A Bunny in Glass Slippers

By Sailor Fantasy

Chapter 1: Sold

Disclaimer: One million cookies to anyone who believes I own these characters.

AN: This story. well, it popped into my head during the summer, and I just HAD to post it. I hope you enjoy it. I promise to update All's Fair In Love and War soon!!! Please review and tell me what you think, kay? This is a GW/SM/WK AU fic. Characters aren't really OOC.but if they are, lemme know, kay? This is a Usagi-fied fic with her in the middle of another polygon.circle.thing ^^;; I failed geometry, what can I say? (LOL) Anyways, REVIEW, and tell me what you think! There is also a short story at the end of this chapter, hope you enjoy it.

Extra Notes: Ririna and Relena aren't the same person. Relena is Ririna's daughter-but Hiiro's not the father. Relena is 16 (though she doesn't act like it ^^), as are the rest of the Gundam crew and Usagi excluding Trowa. Trowa is 18. Omi and Nagi are 17. Treize, Yohji, Schuldich, Aya, Bradley, and Farfarello are 20. Ken and Milliardo are 19. But, as the saying goes, age ain't nothin' but a number. ^^

Warnings: None at the moment.

Quote of the date: Your best friend is the person you see in the mirror every morning.

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Yellow tendrils spilled over the pillows and sheets as a young woman snored, dead asleep in the not so soft bed. Sunlight moved through the room and onto the girl's closed eyelids. Twitching a bit, the blonde pulled the handmade bunny covered pink blanket over her head.

A sigh escaped the room as a young man sat up in his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning, he made his way over to the other girl, pulling the blanket from off the bed. The girl scowled in her sleep, and the teenager couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked.

"Usagi-chan," he called out quietly, shaking her gently. The young woman didn't budge. "Usagi-chan." he repeated, shaking a bit more. A snore answered him.

Below them, ruby eyes watched in amusement. 'Young love,' the ebony feline thought wistfully, before a wicked grin crossed her whiskers. 'Time to show this human how it's done.' Making her way towards the bedrail, the cat stopped and pounced on it to spring towards the mattress. Still going unnoticed by the boy who was struggling in vain to wake the blonde girl up, it smirked as it hopped onto the young girl's chest.

The platinum haired boy blinked. "Luna.?"

Looking innocently at the boy, Luna stretched her claws, and as quick as a flash swiped them across Usagi's face. The cat was thrown off with a startled "Mew!" as Usagi scrambled up. The boy had to fight from chuckling.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWCCCCCCHHHHHH!" Tripping over a worn out toy train cart, tears sprang to her eyes. "OWIE!!!"

Quatre sighed, used to this morning procedure already. "Are you all right, Usagi-chan?" Usagi glanced at him through tear filled eyes.

"Quatre-chan! It hurts so much!" she wailed, hopping on one foot, the scratches on her face begging for attention. Luna sat on the window sill, scowling slightly. Who was she to complain? Did she get thrown across the room and into the wall? Noooo. This was the gratitude she got for helping out. Luna swore, like previous mornings, never to wake the blonde up again. But even she knew she'd do it a million times more if it meant helping her charge again.

"Usagi-chan, I'm sure it'll be fine," Quatre confided, knowing it will heal within the hour. That's how it was with her; she always healed quickly. "Why don't you wash up first and I straighten up the room? That way we'll be on time to report to Ririna-sama." Usagi nodded in obedience and made her way to the bathing room. Tossing her slightly torn pajamas to the floor she hopped into the shower. Even through the loud pouring of water that pounded the walls she could hear Quatre running throughout the room, straightening it up. She smiled. He was such a sweet boy.

They had met when they were only four years old. She was getting beaten up on by some of the older servants of the house and Quatre had stepped in to protect her. True, they had both gotten beaten badly in the end, but they had stayed true to each other since then through thick and thin. Never seeing one without the other---Winner Quatre and Tsukino Usagi.

As Usagi stepped out the shower, drying her hair with a slightly warm towel, she heard another voice. A deeper voice that she wasn't accustomed to hearing in the morning. Matter of fact a voice she rarely heard.

'Trowa-kun?' What was he doing here so early in the morning? What was he doing here at all? He was one of the lead chef's sons and wasn't to have any contact with any of the lower servants.his father had berated him horribly the first time he was caught talking to Usagi and Quatre. And everyone knew it was morning that you were most likely going to get caught by the headmistress and her dreadful daughter.

