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Bell shook her head, "I'm not even sure teaching is what I really want to do. And besides, I might get stuck inheriting some lame business I know nothing about anyway." She rolled her eyes at that thought. Surely her father could find someone better to run the business. After all, it wasn't like he really bothered with her. So why should she even keep his business running? Simply because she was a good person and would hate to see all those hundreds of people out of a job simply because of her selfishness? She'd never do that. Surely after twelve women her father had an illegitimate child from one of them that could inherit it.

"Besides, I though I told you-" she poked him playfully, "-that you are my hopes and dreams now." And she had meant it.

And Bell knew nothing about business either.

"True, true." Bell grinned, "Being a senshi is always going to be one job. The reason I quit theatre was because I couldn't balance being a senshi, threatre, and school." And she wanted to make sure she'd always have to to be by his side when he needed it. Jobs, well, they didn't allow for such flexible schedules, and crime followed no schedule. Still, she knew she had to be real about things. Inevitably she had to settle for something. She had to make something work. She just wasn't good at balancing acts. She had always thrown herself in to one thing whole-heartedly. She'd always had a tunnel vision of sorts. With any luck, though, he could make her see more than her goals.
"I'm afraid i blind myself a little. Once I've set my mind to something."

"So," Bell began, ready to change the subject, "All that is left is the attic, but its simply a big empty space," Like the rest of the house... "Let's go back to the livingroom - I have a pizza that's getting cold, and there are some cookies with your name on them~" figuratively. Bell opened the balcony door and listed off other goodies she'd made, but yet to consume, "..A strawberry-banana cake in the fridge, and there's still some of that ice cream."

Her house might have been empty, but her cabinets and fridge sure wasn't. Food and a largy, comfy, couch beckoned.

Le GASP! "You should have told me! I totally would have given you something to eat before dragging you all over the house if I had known~" Not that she was too good of a cook. Baking she was do, but cooking was pretty limited. The microwave was her savior. Everything went in the microwave. Even her easymac was done in the microwave.

They descended the stairs and were soon back in the kitchen, "I can warm that pizza back up, or tell me what you want and I can see if I have it." Because until he, too, knew the house like the back of his hand, she was apt to serve. Familiarity begets self-sufficiency, as far as she was concerned.
Of course, he probably would have been fine with having desert for dinner, wouldn't he? Well, Bell wouldn't stop him.

Bell giggled as she rather quickly darted to the living room for the pizza, and was back in the kitchen, "No, it's just cheese." More than half of the pizza was left. Bell got a plate and put it all on it before throwing it in the microwave.

She took a seat at the table that was half occupied by her sewing machine and fabric, and motioned for him to do the same. When the microwave beeped, she simply pushed her chair back and reached behind her. She stifled a wince as the back of the chair dug into the healing scrape on her back. It was mostly better, but still a little tender.
The pizza was soon place on the table.

"So, you don't like seafood?" Bell was indifferent as far as it was concerned. Then again, she didn't often have the chance to eat any.

Bell at as he explained, likewise exhibiting some form of good manners. Not all lessons from school were lost. Bell giggled, "I'm not sure anyone would like to eat plastic." but then again a lot of people liked seafood, so, who knows.

Normalcy. It had been so long since she had experienced it, but this had to have been it. She didn't take it for granted. Sitting across from the man she loved, doing something as normal and common place as eating. It was one of those rare moments that just comes out and strikes you. Those moments that normally seem so mundane, or common that you never really remember it. Bell would remember. Bell would remember and treasure all the normal, happy, moments she could.

"Well then, you don't have to worry about me trying to force it on you."

Soon the pizza was gone, and Bell placed the empty plate in the sink. It would wash itself later. They never did.

"So, what would you like for desert? I made a strawberry banana cake that turned out pretty good - one layer is strawberry and the other is banana. It has real strawberries and bananas stuck in between, along with whipped cream instead of frosting~"
It was heaven in cake form. it might not have been aesthetically pleasing, but it was good. And was purely her own brainchild. Like the koolaid cake. That was no longer in existance though, sadly.

In no time he was presented with the piece of cake and a fork as Bell seemed to dance about the kitchen. She seemed truly happy. It was times like this when she really tried not to think about the nightmares. They weren't the same as those nightmares. These were more personal. They were terrifying, and little by little she seemed to be making more sense out of them. Xavier had his own burdens, so she didn't dare unload her nightmare troubles on him. No, she had a feeling she was started down the road of a very personal spiritual journey. Had been for weeks now. Xavier was a much welcome distraction from them. No other distraction was good enough to actually keep the thoughts away.

No, he made her truly forget her worries, and brought those ever-present smiles to her face, and that light to her eye.

Trouble raged harder though, after each time.

It was worth it though.

Soon, however, the psychosis would rage and not be ignored. The battle that would prove the catalyst was soon to come. In the end, they both had their mental battles to fight. Her turn was soon to come. What would he do? How would he act? It was easy for Bell to be a silent supporter. Women and their psychology lent to that. Guys, well,...

That would be then. This was now. Right now, Bell was smiling. Right now, she was happy. Right now they were both completely oblivious.