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Slice of Life	By : Starla_Q Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: The Ropes

Quatre' felt his day wasn't going to be much better than Duo's. When he left the dorm he had to be brought back to the hall to drop off the glass he forgot. He kept the stir stick as a memento of the evening. The narrow piece of green plastic reminded him of what Duo said as they left the dorm, 'we're not letting him do this'. Meaning, Heero wasn't allowed to keep his personal life to himself. And while Quatre would have liked to know if Heero and Relena were going to become a couple, he was content in waiting for them to come forward with the announcement, themselves.

After dropping the dish off, he continued on to his family's house for the long weekend. The whole trip was nearly an hour long and he was exhausted by the time he reached his bed. Flopping down face first into the plush covers, he started to regret moving into the dorm in the first place. His bed was far nicer and much bigger than the dorm room beds.

But it was for that same reason, that wanted to leave and be on his own. He felt his sheltered upbringing was more of a hindrance that a help. When he heard of his friends plight with growing up and becoming independent, Quatre wanted to have a similar experience along side of them. Eventually he was hoping to stay in town each weekend after he got used to living alone. For the first couple months he had been retreating back to his mansion each weekend to stock up on food, and sleep in a goose down bed.

"Master Quatre," said an unfamiliar voice, "Would you like some tea?" The girl that appeared in the doorway was holding a tray full of things to eat and drink.

He waved her in, "Sure, lay it on the table." He watched the new girl lay her tray down. Quatre couldn't help but notice she wasn't dressed the same exact way as the other workers. This girl had made an alteration to her uniform that caught his eye, but he kept it to himself.

"You can call me if you need anything else," she bowed and turned to leave. Normally their working staff at the house was from their home country, but since Japan was so out of the way, she was hired as an entry level employee from the school.

"What's your name, before you go," he asked, curious about the native girl they hired.

"I'm Naibun, but everyone calls me Bunni," she said.

Quatre smiled, "Oh, you switched the characters around," they chuckled.

"People from out of town don't usually get it; my friends thought it was funny." They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. "Would you like me to wake you up at a certain time?" She asked Quatre as he went to lay back down.

"Yes, please. Come get me at noon," he said, still looking kind of rough from the night before.

She nodded and went to leave but stopped short. "I heard," she said and turned, "That a single drink, first thing when you're feeling hungover, can perk you up again. Would you like me to get you some berry wine? We freshly bottled it this morning."

"Thanks, but I'll stick with this for now." He held up his tea cup. "I'll keep you in mind on movie night though." He was joking.

"No problem. Anytime you want to tie one on, let me know. I have a key," she said with a smile and left, swinging a ring full of keys on her finger.

He wasn't serious, but who knew, maybe he'd find a wine he liked the taste of. He shook the idea from his head, remembering what happened when he found drinks he enjoyed drinking. With that in mind, he knew he had to sleep those drinks off until the designated time, so he sipped his tea and slipped off to sleep.

Later on in the day he decided it was time to look around town more. Right away, he ran into Duo exiting the subway. He was waving to couple of his friends and he had a small, nearly empty tray of food in his hand. "I didn't expect you to up and moving so soon." Quatre approached him.

"Same here," he said with more spirit than when they last spoke. "I'm starving, want to get something to eat?" He tossed his food container away in a nearby bin. He and his newly rejuvenated friend sat at a coffee shop placed and order, for more food.

Quatre started off. "When I got home this morning, I found out we have a new housekeeper," he said as the waiter dropped off their orders.

"Does she call you 'master'?" Duo snickered.

He blushed, "All my staff call me that! And, you're assuming it's a girl?"

"Is it?" he asked brightly smiling.

"...yes," Quatre sighed, "She was really helpful and was even willing to get me wine to fight this hangover with."

"Does that work?" he said with wide eyes. He had seen a flask on Heero's shelf but didn't think anything else of it. Had he but known, he may not have needed to do what he did on the subway.

He said, "I don't know," with a shrug. "But next time I want to have a drink, she said I could ask her."

Duo shook his head, "I don't think I'll be doing any drinking for a while. I'm still tender from last night." Saying that he wasn't doing too well would have been more believable, if he weren't on his third sandwich. "Maybe I'll try again next weekend."

Quatre blushed again, this time for no reason he could think of, "Is that wise? Do you even remember going home last night?" he asked him now that they weren't in a room full of people. Relena said she hadn't told Duo about the incident yet.

"No. Something happen after I left?" he asked, oblivious to what he did. Quatre laughed lightly got him to lean forward. He gave him the 'readers digest' version of what happened in a hushed voice from across the table, "No way!" Duo said.

"She had to go to a detail shop to spray her car down." He smirked, "We also found out that the bar tender was serving you larger drinks to get you really drunk. I think you should complain to the owner."

"Really?" Duo was shocked, just as he was when he first found out. Though now he was less angry with the idea of being poisoned. He laughed, "I was a totally different person, it was strange."

"Totally different? You seemed to be more outgoing and social than ever. How was it different?" Quatre asked.

"Are you kidding? I was so...all over the place. It was sloppy." He felt his usual charming attitude was hindered by the drink, at least that much of it. "I didn't handle last night well at all, poor Relena having to put up with that. Damn," he said and glanced off to the entrance of the cafe, perking up in his seat some to get a better view of something.

"What?" Quatre leaned and tried to see what he was looking at.

"Nothing. I'm all on edge now." He looked back to Quatre, "Last night could have gone a lot worse; what if I tried to walk home? What if I didn't roll that window down?" Irrational fears surfaced as his attention wandered. "You don't think Relena's cross with me?" His fingers nervously drummed the edge of the table.

"Nothing like that happened, don't freak yourself out over it. And don't worry, she seemed content with it going out the car, and not in the car." Quatre sipped his ginger tea, red cheeked. A suggestion by the lovely Naibun was to have something with ginger. It soothed nausea and helped heal. He snickered at his own notion, remembering what she was wearing. "The new girl suggested this."

"Hmm?" Duo asked, he seemed still out of sorts.

"I was thinking about the new girl we hired, she's nice, but..." Quatre trailed off.

"She's cute?" He slyly narrowed his eyes at the one sitting across the table.

"It's not that, that's concerning; she wears a corset with her uniform." He didn't want to say anything to her because he didn't want to embarrass the girl. He said he talked to the manager about it, fearing she'd be penalized; oddly enough he allowed it, saying it was for medical reasons. "I mean if she has trouble carrying things, shouldn't she have a different job?"

"It's not medical, it's a ploy," Duo began, "She's being erotic."

This made his friend turn a darker shade of red, "Duo! Come on, we're in public." He got quieter, "What do you mean?" sounding more intrigued, he leaned in closer.

"Think about it," he said and counted on his fingers as he went, "There's no reason she can't wear it under her uniform," one finger, "Then offering you booze," another finger, "Then the tea," thrid finger, "It all adds up: She's flirting. I'd say make a move," he tapped a determined finger on the table.

"Adds up? It's been a day...are you sure you're alright?" He had a feeling his friend needed to lay down, he was still acting kind of drunk.

He caught himself being eccentric and dumbed it down, "I-I mean, see if she's interested. Throw a compliment her way."

"You assume I'm interested in her?" he again sipped his tea.

"Why bring her up? Twice, I might add; because you were interested in her. And why talk about her clothing? Because you wan-" he explained but was stopped short.

"-I get it..." he dismissed the notion. "I have a hard time expressing my interest in someone, for starters; plus, she's an employee. She'd get fired over something like that. I think it's called a conflict of interest."

"That's why you don't tell anyone. Where do you think the word 'maid' came from? 'Mistress'." He popped the last of his food in his mouth.

"There's no 'd' in that word, for that matter, an 'a'."

"Maybe it was from another language."

"Or you're blowing smoke."

He laughed at his own failed language. "Probably that one. I'm might be mixing my references, or I wanted to say the word 'mistress'. 'Mistress'." He put emphasis on the word the second time. "And on that note, I'll talk to you later, Quatre. I need to go buy sexy underwear and clean Wufei's place like a good little 'slave girl'." He chortled as he walked away.

"Cut that out," he said loudly. Now he too had to leave, for there were too many eyes on him. They went separate ways.

