Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sarah ❯ “Heero...” ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 12
"Heero..." -Relena Darlian/Peacecraft
"But Trente, no one would need to know...and we are safe here, I promise..." I heard myself say quietly, grasping the said boy's hand. I looked deep into his eyes, those pools of ocean blue, and smiled, trying to convince him. He bit his lip, clearly in conflict with himself, and sighed, wanting what I wanted, but not sure it was the right thing to do.
"What about your father? What if he ever found out?" he asked, eyes showing more fear now, after hearing about my father from his own parents. "And what about Mom and Dad? What would they think? I don't know Sarah..."
An idea presented itself in my mind, and I grinned at this brainstorm, scooting myself closer to him. "Maybe this will help make up your mind..." I took his face in my hands and--
"Sarah? Good morning! Wake up! Are you dressed yet?" Trente's voice came echoing down the hallway as he approached my door, bright and early. I awoke with a start, sitting upright immediately, and looked to the mirror on the vanity nearby, noticing my bright red face.
"It was...a...dream?" I brought my hands to my blushing cheeks, eyes wide, and stared at myself until I was brought back to reality by Trente's shouting and continuous pounding.
"Saaaaarrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh?!?!?!!?!"
Sighing, I grabbed a robe and wrapped it around myself, and quickly brushed my hair. I was not about to let Trente see me at my worst. "I'm up, I'm up!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes and smiling. 'He is so cute...'
"Can I come in?" he asked quietly, sounding embarrassed.
My eyes widened. He wanted to come in my room. I had just woken up, and was wearing...well, not much of anything... "Uh..." I raced around my room, making my bed and throwing my clothes in the closet, shutting it swiftly. Wrapping the robe around me tighter, I took one last glance in the mirror and made my way to the door, reaching for the handle. Inhaling, I turned it and peeked around the door, seeing him looking around the hallway and biting his lip, wondering if I was going to allow him in. "Trente?" I asked quietly, eyebrows raising unconsciously. He turned quickly, startled, and met my eyes for a moment, before looking down at the floor, analyzing the carpet and his shoes.
"Are you awake?"
I smiled. He was just as nervous as I was. "No, that's why I'm standing here talking to you, Trente." He chuckled lightly, eyes lifting to meet my gaze again. Cheeks a light pink, he grinned and watched me, looking over all my features. 'Is he...checking me out?' I wondered, laughing at his indiscreet way of doing so. He hadn't had much practice, I figured out. But, then again, I hadn't either...the events of the previous night came flooding back, along with that damned sentence that I had last said to him. 'Trente, I'd love to wake up to you any--'
"So what would you like for breakfast? Mom said that since you are the guest, it's your choice." he cut off my thoughts, leaning forward and looking me straight in the eyes. Once again, I found myself speechless. He smiled, knowing full well that it was him that caused this to happen to me. 'Damn his good looks!' I cursed in my head, trying to look away so I could regain myself. "How about French Toast?" he suggested.
'French Toast?' I had never had that before. Mom never really cooked breakfast at the house, we just had coffee and cereal, or bagels of some sort. It was a rare occasion that she cooked eggs. "What is French Toast?" I inquired, confused and for once not focused on the gorgeous boy in front of me. He looked at me, surprise flooding his face as he laughed.
"You mean to tell me you've never had French Toast before? No way! You must be kidding! That's only the best breakfast in the world!" he exclaimed. Seeing my shaking head, his eyes widened in disbelief and he leaned forward more, getting only a few inches away from my face. Looking me in the eyes, he stared for what seemed an eternity, then whispered breathlessly, "Well, I guess we'll have to have...that...then..."
"Trente, are you waking her up, or trying to seduce her?"
I don't think I've ever seen anyone turn that red before. The boy in front of me turned abruptly around to face his father, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and laughing his head off, grabbing his sides as they ached with his expression of merriment. "Dad!" Trente yelled as he vaulted at his father, who sidestepped quickly and laughed even harder as his son hit the stairs.
"Mornin' Sarah..." he managed to get out between giggles as he evaded his mortified son, passing me a few times, then going up the stairs. "See ya for brekkies?" I nodded dumbly, watching this game of cat and mouse, then turned and made my way back into my room to get ready for breakfast. What an odd start for the day...
After a shower and getting dressed, I went upstairs, following the aroma of cinnamon and butter, a wonderful smell. I drifted aimlessly through the house, getting used to my surroundings, and finally got to the kitchen, where I met Hilde, busily running around and making this foreign breakfast called French Toast. Planting myself on a stool at the island separating the kitchen from the dining room, I watched with renowned interest.
First, she had made a mixture of eggs and cinnamon in a shallow bowl, which she dumped pieces of bread into. Then she would place them in the frying pan, which had butter melted in it already, and sprinkle more cinnamon on top, waiting for them to cook. After one side was toasty, she would flip them, and cook the other, adding more cinnamon and creating a heavenly smell. After making about a loaf of these cooked cinnamon bread things, she placed them all on a platter, got out the butter and syrup, and set the table. I felt that I had to help, so I carried what I could into the dining room, placing it in the middle. She smiled and wished me a good morning, and turned off the stove, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"Why did you make so much of this French Toast stuff?"
She laughed, taking a seat at the table and dishing up all the plates but one. "You've seen my husband eat." was all she said. After giving each plate about four pieces, she moved the rest to one side of the table and yelled out the window, "Trente! Duo! Breakfast!"
