Arabic Radio
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2003 10:56 am
Arabic Radio
part one
I wanted to slaughter him. Slowly if you will- with a fork, no, a spoon. I probably would have if I didn?t have a lack of control over my nerves. My senses died and instead, I sat, like the dummy I was, and watched his lips mouth slowly, ?Break up.?
Ah, the ?b? word. ?Break up?? I heard myself repeat. I cringed at the pathetic waver my voice embodied. The man with a black heart only nodded and smiled grimly.
?Yes well, Relena you and I are very different people than we were. I just don?t see that our futures are compatible.? Oh that was a nice touch. Let?s just put the blame on the future. It?s future?s fault everyone. Not me, but the future. Not him, but, ??the future doesn?t hold much for us. I see as in two very different places.?
I gripped my spoon harder. ?And where is that exactly??
He shrugged, leaned back nonchalantly. ?I see myself working around the clock in the local emergency. No room for a family.? He means he only has time for promiscuous sex with no strings attached. Typical man. ?And I see you working non-profit doing what ?nonprofit?people?do.?
Ah, so this was his problem. I was non-profit. Not making payments on his luxurious car and yacht. I felt a wave of repulse hit me as he took a bite out of his gourmet hamburger. Didn?t he know what was in that stuff?
I raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off. ?So, you want someone who brings in as much as you do.? It wasn?t a question rather a mere fact. He had always held a grudge towards my work. Long lectures about finding a more suitable work weren?t uncommon after a tumble in the bed. I suppose it was his after-sex specialty.
?No, Relena,? He laughed rather uncomfortably. ?Money is not the issue.?
?But it bothers you that I make nothing.? I pointed up before taking a sip of the lukewarm coffee. ?You would have never broken up with me if I was still Vice Foreign Minister. You want a pretty girl, big reputation and a hefty wallet- isn?t that so??
?Well,? His voice indicated he was getting pushed. ?Yes if you have to know.? I smiled with satisfaction, letting the stale aftertaste of my coffee linger.
?I don?t believe working with charity, feeding the homeless, visiting sick patients is going to do anything for our future.? And back to the future. He was quite obsessed with it. Perhaps it was a good time we were breaking up now until?oh, the future.
?At least when you were Vice Foreign Minister you made a living. You?re no better than those people living on the streets. They live off of you and what you provide and you live off of me and what I provide.?
That hurt but I refused to let him see me down. ?Is there anything else??
He thought for a moment, a million things running through his mind I?m sure, but he settled on one. ?Yes. Yes there is. I?m tired of sharing you.?
What? ?What??
He was fully to his limit- his volume catching looks from surrounding tables. ?Yes. Sharing you with that damn Preventor. He?s constantly calling; he?s always at the house at unnatural hours. I would say your sleeping with him but he seems too much like a prick to bag you and come back.?
Now just let me say it was a natural reaction to take his cup of water and throw it in his face before slapping him?twice. Let me also tell you that the red shade that brushed his cheeks brought a sinful satisfaction to my very being. ?For your information, Heero Yuy doesn?t know the first thing about sleeping with someone. For all I know he?s non-sexual.? Let?s just say I had a lack of a comeback. ?But I never want to hear you speak about him that way again.?
Trying to regain his dignity, he used the folded napkin to the best of his ability to wipe off the remaining droplets. I wanted to smile at the pathetic scene but the words about my best friend kept my anger on flare.
He ran a hand through his black hair and let out a breath. ?We?re over. I want your things out of my apartment by Friday.? With that he abruptly stood up, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and left it on the table before exiting the small caf?. Through blurred eyes I watched the suit cross the street and make his way towards the hospital.
Funny how a doctor could eat meat and say he works to keep people healthy. I wanted to laugh but found the tears wouldn?t allow it.
*****
?Relena, I called you four times. I told you keep your cell on at all-? Heero stopped abruptly. I?m sure the image of me clad in tank and underwear with a bottle of red wine in one hand and pint of chocolate ice cream in the other, was the cause of his pause in speech. It wasn?t the first time he found me in this state.
He made his way through the random boxes half filled to my slumped frame on the bed. To my dismay he gently took the ice cream carton and spoon and sat it on the bed stand. He didn?t ask any questions, simply took me into his arms and allowed me to ruin his shirt with my smeared mascara.
He smelled of old spice and vanilla- a familiar smell that I found comforting. His hand rested on the slight arch of my back- soothing out the knots. Heero would be a great lover- for someone else I?m sure.After the war we went our separate ways before meeting up again during my retirement of office. He had been at my farewell party- commented on my lack of taste in dress- and offered to dance. I found him alluring. It would take a blind women to say he?s not handsome- but could a blind women resist the sensuous smell of spice and vanilla.
