"...Fall in love, Hiiro. That is not only my last order, but also a final
request. Take care my boy. Goodbye."
As the screen turned dark, the young man in front of it slouched in his chair. His tall body sported muscles all from training as a soldier and a Gundam pilot for the last few years. Chocolate brown hair hung in disarray over his unnerving, Prussian eyes. A scowl currently marred his usual unemotional façade. Looking up at the screen where the latest recording of Dr. J's will had been seconds before, he opened his mouth one last time.
"Mission accepted."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
21 year old, Quatre Winner sat quietly at his desk, sipping his morning tea and reading the paper. The wind from the window played with his light golden locks. Using one hand, he swatted the irritating bangs from his ocean blue eyes. Leaning back, he looked out the doors toward the foyer where everyone else was.
Duo Maxwell, known as the king of pranks and games, was being chased about by his favorite victim, Wufei Change. Duo was running around the room clutching his two-foot, nut-brown braid in both hands, screaming at the top of his lungs; though his violet-blue eyes were laughing all the same. Wufei on the other hand, was wielding his precious katana, and threatening Duo's braid. His shiny black hair tied in to a tight ponytail along with his dark brown almost black slanted eyes foretold of his Asian descent. Even though they both were 21 years of age, they acted like they were 11.
Refereeing the cat-and-mouse-chase was Trowa Barton, the oldest of them all at 23. Long, brown bangs covered his splendid emerald green eyes, leaving only one to be seen by the public. Tall and wiry, the circus acrobat fit the happy clown costume as much as he fit the talkative type. Forever silent, forever in the shadows, Trowa let few people past his barriers, but there were some who managed it.
Sighing, Quatre turned to the last occupant of the room, Hiiro Yui. Showing up this morning, returning from who knows where, doing who knows what, the fifth pilot remained as stoic as ever. Even more quiet and reclusive than his comrade Trowa, Hiiro was someone deemed an "unemotional, unsocial, outcasted iceberg." A name given by their friend, Relena Peacecraft, former Queen of the world, current Princess of the Sanc Kingdom and Vice Foreign Minister. She was the one who gave Hiiro the name for she had known him the longest. Another sigh escaped as Quatre reflected over the exuberate greeting from Duo that morning over the 21 year olds unexpected appearance.
"QT-CHAN!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!! MOMMY'S HOOOMEEEE!!!"
The unexpected shout gained the attention of the boys who certainly did not expect it. Quatre's mind stirred from its inner thoughts reaching for a coherent thought. He almost went sprawling out of his chair in his haste to get to the front door. His features lit up like a Christmas tree, even more than when Duo's did when he got treats.
"USA-CHAN!"
In the other room, both Duo and Wufei stopped their chase at the first shout, and Trowa looked toward the door where Quatre had disappeared through. Smiles could be seen on faces where they had never been seen before. Duo, being his usual hyperactive, impatient self raced to the door with his own shout of "Seri-chan," leaving Wufei and Trowa to follow at a much slower pace. Reluctantly, a confused Hiiro followed them to the front hall.
At the front door, Quatre was hugging the life out of the new girl while Duo bounced about waiting for his turn. The girl was small by stature, with dark, gold hair sporting a few silver streaks. Somehow they seemed natural and not fake. Her dark sapphire eyes under long lashes gave her an innocent look. One could say that Quatre and her were almost twins. She looked to be about the same age as the rest of them, 21. Releasing the hug, but not her arms, the girl took the time to study Quatre as he was doing the same when Wufei, Trowa, and Hiiro approached. While the other two held back, Trowa strode forward until he towered behind Quatre and glared at the newcomer.
Growling in mock-anger, Trowa asked, "And what are you doing with My Quatre?" Hiiro seemed a little shocked from this. 'His Quatre? Are they together?"
The girl just laughed and pulled Quatre tighter to her. "I think I'm gonna hold on to him for a bit. Why don't you go and find some other boy toy to play with?" She then planted a kiss on Quatre's reddening face.
"Nah, I don't want another toy. Besides none of the other plushie's is as cuddly as Quatre!"
With a final squeeze and giggle, the girl let go of Quatre just to leap into Trowa's awaiting arms with the cry "Tro-chan."
