This
was it, the moment of truth for the silent soldier. The boy rang the bell of
apartment 702. Footsteps could be
heard coming toward the door as Trowa’s heart went pitter-patter in his chest.
The door opened and Isis appeared in the doorway.
She was wearing tight fake leather pants; a really low cut, sleeveless
black shirt, and black platform sandals. Her
hair was down and in small ringlets. Trowa almost got a nosebleed right then and
there but blushed heavily instead.
"Hey
Trowa, thanks for coming." said Isis.
"It's
no problem."
"Would
you like to come in for awhile?"
"That
would be great." said Trowa as he walked through the doorway.
The place was fairly messy which Isis apologized for.
He thought living room was a little run down but living in mansion after
mansion can do that to a person. She
asked Trowa if he would like to sit down and chose a dark green couch with the
stuffing coming out of one the arms to park his tiny toosh.
Isis sat down next to him and asked "How are you?"
"Great."
he answered, " And you?"
"Great!"
she said, " Sooo... How old are you, Trowa?"
"Sixteen."
"Really?
Me too."
There
was a long awkward pause until Isis asked, "So, Where do you live?"
"Out
in the country-side with my uh... friends."
"Neat."
There
was another awkward pause
"So,
Do you live here with your parents?" asked
Trowa.
"No.
My parents died when I was four years old." said Isis sadly
"Oh...
Sorry. Do you live alone
then?"
"No,
I have a roommate named Lita." It was obvious that she was hiding specfic
details that she didn’t want him to know about.
"You
wanna go eat?"
"Sure,
lets go."
As
the two walked out on to the dark, urban street, Isis spotted Trowa's mode of
transportation.
"Oh
my god," she exclaimed, "You have a motorcycle. How cool is
that!"
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The
small glass door jingled as they entered the tiny restaurant.
"Konichiwa. Welcome to Sakura. How many?” Asked the slightly over
weight hostess.
"Two,
please." said Trowa.
"Follow
me." Said the hostess. The two
were lead over to a small table near the window. After a few minutes a petite Japanese waitress came to their
tale the take their order.
"Hello,
I am Naomi and I'll be your waitress tonight.
What would you like to drink?"
She asked.
"I'll
have a green tea, please." said Isis.
"Could
you make that two?" Trowa asked
"Two
green teas." said the waitress, "And have you decide what you would
like to eat?"
Isis
and Trowa looked down at their menus to decide. "Do you want to share a la carte?(1)" she asked
him.
"Sure"
“Alright,
we’ll get three tuna, four California rolls, two squid, two crab, and one
smoked eel.”
"Hai"
said the waitress, "I be back with your drinks in a few minutes."
Silence
consumed the small table until the waitress returned. Isis was sitting there sipping her tea when she just couldn't
stand the silence any more and asked "So Trowa, what's your favorite
color?"
Trowa
was a little startted by the question. He
never really thought about what his favorite color was.
He was trained to fight his enemies and rely on his allies not to love
colors and art. He looked up at
Isis and saw those eyes. He thought about the beautiful color of her irises. The blue
color was mixed with a little gray and hint of green. This was truly his favorite color, the color of her eyes.
"Blue,"
he said, "Blue is my favorite color. What's
your favorite?"
"Green."
she said instantly with a big grin.
Before
long, they were talking like old friends who hadn't seen each other since
childhood. This was the longest
conversation Trowa had ever experienced. He
never liked talking to people that much, but Isis was an exception.
She was always interesting and she showed such energy and emotion while
talking. As they were discussing the book "The Catcher in the
Rye," Trowa looked down at his watch.
It was already 7:41. They
had been talking for more than an hour.
"Isis,
We need to leave now if we are going to make the play on time."
"Alright,
lets go!" she smiled and the two walked over to the cash register.
Trowa took out one of Quatre's many credit cards from his wallet and laid
it on the table. After the bill was paid, Isis picked up the card and read the
name.
"Trowa,
this isn't yours.." she said.
"I
know. It's my friend Quatre's.
He gave my his card tonight."
"Oh!!
Quatre Raberba Winner. What
a name." she said as she hand the card back to him.
"Quatre
is a part of the Winner family in the space colonies. In fact, he is the sole heir to his father's wealth and is
very rich."
"What's
your full name, Trowa?" asked Isis while as they were just walking outside.
"Trowa
Barton." Trowa mentally kicked
himself from giving out his full name. Now
he could be traced by OZ.
"Trowa
Barton, huh? I like it.
It's cute!" She said as he blushed slightly.
"What's
your full name?"
"Isis
Marie Beckham."
"Your
name is beautiful." She smiled embarrassingly as her cheeks turned bright
pink.
"Why
thank you, Mr. Barton." she said sarcastically
"Your
welcome, Miss Beckham." Trowa answered back as the two climbed on the bike
and drove off. Trowa enjoyed Isis'
beautiful arms around him. She was
hugging him so tightly that her breasts were pressed up against his back and he
could feel every breath she inhaled. Trowa
would’ve loved to just ride all night like that but she had to let go when
they reached the theater.
