Xmas '197

Jeri shook the Japanese pilot's shoulder, trying to wake him. Heero just grunted and rolled over, leaving a frustrated Jeri sitting on the edge of his bed. She tried to think of another method to wake him up and decided that the only way was to hit him with something. As much as she wanted to hit him with her fist, she resulted in grabbing the pillow out from under his head and whacking him with it. That plan seemed to work because Heero shot out of bed, his gun pointed right between her eyes. Jeri smiled and leaned in to kiss his nose, the Japanese pilot blinked a few times in confusion. Jeri jumped off the bed and walked out the door, beckoning Heero to follow her. Heero yawned and stepped into his slippers, wrapping his dark blue housecoat around his freezing body and walked out of his room to find out why the hell Jeri had just woken him up.

By the time he arrived in the kitchen, Heero had regretted he even chose to wake up, even though he really had no choice about that matter. What he saw made him groan, he REALLY wanted to go back to bed. The sight in the room was definitely a sight for sore eyes. The only thing that he could see clearly was the fine sheet of flour that blanketed the walls and floors and just about everything else in the usually spotless kitchen. His first guess was that a certain braided pilot had made an attempt at cooking something again, which brought back really bad memories. Heero shook his head and yawned yet again, turning to go to the living room and flop down on the comfy couch he loved to fall asleep in. But just as he was about to sit down, a yelp came from the kitchen, where there was no one only a few seconds ago.

The Japanese pilot groaned and got up to peer into the kitchen. He saw the all too familiar flash of black and a long braid came inches from his face, followed by what looked to be the exact same thing. Heero shook his head once more, he hated experiencing deja vu, and it hurt his head. Some screaming came from the two figures; he had yet to figure out who was who.

Heero sighed heavily, sweatdropping. He knew who they were now, even though he couldn't see them really well. It appeared that he was right when he guessed that Duo had tried to cook something again, and apparently Jeri had seen him and got pissed when she saw what that braided baka had done to 'her' kitchen. Actually, it was in fact Quatre's kitchen, considering the fact that they were staying at one of his many mansions. But that didn't get rid of the fact that Jeri was the best cook of all of them(even better than the Arabian pilot), and she had made it her duty to cook all the meals, therefore claiming the extravagant kitchen as her domain. None of them even tried to say otherwise, they had learned not to push Jeri when she was getting her way. The Japanese pilot just went back to the living room and flopped on the couch, falling into a deep sleep instantly.

Heero was awoken again by Jeri, this time she kissed him on the forehead and giggled at the confused expression on her koibito's face. She pointed upwards and Heero saw what he could've sworn was something resembling mistletoe.

"I wonder how that got there. Hmm…that's very peculiar. Oh well, doesn't matter to me!" Jeri said cheerfully as she kissed him on the nose. Heero blinked and yawned, then said,

"Oh, by the way, would you mind telling me what is so important that it required you to wake me up? I was having such a wonderful dream, you know." The Japanese pilot replied, raising an eyebrow.

Heero sat up and crawled over to Jeri's side of the couch, resting his hands against the leather of the couch on either side of Jeri's head and leaning down. He stopped when his face was just a few inches from hers, he could hear her breathing increase, could feel her heart skip a few beats. But just as their lips met, a short 'click!' sounded and a bright flash illuminated the dimly lit room. The kiss was broken, Jeri and Heero snapped their heads up to look for what in the world had just happened. They both were only slightly surprised to see Duo Maxwell standing in the doorway with a Polaroid camera in his hands, his girlfriend Sasami peering over his shoulder, the two of them waiting for the picture to develop.

When the photograph had finally developed clearly, Duo and Sami looked at each other, then down at the picture, then over towards the two on the couch. They were grinning like twin Cheshire cats. Heero sat up and Jeri jumped up, running after the braided pilot and her best friend. Duo and Sami ran away in the opposite direction, both of them laughing like hyenas.

She raced forward and jumped on Duo's back, tackling him to the ground. She pinned his arms to his sides and yanked hard on his braid. Duo let out a yelp of pain, but it was muffled because his face was so close to the floor that he was practically eating carpet.

"Now, give me that picture! You and Sami have NO right to be interrupting my time with Heero. Do I go and bug you when you're with Sami?! NO! I let you guys keep to yourselves and I feel that we should be treated with the same respect that we treat you two with, am I making sense to you?" Jeri said in a really irritated tone. She snatched the developed picture out of Duo's hand and let go of his braid, but not without giving it one last yank.

The brunette pilot stood up and walked back towards the living room, she approached Heero and sat next to him, showing him the picture that Duo took of them. Heero slid his arm around Jeri's waist and hugged her closer.

"I know it turned out great; but it's just that whenever we're together, something or someone always interrupts the moment. I know that might sound stupid, but you know I love every minute that we're together and I would appreciate it more if everybody would just leave us to ourselves once in a while, if only for a few minutes. Am I asking too much, Hee-chan?" The brunette looked up at her koibito with clear green eyes.

"No, that's not asking too much at all, it sounds perfectly logical to me. I know that if we take the time to sit down with everyone and point that fact out to them, they'd understand and possibly even give us some quiet time together." he replied.

Jeri wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head into his lap, quiet sobs escaping her and her body shook silently. Heero's eyes widened, then softened, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly, giving her time to let all her tears out. When she was finally finished crying, Jeri lifted her head up and sat up, looking down shamefully. Heero felt his heart ache at seeing his precious angel crying. He lifted her face up so he could look at her; Jeri's cheeks were a little puffy and her eyes still had tears in them. Heero leaned over and lightly brushed the tears away from her eyes with his fingers, he then brought that hand back and placed it over his heart. Jeri blinked, sniffling a bit.

"See? This is how much it hurts me to see you cry. It not only hurts me, it hurts my heart and soul. Please don't cry, my precious one. I can't bear it if you do, my heart aches and aches, I can't stand the pain. Tell me why you do such things to my heart and I'll do anything I can to ease both our pain." Heero said, looking straight into Jeri's emerald eyes.

Jeri fell into the gaze of those prussian blue orbs, her soul lost in the depths of them. She found she was short of air, her breath coming in short gasps. She brought a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Heero saw her struggle to regain her composure and took it to his advantage by leaning in and kissing her soundly on the lips, he drew away and smiled at Jeri's widened eyes. The brunette looked at Heero for a moment, a little confused, she stood up away from his hold and shook her head a few times, trying to clear her mind. Heero stood up and wrapped his arms around her, but Jeri pushed away from him once again, holding her head as if she had an enormous headache. The pain wasn't seeming to go away, the brunette fell to her knees, her nails digging into her scalp, trying to rid the pain.

Heero didn't have the slightest clue as to what in the world was going on, he didn't understand why Jeri was in pain and that knowledge killed him. He dropped to the floor next to her and held her by the shoulders, shaking them gently.

Then the screaming started. Jeri's eyes widened, she let out a piercing scream, so loud that Heero was forced to cover his ears with his hands. The world went in slow motion, everything around the two of them blurred and started spinning around really fast. The colors all seemed to have inverted, Heero grabbed Jeri and held her, trying his best to proctect her from whatever was happening to them. Jeri screamed once again and a blinding flash illuminated their vision, the world then came screeching to a halt, making them jerk forward and fall into a tangled heap on what once used to be the floor.

After a few moments had passed and their heartbeats had slowed to a steadier beat, Heero slowly opened his eyes. He observed their surroundings and found that he had no earthly idea as to where they were. Jeri took her hands off of the sides of her head and looked up at Heero, who was still holding her protectively.

Heero took a deep breath before looking back down at her. He reached up with one hand to brush the green-streaked bangs away from Jeri's face. He slowly shook his head, indicating that he hadn't the slightest idea. Jeri stood up, Heero had released her from his protective grip. She looked around and noticed something seemingly familiar to her. Her green eyes widened a bit, then softened to a sorrowful expression. She looked into Heero's prussian blue eyes, her face displaying how sad she must have felt at that moment.

"I know you probably won't believe this at first, but we're just outside the house where I used to live in. See that small, run-down building over there?" She asked, pointing a finger to her left.

Jeri laughed sarcastically and shook her head a few times. "No, no....that's not my house.....THAT's my old house." She pointed right next to the shack that she previously indicated.

It was huge, almost as big as one of Quatre's many mansions that they had stayed in before. Heero let out a slow whistle as he ran his gaze over the entire building. Not bad, not bad at all, Heero thought. When he looked back at Jeri he saw that she had started to walk towards the front door. He had to run a little to catch up to her. When they finally approached the front door, Jeri looked back at him and motioned for him to look in the front window. What the Japanese pilot saw was definitely not what he had expected.

