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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 8: Open

Heero cursed his friends intrusion, they drank most of his coffee and unintentionally snooped on him. He was hoping to keep his fling with Relena quiet, until he was sure on his own feelings toward her. Quatre noticing that cup was definitely going to put a damper on his guise. When you spend over a year trying to get away from someone, it's a hard concept to grasp being 'near' them. A distraction was necessary so he began his school work.

He got a chunk of one assignment done, until it stopped functioning as a good distraction. He headed over to the school instead. It was Friday and a school holiday, so there was no one there besides a few dedicated athletes and some custodial staff. A few rounds of archery to begin with, a couple javelin throws and then several swimming laps; he hoped it would have diverted his mind away from thinking about Relena, and it did for a time. When making his way back into the change room he could hear people talking. They were chuckling as he passed by.

Escaping into the locker room was all he could do. Heero didn't understand why he felt so uneasy about the whole thing. It was more than likely those people were talking about something totally different, but his mind was trapped in the mentality of 'they all know'.

"I didn't know you'd be here," came Trowa's familiar voice from the end of the hall.

Heero looked over to him, "Yeah, I needed to get out of my room today." Getting out of his room facilitated his thought processes; he couldn't stop thinking about Relena in there.

"Understandable," Trowa took a seat on a bench, near where Heero was changing. "About that glass..."

"I have no idea how it got there," he said without a hitch.

"That was a quick answer." He made eye contact with the one in question. "I was concerned if anything bad happened last night, that's all," he said in a subversive way.

With a reassuring shake of his head, "Nothing bad."

"Then what," he continued.

"I'm not looking to talk about it."

"So, something did happen," Trowa had caught him.

"What?" Now he was getting on edge again.

"You said 'nothing bad' happened. Does that mean 'something good' happened?" He smirked, anticipating the answer he, and no one else, would get. Trowa knew more than he was letting on, but he wanted to see how far he could push Heero with the conversation.

He sighed, "I don't remember," he tried to make an 'out'. Heero turned around to see his friend with a wide smile on his face. "Why is it so important that you know what I did?"

Trowa, calm as ever, got up. "It's not," he said and reached into Heero's locker. Removing the magnetic mirror from the door he nodded in one direction. "Come here," he said and walked to the sink, where there was a wall length mirror. "The important thing is that you knew what went on. And seeing as how you do, I'm relieved."

Heero was now looking in the mirror for marks on his neck. He figured that Relena may have given him some payback for leaving a hickey on her first. "Then-?"

"Then it's important to be self aware, right?" He saw Heero nod. Continuing with the demonstration, he turned Heero's back to the large mirror. "Then know what 'sex scratches' are my friend, and you won't be grilled," he said, cool as a cucumber and positioned the mirror so Heero could see his own back.

There were random, red horizontal and vertical stripes going every which way, more were towards his shoulders. "...nothing happened," was all he could manage, slack jawed.

"Sure, Heero." He relinquished power of the mirror to it's owner. "Either way, I'm glad you're alright. Are you busy today?" Trowa was quick to drop the 'called it' tone of voice and facial expression. Not that he was overbearing about it, he just knew how sensitive Heero was to people's true intentions. Intention being: Making sure his friend wasn't assaulted.

"I'm free today..." Heero hesitated, "It...was't nothing...that..." He held the mirror, slowly lowering it in front of him as he struggled for an explanation. He didn't even bother to turn around, lest he see how red his own face had gotten.

"I'm not judging you," he said, "Don't worry about it. Come on, get dressed. I need some help today, if you don't mind."

"Sure...uh..." Heero went back to his locker, grabbed a shirt and locked up. "I'll tell you in the car," he said and slung his bag over a shoulder.

"As long as you realize you don't 'have to'," Trowa assure him. But he did tell him; he told him everything he recalled ayway. "Wow," came from Trowa's lips as they sat in the parking lot in his car, processing the story.

Heero's head was against his passenger window in defeat. His own actions boggled his mind, the thought of doing something like that now was too nerve racking. "I don't even remember doing that...neck...thing."