"Ahhh...come on Seri-chan, what about your favorite American?" Letting go of Trowa, she spun around and shouted, "D-chan." Duo and the girl went into a dramatic episode of running slowly into each other's arms amongst the amusement of the other pilots.
Finally letting go of Duo, she turned to Wufei with a serious face. Starring at one another, the contest of will continued until Wufei smiled and opened his arms up. The girl squealed before rushing for the open invitation.
"I missed you, Fei-chan."
"I missed you too, Usa-chan. Um...Usa, did you happen to, um, bring..."
Giggles again. "To bring what Fei-chan? If you're talking about HER then, of course I brought her. Turny-chan, get your booty in here?"
Through the door, walked another girl, even smaller than the first. With the air of an 18 year old, the girl had dark, purple-streaked, shoulder- length hair framing her amethyst eyes, which contrasted with her pale skin, making it seem whiter than it already was. She glanced about the room, before turning toward Wufei and the girl.
"Hello, Wufei-kun. It's nice to see you again. I hope you have forgiven me for last time."
"It's nice to see you again Hotaru-san. And...yes, I have forgiven you. But that does not mean I will let it slide." The girl just nodded at him, before Duo came up and threw his arms around her shoulders. With a cheeky grin sent the blonde's way he asked, "Seri... do you have any more beautiful babes hidin somewhere?"
"Of-course I do, Duo! But this time you only have a limited choice to pick from."
"What?! What do you mean by that?"
This time, the dark haired girl spoke up, "Well since, Haruka and Michiru are together (you already knew that), Setsuna and Mamoru are still going strong. That leaves you with Makoto, Rei, or Ami, but I think Ami's either interested or is seeing someone and Rei does whatever she wants."
"What about Minako?"
The blonde laughed, "She finally nabbed Motoki and wrapped him around her finger, along with a new diamond ring. And unless you want to be pummeled, I wouldn't hit on Mina-chan or joke about sleeping with her. Toki-chan is a little overprotective."
Duo groaned, "Well I'll just have to settle for Makoto!"
"And what is that supposed to mean, Maxwell-san?" came the reply from the doorway.
Standing inside the front door was two more girls. The one who spoke had curly, earth-brown hair tied in a ponytail. Her loose bangs hung over bright jade green eyes. She was taller then the other two and resembled Trowa in an uncanny way. The other was smaller than her companion but still taller than the first two by a little bit. Her ice-blue hair was cut ear- length short. Her royal blue eyes did not even look up from the book she stuck her nose in when she sent a wave of hello to the rest of the occupants.
"You know I love you, Mako-chan!"
"Uh-huh, sure. I believe you Duo-kun, really I do!"
As the attention of the group was focused on the argument between Duo and the tall Amazon, the girl with gold hair looked around. Her eyes finally landed on Hiiro in the shadows, calmly observing the group. "Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. Are you new, or one of Quatre's friends?" Her voice seemed to capture the group's attention. Quatre made his way slowly toward the two, before introducing them.
"Usa-chan, this is Hiiro Yui, a good friend of mine. Hiiro, this is Usag-"
"Ohhh...this is Hiiro Yui." Then pointing at him with her finger shaped like a gun, she stated in an all-serious demeanor, "Who are you and whom do you work for?"
The group seemed to hold their breath as they watched the scene unfold. Hiiro just stared at the girl with a blank look on his face. Calm on the outside, his insides squirmed at the intensity of her stare. 'Her eyes are gorgeous.' Up close, Hiiro could see the silver streaks just fine. It was her eyes that drew him in. A dark blue, but not as dark as a royal blue, bits of silver swirled in their bottomless depths, drawing him in with each pattern created. Forcing himself to look away, he drew in a small breath of refreshing oxygen. It was like he was drowning, and he like the feeling.
"You know my name, so what is yours?"
The concentrated look on her face broke under the smile. The room seemed to get brighter with it around. "I'm Usagi Serenity Tsukino. You can call me Usa-chan, Usagi, or Seri. As for you, come join us. We won't bite, I promise."
With that, Usagi grabbed onto Hiiro's arm and dragged him into the circle of people and began the introductions.
