Author's Notes: I don't own them. Sorry for taking so long, I'm even now ignoring my 102 question 10 chapters of The (good old) Scarlet Letter work to write this.

People - the "onna" thing - I knew it meant woman. It merely seemed like the sort of thing Wufei would say, because he finds women to be weak, and he was commenting on how weak Heero and Quatre were. But thanks anyways for trying to correct a mistake! It makes my life easier when other people let me know about them so I don't make the same one twice.

** ** Represents thoughts / inner dialogue.





Quote of the Week: "Life is really depressing when you're sane..."











I Have A Headache - Chapter 3
By: Eternal Rose

"Who are you?" Usagi asked, her eyes cold and calculating. The cheerful girl that they had once known seemed to have disappeared. For a moment, they all stared at her in shock. Then, Rei burst out laughing.

"Usagi, what are you trying to pull?" She asked, mirth in her voice. "After everything that we have been through these past few years, I'd think you would remember who we all are. Not to mention that I just spoke to you a moment ago. I don't believe for even a second that you don't know who we are."

"Who is Usagi?" The look had not wavered for a moment, and behind the cold mask that had floated over her once joyous features, thoughts whirled at an alarming speed. Something about this whole situation just did not feel right. **Who are these people and why are they calling me Usagi?** She glared at them.

"Why, Usagi, this really isn't funny." Ami mumbled, glancing at Makoto as she again scanned Usagi. "Please, Makoto, Minako, Rei, try and talk some sense into her. The scan reveals nothing unnatural."

"Sure Ami. Usagi, really, we know you're upset about Mamoru lying to you, but that's no reason for you to shut us out or give us that really creepy expression." Makoto said gently. "Tell you what, if it'll make you feel better, I'll go out back and beat the shit out of him."

**Mamoru means Protector, and this girl is offering to beat up MY protector? Kami, you'd think they thought I was some sort of weakling. Can't they see how perfectly capable I am of taking care of my self?** Usagi again glared at them, before responding in a monotone, "I can take care of myself."

"Of course you can…" Minako soothed quietly. She looked at the others, trying to conceal her obvious amusement. She reached out and picked up Usagi's hand, who immediately pulled it out of reach. "Just remember that old saying, 'It is better to have lost than to have ever loved at all.'"

**What the hell is she talking about?** Usagi gave Minako a very severe glare before again demanding monotonously, "Who are you?"

"Girls, maybe we should humor her." Ami said, giving Rei a glance. **Those two just communicated something.** Usagi thought. **I wonder what they had to say. That girl they called Ami looks very intelligent, and the black haired one seems to know something.**

"Fine." Makoto rolled her emerald eyes, before smiling and extending her hand, her eyes filled with worry. Why in heavens name was Usa acting like this? "My name is Makoto."

Usagi stared at her hand for a moment before turning to glare at the next unsuspecting girl, the blonde. Makoto withdrew her hand, puzzled. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

"I'm Minako." The blonde remarked, happiness seeming to float along with her voice. Usagi shook her head. The damn headache was coming back with a vengeance. This girl reminded her way too much of Duo for her own comfort. She turned to Ami, expecting a similar introduction, but perplexed enough by the blue hair to spare a glance.

"I'm Ami, and that's Rei." She informed her calmly. "And Usagi, whether you remember us or not, you still have to do your homework and turn it in to Ms. Haruna tomorrow morning."

Only then did Usagi notice the bunny book bag sitting next to her. She glared at it, and wished that she had her gun so that she could just shoot the damn thing. It was only as she reached to get the bag that Usagi took notice of herself.

**Wait a second. I didn't use to have slender, feminine legs. And I'm fairly certain that aside from when a mission required it, I've never worn a skirt. Something about this whole thing is really off.**

Usagi glanced into a nearby mirror, and almost gasped at what she saw. **Since when do I have blonde hair? Long, flowing, beautiful, silky blonde hair?** She again glanced at the chatty, loud girls surrounding her, and reached a conclusion. **I must be in hell.**



















~* Outside the Temple *~

"Soooo, do you know what's wrong with her?" Rei asked Ami quietly. They had slipped out of the temple while Usagi was preoccupied with her own thoughts.

"She's obviously obtained amnesia somehow, but what I can't figure out is how." Ami cast a sidelong glance at Rei. "You said that she told you that she would wake up in a moment, didn't she?"

"Yea, that's what Odango told me. Which just makes this all the more confusing." Rei shook her head. "When I looked at her aura, it appeared to be virtually the same. However, there are slight hints in it that are different, and that worries me."

"Yes, this entire situation is most disturbing. Perhaps her depression over Mamoru's long absence and then his reasoning behind it was too much for her?" Ami stared off into the distance for a moment. "No, she is stronger than to handle that, and she's so forgiving that I doubt she'd be angry with Mamoru, let alone us."

"So what you're trying to say," Rei said, " is that we're in deep shit, right?"

"Precisely." Ami replied.

"You know, you could have just said that, instead of rambling on in technical jargon that you know I didn't understand a word of." Rei said. Ami sweatdropped and shook her head.

**Why is it that she and the others are never capable of comprehending my vernacular. It's not as though the language and vocabulary are so phenomenally high above their own.** Ami thought. **Idiots surround me. I must be in hell.**

















~* GW Dimension *~

"Who are you?" Heero's voice was unnaturally filled with emotion. The pilots were dumbfounded for a moment, shocked by the sound of fear and raw pain that now filled his voice. This was bad. Very bad.

