Okay! ^^ This story, to say the least is very very very ... duh ... weird. *nods head* I just had this idea and wrote it down... *shrugs* Have absolutely no idea what to call it... gotta go down my list of titles...

Editors: You guys are wonderful! ^^ DevilsDarling and UsagiAsiaMaxwell. Apologies to SerenityMoon and AutumnHime for being impatient and not quite waiting for you to reply ... I'm just glad you aren't mad...^^'''

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will... so quit buggin' me! (By the way, I'm talking about GW and SM ... in case there is some confusion...)

Thoughts: italicized

Conscience: italicized bold

You can vote on the couple I guess... this story can go in any direction...really.

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The Tokyo Informer, Page A-5, Top, Left-hand Corner:

TOKYO, JAPAN -- Tsukino Usagi, author and artist of manga sensation, Gundam Wing, has departed without a trace, leaving fans panicking and speculating. Her most confidential friends and family are refusing to hand out any information whatsoever.

"She simply needs some time off," says Tomoe Hotaru, one of the countless, successful cousins of Tsukino-san. One can never forget the enthralling ways of actress Aino Minako, or the political successes of Diet Member* Meioh Setsuna, or The Mercurial Analysis of Euclidean Geometry courtesy of playwright and professor Mizuno Ami.

The blonde of four feet and eleven inches was born into her breathtaking family in 1983, on the thirtieth day of June. She was raised in Tokyo by parents Tsukino Kenji and Ikuko. This phenomenon began drawing when she was only five and started sending her work to publishers in 1992. When interviewed in September's edition of the celebrated, American magazine Animerica, it was discovered that she had never taken a single art class in her life. Startling? It doesn't stop there.

Tsukino-san was only nine at the time of her first brush against publicity and went under the nom de plume Moon Serenity. She was judged to be nineteen by her publishers.

Her first manga, Kimura was in print by 1995, and it stunned the public. She briskly published three more mangas at what other artists hail as an inhuman pace. Just recently, in the past year, Tsukino-san launched yet another manga, which she artfully entitled Gundam Wing. The first five books raced out at her inhuman rate, but at the sixth book the bright-eyed beauty's inspiration began to perceptibly ebb.

Tsuki-san, her private distributor, observed, "Usagi is by and large an astounding artist and fastidious writer, but at the sixth book her illustrations became more artificial, and she postponed many of the events that she had planned."

At last, after sending the seventh book of her series to Tsuki-san, the now truly girl of nineteen vanished without a whiff or inkling of where she might be. Where could Japan's current, most anticipated artist be hiding? This reporter doesn't know what to think.

- Hino Rei

November 19, 2001

Usagi hurled the paper down fiercely and smashed her coffee cup onto it, taking no notice the protesting crack. So this is what the outside world thinks of her? They think she's some sort of trophy to be flaunted and ogled at -- something for scientists to probe.

But she had expected this. This was the risk she took by, plainly put, disappearing from the face of the Earth. Inhaling slowly, she began massaging her temples, striving to dispose of the headache that had just recently misted her concentration. It only seemed to get worse. She soon yielded to it and sat down in her chair again. The outside world must think I'm senseless... she mused with a derisive grin.

Her hand reached for the revitalizing coffee but failed. She let it slump and with a twitch realized that it had alighted on the published copies of her most recent manga.

Gingerly picking the stack of seven books up, she began reading from the very first page of the very first book. Not five seconds later, she slammed the book down with a frustrated lament. No, this was not the time to be submerging in self-pity. Heaving a sigh, she stood up, snatched a coat off of the back of a chair, and settled on taking a jog.

She sprinted, swiftly as she could, along the coast. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just wrap up the darn manga? All truth be told, this one is beginning to greatly drain both her morale and already frazzled nerves.

An insignificant voice pestered, Because you're in love with one of your own characters, darling Usagi, the child genius, the creative quintessence, the- Usagi batted the voice away irritably, refraining from acting out her previous objective -- to throttle it.

I'm not crazy ... and I'm absolutely positively not in love with one of my own characters! she sniped as parting to the unidentified voice.

So why aren't you able to make him fall in love with that girl in your manga? the voice called back effortlessly, used to being disregarded and recovering so promptly that at first, the mindlessly running girl was rendered speechless.

Usagi shook her head, firmly, stumbling, sacrificing her balance. Urging her body to go more quickly, she ran until she could think no more ... but not without a smug farewell to the voice -- Ha!

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See! I told ya it was weird! Tokyo Informer? How original am I? But that sounds better than The Tokyo Courier does ... in my not so humble opinion?

Votes, constructive criticism, brief greetings all welcome!