As the screen turned dark, the young man in front of it slouched in his chair. His tall body sported muscles all from training as a soldier and a Gundam pilot for the last few years. Chocolate brown hair hung in disarray over his unnerving, Prussian eyes. A scowl currently marred his usual unemotional façade. Looking up at the screen where the latest recording of Dr. J's will had been seconds before, he opened his mouth one last time.
"Mission accepted."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
21 year old, Quatre Winner sat quietly at his desk, sipping his morning tea and reading the paper. The wind from the window played with his light golden locks. Using one hand, he swatted the irritating bangs from his ocean blue eyes. Leaning back, he looked out the doors toward the foyer where everyone else was.
Duo Maxwell, known as the king of pranks and games, was being chased about by his favorite victim, Wufei Change. Duo was running around the room clutching his two-foot, nut-brown braid in both hands, screaming at the top of his lungs; though his violet-blue eyes were laughing all the same. Wufei on the other hand, was wielding his precious katana, and threatening Duo's braid. His shiny black hair tied in to a tight ponytail along with his dark brown almost black slanted eyes foretold of his Asian descent. Even though they both were 21 years of age, they acted like they were 11.
Refereeing the cat-and-mouse-chase was Trowa Barton, the oldest of them all at 23. Long, brown bangs covered his splendid emerald green eyes, leaving only one to be seen by the public. Tall and wiry, the circus acrobat fit the happy clown costume as much as he fit the talkative type. Forever silent, forever in the shadows, Trowa let few people past his barriers, but there were some who managed it.
Sighing, Quatre turned to the last occupant of the room, Hiiro Yui. Showing up this morning, returning from who knows where, doing who knows what, the fifth pilot remained as stoic as ever. Even more quiet and reclusive than his comrade Trowa, Hiiro was someone deemed an "unemotional, unsocial, outcasted iceberg." A name given by their friend, Relena Peacecraft, former Queen of the world, current Princess of the Sanc Kingdom and Vice Foreign Minister. She was the one who gave Hiiro the name for she had known him the longest. Another sigh escaped as Quatre reflected over the exuberate greeting from Duo that morning over the 21 year olds unexpected appearance.
"QT-CHAN!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!! MOMMY'S HOOOMEEEE!!!"
The unexpected shout gained the attention of the boys who certainly did not expect it. Quatre's mind stirred from its inner thoughts reaching for a coherent thought. He almost went sprawling out of his chair in his haste to get to the front door. His features lit up like a Christmas tree, even more than when Duo's did when he got treats.
"USA-CHAN!"
In the other room, both Duo and Wufei stopped their chase at the first shout, and Trowa looked toward the door where Quatre had disappeared through. Smiles could be seen on faces where they had never been seen before. Duo, being his usual hyperactive, impatient self raced to the door with his own shout of "Seri-chan," leaving Wufei and Trowa to follow at a much slower pace. Reluctantly, a confused Hiiro followed them to the front hall.
At the front door, Quatre was hugging the life out of the new girl while Duo bounced about waiting for his turn. The girl was small by stature, with dark, gold hair sporting a few silver streaks. Somehow they seemed natural and not fake. Her dark sapphire eyes under long lashes gave her an innocent look. One could say that Quatre and her were almost twins. She looked to be about the same age as the rest of them, 21. Releasing the hug, but not her arms, the girl took the time to study Quatre as he was doing the same when Wufei, Trowa, and Hiiro approached. While the other two held back, Trowa strode forward until he towered behind Quatre and glared at the newcomer.
Growling in mock-anger, Trowa asked, "And what are you doing with My Quatre?" Hiiro seemed a little shocked from this. 'His Quatre? Are they together?"
The girl just laughed and pulled Quatre tighter to her. "I think I'm gonna hold on to him for a bit. Why don't you go and find some other boy toy to play with?" She then planted a kiss on Quatre's reddening face.
"Nah, I don't want another toy. Besides none of the other plushie's is as cuddly as Quatre!"
With a final squeeze and giggle, the girl let go of Quatre just to leap into Trowa's awaiting arms with the cry "Tro-chan."
