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Mar. 24th, 2018 01:17 pmSince nothing blew up last time, thought I'd try this again. ^__^
BFB – Part 105.55 – Ii Kibarashi – Pissing Off the Dragon
Heero glanced over at Duo after a period of silence. Was the Banshee asleep?
“Chosen?” he murmured. “Are you asleep?”
“Nnnnn…. Restin’ m’ eyes…” He unbuckled his seatbelt, shifted in the seat and rebuckled. “Home yet?”
“Couple more hours,” said Heero with a smile. “I’m just going to stop for fuel.”
One purple eye opened. “Get me a soda?”
“Bottle or fountain?”
“Aaaahhh… Fountain, I guess.” He laid the seat back. “This is a great car, Heero, but sometimes a van or an SUV would be more comfortable.”
“I know,” the Wyvern agreed amiably. Maybe he would trade this lovely little rocket on wheels for something more practical now that he had secured Duo’s heart, in spite of not having formally Chosen. He’d never had anyone to chauffeur around before. Never realized how much he would enjoy it, either.
He pulled off the next exit and turned into the gas station and mini mart. This particular station had a fast food restaurant tucked into the corner; after he filled the tank and bought Duo his soda he would ask if the Banshee was hungry. With his turbo-charged metabolism he probably would be.
Inside the store, a gaggle of children argued sleepily over whether to get snacks or “real food” from the fast food counter, while their parents were collecting ice and sodas, obviously refilling a cooler. They had probably spilled from the monstrous SUV docked at a pump, placidly sucking fuel.
Heero found the fountain machine and considered his choices briefly before choosing a large cup and filling it with ice and soda. Halfway through the fill, a loud voice filled the store.
“Gimmee the goddamn money!” it shouted. The children squealed. A woman shrieked.
Heero sighed and rolled his eyes. Just once he would like to get through a weekend with his Banshee without someone else’s crisis intruding. He set the half-filled cup aside and went to deal with the current issue.
The robber had a handgun – gripping it in that annoyingly idiotic sideways ‘gangsta’ style – pointed at the wide-eyed clerk who was fumbling with the cash register.
“Sap-damned idiot,” Heero muttered as he strode toward the miscreant. Everyone with half a brain knew that these places carried almost nothing in the registers.
The parents and children huddled back against the cooler doors and the clerk’s eyes bulged even wider as he looked past the gun-wielding idiot to see the unprepossessing man stalking up behind the crook. The robber noticed the look, though, and began to turn, just as Heero’s hand came down on his shoulder.
Screams erupted. The robber turned, gun at the ready, to find himself nose to blue-scaled chest with a monster from his childhood nightmares. He looked up, and up, and up at the enormous teeth only inches from his face, squealed like a five-year old girl and fainted.
“Fuckwit.” Heero glared down at the unconscious jackass and then turned to the clerk. “Call the police. Also, I’m getting two large sodas and a fill-up on pump nine.” He looked over at the family crouched behind a beer display. “Your child is leaking,” he said mildly, indicating the puddle under one child, before returning to the fountain machine.
He was back at the counter, once more in his human form, with two sodas and his credit card in hand when the police arrived. The robber was still out cold on the floor. His gun was now lying almost unnoticed under a snack display.
The clerk proved resilient enough to ring up his purchases even as the police were handcuffing and removing the would-be criminal. “Don’t forget his gun,” Heero said to the third officer. “Under that rack.” He pointed and the cop, who had been searching the aisles, used a pen to slide it out and scoop it into a bag.
Heero gathered up the sodas and went back to his car. The Banshee was still resting his eyes. He tapped on the window and Duo sat up sharply and ran the window down. “Sodas,” Heero announced with a grin. “They have a food counter, if you’re hungry.”
Duo took the drinks. “I dunno… It’s kind of late. Maybe I’ll just get a candy bar while you fill up.”
“All right.”
Duo crawled out of the low-slung vehicle and ambled into the store, noting only in passing that there seemed to be a lot of cops taking their break here. The clerk seemed kind of nervous. Maybe cops made him nervous? And the people sitting in the fast food area seemed to be resting rather than eating… The woman was awfully pale; maybe she wasn’t feeling well… And the counter-person was kind of… slumped on the counter. It *was* awfully late, though.
He found a large chocolate bar and paid for it with pocket change, before noticing that one of the cops was out talking to Heero.
“Wow,” he observed idly to the clerk. “You’re having a busy night, huh?”
“Yeah,” replied the clerk in an oddly high-pitched tone. “Busy.”
Duo smiled at him and left the store. He slid into his seat as Heero replaced the nozzle on the pump and faced the cop. The cop was writing something in his notebook. He nodded to Heero and turned away, and Heero headed into the store for his receipt. When he came back he got behind the wheel and fired the engine.
“So, what’s up with the cops?” Duo asked idly.
“Just collecting some information.”
“Fanboi-ing over your car?” Duo laughed. He peeled the wrapping off his chocolate and nibbled at the corner.
Heero grinned affectionately at him. “Maybe. It *is* a nice car.”
“That it is, big guy; that it is.”
