A/N: Before you say it: I'M SORRY. AND I KNOW YOU ALL WANNA KILL ME RIGHT NOW. okay. now that's done with. lemme explain. i know i said i did really well for my math paper. but my other papers weren't too promising and so, as a result, i have FKING tuition almost everyday and my computer time is like less than 1/2 hour a day and i just got a bf and and and... although none of the above is an excuse to update 2 months late. that's my excuse.

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I'm starting to do some serious linking. Just like Mr. Fllaga says: things get clearer when you link them up. He also says that Ms Murrue is hot, but we can't discredit him just based on bad taste.

Anyway, back to the linking. Lacus came to school today. Kira did not. I overheard, not eavesdropped mind you, Lacus telling our principal that Kira was not coming to school because he was in the hospital. Injured or simply ill, left for me to speculate.

Lacus was accompanied by a fierce looking kid who followed her around like a dog on a leash. I swear, he wore so much black and had such a forgettable face if he wore sunglasses he would fit the profile of a bouncer perfectly. Except that I was pretty sure he was a bodyguard.

This extended line of thinking and a pinch of stalking (only a pinch, I swear) eventually led me to conclude three main things:

1. Kira got injured and was in the hospital

2. Kira used to be Lacus' bodyguard

3. Lacus' new bodyguard loves strawberries

What? I didn't say they were relevant conclusions.

Speaking of relevance, I am going to talk about something just as important but completely irrelevant.

It just occurred to me that Athrun and I do not talk per se. Athrun and I tend to spend our time on more productive and adventurous ventures, which I will not expound due to certain sensitivities. Let me just tell you, his fingers are freaking nimble.

Thinking of this, I tried to start a conversation, I really did! But I must say it is darn distracting when you have a curious mouth and hands exploring your form. But I did manage to find out that he likes green, or was it wearing jeans? Whatever. It seemed that despite his charisma he did not talk much at all.

On the contrary, he was a great listener. He could sit and listen to me talk about just about anything and yet he would never fall asleep or forget a thing I said. He is either really good at lying or he is just perfect. I hope for the latter. I really hope for the latter.

Because if not, I can never be sure if he ever liked me.

Trust. It took me a while. I was afraid. Afraid that he would leave me alone just like my parents did. Leave me to be invisible.

Alone, if only.

Tell me again why I baby-sit? I mean it is only the lowest paying job with the lousiest privileges that include having a kid attached to your leg and a baby's screams test your patience.

If only Mayu were here. Now she was one amazing kid, practically the only kid I could live with. She was quiet and she had this quiet aura. You could hear the freaking silence when she was around AND she baby-sat.

She was only ten, but she was one hell of a baby-sitter. And also one hell of a sneak. That is why, with a tiny investment in a chocolate bar and a dash of persuasiveness, I now have the name of the hospital Kira is staying in and his room number.

So here I am, with a box of my homemade cookies (which do not really look like, or smell like, or even remotely taste like cookies, but cookies all the same) a few doors away from Kira's room and what do I see? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it is not Superman. It is a troop of Supermans, in black. They look like clones of the guy who was shadowing Lacus this morning, but this troop had sunglasses.

Black suits, check. 007 briefcases, check. Well-built chests, check. Sunglasses, check. Dangerous-looking lump behind their backs, check. I rest my case-they are so totally bodyguards.

But wait a minute (or two), a troop of bodyguards outside a bodyguard's room? Man, they really take hospital visits to the extreme. And what do I see there? No flowers?

There was definitely something more to this than meets the eye, than meets my eye.

And I swear, I would have gotten to the bottom of it if one of the clones did not just give me the evil eye.

Maybe I will do the detective thing tomorrow.

With Athrun of course. And Heine, I hear he has been working out. And Shiho, she does pack a nasty punch. Maybe I should just bring a tank.

Yeah…

I'll do the detecting work in my tank with Athrun, Heine and Shiho fighting alongside me.

The raging lunatic inside me thinks 'Aw, what the heck'.

And I barge through the troop to open the door, beginning the end of my life as I know it.

Things to do:

1. Live

2. Find out what is up with Murrue and Mr Fllaga

3. Solve my mini-mystery

4. Never, ever get tricked into baby-sitting duty. EVER

Things not to do:

1. Get killed by a troop of men in black

2. Baby-sit

3. History homework

4. Be short

A/N: well i hope you liked it! i'm adding more AxC fluff in the next chapter. heh. don't expect any plot developments in the next one. the next chapter is simple, plain fluff (: