A Boarding School Facade - by
Jooles*
Chapter 5.1 - A Christmas Interlude
Usual Disclaimer stuff....I think
we get the point that I don’t own the show or its characters already. If
I did I would not be writing fanfiction. I’d be making another series of it for
G’s sake!
Author Notes: Just to be difficult I’ve divided this chapter into
four parts. Part One, Two, Three and Four. Frankie and Elana
Dorlian are Relena’s foster parents. They own a gas-station/garage and a
diner (Dorlian Diner). Rashid manages it, and Hilde works there
part-time. Frankie is still recovering from a heart attack he had earlier
on in the year.
St. Michael’s had shut its doors
for the Christmas holidays. Classes and dormitories were emptied.
The student-teacher body all but disappeared. And the frosty bite in the
atmosphere all but hinted at an oncoming siege of snow.
Relena’s drive back to Treventville
was uneventful to say the least. It was her arrival however, that held
the entire dramatization. Her foster mother, Elana met her at the door of
the Dorlian Diner a box of champagne flutes in hand. “Mum?”
Elana relaxed immensely at the
sighting of her foster daughter’s presence. “Thank god you’re here Relena.”
In a matter of moments she had somehow loosened Relena’s grip on her school
satchel and suitcase and had instead put in its place the box of champagne
flutes. “I really need your help at the Winner’s Christmas party
tonight.”
Relena eased the box in her arms
onto the outline of her hipbone. “Of course I’ll help you mother. I
always help you with Quatre’s Christmas parties.”
Elana handed Relena another
box. This one was filled with crisp and clean white tablecloths that had
been hired from the local Laundromat. “It’s not Quatre’s Christmas party
Relena. You know better than anyone how he dislikes those things.
It’s that wretched step-mother of his that throws them.”
“That so-called wretched
step-mother pays us a lot of money for catering them.” Relena chided her
mother. It was common knowledge that not many of Treventville’s
townspeople cared for Quatre’s stepmother, Quatre himself especially.
Disliking a person was certainly rare for Quatre. He always tried to see
the best in people, even in people who were downright criminal. But the
new Mrs. Winner was a terrible piece of work. She was the worst king of a
snob, young enough and pretty enough to be mistaken for one of Quatre’s many
sisters, and worst of all she had Quatre’s father wrapped around her perfectly
manicured finger.
“Yes I know dear. But that
doesn’t mean I have to like her any more for it.”
Relena rolled her eyes, “Whatever
you say mother. What do you want me to do with these boxes?”
Elana led Relena back out to her
car. “Keys?”
“Coat pocket. Sorry, but my
arms are kind of full.” Elana reached into the tan pea coat Quatre had
given her several years ago, retrieving the subject just spoken about.
She unlocked the door, allowing Relena to relieve herself of the weight in her
arms. “Can you drive these up to the Quatre’s? This is the last
stuff to go up there. Hilde’s setting up already. She’ll be glad to
see you and Quatre. She’s missed having you two around. Actually
we’ve all missed having you two around.” Relena smiled at her mother,
turning to get in the driver’s seat. “Oh how silly of me! Relena,
give your old mother a hug.” Relena was enveloped in the warmness of her
mother’s slight body. Relena leaned into Elana’s embrace. Elana may
not have been her blood mother by birth, but the bond that had developed
between the two over the years was likened to that of mother and daughter.
“I missed you too mum. Even
if I wasn’t gone that long.”
Elana brushed a sandy bang away
from Relena’s forehead, “Long enough for us to miss you.”
Relena gave her mother’s elbow a
squeeze before getting in the car, “I’ll be back in an hour.”
As Elana watched Relena drive off
in the pink VW Frankie had fixed up for her sixteenth birthday, she couldn’t
help but feel as though she’d missed a milestone point of Relena’s
growth. She’d only been away a short while, yet she looked as though
she’d gained the wisdom of an old maid, and the sadness of a spinster.
Something or some things had happened to Relena while she’d been at St.
Michael’s and they’d changed Relena somewhat. And Elana wasn’t sure if
the change was for the better.
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The Winner estate was at the best
of times a sprawling mass of pasture-like green. But in the biting chill
that was Treventville’s wintertime it was something akin to a winter
wonderland. Relena had spent much of her childhood years roaming the
Winner estate with Quatre in tow. Climbing the numerous oak tees,
skinny-dipping in the creek, playing hide and seek amongst the undergrowth…It
was those sort of innocent memories that were important to Relena. They
were the type of memories that helped smudge out the glumness that had
descended when her parents were murdered.
