A kiss at the end of the rainbow [Ch.3]

[Calla Lily]

A/N: Whoa, and I bet you thought this story was forgotten. Well, I have thwarted you all. Begone, Writer's Block, begone! Muhahahaha.

<a href="http://blissfulignorance.com/phpBB/view ... 9">Chapter One: The Treize Kushrenada Tribute</a>
<a href="http://blissfulignorance.com/phpBB/view ... 2">Chapter Two: Enter the Musicians</a>


Chapter Three: Reunited
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[at Relena Peacecraft's resident home, in the gardens]

Heero: [is hassling the video crew and everyone else in-between] Is everything ready, no problems, is the camera on? What about the lighting, you don't want to make Relena more paler than she is. Stop staring at me, look at your cameras, damnit. [is repeatedly running his hands through his already messy bangs]

Relena: [sitting on old tire swing by a giant willow tree] I have no comment at the moment. Except that someone needs to calm down.

Heero: You tell that to the rest of the crew, they've done nothing but follow us all day. Stalkers, that's what they are. [leans against the tree and crosses his arms in disdain]

Relena: [starts to swing back and forth in a calm, collected manner] Please pay no attention to him, sometimes in his old age he forgets what's its like to have cameras surrounding you.

How am I feeling? A little unnerved as well but then again, everything became relatively quiet when the bands broke up. Do I remember it well?

Of course I do, it was one tragedy after another, a domino effect of the sorts where duos just split and bands just evaporated and everything went to the leather jackets and mullets and really left no place for us to go anymore. So we did what others had done before us.

Heero: We moved on and went our separate ways. [walks over to where Relena is and starts pushing her on the swing] One of the biggest headlines that day was when The Maganacs separated officially.

There had been rising tension between Catherine Bloom and Hilde Schbeiker, they didn't agree with the songs the band was playing and well, they ended up like us.

Relena: [looks up at Heero] You make it sound as if we were the enemy, Heero. There were good times too, remember?

Heero: I remember. What? You don't? Hn, then I'll tell you about it, the first time we met. We were only fifteen years old at the time.

Relena: Come to think of it, the whole scenario wasn't that romantic at all, he had gotten himself badly beaten up. [for some unknown reason, she's trying to hide a smile and fails miserably. Heero notices but continues to push her as she swings.]

Heero: What's so amusing, Relena? I bet you want to know too, huh? Well, I was almost defeated when I was protecting her honour from a braided idiot.

Relena: He said his name was Duo Maxwell. Yes, the same Duo Maxwell of the Gundam Barbershop Quartet. You must remember their names... they were Duo, Trowa Barton, Quatre R. Winner, and Wufei Chang. Quite a quartet they were, great harmonies and fantastic songs.

Where were we? Duo? Okay. My minds tends to wander once in a while. [she coughs discreetly and Heero suddenly stops staring down at her] Mr. Maxwell accused my partner of being the bad guy in the whole situation.

Heero: It was during her birthday and she had gone to the public swimming pool to celebrate.

Relena: I had just gotten at the main pool area when it happened.

Heero: Yes, she was. Me? At the diving board, the topmost one that reached the sky. Stop gaping at me, you there with the camera, I'm not only a singer but a poet, don't you know? [camera zooms in and focuses on the trademark death glare]

Relena: Walking along the shallow end of the pool and about to dip my toes into the water -

Heero: When out from nowhere, these four other guys climb onto the platform the same time as me and dive-bombed off, screaming and yelling and making a noise.

Someone tried to assassinate me because I was also pushed off. I fell and hit the water so hard on a belly-flop you'd swear I had self-destructed.

Relena: I saw him falling and he looked like a shooting star from where I stood. Alarmed, I ran to the deck to where he washed up - on one of those fake tidal pools - the ones with the brown sand that squishes between your toes. Heero seemed to be unconscious then his eyes just snapped open. Freakish, if you ask me.

Heero: [to Relena] Thanks, sweetheart. [to camera] You want to know what I said?

Relena: [makes quotations marks in the air with her fingers] "...omoe ou kosoru..."

Heero: [his face is in a noticable frown] I do not get rescued.

Relena: So I slapped him in the face before attempting to lift him up. He may not look it, but Heero's heavy.

Heero: All semblence of pride and honour gone, just like that, and too stubborn to let someone else help him. Got up, my stomach bright red, and hobbled away.

Relena: And still stubborn... but he wore dark green surfer shorts. Very tight. Did I mention he was wet? Well, of course he was wet from the botched dive. Clung to him like spandex. [gets an odd look in her eyes. Heero decides to resume his job of pushing Relena on the tire swing.]

Whoa! Any girl would have followed him like a puppy. I had a reason, he was hurt so I called out for the lifeguard. You might have heard of her, the former swimming Olympic Champion, Sally Po.

Heero: Took one look at my abs and freaked.

Relena: She was trying to help you but Mr. Spandex here ran like the boonies.

Heero: [to his partner] Relena, I've never heard you say that before, you need to spend less time with your brother and his insane vocabulary.

It's not natural to dress up in leather boots and a mask when it's not Halloween, and Zechs Marquise does it almost every week. With a different wig. Must be trying to relive his hippie days.

