Disclaimers: NEVER MINE!! Cries... never been!! hiks
Er... warning: silly things
I stormed out from his office, uncaring that I actually banged the door harder than I expected, and actually tore it from the hinges. I squinted, but who cares. If he could afford gallons of wine, and so much brooding, I am sure he could afford a new door. Such things I did for him.
I love him? Of course I do. So what? Then the clock on the wall caught my attention. Three minutes past TWO! I could say my face actually turned scary as those men who walked past me actually cringed. I couldn't care more. I missed my lunch, and I could bet there's nothing but insignificant leftovers in the officer's canteen. But I need food, before I start devouring other... variants...
A few more cringes, I knew I went a bit over board with my predatory glint.
I pushed open the door and made my way to the food serving area. The soldier in charge seemed to notice me approaching and started to rummage around... I wonder, searching for an escape route? Was my face that scary now? But hell, no time to search for mirror. Hell, he'll just have to take me as I am.
"Good day... er... Lady Une."
I just nodded, as I started to scan the food left on the serving tray, wincing as to find them downright unfavorable. Wilted green vegetables, half cold food? I frowned.
"Excuse me, Lady Une..." the food soldier called again. I was in the middle of thinking, and I know I got really upset when someone disturbed my line of thought. Without even thinking long, "What?!" I snapped.
"I am sorry, Lady Une, don't mean to disturb. But I... er... we... saved some food for you, knowing you'll be late for lunch."
For once I didn't really know what to do, snarl or say thank you, as the food soldier meekly slid a generous platter of hot food across. I chose to nod and walked away. I saw Noin sitting at one of the corner table, eating her lunch, and decided to join her.
"Hello, Noin. How are you?" as I slid to a seat across her.
She lifted her head and smiled a bit, "SOS, DD."
"That is a new acronym around here."
"Same Old Story, Different Day."
"You mean they are still..."
"Yah. I wish I could just blow those dynamic duo up into space."
I smiled. Alex and Muller... Didn't they just know her heart was for someone else, and the someone else was somewhere, which led to another someone who's now somewhere staring into something... and... that this world's actually made up of .... oh gods... mm... some food they saved for me.
"I won." Hawk said, as he took the last of the cigarettes from the pack. I placed my cards on the table and took my revolver, and placed it back into the holster, taking my uniform jacket and stood up.
"Hey. Where to?" He asked, fumbling with his prize cigs. I pointed to the battered clock on the table, which showed five minutes to seven. And he whistled. I snorted and left.
I walked briskly to the officer's wing and tried to remember where Captain Merquise's suite was, and I found it. I tapped on the door, and again, and waited... but no one answered. Contemplating between pushing it open or waiting for maybe eternity, I opted to just announce my entry, as I opened the door.
"Sir, its..." my would be speech was cut short when I saw a mound snuggled inside the bed, the last rays of sunlight danced over it, his platinum hair spread across the white bed spread. I walked slowly towards the obviously sleeping figure and shook my head,
"How the hell could he sleep with that hideous metal around his head?"
But then again, it had been a long journey anyway.
As I approached him even more, I could hear the soft purring sound from the contented figure, probably having one of the best rests he could get. His lips parted slightly and one hand curled just touching those lips. I gulped.
Damn! Damn! Stupid Gerald. He...
And my hand took its impulse, wanting to see more of him, wanting to free him from the metal mask, I reached out, and touched it, but slightly,
When he darted up.
My sleep was thoroughly pleasant, when my sometimes-too-useful biology clock screamed of seven o'clock. That Ensign Whatever-his- name-is would come in any minute.
Through my post-wake-up haze I could feel someone beside me, half dreaming it was Treize and half rebuking that he's not here I felt the hand trying to remove my mask.
Great I slept with my mask on, and now someone's trying to be helpful if not curious. Jumping up, I thought I managed to surprise whoever it was.
"Sir." Oh, the ensign.
I looked up groggily at him and, "Yes?"
"Uh... I didn't mean to... uh... I thought it's uncomfortable sleeping with the mask on."
I sat there silently, not saying anything, just trying to build the tension, playing around and getting myself to wake up.
"Doesn't mean I permit you into doing that. What I wear to sleep is none of your concern. Are you..." I looked down to my slightly crumpled uniform and a smile played itself mischievously on my lips, not that I like doing this. "Are you... going to strip me off my uniform afterwards?"
There, I said it, and I'm awake now. I swung myself out of the bed, and just in time to see his growing red pallor...
"N... of course not Sir."
"So don't do it again."
"Yes" I heard him say,
And I walked into the general direction of the bathroom, stopping short knowing that this wasn't my room in Lake Vic anymore. There's two doors one presumably being the study, and?
"Which one is the bathroom?"
He looked at me, even as he wore his mask I knew he's blazing.
"Doesn't mean I permit you into doing that. What I wear to sleep is none of your concern. Are you..."
His voice clipped up and stern, and then he paused,
"Are you... going to strip me off my uniform afterwards?" I could see a grin forming on his face.
"N... of course not Sir."
I tried to compose my bearing.
/But I wouldn't reject if you let me/ I added silently, trying not to show it, lest he demanded my head from General Fanfarnir.
"So don't do it again." he retorted. I could only mouth a silent yes.
/Damn him. He's even younger than I am./
"Yes."
He seemed content with my answer and walked to the direction of the bathroom. My mind ran itself amok, with the thoughts he fleetingly suggested. Yes, it would be good to see him... unclothed... when he asked,
"Which one is the bathroom?" as he pointed to the two doors, one being the study. Trying to think in my haziness I said,
"The... the door to the.... er... left, Sir."
Only had he closed the door had I realized.
I opened the left door and walked headlong, still furious at the account of that ensign, and as I closed the door behind me,
"What the fuck?!"
Instead of the usual setting of a bathroom: a sink, a bathtub, a shower, a toilet, whatever, the things I saw were rows and rows of books in mahogany shelves and a large desk with chairs and couches and books and more books.
I groaned in surrender.
Helpless situation, utterly helpless.
He walked out from the... er... study, and I almost expected him to shout at me. Instead he approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder,
"I believe, ensign, my stay here would be utterly colorful."
And he smiled.
I relaxed a bit,
"Never boring, Sir. Never boring."
As I led him out to the dining room.