Relena gazed up at the daunting
mansion. Mansions… She hated them. They were so
large. Just big blocks of concrete with expensive art deco added to
them. But the Winner mansion Relena had always admired. It had a
sense of antiquity about it. And it wasn’t pitched out of concrete
block. Instead old-style tapestries (akin to Medieval times), antique oak
furniture and slightly controversial yet beautiful paintings gave the sprawling
home a warmness and style of its own.
“Relena, that you?”
Relena turned towards where the
side door leading to the mansion’s kitchen; where the voice had come
from. Hilde stood with her hands on her hips dressed in a ratty pair of
overalls that were distinctly splashed with flour and maybe a now dried, but
once runny egg yolk. There was no jacket or coat shielding her from the
cold; Hilde instead choosing to brave the forces of nature to greet her
friend. Perhaps a suggestion of her character…Hardworking, dedicated,
caring, loyal to her loved ones, in no way superficial and above all,
courageous.
“Hilde!” Relena cried as she
strode towards the person in question. “You have no idea how much I’ve
missed you…” Hilde shook her head as Relena went to hug her, “Uh uh, I’m
covered in baking crap. Unless you want to ruin your coat, I wouldn’t
recommend it.” Relena stepped backwards a bit, but couldn’t help but
grasp Hilde around the arms, a mirror of the familiarity and warmth that was
shared between the two. Hilde smiled at her. She’d missed her
friend terribly. Things just hadn’t been the same with both Quatre and
Relena gone. She’d had to put up with the other hick-town kids. The
majority of which would probably drop out of school before the end of the
year. In admittance, it had been quite lonely for her with her two
closest friends gone. Luckily between work at the Dorlian’s gas-station
and garage and the hordes of school work Hilde set herself to knowing, she
hadn’t had too much time to feel lonely or sorry for herself.
“So you’re back for Christmas, but
not for good?” Hilde questioned, leaning against the snow-laden
doorframe. If Quatre’s stepmother were to find the two of them at that
moment she would have told Hilde off for letting so much cold air into the
kitchen. “Come on inside, unless you want me to get in trouble with
you-know-who.” Hilde told her friend, pulling Relena by the arm of her
tan pea coat.
“But I’ve still got to bring stuff
in….” she began, but Hilde silenced her as she turned to face her friend once
again. This time a definite flush stained the usually creamy complexion
of her skin. “I’ve got something to tell you,” Hilde said, getting right
to the point at hand.
“Okay.”
Hilde was silent, obviously a
little embarrassed about whatever it was she was going to talk to Relena
about. “Oh come on Hilde. It can’t be all that bad.”
Hilde smiled. No, it wasn’t
at all bad. Quite the opposite, really.
“I met someone.”
“Here?” Relena asked in
startled disbelief. “In Treventville?” That was an impossible feat
in itself. Their hometown was such a small and uninteresting place.
And all the other teenagers their age were destined to grow up like their own
hick-town parents. “Impossible…”
Hilde shook her head
impishly. Not so impossible! She had that wicked gleam in her eye,
a sort of determined look you could call it. “Uh uh.”
‘So, who is he? And how did
you manage to meet ‘someone’ here? In Treventville?” Relena
questioned her friend, who was now idly wiping her dough-covered hands with a
towel found lying near the kitchen bench top.
“I think he’s staying here with Quatre,
or something. Cause I met him while coming down the hall from Quatre’s
room this morning – you know I wanted to catch up with him before his stepmum
got all ‘Commandant’-like on me.”
“I wonder who he is…” Relena said
more to herself than to Hilde. Quatre hadn’t mentioned to her that he was
to have friends staying with him during Christmas. Not that he was
obligated to or anything. An idea of who the person could possibly be
flickered in the recesses of Relena’s inquisitive mind. Perhaps Quatre had
invited the others back for Christmas…. Had it slipped his mind to tell
her??
“-I was coming out of Quatre’s room
when he saw me.” Hilde continued with the telling of her story. “He
teased me about paying Quatre an early morning visit. I suppose he was
suggesting that me and Quatre were doing the ‘wild thang’ or something like
that…”
“Why would he think that?”
“I dunno. I suppose it did
look kind of fishy, me coming out of Quatre’s room in the wee small hours of
the morning.”
Relena nodded in agreement.
Quatre’s friend obviously hadn’t found out about his sexual preference yet.
“Okay. Carry on.”
“He winked at me suggestively…like
he was saying ‘someone’s been getting some’. And you and I both know that
the day we ‘get some’ from Quatre is the day Mozart rises from his grave.”