When I found my voice I decided to tell him what happen. ?He left me. Or rather, he wants me to leave him.? I tilted my head towards the mountain of brown boxes. Pulling out of grasp I felt the words of the conversation earlier that day provoke the same anger. Pacing around, I went off a stream of curses. ?He said he?s tired of providing for me. That our future?s aren?t compatible.? I threw my arms up. ?What, he now reads the future? And then,? I paused for effect, ?Then he has the nerve to say we?re sleeping together.? Heero raised his eyebrow at that. ?But then he says you?re too much of a prick to have anything more than a one night stand.?
I couldn?t help it but I slumped to the floor in defeat. ?And now he wants me out by Friday.?
?I have room.? Heero said calmly in normal drone of a voice. I knew he was being genuine.
?I would cramp your style.? I pointed out. ?You know, with all the girlfriends you have over.?
?All the more. I need a stable housewife while I sleep around.? It was just the way he said it, so factual, that it made me laugh. In return, Heero gave me a rare smile that made me believe things would be all right.
He pushed himself off the bed and slouched next to my limp form. ?Just don?t fall in love with me again.?
How dare he even assume that I would ever- ?Love you? Are you kidding? It was lust. All lust.? Right, lust. That?s the word. Again, he arched his eyebrow in doubt. ?Are you sure about this?? I wanted to change the subject.
He nodded and gently brushed a few loose strands behind my ear. ?I?ll go get the car.? He glanced down at my near naked state and smirked. ?You might want to cover up.?
I smiled despite the tears. ?Why? I?m all for charity.?
He grunted. ?I?m sure the man who works in the lobby would appreciate the view.?
With that, he was gone. I couldn?t deny it: I did have feelings for the pilot when I was younger. Would this move provoke the same feelings? The images of him pulling me against the wall in a heated kiss, his want grinding into my hip while his lips tortured the flesh under my ear- ?Relena.?
I blinked. ?Huh??
Heero stood with the door open. I couldn?t help but notice how the top of his shirt was unbuttoned to a dangerous degree. Nor the way his hair hung over his eyes, ?Let?s go.?
I sighed as I pulled up my skirt. He took the liberty to zip the back in a ?friendly? fashion. My throat felt dry. Maybe this wasn?t such a good thing.
part one
I wanted to slaughter him. Slowly if you will- with a fork, no, a spoon. I probably would have if I didn?t have a lack of control over my nerves. My senses died and instead, I sat, like the dummy I was, and watched his lips mouth slowly, ?Break up.?
Ah, the ?b? word. ?Break up?? I heard myself repeat. I cringed at the pathetic waver my voice embodied. The man with a black heart only nodded and smiled grimly.
?Yes well, Relena you and I are very different people than we were. I just don?t see that our futures are compatible.? Oh that was a nice touch. Let?s just put the blame on the future. It?s future?s fault everyone. Not me, but the future. Not him, but, ??the future doesn?t hold much for us. I see as in two very different places.?
I gripped my spoon harder. ?And where is that exactly??
He shrugged, leaned back nonchalantly. ?I see myself working around the clock in the local emergency. No room for a family.? He means he only has time for promiscuous sex with no strings attached. Typical man. ?And I see you working non-profit doing what ?nonprofit?people?do.?
Ah, so this was his problem. I was non-profit. Not making payments on his luxurious car and yacht. I felt a wave of repulse hit me as he took a bite out of his gourmet hamburger. Didn?t he know what was in that stuff?
I raised an eyebrow and shrugged it off. ?So, you want someone who brings in as much as you do.? It wasn?t a question rather a mere fact. He had always held a grudge towards my work. Long lectures about finding a more suitable work weren?t uncommon after a tumble in the bed. I suppose it was his after-sex specialty.
?No, Relena,? He laughed rather uncomfortably. ?Money is not the issue.?
?But it bothers you that I make nothing.? I pointed up before taking a sip of the lukewarm coffee. ?You would have never broken up with me if I was still Vice Foreign Minister. You want a pretty girl, big reputation and a hefty wallet- isn?t that so??
?Well,? His voice indicated he was getting pushed. ?Yes if you have to know.? I smiled with satisfaction, letting the stale aftertaste of my coffee linger.
?I don?t believe working with charity, feeding the homeless, visiting sick patients is going to do anything for our future.? And back to the future. He was quite obsessed with it. Perhaps it was a good time we were breaking up now until?oh, the future.
?At least when you were Vice Foreign Minister you made a living. You?re no better than those people living on the streets. They live off of you and what you provide and you live off of me and what I provide.?