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "A hickey?" Heero blushed and crouched in his seat more, hiding his eyes. "S-sorry...I mean...you're really bothered by this. Why?" He began to pull away.

He sat up an composed himself, "I never thought of her like that before-"

"Never?"

"...not often," he sighed. "I don't want to set anything in stone. She's got her own agenda and so do I; we're too busy to have a relationship."

Trowa laughed, "I never thought I'd heard you say that about her."

"So much for not judging," he folded his arms and looked off into the distance.

"I'm not, I swear; I'm happy for you. You deserve to have a little fun." Trowa was pleased Heero opened up a bit.

"What about you?"

He was caught off guard, "W-what do you mean?"

"Some of the students around the school said they saw a girl leave your room last night. What's up with that?" He said in a smug, flat tone.

Trowa looked relieved, "That was my sister, Catherine."

"Alright...then why did you get all up in arms just now," he leaned closer to the driver, "Share. Remember, no judging." Trowa slowed to a stop and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. "I was kidding, you don't have-"

"-I'm writing it down," he said and grabbed a pen and scrap paper from the blinder above his head, "I'm not saying this out loud. You have your quirks, and I, mine." He scribbled a few things down and held it in front of Heero's face.

Taking the 'too close' paper in hand, he began focusing on it. He read the message and it took a second to process. He looked at the words, back to Trowa and then back to the note again, "...I can see it. It comes with working in the circus, I guess."

"I sure wasn't interested in it beforehand." He pulled back on to the road and continued on.

"How do you know if you have an interest like that? Does it happen over time, or is there one situation that determines it?" Heero was becoming more at ease.

Trowa shrugged, "Mine was gradual. And I find it funny you and Relena ended up together as you did. It was the same way my friend and I spent the night."

"Drinking?" he said with little enthusiasm.

"Yeah," he said, "I was shy about asking until I had a few. It's commonplace now, and no longer a big deal. I also don't need to dirnk to get the 'nerve' anymore."

Heero didn't recall him mentioning anything before, "When was this?"

"Shortly before the beginning of the school year. She's moved on with her circus group, but we had a good time." He reminised about the night he had with her.

"Did you sleep with her?" He hoped the meaning of 'sleep' was self explanatory in this context.

"We didn't have sex, but we did everything else," he said in a calm, causal way. "She said not to look at it as a night of 'what the hell were we thinking', rather to take it as an experience to move forward with."

Heero took that that piece of information down. Even if nothing came of he and Relena, he at least had the memory of being with her. "Funny."

"How so?" Trowa took note to the warm expression on his passenger's face.

"If Relena didn't come back to check on me I wouldn't have had these scratches, then I wouldn't have ended up at the school trying to get my mind off of it. Thus, I wouldn't have gotten to talk to you about it." Heero tried to follow the events in his head.

"I'm sure we'd have talked about it eventually," he laughed.

"I mean, I wouldn't have become comfortable with it, if not for today." He was referring to his life long streak of stoic, loner-ism. "Thanks." This was going to be a good tool to take along on his next outing with Relena. Which was going to be the award ceremony.

"Glad my nosy demeanor did some good," he smirked. "By the way, did you see my scarf? I lent it to Relena last night."

"It was so warm, why?"

"Neck."

"Right. No, I haven't seen it. I'll check behind the shelf the cup was on, it probably fell behind." Heero looked at the passing scenery in silence for a few minutes, "Don't tell Duo."

He nodded, "It's not my business to tell...but why not?" He figured Heero had a change of heart when it came to being open with his friends, why would any one of them be so different?

"I want to see how long it takes him to corner me about it. His freak outs are amusing," he said with a grin. They continued on for a time until they ran across a dirt road.

Trowa pulled up the dusty street and looked around, "Did you have plans next weekend?"

"No-" he said by default and caught himself, "Well..." Trowa looked right at him, or through him, Heero couldn't tell. "I...Relena asked me to go with her to some function."

