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RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.

He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.

It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.

But he didn't even like her.

And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.

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"He's a dick and it's not fair!" She scooped into the cake and shoved some in her mouth, coughing as she tried to swallow far too much at once. "What does he think, that we'll just go 'okay, you have something to do, go do it while we wait here'!? I want to go back if we're going, and if he tries to leave me here forever I'll--" she slammed the fork on the table as she thought. "I'll do something really drastic!"

"Whoa, Nena, don't choke--" Mikaela said quickly, looking alarmed, but she subsided when the other girl kept on talking. She wouldn't be able to keep talking if she was gonna die from cake.

"You won't be stuck here forever," she said sulkily, sitting back in her chair. "I mean, he'll start posting again eventually, right? So we'll track him down and I'll take you there myself, if I gotta. Show him what he gets for running off like that." She popped the bite in her mouth finally, chewing with determination.

"It's not safe," she said bitterly, still motoring her way through the cake. "He always said it wasn't safe to go back, that's why we had to be in hiding, that's why he always yelled at me for telling people stuff-- AND I BELIEVED HIM!" She yelled the last part, slamming her hand on the table. "And he was probably just trying to leave me here and get rid of me all along! Why the hell else would he go back without saying anything?"

She paused, then declared, "If I'm staying here, we're going to go kill some of those Decepticon things for real. I'll do so much damage he'll have to come back."

She wanted to pipe up, to say that he wouldn't do something like that, there had to be some reason, and then stopped herself. After all, who was she kidding? She knew Tieria well enough to know that if he had something in mind--some plan, some goal--and he was really determined to see it through, he'd do whatever he had to get it done. If, for whatever reason, he thought Nena and everyone else here would get in the way, he'd leave them behind.

"I dunno," she muttered, stabbing at the cake again. "I don't fucking know."

She looked up from her cake mutilation, then actually laughed, though it was a short sound. "Sounds like a friggin' plan," she snarled, pissed enough herself to like the sound of that.

"He even locked me out," she said, her voice taking on a hint of whine. "He messed with the base security system so I can't even see the right part of the security tapes!" It didn't feel tampered with, but he had disappeared from one frame to the next, so he must have altered it, right? She was starting to feel a bit sick, but kept eating anyway, determined to... prove whatever it was she was trying to prove by devouring it. There was a little voice in the back of her head saying: he didn't tell you, that just proves he doesn't trust you-- but he didn't tell Mikaela, he didn't tell Lockon, and that's just strange, he must have something up his sleeve. She ignored it; it was sounding far too logical for her current mood.

"S'what I always did," she mumbled, eyeballing another bite before swallowing it. "Me and Miha-nii would fight and-- and Johann-nii would send us to do target practice until we felt better."

"...Shit, really?" Mikaela hadn't heard anything about that, though it probably wasn't surprising that the Army guys wouldn't want to admit that something was up with their security footage. All she'd been told was that he and his Gundam had up and disappeared, all at once and without warning.

If it'd occurred to her, she might have asked how Nena had been able to see the security footage when she couldn't.

As it was, she only shook her head, hand clenching into a tense fist around the fork. "That means he doesn't want anyone to know where he's going, I guess," she muttered, tapping the fork against the table. "Won't even give us a chance to figure it out and follow him."

She reached out and snagged another bite of her own. "That makes sense, actually. I think Ratchet made 'Hide do something like that once. You can still see the black streaks where he was blowing up rocks, 'steada blowing up somebody at the base, I guess."

"We'd shoot up asteroids. Or there was a shooting range on the-- the ship, for handguns. I'm not supposed to tell anyone anything but I'm not going to do what he says any more!" she said, staring at her next bite.

"I don't care any more," she declared, shoving it down her throat. "My head hurts from trying to find him and I'm tired and if he wants to get himself killed wherever he is, that's not my problem!" She did care, which just made her angry that she cared-- it was just that he had gone back to their world and she hadn't, that was all. Nothing to do with the fact she'd almost started getting along-- no, getting accustomed to him. It wasn't that at all.

Mikaela nodded, listening intently and chewing on another bite of the cake as she did. "Sounds cool," she said, quiet but sincere. In fact, that sounded like a pretty damn awesome way to let off steam.

