The Sun You Seek

Chapter 3

All that had happened a year and a half ago. A year and a half in which Hilde didn’t know how many times she and Heero had gotten drunk together. They weren’t alcoholics, they didn’t do it everyday, but sometimes it was just hard to remember everything that had happened without having the urge to totally forget about it. It sure beat getting drunk by yourself. At least together they could watch out for each other. It wasn’t like that was the only thing they did together. Sometimes they would meet for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Hilde sighed. They had been spending a lot of time together, most of the time he spent the night at her house, on the couch. Neither one of them could stomach to the thought of sleeping in what used to be Hilde’s and Duo’s room. She hadn’t changed it at all. The big bed still sat there, nothing had changed. She only went in there to clean and open the window once a week. She would never sleep in there again. The guest bedroom for ever.

Hilde was getting ready for her next shoot. She worked as a model for a magazine company. She didn’t have to work, the scrapy ard gave her enough money but she liked doing something besides sitting somewhere thinking about Duo. And she couldn’t model professionally, she wasn’t tall enough, but his way she did something she liked. And it helped her to know that other men thought she was pretty and to know that that wasn’t the reason Duo had left her. Far from it, Heero had said one night when they were having dinner in his apartment. ‘You got a nice butt, nice boobs, I guess,’ said Heero jokingly. She had punched him in the arm, lightly, for that one. ‘And you got a pretty face.’

‘Gee, thanks, you sound like a mom telling her daughter that she’s not ugly,’ she had said.

‘But I’m not your mom and I’m telling you the truth,’ he’d shot back with a surprisingly sexy smile.

That was the first time that they fallen in bed together. They weren’t anything, or anybody to each other. Just some friends who met now and then, had dinner, and if the mood struck they had sex. It had not been awkward, for a strange reason, the next morning. They just got up, said good morning and went about their business. They didn’t’ have any feelings for each other, all they felt was friendship. Whey did they do this? One: because they didn’t want to have sex with some stranger, a stranger who might want emotional attachment afterwards and Two: because it was good. Plain and simple.

Neither of them could forget their loved ones. Loved ones that had fallen for each other. And who knew if they were still together. Misery loved company, and Heero and Hilde were miserable together.

Hilde adjusted her bikini top one last time and walked out into the sunlight. She wondered what kind of shots they were going to do. They were at the beach in California... on earth. The girls were changing from bikinis to ball gowns. Yep, the glamour of modeling.

“Hilde?” she heard a male voice ask behind her.

She turned around and came face to face with Heero. “Heero, what are you doing here?” she asked, truly surprised.

“I’m freelancing, remember? I’m a photographer,” he said rolling his eyes. “They said they were short and they needed someone good.”

“You’re so modest,” she said rolling her eyes back at him. “Let’s start, it’s hot out here and it’s sunny. Not a good combination for a pale girl from L2 like me!”

*~*~*~*

The phone rang in Hilde’s hotel room. She opened one of her eyes and read the face of the digital clock on her bedside table. 9:20 a.m. Too early to get up. “Who the hell is calling at his friggin’ hour?” asked an irritated Heero on the other side of the bed.

“I ‘on’t know,” mumbled Hilde into the pillow. “Answer it so it’s stops, though,” she said a little more clearly.

“Hello?” he barked sleepily into the phone.

“Heero?” said a man’s voice. “What are you doing there?”

“Who the hell is this?” answered Heero, sitting up from the bed.

“It’s Duo.”

“What the hell do you want?” he asked angrily.

The line was quiet for a few seconds before Duo replied, “I need to talk to Hilde. It’s about--”

“Hold on,” he said interrupting him. Shaking Hilde’s shoulder he said, “Hey, get up, it’s for you.”

“Who is it?” Duo heard Hilde ask in a sleepy voice. They were sleeping together! Heero was in Hilde’s hotel room at 9 in the morning and they had both been asleep!

“Hello?”

“Hilde, it’s Duo. I need to talk to you, can you meet me today?”

There was an audible sigh from Hilde’s end of the line. “Why?”

“It’s about the scrap yard. I want know--”

“I thought we could go on as it was before. I don’t want to see you,” she told him.

“There’s something--” he started but he was interrupted by the person on the other line.

“Tell me when and where,” Heero, who had obviously taken the phone from Hilde said.

“The restaurant of Hil-- your hotel. In two hours?”

“Fine,” he said and hung up.

Duo sighed. Then he frowned. Why was Heero in Hilde’s hotel room? And obviously sleeping in her bed... with her!? ‘Non of your business Maxwell, it stopped being your business a long time ago.’ But why was a heavy weight settling in his chest?



tbc...


AN: I don’t know what to write...