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Macross 7 fanfic:
Disclaimer: I obviously didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a fan...
Standard Disclaimers apply!
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (10/12)
:: ... :: denotes thoughts
"/ ... \" denotes singing
###################### ...###################### denotes flashback sequence
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#########begin flash back#############
"Room 239"
Ray paused in front of the blue door before bending down.
::Basara said that the hotel key was under the mat.::
He moved his fingers under the tatami until he felt the cold recognition of
a metal key card.
"Jackpot."
*********
"What would you like?"
Gamlin waved his hand.
"Oh, I won't be having anything, Mylene, what would you like?"
"How about a triple layered fudge sunday with chocolate chips and a large
order of cheese fries."
The waitress sweatdropped.
"Okay."
*********
The car stopped along with the low humming of of the engine.
"Well."
Basara sighed before removing his seatbelt. "Is it in here?"
Raina nodded.
"This place has killer fruit parfait."
*********
The green-clad waitress was back. With one silky motion she emptied the
contents of her tray onto the waiting table.
"Here you go."
Mylene didn't hesitate to reach for the ice cream.
Gamlin smiled. "You must have worked up quite an appetite today."
"Hardly." Mylene said between a heaping spoonful.
*********
Ray placed a hand under his chin.
"Now where's that music?"
He paced across the living room and almost
made it past the bathroom when something caught his eye. It was a quick
motion that nearly slipped him. He paused.
"Basara?"
Upon hearing no response, he pushed the door fully open. He gasped.
There, blowing in the wind of a nearby window... Basara's window at that...
was a pair of Mylene's cotton shorts.
*********
"What do you plan on doing for the rest of the day?"
Basara looked up from his sandwich.
"I thought we were just coming to eat lunch."
Raina rested her glass on the cream tablecloth.
"Do you have something better to do than spend time with me?"
"Yes."
Raina nodded.
"I understand."
*********
Ray clenched his teeth. This was bad.
:: I was afraid this would happen.::
As he ventured into the bedroom, he became increasingly worried. He
proceeded to sniff the sheets for the possible smell of sex.
:: nothing odd... unless he changed them.::
He turned around knocking down a small lamp post. Ray grinned.
Under the crystal lamp and the up-turned wooden bed rest was an array of
papers with black markings.
"Would you look at that."
*********
Gamlin's face became plaintive.
"We have to talk."
Mylene froze.
"I'm listening." She could feel her stomach twisting... Something was wrong.
The way he looked at her. The way his eyes glistened.
"I don't think--"
***
Basara rose to leave. The hotel was only about a block from here. Walking he
could meet up with Ray in 5 minutes. As he ventured out of the restaurant,
he spotted Gamlin and Mylene in a booth by the door.
***
Mylene dropped the ketchup bottle.
"Wha--"
As the bottle rolled, red tainted the cream tablecloth.
Gamlin watched as her eyes began to water. He brushed a hand against her
cheek. "Please don't cry."
Mylene shook her head in disbeleif. She was about to lose the best friend she
ever had. Gamlin continued to speak, but for her, his words were nothing but
incoherent babble.
"... That's why we can't be friends either." He moved to place a light kiss
on her forehead.
As Mylene inhaled his scent the tears began to start.
"It's for the best."
He turned to get his coat, reaching in to get his wallet.
He placed a 10000 yen bill on the table. With that he rose to leave.
***
Basara watched Gamlin out of the corner of his eye before deciding to exit.
::I hope she'll be alright.::
***
Mylene sat for a while. She wasn't hungry anymore.
Gamlin's voice continued to echo in her head.
::I don't think I want to see you anymore.::
*********
Gamlin rested his head on the steering wheel of his car. He wondered if he
did the right thing. It could have been the biggest mistake of his life.
::No. You couldn't live like this.::
A ghost of Mylene's smiling face was replaced by the memory of her tear
filled visage. Whatever confidence he had in the restaurant disappeared.
He touched trembling hands to his forehead.
"What have I done?"
*********
When the elevator chimed, he knew he had reached the second floor.
With key in hand, he stalked past the reppetive blues and green. Green wall,
blue door, green wall, Blue doors... only these had the numbers 2, 3, and 9.
Basara turned the knob revealing a large, tan, and angry man.
"Ray, did you find the music?"
Basara closed the door behind him.
"Basara, what is the meaning of this?"
Ray chucked Mylene's clothes in Basara's direction.
For the second time that day articles of clothing were thrown at him.
"What's the meaning of what?" He mumbled as he examined the balled up
shorts and shirt.
Ray tried to stay calm although he was beginning to lose it.
"What are those doing in your hotel room?"
"It's not what you think."
Basara said mater-of-factly.
Ray breathed in.
"Basara, What's going on between you and Mylene?"
Ray tried to read his expression.
Basara spoke.
"Did you read the music?"
"Yes."
Ray watched Basara a bit. His anger was beginning subside.
"Basara." He walked over to place a hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"I think you need to sort your feelings out."
Basara shook his head.
"I'm not confused about myself."
Ray sighed.
"Just don't do anything you would regret." With that, he turned to leave.
##########end flashback############
Basara's heart ached and as he strummed the strings of his guitar, the music
seemed to coax the fire in his heart.
"/ She comes to me when I'm feelin'down\"
"/inspires me\"
"/without a sound she touches me...\"
"/and I get turned around... oh\"
Today had been a strange day, yet as the sun sank,
he couldn't help but feel completely relaxed.
"/she's got a smile that heals me...\"
"/mm... don't know why it is\"
"/but I have to laugh when she reveals me\"
"/She's got a way about her\"
"/I don't what it is...\"
"/But I know that I know that can't live without her anyway... \"
"/..hay...\"
Basara finished, plucking every string on his acoustic guitar.
He breathed in feeling more alive than any moment in his entire life.
"Love..."
Basara fiddled with the strings.
"It's like fire in your heart..."
TO BE CONTINUED
NOTES:
1. This is a genuine rough draft!!!