Then I realized why she had only set three of the places up. The rest went to Duo. I should have figured that one out, especially after seeing him at dinner the night before. The two boys came inside, Trente limping slightly, and Duo with a bruised cheek, and sat down, eyes wide as they looked over the food the woman of the house had prepared.
"What were you guys doing to each other?" I asked, noticing their slight injuries.
Duo laughed, as did Trente, and started eating. "We were--Mmmm Hilde babe this is good!--just--yum!--having some fun is all, Sarah..." I decided not to pursue that thought further and watched as the family ate, trying to figure out how to eat this unexplained food. Trente saw my indecisiveness and smiled, scooting his chair closer to me and moving his food next to mine.
"Here, I'll show you how." He took my fork and knife, smiling the whole while, and grabbed the butter and syrup from his father, who was already through half his food. Spreading butter on each piece of toast, he stacked them neatly and started cutting them into smaller pieces, blushing as I watched him. "Do you want syrup?" I nodded. I didn't even know what syrup was, but it sounded good to me. He could have suggested that I put mayonnaise on my French Toast and I would have agreed. That's how much influence he had on me. Slathering the breakfast in a thick brown liquid, he picked up a piece with my fork, and swirled it around in this syrup stuff, then picked it up, letting the excess drip off. Looking at me and smiling that classic grin of his, he brought the forkful towards my mouth, at which I opened it, taking in the food he was offering. I don't think I've ever had a breakfast that good before. It was so sweet and absolutely...
"Scrumptious." I giggled, chewing it slowly and reaching for my juice. Taking my eyes from Trente, I looked around the table at Hilde, who was staring at us with a happy expression on her face, and Duo, who stared at us like we were nuts. I gazed down at my food, biting my lip, and happened to catch a glance of Trente, who was doing the same, more than just pink in the cheeks.
"What?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed as he moved to get a napkin, seeming to brush it off as nothing.
Duo started to tease, but Hilde kicked him under the table, muttering something harsh, and breakfast continued silently, except for the occasional burp from Duo or 'pass the syrup' from me. I came to really like syrup that morning...
~*~
"Please Mr. Maxwell?"
The braided man shook his head. "Not right now!" I scowled. I couldn't get him to say anything about the Gundams, and much less, my father. I wanted to know what he was like when he was my age, what my mother was like...I watched him sitting at the computer, playing a game of Star Craft, and sighed. 'Why is he so reluctant to talk about Father?' Finally, a beeping came through the laptop speakers and he frowned as the words "Game Over" came flashing across the screen. He glanced over at me, eyes narrowed, and popped up, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of pop. I sighed loudly and followed, stomping loud enough for him to hear. Suddenly, he stopped in mid stride and whirled around, facing me and causing a near collision. Luckily for me, I have quick reflexes, and swerved just in time, only hitting a table instead.
"Kuso!" I cursed quietly, grabbing my shin and looking up at him.
He stared at me, face, for once, serious, and tapped his foot, looking impatient. "Well?"
My eyebrows raised as the pain in my leg reduced and I glared at him, confused. "Well what?"
"Hmph." he rolled his eyes and snorted, smirking. "Well what do you want to know, Miss Yuy?"
Finally I would get some answers. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of any questions. Getting answers to questions you don't have is a bit pointless, I must say. Frowning, I tried to think of something to stall while I came up with some questions. "How about we go sit outside like yesterday?" I suggested, hoping he would go for it.
"Why? It's quite hot outside. I thought you wanted to ask me questions! Now is your chance. Ask away." My face fell visibly, I'm sure. Plopping down on a nearby bench, I searched my thoughts for a question, any question at all...
"Why do you always wear black?" I wanted to smack myself. Of all questions, I had to ask about his fashion sense.
His eyebrows quirked, and he chuckled lightly, shaking his head in mirth. "Well, to tell the truth, I'm not exactly sure. Most people would say it's because I've experienced so much pain in my life, but...I just find comfort in black. It fits me. I can't explain it really, it's just...what seems to suit me."
"So much pain?" He certainly didn't seem like he had experienced that much pain, he always seemed happy-go-lucky to me...
Duo nodded, eyes loosing their sparkle. "Well, I lost my family when I was very young, grew up in a church, which was then destroyed, and had to live a life of death, trained to kill. Then I lost Heero and..." he paused, tears welling up in his eyes. "Most people don't know what I really feel. I make myself happy so I don't bring everyone else down. There are some good things that have happened in my life, but...not enough to outweigh the bad. I have Hilde, and we have Trente, and I am finally living a normal life, but...I'll never forget those nights of loneliness, not knowing where...where Heero was or where I was..." He looked up at me, and I noticed his eyes widen as he saw who he was talking to, Heero's daughter. Me. Sarah Peacecraft Yuy.
'He talks of my father like they were...'
"Excuse me. You can play the game if you want, I have to...go work..." With that, he got up and left the room quickly, wiping away his tears with a sleeve, sending them flying down like rain. Those crystal droplets, held back for years, shimmered in the sunlight streaming in from the window, represented sorrow like none other. But I couldn't get over the way he spoke of my father...
Had they been more than just teammates? More than just fellow Gundam Pilots?
But he had Hilde, Father had Mother...
Did they?
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Autho r's Note:
Yeah, I normally don't include these lil notes, but for this chapter I think I must...what did you think? Ooh a bit of mystery, isn't it?
Duo and...
Heero? *gasps are heard throughout the crowd* Were they? We'll see! Review! As a wonderful friend of mine said... "A reviewed author is a happy author!" Take her advice! I love reviews! Flames...*laughs* even those are fun, because it at least means you read my story! Just Do It!
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