*Flashback*

Mr. Barton lifted the whip stained with blood once more before bringing it down on the bloody figure on the ground. Tears never spilt from Trowa's eyes as Quatre held a 9 year old Usagi back valiantly as he too watched in horror. Mr. Barton smiled in triumph as he stared down at his only son. That ought to teach him to hang around the dirty slaves.

Sprawled across the floor, Trowa found he could only sob dryly as the lashes across his back began to burn fiercely. He refused to cry however as he started pushing against the floor to sit up. He yelped in pain as his father stepped on his fingers, grinding them into the hard tiled floor. In Trowa's mind, this was well worth the new friends he had made that night.

"Boy, if I ever catch you with these.these ragged toe bags ever again you will not only be beat to death but burned by not myself but your fiancé." He spat on his male heir. "She's more of a man than you are." Chewing a bit more on his tobacco, he spat down on Usagi. "And you two.you're lucky I won't have the privilege of whooping your behinds. But believe this, your headmistress will surely hear of your misbehaving." Smirking, he walked away, but not before spitting his tobacco on Trowa.

As soon as the man was gone, Quatre let Usagi go and she made her way swiftly towards the hurt boy. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she took her own brown cloth and swabbed his wounds carefully and gently. Quatre always behind her.

"Are-are you alright?" Quatre asked, glancing from the boy's face to Usagi's. As much as he felt that he should be more concerned about the boy's injuries than Usagi's attention he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

The elder boy nodded, wincing as the scrape on his neck began to throb. Usagi noticed and ran towards the small fountain. Moistening it she rushed back over to Trowa to dab at the gash at his throat. He twitched.

"Barton-san." Usagi whispered, but Trowa caught it.

"Don't call me that," he snapped. He regretted it instantly as Usagi slumped a bit. "I'm not my father. Call me Trowa."

Usagi grinned a bit. "Well I'm Usagi. And that's Quatre. Thank you for the cookies earlier.they were really yummy, Trowa-kun!" Trowa smiled the tiniest of smiles while Quatre frowned inwardly. Usagi was befriending Trowa a bit too fast for his liking. Outwardly, though, he smiled too.

"Perhaps we should get going, Usagi-chan," Quatre whispered, ushering them closer. "Before we get into more trouble."

Usagi sighed and got up. "Hai, Quatre-chan. Nice meeting you, Trowa-kun." And with a jolly wave, she was drug out by a silently fuming Quatre. The boy was usually more kind hearted than the priests at the church but for some reason the way Usagi looked at Trowa irked him.

It was like he was almost afraid to lose her to him.

*End Flashback*

Pressing her ear to the door, Usagi used her talents as a brownnose to snoop what she wanted to know.

"-sure about this Trowa? I mean."

"Absolutely. I heard it this morning."

"Wherever she goes, I go."

"And what I say still stands."

"Why are you coming?"

"." Usagi pressed her ear more into the door, her ears twitching to hear more. Who was this she? And was Quatre going to leave her after all they've been through? Tears filled the girl's eyes at she thought of the sudden betrayal.

"What?" she heard Quatre hiss. Her eyebrows rose dramatically. She had never heard Quatre use such a tone. Not in her life, at least.

"I won't repeat myself."

"You can't."

"Why not? Don't you?"

"Yes! But you can't!"

"Why not, Quatre?"

"Because!" Usagi could only picture Quatre throwing up his hands in anger like he use to do as a child when he was -on the odd occasion-mad and Trowa standing there as sturdy as a soldier like he usually would. She could see Trowa's face clearly in her mind; most likely, his face stayed the same throughout the conversation.

".."

"She's too pure, you know.for either of us.Trowa.why?" Quatre's words were becoming broken, and she could hear the tears in his voice. Quatre was always emotional with his feelings when he was alone.she could hear him at night, crying over his lost sisters and mother. How his father sold him.. But when she was around, he always kept strong for her. Usagi frowned. And who was this she?!

".."

Usagi wanted to hear more. Creaking open the door, her blue eye searched the room. Quatre was on the bed, head in his hands. Her one eye narrowed; where was Trowa?

Usagi blinked as her whole view was conquered by a beautiful shade of green. green that stared emotionlessly into her sapphire. A green shade of jade that belonged Trowa's eyes. Usagi squealed and pushed herself back; making sure her towel was clutched to her body. The door closed once more.

Usagi breathed an insufferable sigh, unable to take the curiosity piercing into her heart. She quickly put on some clothes before exiting the bathroom.

"Good morning Trowa-kun, Quatre-chan," she greeted nervously, refusing to look at them.

"Good morning, Usagi-chan," they chanted together, only to glare at each other. Usagi blinked.

"What's going on?" she asked cautiously, wisely not looking at either one of them.

