A Turn of Seasons 02: Rewakening Emotions
Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2003 10:23 pm
"A Turn of Seasons"
A Full Metal Panic! Story
by Trekkiexb5
Category: Drama, Romance
Couples: SSxKC, KWxMM
Rating: R for language, lime and stupid college stunts. There will be some Lemon stuff later. If you care!
Posting: I'm posting at fanfiction.net and at blissfulignorance.com, but anyone can post it, as long as my name stays attached. AND you write me and tell me how bad (or good) it was.
Summary: She put everything behind her, Whispered, Mithril, and Japan to find a new beginning in America. He was trying to repair the damage to his life and further his career. What wasn't explained is how they met in a tiny college in Michigan, years later.
Full Metal Panic! Isn’t mine. If it was, the screw-ups in military ranking system would be non-existent and British sub captains would have British accents.
Author's notes:
I never have notes. I rant.
A little TOO much, to my dismay. So to all of those who (That is, on the FMP! site) have patience with me, thank you. <author bows deeply> I got a little on the preachy side, something I HATE, and I apologize. Thank you for your understanding. <grovels pitifully> I’M SO SOOOORRRRYYYY!!!!!
For those who don't know, I got into a fight over the ethnicity of Sousake. I had valid points to have him being Afghani, but was told I was wrong, that he is Japanese. I threw a fit, but everyone seems to be patient with me about it. For the record; the creator of the anime decided to have a Japanese hero. But his background suggests Afghani. I'm making a compromise. My Sousake will be Afghani/Japanese in ethnicity.
Why all the fuss? I try to be accurate as possible, without going off canon. I cannot do that in this case. Sorry to all offended.
FYI--The town and college are fictional. Michigan isn't, as much as I try to convince people. Hey! I can say that! I'm a GANder!
***
NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
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***Tame as a lamb. Sorry.
"A Turn of Seasons"
Chapter 2
Reawakening Emotions.
I never thought I would meet her ever again. Especially here, in the states. She had shut herself off from everybody, including her best friend and abruptly left Japan. When Shinji e-mailed me with the news, I grabbed the first flight to Japan, fearing her capture or worse.
No one had answers, even Kyouko and Mizuki knew nothing of her whereabouts. Her family, now residing in Japan, wouldn't talk. Only a call from Sgt.Major Mao informing me that she was safe and attending college in the United States reassured me.
I waited by the computer, checking my e-mail every half hour. I was in constant communication with Shinji and Kyouko. We all three waited, and waited.
But she never wrote, never called.
It hurt. It hurt more than I ever thought it could. I thought it was my fault, that I had offended her in some way (well, more than the usual), but Kyouko assured me that she spoke very highly of me. But I wasn't so sure. Kaname's disappearance became the catalyst to my own problems that eventually brought me to this college.
And to this bookstore.
It REALLY was a concinidence.
Thank you Allah, God, Buddha, Fate, whomever.
She just stared at me, with this surprised look on her face. "Miss Ch...Kaname?" I asked, catching myself from falling on old patterns.
She shook her head, a shower of dust that painted her hair a gray flew from the strands. "Sousake?"
I smiled, trying to reassure her. And to reassure myself, for I thought she was an apparition. "Yes, it is."
"How...?" She shook her head again. Then she smiled. I was relieved. I was wondering if she was going to start throwing things at me. Then to my amazement, he stepped forward and hugged me. "Never mind that!" She said to my chest. "It's so good to see you!"
She's hugging me. I very carefully wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She took a half step back but kept her arms around my middle. So I left my hands at her waist. I hope it was appropriate.
"Really, It's good to see you! You look terrific!" She said with a brilliant smile on her face.
"Ahhh...You look quite well yourself, Miss...Kaname." She looked beautiful, actually. She had what looked like some very uncomfortable footwear on, a pair of jean shorts, a tank top and a zip-up sweatshirt with the college emblem on it. Her hair, still looked gray from the dust, was pulled back in a messy braid and had a pair of sunglasses perched on top. In her hand was her backpack. She had to be the most gorgeous person on the planet.
There was an awkward silence that followed my comment. I was so unsure what to say next. Suddenly, a noise emanated from her stomach. A moment later, it was echoed by mine. We both looked sheepishly at each other clutching our middles.
Then we laughed.
