Hiiro
turned around, and when he felt Serena’s small arms wrap tightly around
his waist and her head lean against his back gently, he started the engine. She
was so warm, so sweet, and so hot-tempered. A true oxymoron in a world of
irony- he reveled in the challenge she presented. Would he ever be able to make
her care for him? Would he ever be able to make her see that there was more to
him than his mercenary past? Perhaps. It would take a great deal of work and
determination, but he was resolved that one day she would love him the way he
did her.
It
only took him a half hour at top speed to get back into the city, and only five
more minutes to get to their street. As Hiiro pulled up to the curve and
parked, he sat very still while Serena climbed off the back. But when she stood
on the curb, staring at him, he cracked under the pressure.
“You
coming to work tomorrow?” He asked.
“Late.”
“Visiting?”
“Yes.”
“Ride?”
“No.”
“Cab?”
“Yes.”
“Hnn.”
“I
hate you.”
“I
know.” She threw her arms up in frustration.
“I
just don’t understand you!” She yelled.
“You
hate me, why would you want to understand me? It might change your mind if you
did.” He smirked lightly at her.
“I
won’t be changing my mind anytime soon. But I would like to think I
understood my darn fiancé!”
“I’ve
known Quatre for nearly seven years, and he still doesn’t understand me.
You still want to try?”
“Yes.”
His eyebrows rose. She was willing to try and understand him? It would never
really happen, he knew. But he wanted to think she might be able to.
“Alright.
What do you want to understand first?”
“Why
you think you can park your motorcycle outside on the curb in the middle of a
city. Aren’t you afraid it will get stolen?”
“I
have tracking signal placed on it.”
“So
you think you’ll just track it down?”
“Or
self destruct it. Either way.” He smirked at her horrified expression.
“There is no self destruction button.”
“You
were joking?” Her eyes widened. “You have a terrible sense of
humor.”
“Too
bad you didn’t know me three years ago.”
“Why’s
that?”
“Back
then I had no sense of humor.”
“Ha,
ha, ha.” She mocked him. “And you’re so funny now…”
“Ask
Relena and Quatre.”
“I
will.”
“Good.”
Silence. Hiiro inwardly sighed. What did one say to a girl?
“Well?”
“Well
what?”
“Now
would be the appropriate time for you to either invite me for dinner, or a meal
tomorrow, or invite me up for coffee or tea, or something.” She informed him.
“I
didn’t know. I’m sorry. Why don’t you pick from all those
things you just said I should do which one you want me to do?” Hiiro
quite enjoyed her face going brilliant red.
“I
hate you!”
“I
know.”
“Fine.
Lunch, at your place, tomorrow.” She told him hastily. “Bye
then!” She left before he could object.
“But…”
Hiiro was left on the street watching her run into her apartment building. Had
she just invited herself over? For lunch? Tomorrow? Simply smashing! Nothing
like the present to do a little cleaning- oh, and he might have to finish
unpacking those moving boxes… *
~~~Anyone ever seen/read Who’s Afraid of Vriginia Wolf? It’s the dysfunctional cycle come back to haunt you! Lol. PLEAZ REVIEW! Much love- Vixen ~~~