"Usagi-chan." Quatre started, and then stopped, not knowing what to say. Trowa took over from there.

"Usagi-chan, they're considering selling you," said Trowa, crossing his arms and refusing to meet her questioning gaze.

"Considering?" she squeaked, holding her throat before anything else could slip.

"Actually, the lord has just a bid on you. But he is determined to buy you," he continued, sighing. "Do you remember the lord that was visiting last week?"

Usagi thought hard. Last week? She could barely remember the night before! But still, she racked her memory before coming to an unfamiliar face. Shoulder length dirty blonde hair.and a pair of dark glasses.

"Oh!" she blushed. "The one I tripped in front of?"

"The exact one," Trowa confirmed with a frown. If she had tripped in front of him that should have clearly told him she wasn't a good servant. Obviously, he had more duties for her that was more than house chores. "If Ririna-sama does sell you, you can count on me and Quatre following you, so you won't be alone Usagi-chan."

There was a silence for a moment before Usagi finally spoke up. "Arigato, you guys.but why me? I'm a horrible servant and I can't cook for my own life! Why would he want me?"

Both Quatre and Trowa knew why, but both wisely kept their mouths shut. They knew if Usagi actually knew what he was buying her for, she'd be devastated. 'But we will make sure nothing does happen to her,' thought Trowa, looking at her through half closed lids. 'Even if it means our lives.'

Just then, there was a swift knock on the door. Trowa, using his skills as a sneak, quickly dodged under the nearest bed. Quatre stiffened a bit as the door banged open, showing Ririna in all her glory and her only child Relena right next to her. Behind them, a boy with the deepest blue eyes Usagi had ever seen and shoulder length blonde hair smiled shyly at her. He was dressed a lot more proper than she and Quatre, and looked about a year or two younger than her. 'But those eyes. they look like they've seen a world of a lot,' her mind unconsciously whispered.

"Here she is!" Relena announced, glee apparent in her voice. Ririna patted her daughter's wheat colored head before turning slightly to the young man behind her.

"There she is," her mother repeated in a more dominant voice. "The girl your master wanted. I'm not sure why he insisted paying so much," she frowned s if thinking something over, but then quickly began smiling again, "But I was never one to argue with prices. You make take her now." Ririna turned to Usagi with a negative air and Usagi felt the need to step back from the harshness of the glare. She felt something soft and furry push against her leg and knew automatically it was Luna giving her some support. 'Oh Luna.'

"This boy will take you to your new master, Usagi," Ririna said, standing straight. "You are no longer my responsibility nor." she glanced at the very pale Quatre "Anyone else's responsibility but your new master's." She gave her a nasty smile that sent chills down Usagi's spine. "I hope you have 'fun'."

"Yea, Usagi no baka!" Relena smirked, standing with her arms crossed. "Hope you have fun with your new harem buddies!" She howled with laughter as her mother chuckled along with her.

'Harem?' Usagi's mind asked them mentally. 'What's a 'harem'?'

"Well come along, Usagi. Can't keep your new master waiting," Ririna snipped, pulling at a dazed Usagi's arm.

"Will.will I be able to bring Luna?" Usagi asked, standing in place. Ririna glanced down at the filthy black cat.

"Oh, that wretched thing? Of cou-!"

"NO!" Relena interrupted, crossing her arms. "I want it, mommy! I want the kitty!" She smirked nastily at Usagi, who had grown visibly pale. Luna hissed at her from behind Usagi's legs.

"But, darling, we can get a much cleaner, better cat."

"But I want Luna!" Relena wailed, sniffling. "Usagi shouldn't get to have it! It should be mine!"

Ririna sighed. She didn't really want her daughter near such a dirty animal, but she wasn't about to give some servant something her daughter wanted. "Well, okay, you don't need it anyway, servant, so just hand over the cat."

"Actually," the blonde haired boy intervened, frowning. "Yohji-sama said she could bring any belonging that she wanted. And that includes pets."

"But surely, your master wouldn't want to bother with such a.a dirty unsophisticated thing of that nature, would he?" Ririna asked, trying to bargain with this servant. Omi shook his head.

"Yohji-sama said she could bring any belonging that she wanted, including pets," he repeated firmly. "He'll be very upset if his orders aren't followed."

Ririna's eye twitched as Relena's wails became louder. "But surely."

"Those are Yohji-sama's orders. Unless you are defying them, perhaps you should take it up with him," Omi stated coldly, pushing pass Ririna. "Come, Tsukino-san, Luna-san."

"Why, I never!"

"Come on, Luna," Usagi said quietly, suppressing tears. "Bye."

