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Macross 7 fanfic:
Disclaimer: I didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a fan... possibly the most
obsessed... *sniff* Standard Disclaimers apply.
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::...:: Denotes thoughts
"/...\" Denotes singing
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (8/12)
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Rain began to pound against the roof of the studio. Michael Kirigoe studied
the neon green numbers of his digital rolex:
3:45.
He took a swig of his vodka. In a matter of hours, the programmed skies
seemed to burst open. It was unseasonably bad weather.
::at an unreasonable time:: he thought to himself.
He muttered a few cuss words as he rose from the couch in his office.
He debated whether or not he should call the photographer.
::Today would be the perfect day to shoot posters.::
********
Mylene paced across the west lobby. She knew she was forgetting something.
Her mind had long since stopped functioning properly. Maybe it was the rain...
or maybe it was the memory of Basara's golden eyes.
She sighed before glancing at a nearby window. Thunder rumbled as a lonely
raindrop streaked down the glass onto the window pane.
"The weather was so nice this afternoon..."
********
"May I take your order?"
Gamlin rested his cup on the waiting saucer.
"Oh no. I'm waiting for someone."
He smiled uneasily.
The waitress nodded before walking away.
*********
"So what do you make of those two?"
Ken adjusted his reading glasses.
"Well today was only the first session. They'll learn to work together."
Ken flipped through his planner.
"It'll be hard to get Basara to open up... "
Raina grinned.
"I hope I get to know him better."
Ken removed his glasses.
"I saw that... The way you were looking at him... It's a dangerous thing."
Raina rolled her eyes.
"Since when is attraction dangerous?"
Ken raised a finger.
"It's dangerous to mix business with pleasure."
"It is dangerous..."
*********
Basara pushed the doors of the west lobby. He needed to get out of that cramped
studio. The walls seemed to be closing in.
!!Thump!!
"Ooops."
Basara released the handle and waited a few seconds. The next time he opened
the door, he found Mylene plastered onto the floor.
"I should have known it was you." He reached a hand to help her up.
When Mylene placed her hand in his, he cursed himself for parking in the
west parking lot.
"Are you okay?"
Mylene nodded, suddenly at a loss of words.
"Well, i'm going back to the hotel... Would you like a ride?"
Mylene nodded.
***
Mylene touched a hand to the rolled up windows.
"It was so nice this afternoon."
Basara sensed the strange aura he always felt when he was in her presence. It
relaxed him as he eased some weight off the accelerator.
"Now it's raining."
Basara rested his glasses on the dash board. He had the sudden urge to get wet.
To have his senses washed by the rythm of falling droplets. Mylene watched as he
opened the sunroof.
"What are you doing?"
She questioned. "We'll get wet."
Basara leaned his head back allowing the rainwater to dance across his face
and the interior of the car.
"We'll get sick again."
Mylene protested against distant thundering.
"Who cares."
Basara stopped the car and closed his eyes.
"..."
Mylene watched him.
::Basara.::
Lightening flashed brightly. Thunder rumbled and before long she too outstretched
her hands. It was strange feeling the soft, cold patter on her palms. She too
leaned back joining Basara in bliss. "Who cares!" She yelled eliciting warm
laughter from him.
Sheer pleasure as the cold rain beat against their skin... But when
Mylene's laughter turned to sneezing, Basara closed the roof of the car.
"What's wrong?"
She questioned.
"It's time to get you inside."
***
"Here you go, it's on the house."
Gamlin accepted. "Thank you."
The waitress smiled.
::Poor guy... who would stand him up?::
***
"Here."
A white blouse landed on Mylene's head.
"Put those wet clothes over there. I'll dry them."
Basara moved to the kitchen.
Mylene yelled after him.
"We're going to get sick again."
Basara pulled out a kettle.
"Michael is gonna flip."
Mylene grinned as she removed her top.
"I can just imagine him... WHERE ARE THOSE--"
** same time in the studio **
"WHERE ARE THOSE IDIOTS!"
Raina sweatdropped.
"They went home. I told them they were done for today."
"You what???"
Michael began to rub his temples. "I called the photographer and he's
ready to shoot. I pay him by the minute! What do you mean they're gone."
Raina sighed.
"It was their first day working with us and they worked very hard. You should cut
them some slack."
Michael reached into his pocket for his canteen.
"Don't tell me--"
**same time in Basara's hotel room **
"Don't tell me how to run my movie."
Mylene finished.
Basara entered the room with two piping cups.
Mylene rolled the sleeves of the the over-sized blouse.
"Is that hot chocalate??"
Basara nodded.
"Don't get all excited and spill it."
Basara handed her a cup.
Mylene's eyes glistened.
"It's got marshmellows..."
Basara sat besides her.
"Now drink up."
The room fell silent.
::She shouldn't be here.:: echoed a voice in Basara's head.
Mylene sipped.
"It's nice and warm."
Basara rested his empty cup on the carpeted floor.
Mylene leaned back against the pillow braced on the wall.
"You know that song I have to write for the movie..."
Basara leaned back as well.
"Yeah."
"This may sound weird, but this afternoon, I wrote some of it in my head."
Basara smiled.
"How does it go."
"I know some of the chorus."
Mylene cleared her throat.
"/ oooo I hear laughter in the rain. \"
she stopped suddenly.
Basara closed his eyes.
"That sounds good. You got anymore."
Mylene nodded.
"/ walking hand in hand with the one I love \"
Basara opened his eyes.
Mylene continued.
"/ oooo how I love the rainy days and the happy way \"
"/ I feel inside \"
Mylene stopped.
"That's all."
Basara remained seated.
"I've got a song too."
Mylene closed her eyes. It thundered outside.
"What does it sound like."
Basara leaned against her.
"I'm still working on it. But when it's finished, you'll be the first to
hear it."
*********
The storm outside became violent. Gamlin collapsed onto his bed. He closed
his eyes blocking out the thunder. The storm outside was nothing compared
to the storm that raged in his heart.
To Be Continued
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NOTES:
1. The song Mylene is singing/ writing was sung/written by a guy named
Niel Sendaka. It's called 'Laughter In The Rain'... I *love* that
song and I *really* wish I had the japanese translation... ;_;...
Oh well... =:D
2. This is just a transition chapter... I love rain... ^.~