headache...
Oct. 29th, 2008 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2The water district is outside fixing the hydrant. They have a pump, a jackhammer, an endloader, several sledgehammers and about six people in hardhats. And noise. Constant, unremitting noise since 0900 this morning. *headdesk* But at least it's getting fixed. ^___^ My Akachan is at the repair place getting spiffed up again and I have a rental. I had to run out and move it this morning when they started setting up. O_O I had a horrible vision of some other part of the pipes exploding and killing the rental. O_o Don't need that happening; thanks. >_>
The writing urge has been kind of absent lately; stress, probably. But the craftiness has been in full swing. O.o Lions and tigers and bunnies; oh my! ^____^
Heero glanced at the cashier’s check, double-checking the amount. Exactly as he’d requested. Good. He tucked it safely into his other space and bowed minutely to Allan Horstang.
“Thank you for your assistance in this matter. Mr Vrostek will be most appreciative.”
“Um… You’re welcome, Mr Yuy. I’m… uh… sorry that Mr Vrostek will be leaving the area; he’s been an excellent customer and we will certainly miss him.” He glanced apprehensively at Miles, who was sulking in a chair. “Um… Miles..? I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Whatever.”
Again, Heero assisted Miles out of the chair, out of the office and out of the building. With every employee staring avidly and a few customers wondering what was so interesting, Heero changed form, took a firm grip on Miles and launched.
Duo would have been delighted by the screams, gasps and exclamations from the viewers.
~*~
Miles didn’t make a lot of noise this time, for which Heero was grateful. Hysterical shrieking did nothing for the ambience of his flight.
As they swept over the house and grounds, Heero noted that Duo was sitting outside on a wall with Michael. That was good; he didn’t relish the idea of dropping Miles in front of the children. He suspected that Gisela would rather say what she had to in private.
They landed on the front terrace, Heero keeping hold of Miles until they had entered the parlor. As hoped, Gisela was alone in the room, a cellphone and a file of paperwork on the delicate writing desk in front of her. She rose as they entered.
“Is everything right now?” she asked. “Or as right as it can be for Ctik?”
“I have a check for Ctik,” Heero confirmed. “And I have returned your husband, as requested. I know you have things to… discuss… I will collect Duo and we will be on our way. You have my card and Duo’s; if you need anything, please feel free to call us. I am sure that Ctik will be contacting you once he is settled.”
She hadn’t once looked at Miles. “Thank you, Mr Yuy. Please tell Ctik that I am so sorry that I let him down. I really should have been keeping a better watch on… things.”
“I am sure that Ctik does not blame you in any way.” He flicked a baleful glance at Miles.
Gisela nodded automatically and extended a hand. “Thank you again, Mr Yuy, and please tell Duo ‘thank you’ also. He’s outside with Michael…”
Heero took her hand briefly. “I saw them when I arrived. Take care, Mrs Grinsted. We will be in touch.” He bowed gracefully and left the room, pausing in the hallway out of sight.
“Gisela…” said Miles when they were finally alone. “Baby… please…”
“No. This is the last straw, Miles. We are done. I’ve already called a lawyer. I want you out of the house by Monday.”
“But Gi, I love you!”
A pause.
“I love you, too, Miles, but love doesn’t pay the bills. Love doesn’t put my children through college. Love doesn’t try to murder a family member and sell his home out from under him!”
“Gi -!”
“No. Get away from me or I will punch you.”
“I could have you arrested for domestic violence!”
“And that’s your idea of love? Go pack. I’m sure you can find someone to put you up for a while.”
Miles whined some more, but Heero had heard enough. Gisela seemed to be holding her own and hopefully she would not cave in to her husband’s blandishments. She seemed stronger than that. He left the house and went in search of his Banshee. He had a haircut to supervise.
The writing urge has been kind of absent lately; stress, probably. But the craftiness has been in full swing. O.o Lions and tigers and bunnies; oh my! ^____^
Heero glanced at the cashier’s check, double-checking the amount. Exactly as he’d requested. Good. He tucked it safely into his other space and bowed minutely to Allan Horstang.
“Thank you for your assistance in this matter. Mr Vrostek will be most appreciative.”
“Um… You’re welcome, Mr Yuy. I’m… uh… sorry that Mr Vrostek will be leaving the area; he’s been an excellent customer and we will certainly miss him.” He glanced apprehensively at Miles, who was sulking in a chair. “Um… Miles..? I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Whatever.”
Again, Heero assisted Miles out of the chair, out of the office and out of the building. With every employee staring avidly and a few customers wondering what was so interesting, Heero changed form, took a firm grip on Miles and launched.
Duo would have been delighted by the screams, gasps and exclamations from the viewers.
~*~
Miles didn’t make a lot of noise this time, for which Heero was grateful. Hysterical shrieking did nothing for the ambience of his flight.
As they swept over the house and grounds, Heero noted that Duo was sitting outside on a wall with Michael. That was good; he didn’t relish the idea of dropping Miles in front of the children. He suspected that Gisela would rather say what she had to in private.
They landed on the front terrace, Heero keeping hold of Miles until they had entered the parlor. As hoped, Gisela was alone in the room, a cellphone and a file of paperwork on the delicate writing desk in front of her. She rose as they entered.
“Is everything right now?” she asked. “Or as right as it can be for Ctik?”
“I have a check for Ctik,” Heero confirmed. “And I have returned your husband, as requested. I know you have things to… discuss… I will collect Duo and we will be on our way. You have my card and Duo’s; if you need anything, please feel free to call us. I am sure that Ctik will be contacting you once he is settled.”
She hadn’t once looked at Miles. “Thank you, Mr Yuy. Please tell Ctik that I am so sorry that I let him down. I really should have been keeping a better watch on… things.”
“I am sure that Ctik does not blame you in any way.” He flicked a baleful glance at Miles.
Gisela nodded automatically and extended a hand. “Thank you again, Mr Yuy, and please tell Duo ‘thank you’ also. He’s outside with Michael…”
Heero took her hand briefly. “I saw them when I arrived. Take care, Mrs Grinsted. We will be in touch.” He bowed gracefully and left the room, pausing in the hallway out of sight.
“Gisela…” said Miles when they were finally alone. “Baby… please…”
“No. This is the last straw, Miles. We are done. I’ve already called a lawyer. I want you out of the house by Monday.”
“But Gi, I love you!”
A pause.
“I love you, too, Miles, but love doesn’t pay the bills. Love doesn’t put my children through college. Love doesn’t try to murder a family member and sell his home out from under him!”
“Gi -!”
“No. Get away from me or I will punch you.”
“I could have you arrested for domestic violence!”
“And that’s your idea of love? Go pack. I’m sure you can find someone to put you up for a while.”
Miles whined some more, but Heero had heard enough. Gisela seemed to be holding her own and hopefully she would not cave in to her husband’s blandishments. She seemed stronger than that. He left the house and went in search of his Banshee. He had a haircut to supervise.
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Date: 2008-10-29 11:33 pm (UTC)It's so nice to see that the rest of Ctik's family still loves him. Personally I wish she had punched Miles, he definitely deserves more than that!
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Date: 2008-10-29 11:35 pm (UTC)And a divorce. Why am I not surprised. People have divorce for less and if you can't trust your spouse then what is the point.
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Date: 2008-11-02 02:44 pm (UTC)All my google adbots are in Japanese...! O_O
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