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After
they entered the lobby, Isis was been greeted by almost everyone in the room and
he was introduced to everyone. Trowa
knew he wouldn't remember any of their names but one stood out.
A Mr. Truman Winters. He was
fairly old man with white hair and a white beard.
He came up, hugged Isis, and said "There's my little star.
How are you, dear?"
"I
am fine, sir. This is Trowa Barton,
my date. Trowa this is Mr. Winters.
He owns this theater."
"Nice
to meet you, sir." the youth said.
"It's
a pleasure to meet you." Mr.
Winters answered, " And thank you for coming. I am always so glad to see young people like yourself
enjoying the theater."
"Your
welcome, sir."
"Oh,
Mr. Winters! Before I forgot to
ask, What time is the dress rehearsal tomorrow?" asked Isis.
"Tomorrow?
Seven o’clock at night."
"Great,
thank you Mr. Winters."
"Your
welcome, Miss Isis. It was
wonderful meeting you, Mr. Barton. Have
a great evening and enjoy the show." Said Mr. Winters as he walked off.
The man had a certain charm and was very fatherly like to Isis.
"Are
you working on a play here?" He asked.
"Yeah,
I am playing Titania in 'A Midsummer Night's Dream.'" Isis replied.
"When
does it open? I would love to come
see it."
"A
week from now. But if you want, you
could come to the dress rehearsal tomorrow." she said as she smiled
brightly.
Her
eyes lit up as Trowa said, "Sure! I'd
love too."
"Hey,
the play's going to start soon, we got to go and get some good seats."
"Don't
we have to pay?"
"No,
the theater lets me in free." she replied, "Come on, let’s go!"
The
two walked though the double doors entering in the theater.
They found two seats in the middle of the audience and sat down.
As they were getting comfortable, the house lights slowly dimmed and the
stage lights flashed on as a man and woman entered onto the stage.
"I'll
freeze you, in faith. . . "
(1):
A la carte is ordering your pick of sushi. It’s yummy.
Part Four
"Tis
a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so." said Lucentio.
As soon as he finished the sentence the stage lights went out and the
audience praised the actors with applause.
The play was over and there Trowa sat, captivated by it all.
As
the applause died down, people got up from their seats and left the theater.
Trowa and Isis were one of the lasts ones to rise and by the time they
entered the lobby, most of the crowd had left.
As Trowa headed toward the door, Isis grabbed his arm and asked "Do
you mind if we stay for awhile. I
want to congratulate Lita."
"Sure,
I'll wait." answered Trowa.
It
was at least twenty minutes before Lita walked into the lobby with her makeup
case and bag. She was fairly pretty
with short red hair and pale skin. She
looked different when she was on stage.
"Lita,"
Isis exclaimed as she ran to the older girl and gave her a hug,
"You did such a great job."
"Thanks
girl," said Lita, "And don't tell me. This is Trowa, right?"
"Yes.
Trowa, this is Lita Smalls. Lita,
This is Trowa Barton." Isis answered.
"Nice
to meet you and you did a great job." said Trowa.
"Thanks!"
Lita answered, "So Isis," Lita said as she faced her, "The
closing night party is going to be at Goatfeathers. Are you gonna come?"
"Do
you want to go, Trowa? We don't
have to if you don't want to." Isis
asked hoping he would say yes.
"Sure!
Why not?" he answered.
"Now Trowa! Watch out for this little firecracker. She's a WILD one at parties. " Lita said jokingly.
"Oh
shut up, Lita. So I like to have
fun." said Isis,
embarrassingly.
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When
they reached the small club, the party was already in full swing.
Everyone was bumping and grinding to the strong beat of the music.
Isis grabbed Trowa's hand and pulled him toward the bar.
"Hey
Trowa, do you want a Corona" yelled Isis, desperately trying to be heard
over the music.
"Sure."
answered Trowa loudly.
"Hey
Marcus!" Isis yelled at the
bartender. A black Rasta guy with
long dreadlocks turned around and smiled at Isis.
"What
can I do for you, darlin'?" said Marcus in a Jamaican accent.
"Can
I get two Coronas, please?"
"But
yer only sixteen, sweetpea. I can't
serve no drink to no sixteen year old."
Said the Rasta dude.
"Come
on Marc, please?" Isis asked
sweetly while smiling.
"Alright.
I can never say no to a pretty girl like you." said Marcus as he placed the two beer bottles on to the
counter.
"Thanks
Marc. I own you one." said Isis, "Here
you go, Trowa."
While
they were sitting at the bar, Lita and her boyfriend, Nathan, joined them.
"Hey
girl. Why aren't you out there dancin?" Lita asked.
"I
guess, I am just not up for it tonight." said Isis looking at Trowa.
"Oh
Nathan," said Lita, " This is Trowa, Isis' date."
"Well
pleased to meet ya, Trowa." said Nathan as he extended his arm.
"Pleased
to meet you too." answered Trowa as he shook hands with him.
