Rating: PG (at the moment)
Warnings: OOCness, language
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
The Wet Carpet
PART ONE
Heero sighed deeply, his eyes flickering in and out of the scenery, not taking in any of the "beauty" of it all. He was at work; pleasure would come later. No, taking a peek at Relena would do no harm though because she was his job; her beauty did not count. He was currently her bodyguard, having been demoted by Une. The dark-haired pilot had the stinking suspicion that he and his current employer were being "set up" by their so-called friends for more "personal time." That didn't matter, though. What mattered was that she was safe. That was his job, after all.
Heero sighed again, his eyes studying her European features. Not that he actually had to look at her to call up a mental picture? She glanced back, her face drawn into a serious look of consideration as she tucked an unruly strand of blonde hair behind her small ear. Her gaze flickered over his face and then away again as she spoke in meaningless phrases to the director of the non-profit association they were currently surveying.
The young politician had donated a large sum of money to the association (it had something to do with starving children, Heero noted) and they had invited her to visit the new facilities being built as a result of Relena's charity. Relena, in spite of Heero's disapproval, accepted, saying that she needed "to get out anyway."
There were two people currently giving them a tour of the building in construction, a young woman, and a young man. Heero did not like the way the man was watching Relena so openly, and he shot the trespasser a trademark death glare. The man blanched and shuffled back a few steps. Much better. The woman was of no threat, unless she was lesbian, but that was doubtful, as she was standing between the man and Relena, shooting the former glares of her own. Heero smirked, his eyes stopping their swiveling as they rested on his employer's face.
Relena's gaze lingered over his features for a moment, and she smiled faintly at him (only him) before her face swirled into sharp lines of shock as a loud crash of the construction work surprised them all (Heero only grunted), and they jumped visibly. The bodyguard took one step closer to stand between Relena and the man, who was again watching her a little too closely, and he let out a grunt in surprise as something tripped him.
Heero Yuy never tripped. Heero Yuy never fell. Heero Yuy never fell flat on his face. Ouch. That hurt. That hurt pride and body. With a mouthful of sawdust, the ex-Gundam Pilot was beginning to rise, and he smirked inwardly as he heard Relena's concerned words.
"Oh, you poor baby, you. The mean man tripped right over you, didn't he? He hurt you, and he didn't even say he was sorry."
What? Okay, definitely something that did not apply to his current situation. Heero crouched, on all fours, his gaze slowly traveling upward to find the blonde woman in question. Much to his surprise, she was not standing over him, dusting off his suit, murmuring soft meaningless phrases on his behalf, but instead, five meters away (definitely too far!), clutching something dirty and hairy to her white uniform. Relena never got her uniform dirty.
The look on Heero's face would have sent Duo Maxwell to the moon. He was totally flabbergasted, his pride wounded, his employer, usually so caring about his own fate, was talking in such soothing tones, meant for him, to a dirty carpet?!! Only to shock him further (and open his mouth a little wider), she sent him a glare.
"That mean man hurt you, didn't he? My poor baby. We'll make sure that you don't get hurt by the mean man anymore, 'cause then I'll hurt the mean man. Okay? Yes, that's right." Relena cut a comical figure as she clutched the large, wet, dirty, orange and white striped piece of carpet to her chest. The carpet, for its part, glared from her arms at Heero with large green eyes.
Heero blinked, his mouth shutting with a snap. Huh. He hurt the wet carpet? No, the wet carpet tripped him. Heero sent the wet carpet a glare, and the carpet only burrowed deeper into Relena's arms, sending a look of scorn in his direction.
Right then, Heero knew what to do. The wet carpet deserved death for lying to content in her arms, where he belonged. The wet carpet deserved pain for wounding his pride. The wet carpet was a beast so foul, it deserved to live in the darkest, dankest place in the colonies. The wet carpet was the enemy. More so, the wet carpet was Heero Yuy's enemy, and Heero Yuy's enemies did not win. Ever.
To be continued...
Please, R&R for my self-esteem. It's the first time I've ever posted anything, so i hope it's not too bad.