Inside, the front of the house was elaborately decorated, but it was dark and quiet. Then he heard the sound of someone crying, it was muffled but he could tell that someone was sobbing slightly. The Japanese pilot pressed his ear against the window to try to hear the sound better, but Jeri shook her head at his attempt. The brunette pilot put a hand on the elaborate doorknob and opened the door a crack, somehow knowing already that the door would be unlocked. She pushed it open a little more and stepped inside, Heero following her a little apprehensively.

Once inside, Jeri walked over to where a giant, spiral set of stairs were and stood at the base. After a closer inspection, Heero noticed that there was a door off to the side, indicating there was some sort of closet. The brunette pilot knelt down and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open and looking inside. The Japanese pilot was surprised to see that someone was sitting in the far corner of the tiny room. He couldn't tell who it was, but the room suddenly illuminated, Heero's eyes fell on who he never would have expected.

Although he still didn't quite comprehend who was there, Heero could surely tell that it was a little girl of about six or seven years old. She was a scrawny, filthy child, her hair hung past her shoulders in matted chunks. What she was wearing could hardly be called clothes, they were merely rags over her skinny frame. Her skin was pale, her eyes shut, large circles were visible under her eyes, making her look even more pitiful. He realized at that moment that it was this little girl who was crying so hard, now her cries diminished to soft, choked sobs.