"Fuck him," Mikaela muttered, stabbing her fork into the cake and letting it stand there, handle pointing up in the air at an angle. "If he wants to run off without anybody but Feldt, why should we even care, right? Fuck. Him. He deserves whatever might happen to him out in wherever the hell he is."

Harsh words, maybe, and she couldn't help a twinge of regret as soon as she said them, but she didn't take them back. She was still pissed.

One more bite and she threw the fork down on the table, looking sick. "It isn't even good any more," she grumbled. Haro, apparently tired of being left alone, flapped his way into the room, still talking about how much trouble she was going to be in; she picked the fork up again and tossed it at him halfheartedly. "If you're going to be a jerk go away, I'm not in the mood!"

She scowled down at the table then, a new thought in her mind. "Why her? I'm better at programming than she is and he likes you, so why her?"

Mikaela turned to look at Haro, but she wasn't really seeing him, just kind of responding to intrusion. She frowned as she turned to face Nena again, jerking her own fork out for one last bite before laying it down on the table.

"I don't know," she muttered, running one hand through her hair. "I'm sure he's got some stupid reason for it that he thinks makes sense." Her frown turned into a scowl. "One he won't bother to tell us unless we drag it out of him."

"He never tells anyone anything," she grumped, her chin in her hands again. "He's got a stick up his ass and he doesn't tell anyone anything, even if they need to know." She scowled at the repetition of what she'd already said, but bitching was easier than accepting that she was upset. "Doesn't it just make you want to smash things?"

"Sounds about right," Mikaela muttered, poking at the fork with one fingers, pushing it around the tabletop. She nodded her scowl baring teeth now. "It kinda does, yeah. Or at least smack him around a little, until he understands that he can't do shit like this to people who care about him!"

Mikaela had no problem accepting that she was upset, clearly.

She swung her feet, staring at the table. "...People who care about him, huh?"

Mikaela looked up, brows furrowed. "...Yeah. Well, I mean, I do, anyway..."

"...He totally doesn't trust me, and-- he shot us down once, you know? He took over our Gundams and would have taken us all out. And he has like no sense of humor about anything I do. And he's always yelling at me for saying too much..." An unspoken 'but' dangled at the end of her sentence, as she avoided looking at Mikaela.

Mikaela listened quietly, not saying anything, just watching Nena through half-lidded eyes. "That's just the way he is," she said quietly, when she was done. "Y'know? He's...a jerk, and sometimes it seems like he doesn't care when he's all wrapped up in what he's doing, but that's...

"Tieria," she finished with a shrug, her lips pressed into a thin, unhappy line.

"He would have killed us," she started again, but unenthusiastically; even she knew that he wasn't the same person he had been, that the past seven or eight months had made all the difference in the world.

Changing tracks, she narrowed her eyes and said, "If you ever tell anyone that I'm moping over cake because of Tieria, you'll be sorry! It's just because I want to go back too, got it?"

Edited 2009-08-01 03:15 (UTC)

Mikaela was quick to hold up both hand, palms out in a hopefully reassuring gesture. "I won't tell anybody," she said solemnly, "I promise. There's no one who can blame you for being pissed about wanting to go home and being left behind, right? That's all it was."

"Right. Exactly." She nodded, then looked down at the cake again. "Ugh, I don't want any more of this, we've already eaten like half!"

"You wanna put it back in the freezer?" Mikaela asked, looking down at it too (and trying her best not to think about what she'd have to do to work all those calories off. She didn't regret it in the slightest). "The ice cream might melt if we leave it out too long..."

"Yeah." She put the cover back on and shoved it in the freezer, too impatient to move anything out of the way to make room first. Leaning against the door with a sigh, she looked back down the hallway. "Do you think Cross would let me off the hook for cleaning my room if we're being traumatized with grief here?"

Mikaela couldn't help a chuckle, lips quirking in a wan smile. "I think he'd better," she said. "It'd be a dick move if he didn't."

"Exactly!" she declared, back on the more comfortable ground of trying to be as spoiled as possible. "I trashed it because I was angry, I had good reason!"

"You were emotionally distraught!" Mikaela added with a grin. "You can't be held responsible for your actions!"

"Haro helped! He did like... an eighth of it!" She grinned as well, letting out a bit of a giggle in the way people do when they're completely burnt out on negative emotions and riding the wave of the slightly hysteric backlash.

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