"And you're going," he said, unaware if Heero would have taken it was a question or an order. He saw a nod. "That's good. Saturday, right? Do you know what time it's over?"

"I checked online, around nine. The banquette goes on until the doors close, but I don't think she cared to go to that part." Heero was curious as to where Trowa was going until the tent came into view. "The circus is here," he said.

"It's not my circus, but I'm helping out. I told them I had experience and they wanted me to come in for a few shows. Do you think you could get my notes for me this week?" He didn't want to lose out on work because of school, or the other way around.

"No problem," he said and got out of the car with Trowa. The circus was in the throws of setting up for the evening.

"I asked what you're doing because I had some free tickets. I'm giving them away to a few people. You should come after the show on Saturday, they're doing exhibits all night." The night was going to be filled with solo acts, stations doing independent performances and selling wears. Trowa shuffled he and Heero into a tent that was devoid of people. He rummaged through some things and emerged with an eight pack of beer.

"Again?" Heero asked in disbelief, "Is that really a good idea?" He was referring to the act of drinking two nights in a row.

"This is all I have, and I plan on sharing. Wufei wanted someone else to show off this 'amazing thing' to." He looped his arm around the beer and grabbed a cigarette tin from the shelf.

"Amazing? He doesn't usually get so excited." Heero felt the whole weekend was going to be full of surprises.

After unloading the drinkables in the back of the car, they got to work for the day. Earning extra money in any way was a bonus. Especially if that money was under the table, meaning, not on record anywhere, rendering it un-taxable.

The manual labour was intense. "Just take it off," Trowa suggested to Heero, who's shirt was dripping wet.

Since the scratches were going to stay, so was his top. "I'm fine," he said and drug a forearm across his forehead. Again, Heero was faced with something that wouldn't have ever happened, had the day not played out exactly as it did.

Passing between he and Trowa was a man with scratches, scars and, from the looks of it, intentional cigarette burns littering his back. One of them looked like a fresh wound, possiblly from a few days ago. "Coming through," he said and led a few horses by.

When he was out of ear shot, "...you win," Heero said and removed his tank top to continue the day's work. By day's end, he had been complimented on his markings by the same man who unintentionally inspired him to be more open about it.

Chuck, as he called himseld, said that women got more vicious as they got older and eventually switched to equipment. "She spends hundreds on her nails. Be damned if she broke one of'em on my hide." Chuck said with a slap on Heero's back. He had been warned, but it was positioned to sound more like he should be looking forward to it.

"I can't picture Relena as a 'dom'," Trowa stroked his chin as he tried to picture it.

"Don't," was all Heero said.

"Protective much?" He chuckled.

"No...now I'm picturing it. Thanks," he said ruthfully and reached for his phone.

"Are you going to ask her to dress up," he asked with a grin, considering the statement he just made.

"I don't think she'd go for that. Hang on." He dialed her up and let it ring.

"No stress," he comforted his friend and folded his arms to wait for him to be done.

"Right..." he said and waited.

'Hello?' came Relena from the other side.

"Hey, you busy?"

'No,' she said and made some rustling noises. There was background chatter.

Now he was stressed, she had friends in the room. He assumed so because she silenced them without saying she was on the phone, likely to get him to act candidly, "After the show on Saturday, would you like to go somewhere else?"

'Certainly. Did you have something in mind?' she said with stifled giggling.

"Trowa had extra tickets to 'Circ de Soleil', he suggested we go." It wasn't often that a Canadian circus visited Japan, so it was a rare treat to go see it. Trowa held up a poster with the date, and pointed to it for Heero to take note. "It's only here until next weekend, so this'll be their last show."

'I'll have to change when I get there. Is that okay?' she asked.

"I don't see why not." He shrugged, as if she could see him.

'Sounds fun, it's a date. I'll see you in school on Monday,' she said.

"Alright," he said and flipped his phone shut.

"I heard that," Trowa said with a smile, "It's a date," he quoted her.

Heero huffed, "This is what I get for opening up to you people." He shoved the phone back in his pocket and they made their way back into town to visit Wufei.
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