Chasing You

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She was curled up in her sleep. Pleasure was apparent on her face, a few touches of dried saliva was around the small corners of her lips. Her eyes were shut tightly, permitting any vision from coming in them. She was really fast asleep.

Two pillows were aligned, nuzzling her head in their comfort glory. Her right leg was thrown over another pillow, making her figure, a little bit curvy.

She wore special lingerie, a fit Victoria Secret, with blue hemlines. The blanket that was supposed to cover her body waist down was carelessly thrown aside, showing off more skin than she intended.

Her eyes began to quiver; she was beginning to wake up from a sleep that seemed to comatose her. The pillow that was once hugged her leg was now on her chest, trying to keep herself from waking up.

But to no avail, she opened her auburn eyes, blinking once, blinking twice. Her whole body ached in both pleasure in pain, it was imposed that too much sleep, maybe a straight twenty-four hour one, can ensue you some mild headache.

She was fine with this really, sleeping was now of her favorite things to do. It was a highly enjoyable hobby that has entrapped her in a long time bond.

She threw the pillow away, her cold feet landed on the furry carpet, picking up the discarded bedspread, and throwing it back on her bed. She slowly opened the curtains; the warm sun was hitting her body, giving her a nice dosage of its rays.

It was a good day, it just has to be.

“It’s settled then.”

“Thank you, for lodging me in here and all.”

She smiled at the figure before her. “It’s no big deal, we’re bloodkins, aren’t we Athrun?”

“Hey what’s for breakfast?”

She asked the Teflon pan in front of her, talking to it as if it would conjure some magic and cook her usual bacons and eggs. Her roommate was away, possibly taking about some personal affairs with her few friends.

She was left alone, no knowledge on how to cook anything, even boil water. She searched for the usual post-it she leaves, often containing where the food was.

A victorious search came upon her when she shot a knowing look at the door of the fridge; it was a pink post-it this time, the girl had a strange fetish for anything pink.

Cagalli,

Food’s in d oven! I made it sunny side up!

Love,

xxxLacusxxx

Hugs and kisses. Typically Lacus.

He drove her away from the café, with a smile on his face. It would be hell fun to live in her place; she’s got some grand cooking skills.

His hearty appetite has been churning in anticipation. Maybe some fried rice would do him good.

Plus eggs…and bacons…

If only he had someone to share it with.

She had finished eating, through precise mathematical calculations; she still has one more hour to spare in the bathroom.

Bubble baths…

She took out one of her scents in the medicine cabinet, strange that it was there. Putting a tap on the bottle or two, she added some bathtub liquid.

Sunflowers galore.

She stripped herself from her ‘minimal’ clothing, mind you, she was still wearing the, rather, ‘provocative lingerie.

Deciding to leave the bathroom door open, she stepped out in the tub.

It’s not like someone would barge in.

‘We’re here!”

Lacus announced cheerfully, swaying her pink luscious hair behind, pulling out a key with jingly key chains.

Pink, of course.

He had a small say on the house, it was not too big, not too small either. It was perfect.

There were roses behind the fence, probably Lacus’s doing. She loves flowers, and he’s allergic to them.

Sunflowers, to be exact.

“So…welcome to our humble abode.”

She gave him a smile, which earned her a grateful one in return.

Lacus looked at him with sympathy, ‘Sorry I can’t remove those sunflowers, they’re not my doing.” She ended; a small smile formed on her lips still.

“You mean you have a gardener?” asked Athrun, in a very naïve manner.

She chuckled softly, brushing her skirt downwards. “No, don’t be silly! I have some company here.”

“You mean- before me?”

“Yes”

“A she or a he?”

“A she.”

He started to unpack; Lacus pointed him to an extra room. It was spacious; the bed sheets were in green.

Lucky him, he has been always perceived as a girl.

Hopefully not this time.

She began scrubbing vigorously, to ease out some tensions from work and being horribly loveless.

Not that she minded it, it was just that…

Loneliness is such a terrifying word. It scared her, no matter how great or how strong her character is. It frightened her.

And no, it wasn’t surmise, she had known for a fact that few people had been happy being alone.

Maybe I’ll find someone…I know he’s out-

Motherf-!

There was someone, obliviously peeing on the toilet.

With his Thingy!

Oh for Christ sake, she can’t even say it. She grabbed her soap, which was carelessly beside her; she aimed it high and proud.

“Motherfucker!”

She screamed, the man was now shocked at his wits, his eyes widened. She unknowingly got up and exposed her body.

Oh god.

She was now only covered in bubbles; she tried to sit back down on the tub. But the tension between them was high, she couldn’t breathe.

Was she having a seizure?

Her chest tightened; her face red.

She was about to cry.

She exposed her body in a stranger, before a tear slip from embarrassment; he left with a quick apology.

But she’s never gonna let it go.

Wrapping her self in a towel securely, soap dripping on the floor, she grabbed her tubes, ointments, and even a big bottle of shampoo, she headed out.

“You fucking son of a bitch!”

She shouted, the guy was still in the middle of the halfway down the stairs. She aimed a soap bar at him, it missed, and toppled down the floor.

The slippery residue it left cause him to topple down in the same manner. Lacus was agape.

“You bloody maniac!” and then the tubes came flying, hitting his head that was burning in pain. “Fuck your fucking fuck!” the ointment was next, and soon, the shampoo drizzled down on his dry hair.

Her breathing pattern was harsh. Her face in a tint of crimson.

Lacus was open-mouthed, too shocked to say anything.

Athrun was limply lying on the foot of the stairs, rubbing his pained head; a string of curses flew from his mouth.

“That should teach you a lesson!”

And for me too, never leave the bathroom door open. Ever. Again.

Lacus clucked her tongue in a disappointed way, placing the plate of the sizzling bacon, to check up on the beaten man.

Cagalli, on the other hand, ran back upstairs, getting a quick wash.

She headed downstairs, wearing a loose Capri pants and an oversized t-shirt. Her hair was still damp.

She studied her surrounding, in threat of the ‘maniac’. Seeing that she was safe, she has to find Lacus.

Not tomorrow or the next day, but now.

“Lacus!”

The sound of her voice echoed through the walls, her eyes caught the sight of hanging blue post it.

Cagalli,

Meet me at the spare room immediately.

Lacus x

Uh-oh, she was in deep shit. If Lacus didn’t use her characteristic x times three on both sides, then she is mad.

Or upset. She didn’t know.

For now, at least.

She was languidly resting on the doorway. Lacus was tending to the ‘maniac’, he didn’t have cuts, but he was terribly hurt.

His face was evidence enough.

“How long had you been there?”

Her reverie was broken when she heard that Lacus acknowledged her presence.

“Since Forever”

She eyed the stranger on the bed, she felt sorry. For a whole minute.

“I don’t want your sarcasm now Cagalli, look what happened to Athrun?”

So his name is Athrun eh?

She snorted. “He deserved it, he’s a bloody maniac.” Her eyes were haughty.

The pink haired girl was shaking her head in utter displeasure, she was acting very childish, and it wasn’t nice.

“I’m not a maniac.”

Athrun ended, a grunt of pain echoing from his lips.

“Yes you are!”

“Fine, if you fucking insist.”

She took it on lightly, snorting disdainfully at him.

Asshole.

Lacus had a little dose of contempt in her eyes; she had to make these two people work.

She just has to.

Cagalli & Athrun,

I’m off in a 3-week trip. Food’s in the fridge!

See you then!

xxxLacusxxx

‘This should do it’

She smiled at her work, and stuck the post in the fridge.

Cupid smiled.

More mayhem.

Till then.