"Ahhh...come on Seri-chan, what about your favorite American?" Letting go of Trowa, she spun around and shouted, "D-chan." Duo and the girl went into a dramatic episode of running slowly into each other's arms amongst the amusement of the other pilots.
Finally letting go of Duo, she turned to Wufei with a serious face. Starring at one another, the contest of will continued until Wufei smiled and opened his arms up. The girl squealed before rushing for the open invitation.
"I missed you, Fei-chan."
"I missed you too, Usa-chan. Um...Usa, did you happen to, um, bring..."
Giggles again. "To bring what Fei-chan? If you're talking about HER then, of course I brought her. Turny-chan, get your booty in here?"
Through the door, walked another girl, even smaller than the first. With the air of an 18 year old, the girl had dark, purple-streaked, shoulder- length hair framing her amethyst eyes, which contrasted with her pale skin, making it seem whiter than it already was. She glanced about the room, before turning toward Wufei and the girl.
"Hello, Wufei-kun. It's nice to see you again. I hope you have forgiven me for last time."
"It's nice to see you again Hotaru-san. And...yes, I have forgiven you. But that does not mean I will let it slide." The girl just nodded at him, before Duo came up and threw his arms around her shoulders. With a cheeky grin sent the blonde's way he asked, "Seri... do you have any more beautiful babes hidin somewhere?"
"Of-course I do, Duo! But this time you only have a limited choice to pick from."
"What?! What do you mean by that?"
This time, the dark haired girl spoke up, "Well since, Haruka and Michiru are together (you already knew that), Setsuna and Mamoru are still going strong. That leaves you with Makoto, Rei, or Ami, but I think Ami's either interested or is seeing someone and Rei does whatever she wants."
"What about Minako?"
The blonde laughed, "She finally nabbed Motoki and wrapped him around her finger, along with a new diamond ring. And unless you want to be pummeled, I wouldn't hit on Mina-chan or joke about sleeping with her. Toki-chan is a little overprotective."
Duo groaned, "Well I'll just have to settle for Makoto!"
"And what is that supposed to mean, Maxwell-san?" came the reply from the doorway.
Standing inside the front door was two more girls. The one who spoke had curly, earth-brown hair tied in a ponytail. Her loose bangs hung over bright jade green eyes. She was taller then the other two and resembled Trowa in an uncanny way. The other was smaller than her companion but still taller than the first two by a little bit. Her ice-blue hair was cut ear- length short. Her royal blue eyes did not even look up from the book she stuck her nose in when she sent a wave of hello to the rest of the occupants.
"You know I love you, Mako-chan!"
"Uh-huh, sure. I believe you Duo-kun, really I do!"
As the attention of the group was focused on the argument between Duo and the tall Amazon, the girl with gold hair looked around. Her eyes finally landed on Hiiro in the shadows, calmly observing the group. "Oh, hello. I didn't see you there. Are you new, or one of Quatre's friends?" Her voice seemed to capture the group's attention. Quatre made his way slowly toward the two, before introducing them.
"Usa-chan, this is Hiiro Yui, a good friend of mine. Hiiro, this is Usag-"
"Ohhh...this is Hiiro Yui." Then pointing at him with her finger shaped like a gun, she stated in an all-serious demeanor, "Who are you and whom do you work for?"
The group seemed to hold their breath as they watched the scene unfold. Hiiro just stared at the girl with a blank look on his face. Calm on the outside, his insides squirmed at the intensity of her stare. 'Her eyes are gorgeous.' Up close, Hiiro could see the silver streaks just fine. It was her eyes that drew him in. A dark blue, but not as dark as a royal blue, bits of silver swirled in their bottomless depths, drawing him in with each pattern created. Forcing himself to look away, he drew in a small breath of refreshing oxygen. It was like he was drowning, and he like the feeling.
"You know my name, so what is yours?"
The concentrated look on her face broke under the smile. The room seemed to get brighter with it around. "I'm Usagi Serenity Tsukino. You can call me Usa-chan, Usagi, or Seri. As for you, come join us. We won't bite, I promise."
With that, Usagi grabbed onto Hiiro's arm and dragged him into the circle of people and began the introductions.