He escaped and ended up passing a crowded skater-park. There were people were at the back of the fenced off area doing various dance moves. Another group off to the side was sitting in a circle and texting, silently. Many other groups were here and there doing their own thing, but none drew much attention. He found funny parallels with these people and the ones from the party the night before, except he didn't feel comfortable diving in and talking up a storm. At least, not without knowing a few names first.

The remainder of the day was spent exploring the rest of town and getting to know the area. He took pictures from 'look-out' locations and walking tracks thoughout the town. He felt that meshing with others was best done at school, where the young social hierarchy wasn't as prominent. Japan was a beautiful place, he wanted every chance to take in the scenery. It proved to be a good conversation piece during family reunions.

On his way to get the bus, it's last run of the night, a familiar car drove by. Trowa and Heero were in the front seats, "Where are you heading?" Trowa asked from the driver side.

"I wanted to ride the bus home, I've never done it before," he said innocently. They mentioned they were heading over to Wufei's to see something 'amazing', as he called it. Wufei wouldn't give them the details, they just had to go and see it. "Text me when you get there, I want to know what's going on," Quatre smiled. After a few more passing words, the bus pulled in and his friends pulled away.

The bus generated a low howl from the back, where it's engine was, and it constantly buzzed the whole time. It was a far cry from the car he was chauffeured around with most of the time. He took note to a patron in the back, riding with a couple of her friends; she had taken ill in the back of the bus. There was a plastic bag in her hands and no mess, but Quatre couldn't help feel flustered. The first time he rode the bus and that was what he got to see and hear.

Quatre's heart began racing, leaving him short of breath. His face was sweating and his heart skipped every few beats. Why had such a simple act have gotten to him so badly? It wasn't like he hadn't seen anyone ill before. In fact, he heard Duo that very morning and didn't feel the slightest bit of panic. He panted for air, unintentionally alerting the bus driver.

"You okay, kid?" the elderly man asked from behind the wheel.

"I'm fine," he said, controlling his breathing. "It's a panic attack, I'll manage." He said this as if it wasn't the first time it happened, and it wasn't. Many times behind the helm of his gundam, he felt those same symptoms, the same draining, exasperated breathing and fluttering heart.

"You sure you don't need me to pull over?" he asked.

"No. But she may," he pointed at the back of the bus, it's people kept it together nicely. They were thankful that Quatre said something, they were afraid that they'd get kicked off for being sick.

Less than an hour later, he was home. As he opened the door his phone went off with a text from Trowa saying 'So clean. Hard to believe.' Quatre laughed at the 'amazing' news Wufei had for them.

Naibun was at the front to take his coat right away, "How was your outing, Master Quatre?"

Doing the same thing he'd been doing a lot that day, he blushed, "Eventful. I ran into Duo and we had coffee." He proceeded to tell her about the things he saw on his travels and showed her the pictures he had shot with his phone.

"I wish my phone took such good pictures. The ones I take are all fuzzy." Her phone was that of a commoner and not beyond three megapixels; as opposed to Quatre's, an eye raping fifteen megapixels. "And I know so many places to take pictures too. I should take you some day, if...that's appropriate." She needed the job and didn't want to make it look like she was asking this boy on a date, she'd lose her only source of income.

"Absolutely," he said with a smile, "I have escorts all the time." She blushed. He blushed in return and scrambled to correct his entendre, "I mean, people to escort me through town. I'd like it very much if you showed me around," he said waving his hands in front of himself.

Naibun laughed, "How about Sunday? I'm off."

"I thought you had to be working to take me around?" This comment made her stutter and attempt a response. To avoid answering she shoved him off to his quarters for the evening. He smirked. It looked like this girl was interested in him after all. If nothing else came of it, it was the perfect setting to learn how to flirt. "Bunni," he said from the other side of his door that was being shut for him. He could still see her swoon through the crack in the door because he used her nic name. "I'm getting a shower, would you like to do me a favour?"

She turned beet red, "Y-yes, Master Quatre?"

"Could you come in, in a few minutes, and hand me a towel?" he purposefully lengthened his sentences to get a reaction.

The girl was losing oxygen as she spoke, "No problem." Naibun hopped off down the hall to look for the softest towels she could find.

He shut his door and sighed. "Guess it's not that hard," he smirked, "I can do this." Flirting with her was going to be fun.
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