroundings dissipating as she heaved a desperate, exhausted sigh. Having just gotten off a five hour shift, she was definitely not in the mood for them.

 

Them being the three head girls of Suffern High School's step team. Minako Aino, Serena Tsukino, and Relena Peacecraft, or better known as the world winds being as wherever they seemed to go, trouble soon followed. Makoto, ignoring the warning bells, turned around to face her speaker. And nothing to her surprise was a trio of mid-riff bearing girls with legs a mile long and a mane of gold.

 

The one in the center, a slight thing with long golden tresses and bright cerulean blue eyes, twisted her make-up encrusted face with disgust.

 

“Aren't you going to say hi, Makoto?” the girl, better known as Minako Aino, questioned with a wry tone, absently twirling a strand of her long blonde hair between her fingers.

 

The now disgruntled brunette twisted her own pretty face with a repulsed scowl, crossing her arms under her chest.

 

“My bad, I don't understand bitch.” Makoto snapped coldly, her now sizzling glare shooting death-daggers to the three girls.

 

“You are like so violent,” the blonde girl at Mina's right suddenly remarked, tone airy and disgusted.

 

But before Makoto could quip something back, their other blonde companion came into play, stepping between the two.

 

“Oh you know the low-class Serena,” the blonde-haired girl, Relena, suddenly drawled while throwing her arms loosely over either blonde's shoulders.

 

“They never know how to resolve things maturely.”

 

The two girls giggled with abject amusement, suddenly going back into motion and walking past Makoto. All the now very miffed seventeen-year-old girl could do was glare after the trio of dancers, silently swearing that they would get a taste of their own medicine someday.

 

Even if it meant her shoving the damned poison into their mouths.

 

-:-

 

A nineteen-year-old oriental looking man stalked out of a Dave `n' Busters, silently swearing right there and then that he would never, EVER step into that, or anything of that kind, facility again.

 

Though his face was twisted with a stern, frosty mask of indiscernible emotion, it was quite obvious the fellow was handsome. A mass of disheveled chocolate brown hair crowed the six feet tall male, the spikes tumbling over his brown and into a pair of deep, fathomless sapphire blue eyes.

 

Suddenly the tall man glanced over his shoulder in mid walk, coming to an abrupt stop and turning around completely.

 

“Maxwell!” he barked in a grumbling tone, voice roughly low and quite demanding.

 

After a lingering moment, a tall willowy man with a long-mane of braided chocolate locks came sauntering out of the superfluous of lights, irritating noises, and squealing children that was Dave `n' Busters.

 

Several moans of protests were heard and the boy turned around to wave into the mass, murmuring his apologies.

 

The oriental man briskly moved foreword to the other boy, grabbing him by the braid and tugging hard. He instantly yelped with surprise and pain, eyes flaring wide as he went tumbling backward.

 

Luckily he was able to regain some hold before he could land hard on the floor. The same voices that were whining for him not to go, giggled with amusement at the scene.

 

“He-man!” the braid-bearing boy exclaimed loudly, turning around to fix the oriental with a chafed glare.

 

“I was talking to them!”

 

He-man, or better known as Heero Yuy, only shook his head and rolled his eyes, beginning to fall into motion once more.

 

“We're going home.” Was his monotone reply, not even a spark of emotion surfacing in his tone.

 

And the braid-bearing male, who was best known as Duo Maxwell, only sighed heavily and followed after his so-called companion. He grumbled along the way how He-man was no fun at all, a total party pooper, a sour-puss, a real bas—

 

“Hey Duo, hey Heero.”

 

Both males glanced up from where ever they had been staring at to see who was addressing them. Duo grinned and spread his arms, moving foreword to embrace the said addresser.

 

“How was work kiddo?”

 

Makoto sighed heavily and grunted, clunking her head on the left shoulder of her dear brother.

 

“Tiresome, this mom had a hernia saying how the candies were too sugary for her kids. Seriously, it's a freaking candy shop! What the hell do you expect?” she droned on, throwing her hands in the air.

 

The chocolate haired boy laughed half-heartedly at his sister's tirade, throwing a friendly arm over her small shoulders and shaking them slightly.

 

“You know people these days, just plain stupid.” Duo mumbled under his breath, taking a slight side glance to his left at a throng of somewhat familiar females.

 

“This comes from you?” Heero grumbled with cynicism surfacing in his voice, brow quirking with question.

 

Makoto let out a chuckle at the Japanese boy's comment while her older brother scowled darkly at his friend. The glare lasted about a minute before it reverted into one of mischievous excitement.

 

“Yo He-man, go home with my sister for me. I needa go…resolve some issues with that girl.” Duo purred with a devilish grin, placing a quick kiss on his sister's cheek and slapping hands with Heero before sauntering somewhere yonder the two.

 

Both teens stared after the boy as he made his way towards a poor, unsuspecting sable-haired girl. She suddenly turned around to face Duo, her pretty face lighting up with disgust.

 

Makoto shook her head slightly as an amused smirk tugged on her lips, really not believing how stupid her brother could really be.