"Uh, Heero, did you happen to hit your head during the last mission we went on?" Duo asked. "You're acting kinda strange, you know? If I didn't know better, I'd say you weren't even Heero."

"Who's Heero, and who are you?" Heero asked again, starting to get upset. His voice quivered slightly on each word, and although a mask of slight bravery and determination had been raised, betrayal and hurt filled his eyes. Bewildered (or at least, as bewildered as they could every be with the Gundam pilots) glances were exchanged, before all eyes slowly returned to Heero.

Heero, meanwhile, had caught his reflection in the mirror on the dresser across from the bed. He stared blankly, wondering how it was possible. **All right, time to think now. When I woke up this morning, I was me. That damn headache was really annoying me, but I was me. Now, the headache is still bugging me a little, but I'm not me anymore. This is really creepy. And these guys are cute! I can't freak out and start bawling, or they'll think I'm an absolute wimp and then - **

"It's all right, sir." Quatre said gently, reaching out and taking Heero's hand. He was slightly shocked when Heero did not immediately withdraw from the touch. Indeed, Heero's hand was light and relaxed in his own palm. The stricken expression had fled his face, and its usual impassive expression had returned.

"Damn you, Yuy, you and your weakness." Wufei muttered. "Now is really not the time to get amnesia. We need you to help us fight Oz. This is such a tremendous injustice."

"Oz?" The blank look on his face showed quite obviously that Heero had no idea what Wufei was talking about. Thankfully, though, the word "fight" hadn't upset him. Perhaps even this Yuy would be useful to them.

"Never mind that!" Duo exclaimed, a smile on his face. "We ought to all reintroduce ourselves. I'm the God of Death, but you can call me Duo. The kind and caring blonde is Quatre, isn't he sweet?" (Quatre blushed.) "Oh, yea, and he blushes at pretty much anything. The guy with the enormous bangs is Trowa, and the one who keeps rambling on insanely about justice and weakness is Wufei."

"Maxwell!" Wufei screamed, and began chasing him around the room. It was really quite amusing, but then something amazing happened which caused both the assailant and the one chasing him to stop dead in their tracks. It was a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and so astonishing that no one had ever expected it to happen. The jaws of four of the boys in the room dropped open in shock at what they saw before them…

Heero was laughing.

"I'm hearing things, right?" Duo asked, looking at the others. He pleaded, "Please, tell me I'm not seeing what I think I am. It's just not possible. Heero is not enjoying himself, he's not smiling, he's not laughing! I'm dreaming, I have to be!"

The only immediate response he got was a loud THUD as Wufei dropped onto the floor next to him, unconscious. For his part, Heero only laughed all the harder. The merriment and joy on his face was so pure, so innocent, that all of the awake pilots were, bit by bit, becoming more and more frightened. His face was relaxed and tranquil, unnaturally so.

"Trowa, do you think you could go and make that call to Sally now?" Quatre asked, his voice trembling. Trowa nodded, and slowly made his way towards the door. However, once he was out of their sight, the tempo of his strides increased bit by bit until he was all but running. He happily reached the vid phone and turned it on, dialing Sally's number as fast as he could.

"Trowa!" Sally exclaimed as her face popped up on the screen. The smile on her face faded as she caught sight of his face. It held slight expression, and it was an expression that she never liked to see on any Gundam pilot's face - fear. "What's wrong?"

"We need you to get to Quatre's mansion as soon as possible. Something's happened to Heero." Sally shook her head at the reply, pondering what vital body part she would have to repair today. At least he wasn't persisting in fixing his broken limbs himself anymore. Even hearing the story about that was enough to disgust her. Still, it didn't explain Trowa's face.

"Anything specific I should know about?" She inquired, hoping that there hadn't been some major catastrophe. Sally was sure she would have heard about it on the news if there had been…

"We arrived today on the shuttle from Earth, and he fell unconscious as the plane landed. When he woke up, he had amnesia. Now, he's…" Trowa hesitated, and Sally's worry grew. "He's laughing."

"What!" Sally shrieked. This was worse than she could have possibly imagined. Heero with amnesia was something that she could have handled, because at least he still would have been Heero, to a degree, with similar personality traits. However, a Heero who laughed? "I'll be there as soon as I can!"

As Trowa wandered back towards the room that held Heero, his thoughts were pretty basic. **Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, is laughing. I must be in hell.**












~* In Heero's Room *~

After laughing for quite a few more minutes, Heero had finally noticed that Wufei was unconscious. He glanced at Duo and Quatre, who were both still staring at him. Quatre had begun to lean on a nearby chair, and was gripping it with all of his strength.

**All right, this is officially getting weird now.** Heero thought. **I thought it wasn't that big a deal to be stuck here, but now they're freaking out because I'm laughing. There's really only one possible reason for this. I must be in hell.**








~* End Chapter 3 *~

Has anyone else noticed that I always end each chapter with the same phrase from dimension to dimension? Sorry, I just found it amusing. Anyway, I'm on vacation now, so I should have more written pretty quickly. However, with all of my sibs home and demanding computer time, there are no guarantees.

~Rose