That hurt but I refused to let him see me down. ?Is there anything else??
He thought for a moment, a million things running through his mind I?m sure, but he settled on one. ?Yes. Yes there is. I?m tired of sharing you.?
What? ?What??
He was fully to his limit- his volume catching looks from surrounding tables. ?Yes. Sharing you with that damn Preventor. He?s constantly calling; he?s always at the house at unnatural hours. I would say your sleeping with him but he seems too much like a prick to bag you and come back.?
Now just let me say it was a natural reaction to take his cup of water and throw it in his face before slapping him?twice. Let me also tell you that the red shade that brushed his cheeks brought a sinful satisfaction to my very being. ?For your information, Heero Yuy doesn?t know the first thing about sleeping with someone. For all I know he?s non-sexual.? Let?s just say I had a lack of a comeback. ?But I never want to hear you speak about him that way again.?
Trying to regain his dignity, he used the folded napkin to the best of his ability to wipe off the remaining droplets. I wanted to smile at the pathetic scene but the words about my best friend kept my anger on flare.
He ran a hand through his black hair and let out a breath. ?We?re over. I want your things out of my apartment by Friday.? With that he abruptly stood up, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and left it on the table before exiting the small caf?. Through blurred eyes I watched the suit cross the street and make his way towards the hospital.
Funny how a doctor could eat meat and say he works to keep people healthy. I wanted to laugh but found the tears wouldn?t allow it.
*****
?Relena, I called you four times. I told you keep your cell on at all-? Heero stopped abruptly. I?m sure the image of me clad in tank and underwear with a bottle of red wine in one hand and pint of chocolate ice cream in the other, was the cause of his pause in speech. It wasn?t the first time he found me in this state.
He made his way through the random boxes half filled to my slumped frame on the bed. To my dismay he gently took the ice cream carton and spoon and sat it on the bed stand. He didn?t ask any questions, simply took me into his arms and allowed me to ruin his shirt with my smeared mascara.
He smelled of old spice and vanilla- a familiar smell that I found comforting. His hand rested on the slight arch of my back- soothing out the knots. Heero would be a great lover- for someone else I?m sure.After the war we went our separate ways before meeting up again during my retirement of office. He had been at my farewell party- commented on my lack of taste in dress- and offered to dance. I found him alluring. It would take a blind women to say he?s not handsome- but could a blind women resist the sensuous smell of spice and vanilla.
When I found my voice I decided to tell him what happen. ?He left me. Or rather, he wants me to leave him.? I tilted my head towards the mountain of brown boxes. Pulling out of grasp I felt the words of the conversation earlier that day provoke the same anger. Pacing around, I went off a stream of curses. ?He said he?s tired of providing for me. That our future?s aren?t compatible.? I threw my arms up. ?What, he now reads the future? And then,? I paused for effect, ?Then he has the nerve to say we?re sleeping together.? Heero raised his eyebrow at that. ?But then he says you?re too much of a prick to have anything more than a one night stand.?
I couldn?t help it but I slumped to the floor in defeat. ?And now he wants me out by Friday.?
?I have room.? Heero said calmly in normal drone of a voice. I knew he was being genuine.
?I would cramp your style.? I pointed out. ?You know, with all the girlfriends you have over.?
?All the more. I need a stable housewife while I sleep around.? It was just the way he said it, so factual, that it made me laugh. In return, Heero gave me a rare smile that made me believe things would be all right.
He pushed himself off the bed and slouched next to my limp form. ?Just don?t fall in love with me again.?
How dare he even assume that I would ever- ?Love you? Are you kidding? It was lust. All lust.? Right, lust. That?s the word. Again, he arched his eyebrow in doubt. ?Are you sure about this?? I wanted to change the subject.
He nodded and gently brushed a few loose strands behind my ear. ?I?ll go get the car.? He glanced down at my near naked state and smirked. ?You might want to cover up.?
I smiled despite the tears. ?Why? I?m all for charity.?
He grunted. ?I?m sure the man who works in the lobby would appreciate the view.?
With that, he was gone. I couldn?t deny it: I did have feelings for the pilot when I was younger. Would this move provoke the same feelings? The images of him pulling me against the wall in a heated kiss, his want grinding into my hip while his lips tortured the flesh under my ear- ?Relena.?
I blinked. ?Huh??
Heero stood with the door open. I couldn?t help but notice how the top of his shirt was unbuttoned to a dangerous degree. Nor the way his hair hung over his eyes, ?Let?s go.?
I sighed as I pulled up my skirt. He took the liberty to zip the back in a ?friendly? fashion. My throat felt dry. Maybe this wasn?t such a good thing.
