Girl's Rule

Part 2


We’d been on the jet for a couple of hours and I was thoroughly bored out of my mind.

I glanced over at Heero out of the corner of my eye and just watched him type away on his wonderful laptop, sun glinting off it’s metal surface-more sarcasm, I hated that thing! Heero had been attached to it since the war. I thought he had given it up but then the Mariemeia incident rolled around and the bugger came out of storage. I’m not sending her a Christmas gift.

He still seemed kind of strange to me, his hair was longer now, brushing his shoulders, and more honey toned since the people at the “Pretty Palace”, as I’ve come to call it, highlighted it. It was funny seeing him with tinfoil all over his head. It made me want’ to stick him on top of my t.v. during a rainy day when a game was on.

He wasn’t wearing the school uniform, instead he had his legs crossed at the ankles and folded slightly to the side. I’ve seen Relena sit like that. He also wore pale blue heels with a long white skirt that, standing, would come just below the knees. It reminded me of the skirt Relena had worn to her old school at St. Gabriel’s.

He also had on a slightly tight dark blue button up shirt with a demure collar and cuffs slightly rolled up at the wrists. A chain of pearls looped around his neck. Then came his face, that was a shocker. With his hair longer his face didn’t look so hard but delicately molded with a strong jawline, strait nose, and perfectly arched eyebrows over long, dark lashed blue eyes. He fucking looked like a girl!

I sighed and looked out the window. That was the point after all, being a chick. I would have so- gone after him if I didn’t know it was Heero-oh- bad brain! Bad! If Heero was a chick, oh, never mind.

I caught a reflection of myself in the glass and almost grimaced at myself. Heero was totally chic, with little to no make up with shinny lip gloss and mascara being the big hitters. Not to mention he only wore one earring in each ear, both tastefully decorated with pearl studs.

He was playing the upstanding dutiful daughter of and up and coming politician who had married an Asian wife and had taught their daughter her place. Shiro Young.

That was better than what I got.

My cover was a daughter of a wealthy play boy father who liked to fuck around and was famous for hosting orgy parties. Then my mother, a vapid, ill heiress was again on her “death bed” somewhere in the Bahamas with her newest boy toy. And I was the lucky, loud mouth, hard edged, street fighting, somewhat promiscuous daughter who liked to live it up hard. Who’s parent’s had sent away to this school in another country hoping I would quietly fade into the background. Danica Mannix.

Oh yeah, and that didn’t even cover the wardrobe.

All my tops were tight fitting or overly large, my jeans were all shredded at the knees and I owned formal wear I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole and my shoe choices were commando boots, thank god, and extremely high, high heels and strap ons. I had to learn how to walk, run, and fight in those things. I’m never doing that again.

Right now I wore an extremely tight red tank that rode up my stomach with an off the shoulder black sweater that, thankfully, went past my belly button. My jeans were tight fitting with three rips on each knee. I’m lucky my ass didn’t bust out of this. And my commando boots were my new best friends.

I had three piercings in my left ear and four in my right. They had also pierced my belly button, I can’t wait to take that out and never put it in again. They had also tried to pierce my nose but I totally freaked and they didn’t do that one. I got out of the lip ring but not the tongue one. That had hurt like a mother fucker.

My make up was also more dramatic than Heero’s. I made sure they did it tastefully, I don’t want to look like a street hooker. I wore lipstick covered in gloss, foundation, a smattering of blush, mascara, and very little eye shadow. They had also plucked my eyebrows to give them more of an arch.

That with longer bangs framing my face and my hair chucked up in a pony tail I looked like a fucking hot female. Shit.

I looked down and encountered my 36 C cleavage and winced. I wasn’t even going to remember how they stuck those on me, and the hips. Heero had taken it with more grace than I had. Of course his shit was smaller, Mr. 29 B. His hips were smaller too. Sometimes I hate that man.

Suddenly the light for belts to be back on flashed and a voice came over the intercom. “Please return to your seats and turn off all electrical devices we are about to land.”

The typing suddenly stopped and I snuck a peek at Heero stashing his laptop away and grinned. At least one thing was going my way.

…

I officially hate this place.

