Heero's blade sliced through the leather armor and into the soft flesh, where it made its home between the guard's right ribcage. The second guard, stunned, dropped his shield and sword and slid against the aged stone wall to the floor. Heero pulled out his bloodied blade and turned to the guard that was still alive.
"Where's Usagi?" He asked icily. "Tell me, unless..." he indicated with his eyes to the soldier who was now drowning from all the blood in his lungs.
"She's, she's," he started to stammer, but, in a complete lack of words, he just pointed out into the courtyard that was below the huge wall that the guard post sat on. Heero looked over the stone outcroppings, and nodded.
He jumped over it, soundlessly, to the garden in the courtyard. It was painfully obvious that it was her. It was her hair that set her out the most, the long golden flow that danced between her ankles in the wind. Heero quickly snapped out of his momentary nostalgia and walked behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder.
She was the light with her beautiful white dress and he was her shadow in his black armor. Her dress had the same symbols at the guards' shields: a quarter moon. He bore an entirely different symbol which was two crossed swords.
"You need to get out," he said, the coldness slipping from his tone. "By dawn this city will be burnt to the ground."
"I cannot leave my people," she said, voice full with dignity.
"Princes," he snapped, annoyed, "I can't let you die here." He grabbed her arm tightly and started to lead her out of the garden.
"Heero! You're hurting me!" she whimpered as she desperately tried to escape the soldier's grip. "Stop it!"
"Let her go!" barked a voice from across the courtyard. Without time to react, Heero heard the deadly whistle of an arrow in flight, and then felt the burning sensation in his chest. He lifted his hands to his chest, but dared not to touch the arrow protruding from it. Strength rapidly left his body, and he had no choice but to fall to his knees.
"No!" Usagi screamed, kneeling next to him. "Heero!"
He closed his eyes. The sound of Usagi screaming was steadily being drowned out buy the pulse in his ears. He was fading...
"No!" Heero screamed, sitting upright in his bead with his left hand dug into his chest. He took deep, irregular breaths as he looked around wildly. He was shaking so hard that the cold sweat seemed to jump off him. His frightened eyes finally rested on a clock. 4:27.
He blinked a few times, then combed his fingers through his wet hair nervously. Heero threw the comforter to the side and stood up. He slowly walked to the bathroom and rinsed his face with cool water. Putting all the weight onto the sink, he looked up at his reflection.
"What the hell was that?"
A/N: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. This story is mine. I'll kill you if you take it. Just kidding! Critisism would be awesome. I know this chapter is kind of short, but I promise to make the next one longer! Thanks!
"Where's Usagi?" He asked icily. "Tell me, unless..." he indicated with his eyes to the soldier who was now drowning from all the blood in his lungs.
"She's, she's," he started to stammer, but, in a complete lack of words, he just pointed out into the courtyard that was below the huge wall that the guard post sat on. Heero looked over the stone outcroppings, and nodded.
He jumped over it, soundlessly, to the garden in the courtyard. It was painfully obvious that it was her. It was her hair that set her out the most, the long golden flow that danced between her ankles in the wind. Heero quickly snapped out of his momentary nostalgia and walked behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and set his chin on her shoulder.
She was the light with her beautiful white dress and he was her shadow in his black armor. Her dress had the same symbols at the guards' shields: a quarter moon. He bore an entirely different symbol which was two crossed swords.
"You need to get out," he said, the coldness slipping from his tone. "By dawn this city will be burnt to the ground."
"I cannot leave my people," she said, voice full with dignity.
"Princes," he snapped, annoyed, "I can't let you die here." He grabbed her arm tightly and started to lead her out of the garden.
"Heero! You're hurting me!" she whimpered as she desperately tried to escape the soldier's grip. "Stop it!"
"Let her go!" barked a voice from across the courtyard. Without time to react, Heero heard the deadly whistle of an arrow in flight, and then felt the burning sensation in his chest. He lifted his hands to his chest, but dared not to touch the arrow protruding from it. Strength rapidly left his body, and he had no choice but to fall to his knees.
"No!" Usagi screamed, kneeling next to him. "Heero!"
He closed his eyes. The sound of Usagi screaming was steadily being drowned out buy the pulse in his ears. He was fading...
"No!" Heero screamed, sitting upright in his bead with his left hand dug into his chest. He took deep, irregular breaths as he looked around wildly. He was shaking so hard that the cold sweat seemed to jump off him. His frightened eyes finally rested on a clock. 4:27.
He blinked a few times, then combed his fingers through his wet hair nervously. Heero threw the comforter to the side and stood up. He slowly walked to the bathroom and rinsed his face with cool water. Putting all the weight onto the sink, he looked up at his reflection.
"What the hell was that?"
A/N: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. This story is mine. I'll kill you if you take it. Just kidding! Critisism would be awesome. I know this chapter is kind of short, but I promise to make the next one longer! Thanks!