Macross 7 fanfic: Soul in Tune with a Wish (5/12) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* It had been about a week since their first visit to the hospital. The mayor was the picture of health. She had recieved a concussion when she slipped on a few letters of complaints. Max, Mylene, Basara and Gamlin helped her recovery by their frequent, and regular visits. When the doctors agreed upon her condition, she was released shortly after. After her release, she was encouraged to rest... but even that was not possible for a woman such as the mayor. *********** "We've raised over 200,000 yen." exclaimed Basara... or at least he was supposed to. "Cut!" yelled the director. "What wrong with you two?" "Make-up, their sweating again." The women rushed towards the two. "Michael-san, their both burning up." "What do you mean?" Questioned the director. "They both have extremely high fevers." "I'm fine." interjected Basara. "Me too..." drifted Mylene. "Bring a nurse!" Yelled the director as he pulled out a metal canteen. *********** The frequent visits to the hospital had taken a huge toll on their health. Travelling daily from the sweltering humidity of Hollywood to the arctic coldness of City 7, had caused Mylene and Basara to be stricken with the flu. They each were given a sick period, in which they were instructed to recover as soon as possible. Milia bustled around Mylene's hotel room. The yellow light of a tall streetlamp streamed through the window. The crescent moon was barely visable in the darkness. ::Katchoo:: Mylene crumbled another tissue "This is really beautiful." Millia stated as she made her way to Mylene's bed. "This is the treatment they give stars like my daughter." "Mom. are you spending the night again?" "I can't tonight. I have a long meeting followed by a dinner with your dad... It's our anniversary, remember?" "Oh yeah!" Mylene sat up hastily. "You two seem much happier since you got back together." "Mylene, don't start." "What? I'm just telling the truth. And besides, dad isn't scared of you anymore." Milia chuckled. "He better be afraid if he didn't get me a good gift." Milia bent over her daughter. "I made you some chicken soup. It's in the microwave." "You don't say... you opened a can?" "Don't start Mylene." "What?" She kissed her daughter on the forehead and floated out of the room. "Goodbye mama." Mylene closed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to sleep. Her eyes fluttered open every once in a while observing how much time had passed. She rose from her reclining postion and reached for one of the remote controls. She was possesed by the idea to bother Basara. She couldn't seem to stamp him out of her thoughts... Everything reminded her of him. She punched in his number. ** Basara could not sleep either. Not only was he sick, but he was also disturbed. ::Ring Ring:: Basara groaned before picking up his remote control. He pressed a green button revealing Mylene's face. "What do you want?" "Basara, this is all your fault." "Is that what you called for?" Her thin pink eyebrow arched in anger. "I'm serious. You owe me an apology." "Yes yes. I'm sorry Mylene." ::Click:: He cut off the line. Mylene stared at the blank screen. "I can't believe he just did that!" She dialed again. ::Ring Ring:: "What do you want?" "I'm bored." ::Click:: :: Ring Ring:: "Basara!" "Don't call me again." ::click:: Basara counted aloud. "One, two, three." ::Ring Ring:: He grinned silently to himself. She was so easy to lure. He would set the bait, and she'd take it. Hook, line, and sinker. "What is it?" He asked, gaining pleasure from the needy expression on her face. "Why are you being so mean. I'm not feeling well and you just ignore me." She rubbed her eyes before continuing. "The least you could do is talk to me." Basara noted how cute she looked in her PJs. "Alright alright. How are you feeling." "Bad. How about you?" "I'm--" ::Knock knock:: "Wait a second Basara, let me see who it is." Mylene jumped out of her bed, racing towards the door. "Who is it?" "It's Gamlin." The familiar voice called. "Uh... hold on!" Mylene ran over to the screen. "It's Gamlin! Bye Basara." "You can't jus--" ::Click:: Basara sighed. It wasn't fair. She controlled so much of him. His entire mood could change with just one smile from her. He reached for his guitar and began to fiddle with the strings. *********** "I'm sorry to bother you." "It's okay." said Mylene. "Here, I bought you these." "Arigatou!" said Mylene. "So how was your day?" "Hectic." Gamlin replied. "Since you two have been sick, they decided to shoot *all* of the pilot scenes. I've had a long day." "Really. I was so bored." Mylene placed the flowers into a vase. "Well, are you feeling better?" "A little, but I'm more bored than tired. Let's tell eachother scary stories!" Gamlin rubbed his hand behind his head. "I don't know how." "Then make one up. It's easy." Mylene hopped onto her bed. "Come on." "In your bed??" Asked a blushing Gamlin. "It's okay... unless you have ulterior motives?!?!" "No! I would never!" Gamlin removed his shoes and followed Mylene. He lay beside her and she rested her head in the crook of his arm, draping her right arm over his stomach. "Go ahead." She closed her eyes. "uh... Well... there was a man... he lived in this very hotel room... He found himself helplessy in love with a woman... He wasn't sure if she loved him in return." "What happened ..." whispered Mylene as she drifted into sleep's grasp. "Well, he fell deeper and deeper. Later, he was killed in a plane crash. Every night, he goes to each hotel room and whistles in every sleeping girl's ears..." Gamlin moved closer to Mylene... "Do you love me?" Her breathing stabilized. She was sound asleep. He didn't feel like getting up. He wanted them to stay this way if not forever, just a little while longer. *********** Basara stuck the dull pencil in his ear. He plucked his strings for a few minutes, reviewing what he had written. ~ *So close* *So close* *So close* *so close* Close to me Darling you get close to me. You found the very heart in me. And drown out my misery. You got a way of ending all my troubles *Ending all my troubles* When you get close to me. *when you get close to me* Prove to me. Baby you can prove to me. When I'm sad as I can be. When the world has turned on me. You got a way of Solving all my problems *Solving all my problems* When you get close to me *when you get close to me* hmmm I don't talk to nobody much But I can talk to you. You must have that magic touch...~ Basara stopped and picked up his pencil again. Under the sloppy rows of dots, he wrote more lyrics. ~Cause i'm falling in love with you... Ooooohh.~ TO BE CONTINUED... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTES: 1. The song Basara is singing/ writing was sung/possibly written by a guy named Derrick Harriot. It's called 'Close to Me'and I think the version I heard was a cover... I love that song! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------