DISCLAIMER: Same as on
chapter one!
Be My (a Day created by a Card
Company)
Chapter 2: It’s ________ Day! (Must
not say it!)
By: J.B. Santiago
- L2 – 10:13am 14th of
February A.C. 201
A dozen long stemmed red roses were
being sold to a very relieved man (who obviously forgot it was Valentine’s Day)
on the street by one dark haired, blue eyed lady who passers-by correctly
guessed was selling her ex-lover’s belongings. Hilde Scheibker smiled
tightly at the man as others went through Duo’s clothes she had haphazardly
placed in boxes with monetary signs on all of them. She had gotten the
idea of selling all his stuff when a neighbours kid took the basketball she had
kicked on the road. She had stalked inside grabbing anything of her boyfriend’s
– EX-boyfriend now – belongings and threw them outside into boxes. This
was her revenge! Served him right! She couldn’t believe him. The nerve of
him! First he sends her flowers, which she thought ‘yes, he remembers
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow!’ then she gets a PRE-RECORDED message on the
vid-phone where he tries to explain to her that he wont be able to make it on
Valentine’s Day. The nerve! A mission my foot! She could not
believe him. She had forgiven him when he had forgotten her
birthday. She had forgiven him when he blew up her kitchen trying to cook
her ‘something special’ to make up for his bad memory. She had pretended
to like his Christmas present of a burnt out, salvaged piece of mobile
suit. She ignored his embarrassing drunken behaviour at the New Year’s
Party at Relena’s. But she would NOT forgive him for this! One day,
was it too much to ask? One day where he would give her flowers; feed her
chocolate and strawberries with whipped cream and shower her with lavish love
and attention. Was that so much to ask? Hilde leaned on back on the
lawn chair. He was adorable when he did try please her. She loved
the way his eyes would light up when she laughed at his jokes and – Hilde shook
her head. No. NO. I am NOT letting him get to me again!
I’ve been treated second for far too long! Her determination back
on track again she continued to sell his belongings. BEEP.
BEEP. Maybe that’s him! Hilde quickly shook her happy expression
off her face. Well if it was then he’s going to get it! She found
the vid-phone under a pile of his clothes and put on her best angry face.
She pressed ‘on’.
“Hello Hilde.” A grave voice
greeted.
“Lady Une! What a
surprise. Is anything wrong?” Hilde tried to ignore the fluttering
in her stomach as she asked the question.
“No, nothing wrong, its just that I
heard about what happened with you and Duo and were wondering if you would like
to join Sally, Relena, Dorothy and I on a little bar-hopping.” Lady Une
smiled politely at Hilde, who seemed surprised at the request.
After a moment of thought she
nodded. “Why not? I’d rather spend Valentine’s Day with you guys,
anyway. Where and when? I think I’ll be able to get there in a few
hours. I’ve been meaning to go to Earth for more salvaged parts anyway.”
Hilde smiled, that way it would be a business trip she could write off on tax!
“Great! Get to Preventer HQ
around 7:00pm and a Preventer will drive you to the Grand Hyatt. Just
tell the concierge who you are and they’ll escort you up.”
Hilde nodded again. “Great,
see you then.” Lady Une nodded back and disconnected. A tiny smile
crawled onto Hilde’s face. She knew exactly what to wear. She had
been saving it for Duo but now she would find someone else who appreciated her.
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- Earth – 10:45am 14th of
February A.C. 201
A loud thud was heard in the
apartment below Wufei’s. A middle-aged woman grabbed her broom and poked
the ceiling, loudly. Wufei swore under his breath. “Shut up, onna!”
He yelled at the floor.
Cursing under his breath he
continued to type on his computer. He had been working for hours on
trying to find out who had sent that blasted e-mail but he still hadn’t found
the sender. The red envelope, with pink hearts all over it stared up
superiorly at him. “Argh!” He slammed his hand on his worktable
again, causing everything to jump and making the lady downstairs bang on her
ceiling again. He gritted his teeth and tried to decode the e-mail
again. Half an hour passed and Wufei stood up suddenly. “Yes!
I’ve got you! Justice is served!” He pressed the enter button and
the sender’s e-mail come up. Minutes passed as Wufei stared incredulously
at the e-mail address: SPo@preventers.org. Sally?! Sally had sent
him that e-mail?! He stared at the red envelope. Wufei snatched it
up, bringing it up to the light. He could see traces of writing.
Ripping it open he roughly took out the red paper inside.
“Meet me at Chez Martius at
8pm. Your secret admirer.” Wufei read the small note and snorted.
Did Sally really think he wouldn’t know it was her? He scoffed at the
thought. “Ok, onna. I’ll go to this place and show you can’t beat
Chang Wufei.” He smirked, shut down his laptop and headed to his
bedroom. He had a lot of planning to do. That onna thinks she can
outsmart me, Ha!
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- L3 – 4:00pm 14th of
February A.C. 201
4pm and Cathie wasn’t back
yet. Where was she? Trowa kept glancing at his sister’s
trailer. It wasn’t like her to not leave a message. In a few hours
he was going to surprise her with dinner on one of the most sought after
restaurants in L3. If she ever got back. Trowa stood up from his couch.
Sitting there worrying, wasn’t going to help. He walked out of his
trailer on the way to the lion’s pens when he heard his vid-phone
beeping. Dashing back into his trailer in a very un-Trowa like way he
pressed the ‘on’ button.
“Hi Trowa!” Cathie smiled and
waved to her brother.
“Cathie,” relief evident in his
voice.
“Sorry for worrying you,
Trowa. I lost track of time! But don’t worry, I’ll be able to go to
the restaurant.” Cathie placed a hand over her mouth when she realised
what she had just said.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. “You
knew?”