"It seems you are hungry. If you would like, to me for a late lunch, after a paying for my purchases? It would be my treat." I jumped at this, now that the tension seemed to leave us. I didn't want to leave her presence just yet.
She smiled and nodded. "I would love to, Sousake."
We quickly made short work of the pile, and then she followed me to cash register to pay for the books. I held the door open for her. "Where are you parked?"
She blushed. "I walked. I don't have a car."
I looked at her. "From campus?" She again nodded, blushing harder. In those shoes? The campus is three miles from here. There was something odd going on, like she wasn't telling me everything, put I couldn't put my finger on it. Mentally shaking my head and berating myself for been too suspicious, I replied, "Then, we will use my car."
She nodded but didn't say anything. There was something... No! I will not ruin this meeting with my questions and speculation. It could be nothing. Maybe, she didn't want a car or felt like walking every where or... I told myself to shut up.
My car, a blue 2000 Cavalier (used with 40,000 miles) was parked on the corner of the block. I opened the passenger door for her. She thanked me and got in. After stowing my backpack and store bag of books in the back seat, I got in the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Where would you like to eat, Kaname?" I asked her as I pulled onto the street.
"You're treating, you pick,” She answered me smiling.
I was going to argue that she should be the one but I though better of it. I loose just about every argument I ever had with her. Besides, I didn't want this first meeting to be spoiled by a fight. "Italian?" I asked, knowing she liked it.
She grinned. "Great choice!"
"Uhhhh...I am not too familiar with the area, yet," Liar, Sousake! "Do you know of a good restaurant? Don't worry about the price." Anything for you.
As she rattled off a place and started to guide me through the streets, I suddenly realized what was happening to me.
I fought my emotions the first time I was with her. I told myself, you have a duty, a job to protect her. But it happened. I didn't really act on them, but it happened. She was tough enough, openhearted enough, and kind enough to put up with me. And I must have been the worst.
When I left, I wasn't sure how to react, so I kept the friendship going. She deserves better, I thought. She deserves better than a soldier with no personality.
Now, years later and far calmer and (I think) wiser than I was in Japan, It was happening again and there was no duty to hide behind. I knew I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to.
I was falling for her all over again.
******
R&R pleez!!!!
A Full Metal Panic! Story
by Trekkiexb5
Category: Drama, Romance
Couples: SSxKC, KWxMM
Rating: R for language, lime and stupid college stunts. There will be some Lemon stuff later. If you care!
Posting: I'm posting at fanfiction.net and at blissfulignorance.com, but anyone can post it, as long as my name stays attached. AND you write me and tell me how bad (or good) it was.
Summary: She put everything behind her, Whispered, Mithril, and Japan to find a new beginning in America. He was trying to repair the damage to his life and further his career. What wasn't explained is how they met in a tiny college in Michigan, years later.
Full Metal Panic! Isn’t mine. If it was, the screw-ups in military ranking system would be non-existent and British sub captains would have British accents.
Author's notes:
I never have notes. I rant.
A little TOO much, to my dismay. So to all of those who (That is, on the FMP! site) have patience with me, thank you. <author bows deeply> I got a little on the preachy side, something I HATE, and I apologize. Thank you for your understanding. <grovels pitifully> I’M SO SOOOORRRRYYYY!!!!!
For those who don't know, I got into a fight over the ethnicity of Sousake. I had valid points to have him being Afghani, but was told I was wrong, that he is Japanese. I threw a fit, but everyone seems to be patient with me about it. For the record; the creator of the anime decided to have a Japanese hero. But his background suggests Afghani. I'm making a compromise. My Sousake will be Afghani/Japanese in ethnicity.
Why all the fuss? I try to be accurate as possible, without going off canon. I cannot do that in this case. Sorry to all offended.
FYI--The town and college are fictional. Michigan isn't, as much as I try to convince people. Hey! I can say that! I'm a GANder!
***
NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
***Tame as a lamb. Sorry.
"A Turn of Seasons"
Chapter 2
Reawakening Emotions.
I never thought I would meet her ever again. Especially here, in the states. She had shut herself off from everybody, including her best friend and abruptly left Japan. When Shinji e-mailed me with the news, I grabbed the first flight to Japan, fearing her capture or worse.