Relena: ... So Heero ran away from us.... and slipped on a stray inner tube.

Heero: Knocked out flat, I'm going to maim the person who planted it there, safety first you idiots. That's how civilians get hurt. [a furious fire starts to blaze in his eyes they calms down] Sally Po finally caught up and took me to first aid, Relena went with me.

Relena: After talking to Sally Po, she recognized me for who I was and then asked who "he" was.

Heero: She misinterpreted what Relena said and word got out that we were starting a singing duet, all we needed was a manager.

Meanwhile in the nurse's room they had me strapped to a table with IV's and a monitor and everything. Bad treatment, I say, I became their guinea pig.

Relena: [throws her hands to her face] It was a balloon, Heero, a get-well balloon tied to your wrist!

Heero: [points indignantly to Relena] See how she lies to her own partner.

Relena: Remind me again why we argued?

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[in the karaoke room, Duo Maxwell is holding a styrofoam cup with unknown substance in one hand, and a microphone in the other]

Duo: [notices the wary look on the camera crew] Want a sip? It's Hilde's awesome hot chocolate. Yes, in March, it's chilly out there.

Oh, Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft? Perfect Musician Dude and his Dudette, I knew them all right, we met again just before they signed up with Zechs and Treise's Tall Geese independant label.

What an idiot that boy was, didn't realize that my braid had hit him in the face that time he was on the diving board. He was the New Guy there, the rest of us [referring to the quartet] were regulars at the public pool, and Relena was too. Yuy threatened to saw my braid off when he found out.

The Gundam Barbershop Quartet - my fondest memory of those days, that was the group I belong to. Wufei's woman, Meiran Chang, she was one heck of a lady, I tell ya. Kinda tomboyish, but knew what she was doing, especially when it came to Wufei.

No, it wasn't her fault that she broke up the band, nothing like the Beatles*, we just found that we had different ways to go and that was it. Once the revolution had quietened, Quatre went to start The Maganacs with Trowa as one of the producers and I found Hilde Schbeiker on one of stagecrews that we were traveling with. She later joined with Catherine Barton but that didn't end so good.

How's life treating me now? Fine and dandy, nope, people don't really say things like that anymore, do they? Yeah, I tried to make a revival with the black leather pants and jacket, and I looked damn good in it. But nothing beats the old days. [cell phone goes off, beeping to the melody of the "William Tell Overtune"]

Heh, can't beat the sound, gotta go office calling me, looks like a meeting is going down upstairs.

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[At the end of the day's filming rotation. Heero and Relena are recling on a couch, the interviewer mentally refers to it as a 'loveseat' but the two continue to deny such things. And yet, Relena is quite comfortable with Heero's arm around her shoulders. Egads.]

Relena: [leaning against someone's shoulder] My father was unfortunately away touring the Colonies and was obliged to attend a benefit concert for united peace. I got a call that morning saying that when he came back two days later, he's make it all up to me and my mother.

It's hard being the daughter of a mainstream musician, he's always leaving home, spending holidays somewhere else. My mother didn't like to travel much but I went with him sometimes. Visited Mars twice, I really liked it there.

Heero: So on her birthday, some kid asked her to perform a little concert for a group of children. Really embarassing for her, she told me later, unsure of her talent which she wasn't aware of.

They gave her one of those special party rooms, the ones with the glass walls, and gave her a guitar. Petrified? That's not the word, she was scared to the bone and I was there to re-set it. The first time we sang together.

Relena: Please, you don't have to be so descriptive. [turns back to camera] I really only knew the harp and the piano but I studied other instruments too. Anyways, we sang several kid classics such as Puff, the Magic Dragon and A Bicycle Build for Two. Before you know it, more children came, bringing their friends, siblings, parents, you name it.

[yawns discreetly] Sorry, oh - we're at the end now? Well, goodnight to you all. [she seems to have dozed off on Heero's shoulder already]

Heero: [pulls a nearby blanket over Relena and whispers] You'll be at the band meeting tomorrow morning, the majority of the old crew will be there. Me and my girl? Nothing more to tell, that was the beginning of us.

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A/N: * I do not own the Beatles nor the William Tell Overtune

[Morrighan]

Ooh.... He-he-he... Oh they're in denial all right.

OMG, I <i>LOVED</i> the spandex gag. Sooo hilarious!! *coughs loudly* Bad choice swimwear, Heero, considering they don't leave much to the imagination.... *cough, cough*



Can't wait to see more, Lu!

[Andrea]

Ooh! This is so original! Like the humor, it's so... smooth and subtle. The transition between the dialogues is great, and the characterizations, me love. ^^!

We just wished we owned the Beatles...

[Calla Lily]

Thank you so much Morri and Andrea! And here's me fretting about the fic, hope it was worth the wait.

And if you like this fic, I'd suggest watching the actual mockumentary, "A Mighty Wind", but even better than that is "Waiting for Guffman" and/or "Best in Show" - instead focusing on a musical performance, the latter focuses on those high-profile dog breed competitions. Had me in stitches.

Kudos to The Beatles and Queen,
~Calla.