Relena couldn’t help but
chuckle. True – true.
“Anyway for some reason I explained
to him that me and Quatre were friends and nothing more. He got to asking
me why we were just that, and I said as plainly as possible that we were almost
like brother and sister. Oh! That reminds me, when I said that he
muttered something like ‘Another one just like Lena.’ Did he mean you
Relena?” Hilde asked her friend, wanting to know more about the violet-eyed,
braided boy she’d met earlier on in the day.
Relena had her suspicions of who of
their friends from St. Michael’s Hilde had met that morning. “What did he
look like?”
Hilde flushed. His looks were
certainly striking, but they weren’t the most important thing. For some
reason it had been his charm and the wicked gleam in his eye that had won her
over – although he didn’t even know he’d been won. “Quite tall, kind of
lanky looking. He’s got these huge violet eyes that look kind of lazy,
but you can tell are taking in everything around him. And I suppose the
most distinctive thing about him is his long hair. It’s kind of a
chestnut brown colour and is pulled back in a braid that runs all the way down
his back….”
Relena didn’t even have to think
hard to pinpoint which of her new friends had captured Hilde’s attention.
“Duo.”
“Huh?”
“His name’s Duo Maxwell. He
goes to school with us at St. Michael’s.” Relena explained. She
crossed her fingers that Hilde wouldn’t go all girly on her and insist on
hearing every singly minute detail about Duo. Some things were left
better unsaid.
“Duo Maxwell.” Hilde tried
the name out on her tongue, liking the sound of it. Now she had a name to
go with the face. “I like him.”
Relena nodded. “I like him
too. He’s a good friend.”
“Only a friend though,
right?” Hilde looked at her worriedly. It was rare for her to look
worried. She’d always been too carefree and uninterested when it came to
matters of the heart.
Relena nodded. “You didn’t tell
me the rest of your story.”
Hilde had begun flattening the
contents of the dough she’d made into a square on the bench. Relena
wrinkled her nose. Her own attempts at baking had never been that
profound. She preferred to stick with serving the food up. Hilde
however was quite talented in that she could cook, waitress, succeed in school
and fix a car. At the best of times Relena could ably change the tyre of
a car. And although she couldn’t cook she made up with her smooth moves when
it came to waitressing. And her schoolwork wasn’t too bad either.
Hilde talked as she flattened the
dough even more so with a marble rolling pin. “It’s nothing really.
We kind of got to talking about silly things like Christmas and reindeer and
how Quatre’s always trying to do the right thing. Trivial things
really. I guess you could say that the way he talked charmed me in a
way.” She’d begun to plunge Star-like cookie cutters into the
dough. “Funny eh? I never thought I’d be the type to fall for a guy
after talking with him for just a couple of minutes. Weird…”
Relena shrugged. She wasn’t
one to talk. The guy she liked was as unfriendly as people came. He
had a major attitude problem. He didn’t like talking much, if anything at
all. And the most common word you could get out of him was ‘hn’, and
Relena didn’t count the sound caused from gritting one’s teeth together as a
word. But the way Heero made the sound so often, one could almost mistake
it as one. …. ‘part of his vocabulary’…..Relena mused.
“Hey Hilde, did Quatre bring
anybody else back with him?” Relena asked suddenly interested at the
prospect that their other friends from St. Michael’s might also be spending
Christmas with the Winner family and friends.
Hilde tilted her head to one side,
a raven bang flopping onto her forehead. “Not sure…though Quatre’s wing
of the house did look kind of occupied more than usual this morning.”
That was confirmation enough for
Relena. She wondered if Heero was amongst the others staying with Quatre.
“Hey, what’s the time?”
Hilde pointed to the clock near
the door. Relena’s hour was almost up. She needed to get back to
the Diner to change for the evening. “I’ve got to go. Are you
working tonight?”
Hilde shook her head. “No
way…I’m an invited guest you know!”
Relena smiled. She’d been invited
also. But Elana needed her help more. And Mrs. Winner’s Christmas
party was after all just that – another Christmas party. Waving at her
friend, Relena called out as she made her way out the door, “It’s good that
you’re a guest. You can blow Duo away with those dance moves we learnt
over summer.”
Hilde shook her head at her
friend. Relena was only teasing. She didn’t however deny the fact
that she was planning to ‘blow Duo away’. She’d wear a dress – nothing
fancy of course, and boogie the night away. She didn’t plan on making a
dramatic appearance or hang off Duo’s every word. She did however plan to catch
up with him and even ask him for a dance or two. If they clicked they
clicked. Hilde couldn’t help but silently pray that they did.