No one had answers, even Kyouko and Mizuki knew nothing of her whereabouts. Her family, now residing in Japan, wouldn't talk. Only a call from Sgt.Major Mao informing me that she was safe and attending college in the United States reassured me.
I waited by the computer, checking my e-mail every half hour. I was in constant communication with Shinji and Kyouko. We all three waited, and waited.
But she never wrote, never called.
It hurt. It hurt more than I ever thought it could. I thought it was my fault, that I had offended her in some way (well, more than the usual), but Kyouko assured me that she spoke very highly of me. But I wasn't so sure. Kaname's disappearance became the catalyst to my own problems that eventually brought me to this college.
And to this bookstore.
It REALLY was a concinidence.
Thank you Allah, God, Buddha, Fate, whomever.
She just stared at me, with this surprised look on her face. "Miss Ch...Kaname?" I asked, catching myself from falling on old patterns.
She shook her head, a shower of dust that painted her hair a gray flew from the strands. "Sousake?"
I smiled, trying to reassure her. And to reassure myself, for I thought she was an apparition. "Yes, it is."
"How...?" She shook her head again. Then she smiled. I was relieved. I was wondering if she was going to start throwing things at me. Then to my amazement, he stepped forward and hugged me. "Never mind that!" She said to my chest. "It's so good to see you!"
She's hugging me. I very carefully wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her a squeeze. She took a half step back but kept her arms around my middle. So I left my hands at her waist. I hope it was appropriate.
"Really, It's good to see you! You look terrific!" She said with a brilliant smile on her face.
"Ahhh...You look quite well yourself, Miss...Kaname." She looked beautiful, actually. She had what looked like some very uncomfortable footwear on, a pair of jean shorts, a tank top and a zip-up sweatshirt with the college emblem on it. Her hair, still looked gray from the dust, was pulled back in a messy braid and had a pair of sunglasses perched on top. In her hand was her backpack. She had to be the most gorgeous person on the planet.
There was an awkward silence that followed my comment. I was so unsure what to say next. Suddenly, a noise emanated from her stomach. A moment later, it was echoed by mine. We both looked sheepishly at each other clutching our middles.
Then we laughed.
"It seems you are hungry. If you would like, to me for a late lunch, after a paying for my purchases? It would be my treat." I jumped at this, now that the tension seemed to leave us. I didn't want to leave her presence just yet.
She smiled and nodded. "I would love to, Sousake."
We quickly made short work of the pile, and then she followed me to cash register to pay for the books. I held the door open for her. "Where are you parked?"
She blushed. "I walked. I don't have a car."
I looked at her. "From campus?" She again nodded, blushing harder. In those shoes? The campus is three miles from here. There was something odd going on, like she wasn't telling me everything, put I couldn't put my finger on it. Mentally shaking my head and berating myself for been too suspicious, I replied, "Then, we will use my car."
She nodded but didn't say anything. There was something... No! I will not ruin this meeting with my questions and speculation. It could be nothing. Maybe, she didn't want a car or felt like walking every where or... I told myself to shut up.
My car, a blue 2000 Cavalier (used with 40,000 miles) was parked on the corner of the block. I opened the passenger door for her. She thanked me and got in. After stowing my backpack and store bag of books in the back seat, I got in the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Where would you like to eat, Kaname?" I asked her as I pulled onto the street.
"You're treating, you pick,” She answered me smiling.
I was going to argue that she should be the one but I though better of it. I loose just about every argument I ever had with her. Besides, I didn't want this first meeting to be spoiled by a fight. "Italian?" I asked, knowing she liked it.
She grinned. "Great choice!"
"Uhhhh...I am not too familiar with the area, yet," Liar, Sousake! "Do you know of a good restaurant? Don't worry about the price." Anything for you.
As she rattled off a place and started to guide me through the streets, I suddenly realized what was happening to me.
I fought my emotions the first time I was with her. I told myself, you have a duty, a job to protect her. But it happened. I didn't really act on them, but it happened. She was tough enough, openhearted enough, and kind enough to put up with me. And I must have been the worst.
When I left, I wasn't sure how to react, so I kept the friendship going. She deserves better, I thought. She deserves better than a soldier with no personality.
Now, years later and far calmer and (I think) wiser than I was in Japan, It was happening again and there was no duty to hide behind. I knew I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to.
I was falling for her all over again.
******
R&R pleez!!!!
keep it up!!