Heero turned out of the lot and back to the on-ramp to continue the drive home.
BFB – Part 105.55 – Ii Kibarashi – Pissing Off the Dragon
Heero glanced over at Duo after a period of silence. Was the Banshee asleep?
“Chosen?” he murmured. “Are you asleep?”
“Nnnnn…. Restin’ m’ eyes…” He unbuckled his seatbelt, shifted in the seat and rebuckled. “Home yet?”
“Couple more hours,” said Heero with a smile. “I’m just going to stop for fuel.”
One purple eye opened. “Get me a soda?”
“Bottle or fountain?”
“Aaaahhh… Fountain, I guess.” He laid the seat back. “This is a great car, Heero, but sometimes a van or an SUV would be more comfortable.”
“I know,” the Wyvern agreed amiably. Maybe he would trade this lovely little rocket on wheels for something more practical now that he had secured Duo’s heart, in spite of not having formally Chosen. He’d never had anyone to chauffeur around before. Never realized how much he would enjoy it, either.
He pulled off the next exit and turned into the gas station and mini mart. This particular station had a fast food restaurant tucked into the corner; after he filled the tank and bought Duo his soda he would ask if the Banshee was hungry. With his turbo-charged metabolism he probably would be.
Inside the store, a gaggle of children argued sleepily over whether to get snacks or “real food” from the fast food counter, while their parents were collecting ice and sodas, obviously refilling a cooler. They had probably spilled from the monstrous SUV docked at a pump, placidly sucking fuel.
Heero found the fountain machine and considered his choices briefly before choosing a large cup and filling it with ice and soda. Halfway through the fill, a loud voice filled the store.
“Gimmee the goddamn money!” it shouted. The children squealed. A woman shrieked.
Heero sighed and rolled his eyes. Just once he would like to get through a weekend with his Banshee without someone else’s crisis intruding. He set the half-filled cup aside and went to deal with the current issue.
The robber had a handgun – gripping it in that annoyingly idiotic sideways ‘gangsta’ style – pointed at the wide-eyed clerk who was fumbling with the cash register.
“Sap-damned idiot,” Heero muttered as he strode toward the miscreant. Everyone with half a brain knew that these places carried almost nothing in the registers.
The parents and children huddled back against the cooler doors and the clerk’s eyes bulged even wider as he looked past the gun-wielding idiot to see the unprepossessing man stalking up behind the crook. The robber noticed the look, though, and began to turn, just as Heero’s hand came down on his shoulder.
Screams erupted. The robber turned, gun at the ready, to find himself nose to blue-scaled chest with a monster from his childhood nightmares. He looked up, and up, and up at the enormous teeth only inches from his face, squealed like a five-year old girl and fainted.
“Fuckwit.” Heero glared down at the unconscious jackass and then turned to the clerk. “Call the police. Also, I’m getting two large sodas and a fill-up on pump nine.” He looked over at the family crouched behind a beer display. “Your child is leaking,” he said mildly, indicating the puddle under one child, before returning to the fountain machine.
He was back at the counter, once more in his human form, with two sodas and his credit card in hand when the police arrived. The robber was still out cold on the floor. His gun was now lying almost unnoticed under a snack display.
The clerk proved resilient enough to ring up his purchases even as the police were handcuffing and removing the would-be criminal. “Don’t forget his gun,” Heero said to the third officer. “Under that rack.” He pointed and the cop, who had been searching the aisles, used a pen to slide it out and scoop it into a bag.
Heero gathered up the sodas and went back to his car. The Banshee was still resting his eyes. He tapped on the window and Duo sat up sharply and ran the window down. “Sodas,” Heero announced with a grin. “They have a food counter, if you’re hungry.”
Duo took the drinks. “I dunno… It’s kind of late. Maybe I’ll just get a candy bar while you fill up.”
“All right.”
Duo crawled out of the low-slung vehicle and ambled into the store, noting only in passing that there seemed to be a lot of cops taking their break here. The clerk seemed kind of nervous. Maybe cops made him nervous? And the people sitting in the fast food area seemed to be resting rather than eating… The woman was awfully pale; maybe she wasn’t feeling well… And the counter-person was kind of… slumped on the counter. It *was* awfully late, though.
He found a large chocolate bar and paid for it with pocket change, before noticing that one of the cops was out talking to Heero.
“Wow,” he observed idly to the clerk. “You’re having a busy night, huh?”
“Yeah,” replied the clerk in an oddly high-pitched tone. “Busy.”
Duo smiled at him and left the store. He slid into his seat as Heero replaced the nozzle on the pump and faced the cop. The cop was writing something in his notebook. He nodded to Heero and turned away, and Heero headed into the store for his receipt. When he came back he got behind the wheel and fired the engine.
“So, what’s up with the cops?” Duo asked idly.
“Just collecting some information.”
“Fanboi-ing over your car?” Duo laughed. He peeled the wrapping off his chocolate and nibbled at the corner.
Heero grinned affectionately at him. “Maybe. It *is* a nice car.”
“That it is, big guy; that it is.”
Heero turned out of the lot and back to the on-ramp to continue the drive home.