He’d had such a charming smile.
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Relena trekked back to her car, her
boots making a mushy sound as her feet pushed themselves into the flaky bits of
snow laden on the ground. Relena wondered what it would be like to have a
Christmas without snow. It seemed somewhat criminal to her; no snow at
Christmas time.
Opening the door Relena forgot that
the reason she’d driven to the Winner estate in the first place was so that she
could deliver the boxes of champagne flutes and tablecloths.
Kicking at the ground, as though
snow was actually laden on the ground, Relena couldn’t help but moan a little
in frustration. “Nice one.” She muttered.
Picking up the two boxes that she
somehow managed to awkwardly balance in her arms, she turned to make her way
back to the kitchen where Hilde was surely to tease her relentlessly about her
featherbrain traits. Not that she really was one. She just tended
to get a tad carried away sometimes.
“Ahh!” She almost dropped the
two boxes in her arms. Upon turning around she’d promptly met the stature
of the person she’d been pondering on while Hilde had chatted about Duo.
Heero.
He stood no more than three feet
from her, standing in a casual stance, dressed in jeans and what looked to be
his own version of a suede pea coat. His dark hair looked just as tousled
as it always did, and his ingrained smirk was in place. His eyes however,
suggested his own surprise at seeing her. If she hadn’t met his own
piercing gaze with her own inquiring one, she would be in question at his
reaction to seeing her.
You could never tell a lie when it
came to eyes. Even with cold, distant and merciless ones. Heero’s
eyes were no different. Relena knew that if she weren’t careful she’d
lose herself in the midst of his Prussian blue eyes. No matter how cold
callous and unrelenting his stare was.
“Heero?”
He nodded at her. Okay – well
at least he’d acknowledged her presence.
“What are you doing here?”
She asked while struggling with the box of tablecloths. Her balancing act
had been jilted when she’d flinched in the surprise she’d felt when she’d first
seen Heero.
“Staying with Quatre.”
“Uh huh.” Her small hands
attempted to push the box back on top. “For Christmas?”
He nodded once more.
“Are you going to the party
tonight?” She tried a new topic of conversation.
He shrugged.
Relena gritted her teeth in
irritation. She couldn’t help but sarcastically think about how he was such
the conversationalist! He had wonderful talking skills. In
fact he could probably run for conversationalist of the year with the
skills of diplomacy he had.
She started to walk towards the
kitchen, wanting to leave Heero standing by himself, the way he’d left her by
herself numerous times that term.
But he stopped her.
He was always doing that sort of
thing to her. Stopping her mid-stride. With a word, a gesture, the
glint in his eye. It was disturbing this power he held over her.
And yet, she got an alarmingly
strange sort of buzz out of it. If he was capable of doing strange things
to her, did that mean that she did the same to him??
Heero stepped in her path, pulling
the top box she was carrying into his own arms. “I’ll help you.”
He didn’t have to say much.
Words weren’t always needed between them. Even though Relena sometimes
wished he’d say more. But she was smart enough to be content with his
gesture of citizenship.
It was funny. There were so
many quirks to their relationship. They could have been boyfriend and
girlfriend. But Relena wasn’t even sure if they were friends.
And she wasn’t sure that she wanted
to be friends.
She’d always had bigger plans for
Heero.
As they trekked their way towards
the kitchen, Relena studied his profile. He probably knew she was staring
at him. Just as she knew when he was watching her. Before he turned
to meet her own gaze, she turned her head.
It was like a game for her.
And for him.
But with him here, in her hometown,
amongst her friends and family for Christmas, she had the upper hand. She
stood an awfully favourable chance of winning the game this time ‘round.
She turned this time to meet his own gaze. There was a hidden longing in
those eyes, masked by sheer determination not to give in. Not to be
weak. Not to let desire – longing – and dear she say it, love get in the
way of his mission. Whatever the personal mission he had actually was….
“Thanks.” Relena hummed as he
gruffly handed the box back to her. “I’ll see you at the party tonight.”
“You’re going?”
She chose her next words
carefully. “Well, I was invited. But my mum needs me to waitress
instead.”
“You’re working?”
She nodded. They didn’t say
any parting words. They only ever said what was in fact needed to be
said. She mused that he didn’t often say what he really – deep in his
heart wanted to say.
Maybe someday he would. When
he finally could face it.
Until then, Relena would wait.
Oh…he had such beautiful eyes.
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End Part One of Chapter Five….tbc