	The Anime Nirvana \| home Xmas '197 Back to Main by Sphynx-chan ^_^ "Heero? You awake?" Jeri shook the Japanese pilot's shoulder, trying to wake him. Heero just grunted and rolled over, leaving a frustrated Jeri sitting on the edge of his bed. She tried to think of another method to wake him up and decided that the only way was to hit him with something. As much as she wanted to hit him with her fist, she resulted in grabbing the pillow out from under his head and whacking him with it. That plan seemed to work because Heero shot out of bed, his gun pointed right between her eyes. Jeri smiled and leaned in to kiss his nose, the Japanese pilot blinked a few times in confusion. Jeri jumped off the bed and walked out the door, beckoning Heero to follow her. Heero yawned and stepped into his slippers, wrapping his dark blue housecoat around his freezing body and walked out of his room to find out why the hell Jeri had just woken him up. **************************************************************************** By the time he arrived in the kitchen, Heero had regretted he even chose to wake up, even though he really had no choice about that matter. What he saw made him groan, he REALLY wanted to go back to bed. The sight in the room was definitely a sight for sore eyes. The only thing that he could see clearly was the fine sheet of flour that blanketed the walls and floors and just about everything else in the usually spotless kitchen. His first guess was that a certain braided pilot had made an attempt at cooking something again, which brought back really bad memories. Heero shook his head and yawned yet again, turning to go to the living room and flop down on the comfy couch he loved to fall asleep in. But just as he was about to sit down, a yelp came from the kitchen, where there was no one only a few seconds ago. The Japanese pilot groaned and got up to peer into the kitchen. He saw the all too familiar flash of black and a long braid came inches from his face, followed by what looked to be the exact same thing. Heero shook his head once more, he hated experiencing deja vu, and it hurt his head. Some screaming came from the two figures; he had yet to figure out who was who. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY KITCHEN!" "Aww.....do I have to? I didn't do anything wrong." "DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG? WHO DO YOU THINK COVERED THIS PLACE WITH FLOUR?!" "Geez, it was just an accident! You're even more uptight than Quatre is. Is it that time of the month for you again?" "No, but it will be YOUR time soon, time to DIE! Now, COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS DISASTER UP!!!!!!! THEN I WILL PROCEED TO KILL YOU!" Heero sighed heavily, sweatdropping. He knew who they were now, even though he couldn't see them really well. It appeared that he was right when he guessed that Duo had tried to cook something again, and apparently Jeri had seen him and got pissed when she saw what that braided baka had done to 'her' kitchen. Actually, it was in fact Quatre's kitchen, considering the fact that they were staying at one of his many mansions. But that didn't get rid of the fact that Jeri was the best cook of all of them(even better than the Arabian pilot), and she had made it her duty to cook all the meals, therefore claiming the extravagant kitchen as her domain. None of them even tried to say otherwise, they had learned not to push Jeri when she was getting her way. The Japanese pilot just went back to the living room and flopped on the couch, falling into a deep sleep instantly. ***************************************************************************** Heero was awoken again by Jeri, this time she kissed him on the forehead and giggled at the confused expression on her koibito's face. She pointed upwards and Heero saw what he could've sworn was something resembling mistletoe. "What the…? Is that what I think it is?" Heero asked, scratching his head. Jeri looked up and then back at him, an innocent expression on her face. "I wonder how that got there. Hmm…that's very peculiar. Oh well, doesn't matter to me!" Jeri said cheerfully as she kissed him on the nose. Heero blinked and yawned, then said, "Oh, by the way, would you mind telling me what is so important that it required you to wake me up? I was having such a wonderful dream, you know." The Japanese pilot replied, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And just what were you dreaming about, praytell?" the brunette said teasingly, climbing up onto the couch and sitting on the empty side of the large piece of furniture. Heero sat up and crawled over to Jeri's side of the couch, resting his hands against the leather of the couch on either side of Jeri's head and leaning down. He stopped when his face was just a few inches from hers, he could hear her breathing increase, could feel her heart skip a few beats. But just as their lips met, a short 'click!' sounded and a bright flash illuminated the dimly lit room. The kiss was broken, Jeri and Heero snapped their heads up to look for what in the world had just happened. They both were only slightly surprised to see Duo Maxwell standing in the doorway with a Polaroid camera in his hands, his girlfriend Sasami peering over his shoulder, the two of them waiting for the picture to develop. When the photograph had finally developed clearly, Duo and Sami looked at each other, then down at the picture, then over towards the two on the couch. They were grinning like twin Cheshire cats. Heero sat up and Jeri jumped up, running after the braided pilot and her best friend. Duo and Sami ran away in the opposite direction, both of them laughing like hyenas. "YOU TWO COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" The brunette pilot screamed. She raced forward and jumped on Duo's back, tackling him to the ground. She pinned his arms to his sides and yanked hard on his braid. Duo let out a yelp of pain, but it was muffled because his face was so close to the floor that he was practically eating carpet. "Now, give me that picture! You and Sami have NO right to be interrupting my time with Heero. Do I go and bug you when you're with Sami?! NO! I let you guys keep to yourselves and I feel that we should be treated with the same respect that we treat you two with, am I making sense to you?" Jeri said in a really irritated tone. She snatched the developed picture out of Duo's hand and let go of his braid, but not without giving it one last yank. ***** The brunette pilot stood up and walked back towards the living room, she approached Heero and sat next to him, showing him the picture that Duo took of them. Heero slid his arm around Jeri's waist and hugged her closer. "I think it turned out great. For once it appears that the baka did something right." Heero commented. Jeri smiled, them frowned. She leaned her head against the Japanese pilot's shoulder, pouting a little. "I know it turned out great; but it's just that whenever we're together, something or someone always interrupts the moment. I know that might sound stupid, but you know I love every minute that we're together and I would appreciate it more if everybody would just leave us to ourselves