Chapter 8 Hairy Hindrance

Disclaimer: Ain’t happening. Despite my dreams of owing Gundam Wing and being rich. I don’t…

Noin continued to stare out the window mesmerized by the droplets of rain that ran down the slick surface of the tinted glass. Her fingertip traced the path of a large droplet. Minutes earlier it had joined with a smaller droplet that was just sitting on the glass. Not even water could defy the law of gravity and it had been pulled down leaving a trail of miniscule water molecules in its wake. Just before it reached the windowsill, the two droplets separated. One plummeting down to the sill while the other just sat there, alone and rejected. She traced the lonely raindrop wondering which person it signified. Her or Zechs. If she left she’d be one abandoning him but would he just sit there or come after her.

"I’ve waited for him. Believed in him, but will he just give me up? Would he just let me go or just forget about me?" As she watched another droplet crashed into the rejected one. They immediately joined together forming a larger raindrop before plummeting toward the sill. "Or find someone else. Someone he actually loves…" She thought out loud. At that moment, a large gray blurred blob stopped in front of the house and two forms climbed out. Even though the two shapes were hard to make out, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Sally was one of them.

Catherine nodded at the attentive waiter as she handed over her menu. "That will be all." She answered as she unwrapped the soft sea green napkin that concealed her silverware. Her fingers strayed to the steak knife, instinctively testing the weight and calculating the angle in which it should be thrown for the most effectiveness. She had a table in the back corner of the restaurant and the chair in front of her could only be pulled out a few inches before it hit the pastel wall.

One of the advantages of this table was she could view almost the entire restaurant from her seat, an added incentive since she had no idea when Trowa would pay her a visit. A tingling feeling swept up her arms and she glanced up. She smiled, inclining her head toward her companion. The visible green eye studied her unblinkingly as he leaned forward slightly tossing a note, with a huge hole in it, on the table. She recognized the handwriting as her own and made no move to turn it around so she could read it.

"You left." She remained silent her fingers almost stroking the knife in a threatening way.

"You promised."

"And I kept it. I’m still here, am I not?" She asked in return. The look he shot her seemed to say ‘you know that’s not what I meant’.

"Why don’t you think I care?"

"Trowa, I’m your sister." She said ignoring the question. "But I’m also a ‘big girl’ and I can take care of myself. You don’t have to chase me down when I’m trying to take a vacation." She pushed away from the table standing up, sending a glare down at him.

"Why won’t you answer?"

"Have a nice day, Trowa." She said dismissing him. He pushed away from the table also. He was in the process of standing up when a loud ‘whoosh’ sounded close to his ear as his head was jerked backwards. Catherine smothered a laugh at the sight of Trowa pinned to the back wall by a steak knife. However, it wouldn’t be long before he recovered from the shock of 1) her actually wielding a knife against him and 2) where she had hit him.

She pulled out the camera; Hilde had given her solely for the use of collecting blackmail, and snapped a picture before scurrying out of the restaurant. His hand snapped up yanking the offending utensil out of his hair as he bounded after her. He was right on her heels when a waiter blocked his way demanding he pay the bill.