Cathie looked at him
sheepishly. “I overheard you talking on the vid-phone. It’s really
sweet of you.” She smiled at him apologetically.
He nodded. “That’s ok.
When will you be back?”
“Well, how about I meet you at the
restaurant? I have a few more things to do here and I’ll just meet you
there, ok? 7:30pm, right?”
Trowa nodded in agreement.
“Ok. That’s fine.”
“Thanks Trowa, you’re the best,
really! Oh! And Happy Valentine’s Day!” Cathie smiled and waved
goodbye before closing the connection. Trowa sighed inwardly. Might
as well do Cathie’s chores for today then.
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- Earth – 4:12pm 14th of
February A.C. 201
“Happy Valentine’s Day to me, Happy
Valentine’s Day to me…” Relena slurred, her drink spilling as she tilted it to
an angle. The bartender at the Hotel Ibiza stared at her but didn’t say
anything. He saw this happen all the time. Relena blinked as she
saw stars again. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to keep drinking those
drinks that came in coconuts with cute little rainbow umbrellas. Relena
burped. Oops. Maybe she should stop drinking them…THUD. Her
head landed hard on the bar. She didn’t feel it since she had passed out
before her head reached the bar. The bartender checked her pulse and went
to the backroom to dial security.
“Hello. Bill? I have a
1O2...Yeah, third one today. Ok.” The bartender hung up and went back to
the bar. The woman was gone. “What the - ” He checked the ground
thinking she might have slipped and fallen. Nothing. Where’d she
go? Shaking his head he headed back to the backroom to call off
security. He didn’t notice a block car, speed past the windows, being
driven by a man with wild brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
The car parked on a ‘no parking’
spot at the airport. The man carried his intoxicated passenger in a
fireman’s carry.
“Sir, the jet is ready for take
off.” A man in a Preventer uniform saluted his superior.
“Hn.” The man went straight to the
tarmac and boarded the jet, still carrying Relena. He placed her in the
comfortable, plush airplane seat and shook his head at his still sleeping
companion. Why do you have to be so difficult, Relena? Shaking his
head again, a small smile played on his lips as he watched her sleep.
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- Somewhere in space –
4:20pm 14th of February A.C. 201
She could see the resource
satellite through the shuttle window. It looked your average resource
satellite; a masterpiece of human technology some said. To Dorothy it
reminded her of a dinky, third-rate sci-fi toy.
“We’ll be landing in a few minutes,
Miss Dorothy.” Quatre Winner smiled at her warmly.
She turned to him, not bothering to
hide the sarcastic tone, “Oh, really. I didn’t notice, Mr Winner.”
Quatre blushed and his smile
lessened a tiny bit causing Dorothy to look out her window again. C’mon
Dorothy. He IS going to help you get your God forsaken cousin out of
jail. Try not to have the urge to stab him. She stole a glance at
the person sitting next to her. Over the years, he had just gotten more
beautiful. More angelic if that was possible. Dorothy turned back
to her window, refraining from snorting at the thought. He had been
completely willing to help her when she had called…
Earlier that
day…(9:30am)
Quatre signed another stack of
papers and placed it in the outbox tray. He sighed as he grabbed another
stack of papers from the inbox tray and began signing those too.
Beep. Beep. He pressed the ‘on’ button in relief, anything to stop
him doing such a tedious task.
His secretary came up on
screen. “Mr Winner, a Ms Dorothy Catalonia is on the line.”
“Really?!…I mean put her through,
Ms Demas. Thank you.” Quatre straightened his red tie with pink hearts
all over it (a gift from one of his many sisters) and made sure his face wasn’t
an imitation of a red tomato at his surprised outburst.
“Hello Mr Winner.”
Quatre smiled at the blond woman on
the screen. “Hello Miss Dorothy. It’s been too long. How have you
been? Can I help you with anything?” He couldn’t help but ramble on when
he talked to her.
Dorothy just smirked and replied,
“I’ve been fine. However, a relation of mine needs your help.” She rolled
her eyes, showing Quatre that she didn’t really want to be talking to him about
this.
“Sure. We are friends,
ne? What do they need help on?”
She paused for dramatic effect,
seemingly fighting with herself to tell him or not. Sighing, her eyes
travelled upwards and around. “My cousin it seems has landed in jail.”
Quatre ‘oohhed’, before Dorothy continued, “and she seems to have been arrested
on one of your resource satellites for being a corporate spy. Now you may
not believe me but this has been a grave misunderstanding as my cousin is too…”
Dorothy trailed off before finding the right word to describe her wayward
cousin, “…light-headed. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time and
as you own the satellite, I was hoping you could clear up this little
misdemeanour.”
Quatre stared at her thoughtfully
for a few minutes. Of course he would help her. It was in his
nature to help as many people he could but…his business mind saw that in the
end he didn’t really get anything from helping Dorothy. Maybe her
gratitude and that was nice but…
“Of course I’ll help. I’ll
leave as soon as you get here.” He smiled sweetly at her astonished face.
Dorothy quickly calmed her features
before asking, “I’m to go with you? There isn’t any reason for me to go.”
His smile just got brighter.
“Reason? This is your cousin; I might accidentally release someone
else. Besides, I’m sure she’ll want to go home to Earth straight away…”
Back on the shuttle…(4:24pm)
“Shall we go, now?” Quatre
asked her, offering his hand.
Dorothy snapped out of her thoughts
and stood up, ignoring Quatre’s hand. “Yes, lets go now.” Dorothy
stalked past him. When she got her hands on that air-headed cousin of
hers…Although a tiny voice in her head said that she wouldn’t want to be
anywhere else but next to a certain blond man.
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