 

“I give it five minutes before she smacks him.” The auburn-haired girl murmurs, crossing her arms under her chest as she awaited the show.

 

Heero shook his head however, face remaining indifferent though his eyes glinted with dark amusement of his own.

 

“More like five seconds.”

 

And just then the sable-haired girl reared back to smack the brown-haired American boy upside the head. She flustered, her trembling fists at her side curled, before turning red and screeching something to him.

 

Duo blinked at first, cupping his cheek where he had been hit, before shrugging it off and trailing after the girl. He purred something flirtatious, she growled something deadly.

 

Makoto couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking her head as she began to walk towards the mall exit.

 

“Gotta give it to him for his resiliency.” She commented over her shoulder, whistling slightly as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

 

Heero nodded slightly, though remaining silent as he followed after the girl.

 

-:-

 

It was well six thirty now, the unfortunate few who took the 163 NY Transit bus forced to do nothing but stand about the bus shelter. And as luck would have it, a light drizzle had begun, which later progressed into a full out down-pour.

 

Naturally everyone flocked under the shelter, trying to seek some refuge from the oncoming pelting of cold water. Thankfully it was only but three people, a rotund old lady, Makoto, and Heero.

 

All three sat in silence in the bus stop, frequently glancing from their wrist watches to the messy blur of the road. Even if their bus were arriving, they sure as hell wouldn't see it.

 

And right now, Makoto wrapped her arms about herself, shivering slightly as the chilly; rain wind hit her unprotected body. Consequently, since fate just had to be a bitch today, since having to see them was not enough, Makoto had forgotten her sweater at work.

 

The poor girl was dressed in a pair of hip-hugging, torn up jeans, a simple green T-shirt, and a white apron placed over it, `Sweets From Heaven' sewed across the front in red. She was forced to tackle the cold weather on her own, her lips already taking on a slight blue shade.

 

All the while, a pair of Prussian blue eyes looked on, for some odd reason growing soft with sympathy for the girl.

 

Makoto suddenly sneezed, her hand hastily reaching up to rub the bottom of her nose before falling back to wrap about herself.

 

“Bless you dear,” the old lady murmured kindly, tugging out a tissue from her pocket and handing it to the brunette. Makoto smiled sheepishly at the woman, mumbling her thanks and accepting the tissue.

 

Meanwhile, Heero was deep in his inner contemplation, wondering if he should lend Makoto his jacket. Knowing the girl, she'd refuse the offer, saying he needed it more so then she and that she wouldn't want him to get sick then her.

 

She sneezed again and an idea came to mind.

 

He blanched at the thought, cheeks coming to a pink hue at the now very idiotic idea. He couldn't possibly; it'd be terribly weird, awkward, odd—

 

She sneezed yet again. And again, again, and yes, once again.

 

So with a slight growl, the nineteen-year-old Japanese teen unzipped his poufy, black bubble jacket and threw half of it over the shivering girl.

 

Makoto blinked at that, glancing up from the floor which she had been staring to Heero at her side. Her brow furrowed with befuddlement as the brown-haired boy proceeded to zipper up his jacket, with both of them in it.

 

The girl beamed and sighed contently as the warmth seared through her chilled skin, snuggling further into the fluffy coat.

 

And even though they were literally bound together, neither spoke nor even glanced at each other, staring off at opposite sides to avoid such contact. As Heero shifted slightly in his seat, his hand accidentally brushed across Mako's, causing the female to whirl around to face him.

 

Glinting sapphires met sparkling emeralds, uncertainty and chagrin fogging its depths as their hands remained within each others.

 

A faint pink came to their cheeks and their mouths opened, to say something but only empty, unvoiced air came out.

 

“You guys are an awfully cute couple,” the aged lady remarked warmly, smiling affectionately as she readjusted the spectacles on the bridge of her nose.

 

Instantly both auburn-haired teens snapped their heads to the woman at their side, eyes wide with disbelief. They tried to say something and just like before only empty, unvoiced air released.

 

The old lady only shrugged, beaming wide as she rose to her feet.

 

“The bus is here,” she informed, gathering her belongings and ambling out from under the bus stop.

 

And the two teens remained there for a moment, gapping at the empty space where the lady once sat.

 

“Yo, you comin on or not!?!?!?” the disgruntled driver barked from where he sat, gripping the door closer while glaring at the two.

 

Immediately the two jerked apart, only to fall back to each other being as they forgot the jacket that enclosed them both. Hastily, Heero shoved one hand through his arm slit, unzipping the garment and thus releasing them both.

 

Makoto was quick to jump to her feet, darting out from the shelter and up into the bus. Heero followed soon after, face still slightly red and looking quite unsettled.

 

And for the remains of the day, the two staying quite and subdued thoughts troubled.

 

-:-

 

Danse dans La Clair de Lune : French translation is `Dance in Moonlight'

 

Honestly, I think this'll be a way better story then it was prior. Being as I wrote the former one when I was really noobish. And now I'm just slightly noobish, lol.

 

Bless me with some reviews homeslices!