"Wait! Usagi-chan!" Usagi turned to be confronted with a worn out bunny blanket. A solemn Quatre stood behind it, giving her a supportive smile. "You wouldn't want to forget this, would you, Usagi-chan? It did take me awhile to learn how to sow this."

"Oh, Quatre-chan!" she hugged him tightly, several tears becoming apparent on her face and soaking into his shirt. Sniffling, she took the blanket away from him. "I'm going to miss you!"

He winked at her. "Oh, you won't be missing much. That I can assure you."

She gave him a watery smile. "Okay, Quatre-chan. Be careful, both of you."

"Both?" asked Omi, confused. As far as he could see, there was only one boy she was talking to.

"Both," Usagi agreed, winking back at Quatre and turning to grin at Omi. "See you, Quatre-chan. Shall we go, umm."

"Omi," Omi said, smiling at her. "You can call me Omi-kun, if you wish. Let's go, Tsukino-san."

"Oh, call me Usagi or Usagi-chan," said Usagi cheerfully, now knowing that Quatre wouldn't back down on his word. Taking the offered arm, they waltzed out the room, followed by a fuming Ririna and a still wailing Relena. Trowa was just about to go into the open when Ririna returned unexpectedly.

"I want the whole dining room scrubbed with your toothbrush, servant by noon," she snarled at Quatre, who was still smiling. "No break time for you."

"Alright, Ririna-sama," he said cheerfully as she shut the door. After 5 minutes, Trowa emerged from the bed with a frown on his face.

"You know, we are going to have to be extra underhanded to sneak out. She has her eye on you." Quatre turned to face him, a defiant look on his face. Trowa raised his eyebrows in response.

"I don't expect to be caught," said Quatre, his heart growing bolder. "I will be there for Usagi-chan."

Trowa nodded, taking out several knives from his waistband while ignoring Quatre's eyes that were wide with disbelief. "Let's go."

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How do you like? Should I continue? Review Readers. your response to this matter is not only greatly appreciated, but also needed for the continuation of this fic. So in other words.

Review=Happy Author=Another Chapter=Happy Reader^.^

And for those who like a bit of humor in at the end of the fics, there will now be small parts of skits at the end of most of my chapters ^^. They are mostly inspired by my muse Leirbag, so be sure of thanking him and/or bashing him in the head in your reviews. They rate from G to PG13 and rarely cover any lime situations. All will be crossovers, but some might not be Sailor Moon related directly.

Now onto my first skit.

The Meowth Sex Scandal, Part I

Meowth grinned as Gatoman rounded the corner, her special pink gloves on just for him. He was on vacation now from Team Rocket, and could spend as much time as he wanted with his newest girlfriend. Sure, he had an obligation to hate those outside the Pokemon world, especially Digimon, but he was sure Gatoman was different. She, like him, was a talking cat, and talking cats had to look out for each other. Even if it meant defying their masters and contract agreements with WB 11 and Fox 5.

"Hello, darling," Meowth purred, kissing Gatoman's paw. "What took you so long?"

"Oh, it was Kairi. She was having problems with T.K. and Davis again," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Humans."

"Yea, I know. My humans are idiots too," Meowth grinned, straightening out his black top hat and dark shades. "So, uh, what do you want to do today, pussycat?"

"Oh, I don't know." Gatoman ran one of her claws up Meowth's trench coat, opening it a bit. "But I'm sure we can think of something to do."

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"Prepare for trouble!"

"And make it double!"

"Oh boy, here they go," sighed Ash, running his hand through his spiked hair. "Can't you guys think of a better motto?"

"No! This is the motto we make millions off of!" Jesse snapped, smirking. "Much more than that damn 'Pika Pika' your Pokemon gets."

"Pika pika!" Pikachu growled, shocks coming from its cheeks. Jesse snorted.

"Oh well, anyway, back to the motto. To protect the world-!"

"STOP RIGHT THERE, MEOWTH!" Guns from all directions pointed at the group, and they all turned to see a million Officer Jenny's around them. "Stop where you are and no one gets hurt!"

"OH, Officer Jenny, I want to get hurt by you." Brock purred, ignored by Jenny anyway.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you do can and will be held against you in the court of law," she shouted, slapping on a pair of cuffs on his paws.

"What did I do!?" Meowth cried out, stretching his claws.

Jenny smirked. "You're being bought up on sexual harassment charges made by one Digimon, Gatoman, you rapist."

A round of gasps could be heard as Officer Jenny threw Meowth into the patrol car, and drove off, leaving a dust trail behind.

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End for now. Look out for Part II, coming soon!