Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Dress ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

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Makoto sighed heavily as she flicked away an offending piece of her bangs off her brow, only to have it tumble back into the same spot. She made quick strides to the food court, intending to savor every minute of her thirty five minute lunch break.

 

As she entered the food court, she glanced about for a free table, feeling her heart bottom out as seemingly every table was occupied.

 

The tall brunette was just about close to turning her heel and eating on a bench when she saw a familiar face.

 

“Hey Heero,” she called with a slight wave, briskly making her way towards the table he currently held.

 

The Japanese male glanced up from the magazine he was currently reading to see Makoto. He nodded as a gesture to know he had acknowledged her presence, gathering the scattered reading materials and remaining chicken teriyaki to make room for her.

 

She beamed gratefully, taking up the vacant seat at his left and depositing her bag onto the table.

 

“So whatcha doin here anywho?” Makoto questioned as she carefully pulled out a Snapple bottle and a cup of raspberry yogurt.

 

Heero only shrugged a bit, spooning up some rice and chicken into his mouth.

 

“Passed by Barnes&Nobles to buy that new ak45 book.” He replied off handedly, once again spooning up some rice and chicken.

 

The girl chuckled at his loose air when talking about guns, taking another gulp of her lemon favored Snapple iced tea.

 

“You?” he asked in turn, tossing the remains of his lunch into a near by trash can.

 

“I'm on lunch break, then it's back to work.” She groaned painfully at the end, shaking her head as her eyes rolled heavenward.

 

“Really, some people are just plain old stupid these days. This chick came up to me today asking where the skittles were, while there was a humungo sign that said Skittles&Starbursts. HONESTLY! COME ON NOW!”

 

Heero felt the corner of his lip quirk with amusement as Makoto began to fall into a heated diatribe of just how stupid people can really be.

 

Even he had to admit, Makoto Maxwell was quite the looker, what with her long legs, well endowed chest, and exceptionally beautiful face. Her beauty only increased in her angry speeches, her fine-boned cheeks blossomed with a pink hue while her luminous green eyes sparkled with a new fire.

 

“So, where you headed to?” Makoto questioned over her shoulder, rising from her seat to deposit her now empty cartons into the trash.

 

It took a moment for the nineteen-year-old to regain the little wits he still somehow harnessed, trying desperately to form a wall against his betraying male instincts.

 

“No where really, might head home soon though.” He murmured in reply, gaining to his feet as well while smoothing out his clothing.

 

“How about you?”

 

The green-eyed female shrugged a bit, readjusting her pony-tail and apron before turning about to face him.

 

“I got about fifteen minutes left of my lunch break. Wanna go bum around till then?”

 

The brown-haired teen blinked for a moment, debating in his mind if this would be a smart idea being as that nature's timeless defenses seemed to be crumbling as he breathed. So going against his more logical half, he nodded in agreement to her offer.

 

“Sure.”

 

He was trained since age seven to become the Perfect Soldier, cool and calm, always knowing how to handle a situation with firm resolve.

 

Only fifteen minutes with the voluptuous vixen. He could do this…couldn't he?

 

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So several moments later, the two strolled down the mall, hands shoved in their pockets as they talked about simple, mundane things.

 

Suddenly, Heero came to an abrupt stop as they passed a Hagan Daz Ice Cream trolley.

 

“Up for some ice cream?” he questioned, pulling out his wallet and already making his way for the ice cream.

 

Makoto blinked at that, crossing her arms over her chest as she tilted her head to the side, fixing the Japanese youth with a surprised stare.

 

“Never woulda thought you for the sweets, Heero.”

 

The brown-haired male only shrugs it off, turning back to the lady working the miniature ice cream cart that was way too far from the food court, where it really SHOULD be.

 

“Want some?” he asks with a quirk of the brow, glancing away from the cold treat and to the tall brunette.

 

Almost immediately, she turns red, feeling utterly embaressed at the current situation. Though the ice cream probably cost a little more then two dollars, she hadn't have enough money for it.

 

Ever since the untimely death of her parents, she and Duo were forced to keep everything down to the bare essentials. They lived in a nice enough apartment, fueled by the little money their grandmother gave them. The bills, clothing, and food however, were left to them.

 

Which is why Makoto had gotten the clerk job at Sweets From Heaven. And Duo…well she wasn't exactly sure what her dear brother's job was.

 

He earned quite the paycheck, which was what really kept them off the street. But what he did, well, that was unknown and for some odd reason, bold Makoto really did not want to pry.

 

“Here.”

 

The seventeen-year-old blinked slightly as she was jostled out of her revere, glancing down at the cone that Heero hovered in her face.

 

“Oh! I'll pay you back--”

 

He shook his head at that however, shoving the cold treat into her face once more.

 

“You don't need too.” Was his simple reply, taking a lick of his chocolate mint.

 

And all Makoto could do was take the sweet, gapping at the cold thing then back towards Heero.

 

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“I was really surprised myself.”

 

Makoto nodded in agreement, taking yet another lick of her coffee flavored ice cream. She and Heero had been walking aimlessly about the mall to kill the remains of Makoto's lunch break.

 

“I mean, the fact Relena could do anything more then whine and bitch is beyond me.” Heero added to his former comment, wiping his hands on a napkin before tossing it into a near by trash can.

The tall brunette let out a throaty belly laugh at that, shaking her head slightly at oriental boy's seemingly never ending despise for the blonde dancer.

 

Which was quite understandable since the chick never seemed to get the message that Heero really had no interest in her aside from maybe wanting to pop one of his bullets upside her head. Though he never did once raise his hand at her and that was just mind-boggling in Mako's mind.

 

Without fail, Heero whipped out his ever-faithful hand gun when someone pushed him to his short limit. And she really had seen that quite a lot, being as the someone was usually her up-beat, sickeningly lovable brother Duo.

 

Makoto stopped for a moment as they passed the French store she often halted to glance in to. She leaned closely into the plate-glass window, large green eyes never leaving the pretty pink garment displayed on the platform.

 

Oh how she wanted it. She wasn't exactly a dress kind of girl, more so a jeans and t-shirt kinda chick. But this, this was definitely an exception. Thus far she had managed two hundred fifty dollars, the dress in total costing three hundred and not including tax.

 

Luck was kind to her though as no one had purchased the lovely pink number in the past three months. And being that she was getting her weekly paycheck tomorrow, she could finally be able to purchase it.

 

The pretty brunette could barely contain herself, beaming wide at the thought. She had intended on wearing it to the Spring Dance being held at her school.

 

Heero stood a bit behind her, brow furrowing as he tried hard to see what was just so damn captivating. After taking a glance down at the brown-haired girl, he trailed her enthralled gaze to the soft pink gown on the platform.

 

He tilted his head to the side slightly as he studied the garment. His deep blue depths snagged the price-tag and they nearly bugged out of its sockets.

 

Three-hundred dollars for that ONE dress!? What in bloody CHRIST were these French people thinking!? One could buy at least four dressed with that amount of money!

 

But the way Makoto seemed to be staring at it…three-hundred dollars wasn't enough.

 

Suddenly, the said girl whipped about to face him, snatching him by the arm and beginning to pull him away from the store.

 

They left the urbane, ritzy store but not without Heero engraving the name of the facility in his mind.

 

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