once in a while, if only for a few minutes. Am I asking too much, Hee-chan?" The brunette looked up at her koibito with clear green eyes. Heero smile a little and kissed the top of her head. He rested his head on top of hers and shook his head slightly. "No, that's not asking too much at all, it sounds perfectly logical to me. I know that if we take the time to sit down with everyone and point that fact out to them, they'd understand and possibly even give us some quiet time together." he replied. Jeri wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head into his lap, quiet sobs escaping her and her body shook silently. Heero's eyes widened, then softened, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back soothingly, giving her time to let all her tears out. When she was finally finished crying, Jeri lifted her head up and sat up, looking down shamefully. Heero felt his heart ache at seeing his precious angel crying. He lifted her face up so he could look at her; Jeri's cheeks were a little puffy and her eyes still had tears in them. Heero leaned over and lightly brushed the tears away from her eyes with his fingers, he then brought that hand back and placed it over his heart. Jeri blinked, sniffling a bit. "See? This is how much it hurts me to see you cry. It not only hurts me, it hurts my heart and soul. Please don't cry, my precious one. I can't bear it if you do, my heart aches and aches, I can't stand the pain. Tell me why you do such things to my heart and I'll do anything I can to ease both our pain." Heero said, looking straight into Jeri's emerald eyes. Jeri fell into the gaze of those prussian blue orbs, her soul lost in the depths of them. She found she was short of air, her breath coming in short gasps. She brought a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Heero saw her struggle to regain her composure and took it to his advantage by leaning in and kissing her soundly on the lips, he drew away and smiled at Jeri's widened eyes. The brunette looked at Heero for a moment, a little confused, she stood up away from his hold and shook her head a few times, trying to clear her mind. Heero stood up and wrapped his arms around her, but Jeri pushed away from him once again, holding her head as if she had an enormous headache. The pain wasn't seeming to go away, the brunette fell to her knees, her nails digging into her scalp, trying to rid the pain. Heero didn't have the slightest clue as to what in the world was going on, he didn't understand why Jeri was in pain and that knowledge killed him. He dropped to the floor next to her and held her by the shoulders, shaking them gently. "Jeri! Jeri, can you hear me?! What's going on, please tell me!" the Japanese pilot yelled slightly. Then the screaming started. Jeri's eyes widened, she let out a piercing scream, so loud that Heero was forced to cover his ears with his hands. The world went in slow motion, everything around the two of them blurred and started spinning around really fast. The colors all seemed to have inverted, Heero grabbed Jeri and held her, trying his best to proctect her from whatever was happening to them. Jeri screamed once again and a blinding flash illuminated their vision, the world then came screeching to a halt, making them jerk forward and fall into a tangled heap on what once used to be the floor. ******************************************************************************** After a few moments had passed and their heartbeats had slowed to a steadier beat, Heero slowly opened his eyes. He observed their surroundings and found that he had no earthly idea as to where they were. Jeri took her hands off of the sides of her head and looked up at Heero, who was still holding her protectively. "H-Heero? What happened to us just now?" the brunette pilot asked in a shaky voice. Heero took a deep breath before looking back down at her. He reached up with one hand to brush the green-streaked bangs away from Jeri's face. He slowly shook his head, indicating that he hadn't the slightest idea. Jeri stood up, Heero had released her from his protective grip. She looked around and noticed something seemingly familiar to her. Her green eyes widened a bit, then softened to a sorrowful expression. She looked into Heero's prussian blue eyes, her face displaying how sad she must have felt at that moment. "I don't know what just happened, but I definitely know where we are." Jeri said lightly, gaining a confused look from her koi. "I know you probably won't believe this at first, but we're just outside the house where I used to live in. See that small, run-down building over there?" She asked, pointing a finger to her left. Heero nodded, still not understanding what was going on. He then looked back at Jeri, raising an eyebrow. "Is that where you used to live?" The Japanese pilot inquired. Jeri laughed sarcastically and shook her head a few times. "No, no....that's not my house.....THAT's my old house." She pointed right next to the shack that she previously indicated. It was huge, almost as big as one of Quatre's many mansions that they had stayed in before. Heero let out a slow whistle as he ran his gaze over the entire building. Not bad, not bad at all, Heero thought. When he looked back at Jeri he saw that she had started to walk towards the front door. He had to run a little to catch up to her. When they finally approached the front door, Jeri looked back at him and motioned for him to look in the front window. What the Japanese pilot saw was definitely not what he had expected. Inside, the front of the house was elaborately decorated, but it was dark and quiet. Then he heard the sound of someone crying, it was muffled but he could tell that someone was sobbing slightly. The Japanese pilot pressed his ear against the window to try to hear the sound better, but Jeri shook her head at his attempt. The brunette pilot put a hand on the elaborate doorknob and opened the door a crack, somehow knowing already that the door would be unlocked. She pushed it open a little more and stepped inside, Heero following her a little apprehensively. Once inside, Jeri walked over to where a giant, spiral set of stairs were and stood at the base. After a closer inspection, Heero noticed that there was a door off to the side, indicating there was some sort of closet. The brunette pilot knelt down and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open and looking inside. The Japanese pilot was surprised to see that someone was sitting in the far corner of the tiny room. He couldn't tell who it was, but the room suddenly illuminated, Heero's eyes fell on who he never would have expected. Although he still didn't quite comprehend who was there, Heero could surely tell that it was a little girl of about six or seven years old. She was a scrawny, filthy child, her hair hung past her shoulders in matted chunks. What she was wearing could hardly be called clothes, they were merely rags over her skinny frame. Her skin was pale, her eyes shut, large circles were visible under her eyes, making her look even more pitiful. He realized at that moment that it was this little girl who was crying so hard, now her cries diminished to soft, choked sobs.