Heero and I had been chauffeured from the airport in the same limo to Sakura Prep. Cherry Blossom School. I still can’t get over that. Anyway, as Heero and I got into our parts in the car, mainly our attitudes back in the war only his was a little more prudish, we finally pulled into what looked like Hogwarts in the country. Only it was pink.

I am not shitting you! They built this place out of pinkish brick or marble or whatever they had called it and it was fucking pink! I was expecting her ever-loving highness to waltz out those doors and welcome us to the “We Stalk Heero Yuy Club”.

If that wasn’t bad enough the chauffeur tried to grope my ass and the butler, yes apparently each wing has it’s own staff, and the Headmistress of the place looked down their noses at me like they wanted to spit on me. Which couldn’t be easy since they were a few inches shorter than me.

Oh, but Heero was ushered right in and greeted politely, they would have licked his heels if he had ordered them to. He had given me a smug look over his shoulder that had me wanting to take his pretty little head off…did I just say pretty? God, I must be growing ovaries!

Not only that but when they took us through the courtyard toward the girl’s dorm where we would be staying I got cat calls from a few groups of guys who were horsing around outside.

Heero shot me a disapproving look. I just arched one of my brows and gave him a smug look in return. He narrowed his eyes and looked away, just like a good little princess. Needling him would be the only fun I was going to have here.

Then we were finally in our room, it was huge, maybe four of Une’s offices put together made up the bedroom. Both our bed’s were in there, and walk in closets. Awesome! Gah! What did Une do to me?

After the Headmistress politely asked me not to walk around campus in my clothes and the butler announced dinner would be served in two hours we were finally left alone.

I, for one, fell back onto the feather mattress of my canopied bed and refused to get up. Mission be damned.

I heard Heero rummaging through his clothes and press a button and a slight beeping occurred and he touched one of his pearls, his voice returning to normal. “Room secured. Duo, get up off the bed already and unpack.”

I groaned and rolled onto my side. “No, don’t wanna.”

Heero growled from his side of the room and stalked over to me and grabbed one of my legs and yanked me across the bed.

I yelped as I laid sprawled under him, my legs spread wide as he leaned over me and hissed in my face. “Get your shit, Danica, don’t want to be late for dinner.” A smile came over that strange face. “Remember, formal wear.”

I groaned inwardly then an evil idea sprung into my mind and I too smiled. Heero watched me, one eyebrow arched as I had done earlier.

My legs cupped around his waist and thrust our pelvises together as I wrapped my arms around Heero’s neck and brought my face close to his, lips almost touching. “Whatever you say, Shiro.” I let my voice drop to husky, and with my voice transmitter still on I sounded like a horny woman.

I watched Heero’s eyes widen, and blood rushing to his face then it went Heero Yuy blank. A soft smile curled the edges of his mouth as hands suddenly molded down the sides of my body to my hips to grab my ass and thrust my body even more into his. I gasped in surprise. Was this really Heero?

His deep voice came out of a woman’s mouth as he nipped at my lower lip, “Two can play at this game, Mannix, be careful.” He gave another squeeze then released me.

I slipped off the edge of the bed and cracked my tailbone on the carpet. I hissed in pain as I quickly moved and tried to relieve the pain. “Ow, dammit, Heero, be careful!” I cursed until it was time to change for dinner and I had to get out those pieces of cloth Une called my dinner wear outfits.

…

Let’s just say dinner didn’t go well and leave it at that.

I couldn’t curse in Japanese here because of the staff and I was partially cursing some of them out and they would probably tattle to the Headmistress when they heard me bad mouthing the students or the Headmistress herself. Probably got bonuses, the rats.

Heero, again, outshone me when it came to manners. All delicate and graceful all the girls cooed and couldn’t seem to hate him.

I on the other hand was given dirty looks by half the female population and was undressed by the entire male one. Have I mentioned I really hate my job sometimes?

But I made it through dinner without ripping any essential cloth from my body or spilling anything that would make this dress even more clingy.

When we were dismissed Heero and I immediately headed back up to our room, my feet screaming all the way.

When we got there I showered first, then Heero. I bundled myself under the soft, downy comforter and enjoyed the feather pillows. I was half asleep when I heard Heero come back into the room and the familure sound of typing filled the air.

I was lulled to sleep and unsurprisingly all I dreamed of that night was Heero.