"So
Trowa, do you live around here?" Lita asked.
"Well,
I live in the country-side."
"That's
cool. I love the country. It's
quiet, unlike Loudmouth Lita over here." Nathan said jokingly.
"You
little snot! I am going to get you
for this." Lita yelled. Isis
giggled at the comment. She
certainly found the word 'snot' in that sentence very hilarious, for some
reason.
After
short while of chatting with Lita and Nathan, an older Latino man approached
Isis.
"Mi
Beleza!" (1) the man said as he put his hand on Isis' shoulder.
She turned around and yelled "¡Aye Vanni! ¡Aterraste me!
¿Como via? (2)" as she greeted him by kissing both his cheeks. (3)
"Muito
bem.(4)" said the man, "¿E
quem é isto?" (5)
"Meu
AMIGO.(6)" she said as she
winked, "Trowa, this is my cousin, Giovanni.
Vanni, this is my date, Trowa. Giovanni
owns the place."
"It's
nice too meet you." said Trowa.
"The
pleasure is all mine." Giovanni answered, "So mi beleza, are you going
to bless us with your singing tonight."
"Sure, if Trowa doesn't mind staying with Lita and
Nathan for a couple minutes." She said sweetly looking at Trowa.
"I
don't mind at all. I would love to hear you sing." said Trowa.
"Well
beleza, If your going to sing you got to do it now. The party is dying down."
"Alright
Vanni, I'll go. Trowa, I'll sing two songs and come back. Oh, And keep your eyes
on the stage if ya wanna see me." She said giving Trowa a small peck on the
cheek.
"Ok,
I will." answered Trowa as she was walking off. It had been several minutes when the music stopped and
Giovanni enter onto the stage.
"Ladies
and Gentleman..." He started, "It is my pleasure to introduce one of
the best singers I have EVER come across. So
give a hand for my cousin, Isis Beckham!!"
Isis
walked out on stage while the crowd was cheering her on.
Her hair was put back into a high ponytail and you could see her face
(and eyes) better.
"Hey
everyone! How ya'll doing tonight?
Having fun? Well tonight, I am
going to start with an old song that some may know.
I'll be singing 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt."
She
signaled the DJ to start. The ska
tunes filled the room and when Isis opened her mouth, the lyrics flowed out like
a stream of emotions. Her voice was
so powerful and bold that it seemed to shake the entire room.
It was so hard to believe that such a voice came out of this sweet and
beautiful girl. The crowd seemed to
give her energy and strength. She
truly looked like a rock goddess. Trowa
was sucked in by her performance and was spit out when the song had finished.
Isis took a sip of water and tried to catch her breath before starting
the second song.
"How
ya like that one, huh?" She said as the crowd screamed for more,
"Well, I know I don't usually sing these, but this is a slow country song,
so all you couples can come out and dance.
It's a really old and some of you might not of heard it but it's
beautiful song and I would like to dedicate it to someone.
The song is ' Feels Like Home" by Randy Newman.
And Trowa, this is for you." Trowa's
green eyes widened with disbelief as she signaled the DJ and a piano started to
play.
"There's
something in you eyes, makes me wanna lose myself,
Makes
me wanna lose myself in your arms.
There's
something in your voice, makes by heart beat fast.
Hope
this feeling lasts the rest of my life.
If
you knew how lonely my life has been
And
how low I've felt for so long.
If
you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And
changed my life the way you've done.
Feels
like home to me.
Feels
like home to ME.
Feels
like I'm all the way back where I come from.
Feels
like home to me.
Feels
like home to ME.
Feels
like I'm all the way back where I come from."
She
couldn't finish the song because small, silvery tears fell from her beautiful
eyes. She told the crowd she
couldn't finish the song, thanked them for their time, and walked off stage,
wiping the glistening droplets from her eyes.
Trowa just stood there enthralled by the beautiful lyrics and the emotion
Isis filled them with. No one had
ever dedicated a song to him, let alone a song like that.
He was snapped out of his trance when Lita leaned over and whispered
"God! She must really like
you."
Trowa
was almost speechless when Isis returned. He
want to tell her he loved her and she was wonderful and she was beautiful but
the only he could say was: "Wow, that was great!"
"Thanks,"
Isis said as she looked at the ground shyly. He could tell she was blushing.
/I
can't believe this girl had the courage to go up on stage and declare her love
for me. She is so brave./
Isis
leaned over and whispered into Trowa’s ear: "Do you wanna go somewhere
where we can be alone?"
The
couple walked out of the club, got on Trowa's motorcycle, and sped off without a
destination.
(1):
Mi Beleza is Portuguese for my beautiful. It
is Giovanni's nickname for Isis.
(2):
¡Aye Vanni! ¡Aterraste me!
¿Como via? is Vanni. You
scared me. How are you?
(3):
A kiss on both cheeks is a Brazilian custom.
You do this when you greet someone or when you are leaving. This is not
incest.
(4):
Muito bem: very good
(5):
¿E quem é isto?: And who is this?
(6): Meu amigo: My 'friend'.