Luna P skips out in front of all the wonderful reader: "You love it, you truly love it!!! Artigato to all you wonderful people who review."
"She thinks she's all that and a bad of chips..."
Luna P turns to see Duo whispering to the blushing Quatre.: "Maxwell no baka!!!"
Duo straightens, and looked at her. He grins madly, while scratching the back of his neck: "Heh, heh you heard?"
Luna P raises an eyebrow in anger: "Omae o Korosu baka otoko! I will postpone you from this story, if you keep up that attitude buko!"
Duo sulks, and sighs: "Fine." Looks at the reader, and slaps on a grin: "One the last episode of Love is the Cure, we found that Usagi had been ill, but a mysterious young, handsome man saved her."
Quatre frowns: "It could have not been you Duo."
Duo scoffs: "What do you think you were the one?"
Luna P steps in front of the two: "Well, lets get on with this, since you all love it so much. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story. All you have to do is press the arrow to see more."
Then she turns, and literally drags the two out of the way. Several seconds pass, and the curtain rises for the readers.
Chapter two- 'Quatre'
Relena folded the letter, and set it down on her desk. She stared down at it, and frowned in thought. 'How?'
She shook her head, and opened the letter once more. She skimmed through it, and then read it once more.
The door to her office opened, but she didn't bother to look up. She set the letter down again, and pursed her lips together.
"Is something the matter Miss Relena?"
Relena looked up, slightly startled to see someone in her office. She blinked several times, and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Hai, everything is just fine Miss Noin."
The lady in her off was tall, and well trained as an officer. She wore the initial uniform, a royal blue coat, and white stretch pants that hugged her thighs. Black boots pulled up to her knees reflected the lights in the room. Her skin pale, but fair gleamed in the light. Her slender hands were masked with white gloves, as if they could cover the blood, her hands had shed in a war in the past. Her hair, so dark it looked blue, was short in the back, but she kept her bangs long, and they covered one blue eye.
Noin glanced at the letter suspiciously, "Bad news I assume." Her eyes flickered from the letter but went back to Relena's light blue orbs.
Relena glanced down at the letter, and frowned. "Oh no, not bad news, just shocking." Sighed, and pushed her chair, back from her desk. She stood, and ran her hands down the front of her, smoothing the wrinkles from the pale pink dress she wore. The sleeves fell off her slender shoulders, and ruffled around the collar.
Relena smoothed back a stand of wheat colored hair that had fallen into her eyes. Her hair was neither blonde nor brown, but a mixture of both. It fell down to her shoulders loosely, and brushed against her pale smooth skin.
Relena looked up at Noin, as she picked up the letter again. She read it over, before she stated, "It's a letter from my Otooji."
Noin's eyes widen slightly, "Uncle, but you never said anything about..."
Relena nodded, "I don't know him well. Otosan told me about him, and about his musume. My Otosan, and Otooji had been best friends growing up together, and my Otosan married his friend's sister."
Noin nodded, "Why did you just now get a letter from him? All so sudden?"
Relena folded the letter again, and tossed it onto her desk. "My Obason died, when I was really young. She had a disease, something that slowly kills the person who has it." Relena paused, and glanced at Noin. "I barely remember my Itoko. We were five when I last saw her. She had gotten the same disease her okaasan had."
Noin frowned, "Is she...?"
Relena smiled, and shook her head, "iie. That's why I was given the letter. My Otooji found a cure, and my Itoko is healthy again." Noin smiled, "But then why are you so troubled?" Relena shook her head, "I'm not, and it's just that, she's coming here."
Noin nodded, "But then that's great news. I'll prepare a car. When does she arrive?"
Relena sighed, "In two hours."
Noin bowed, "then I shall wait for her at the airport, would you like to come Miss Relena?" Relena shook her head, "iie. She won't ride in a limo. She said that when she gets here, she'd get here on her own. She's very stubborn."
Noin nodded, "Alright then. I will have the gejos ready a room for her."
Relena nodded, and waited till Noin left the room. She sighed, and walked back to her desk. She stood behind it, and suddenly slammed her palms on the surface. "Bachiatara!" She pursed her lips together. "They won't except her. To them she will be their enemy, and mine as well."
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Usagi grinned, as she stepped out into the airport. She inhaled deeply, and stated, "What beautiful air." She shifted her carry-on, and walked to where he luggage had been dropped.
She, along with other passengers waited for their bags. Usagi recognized hers, and reached for them. From behind, someone brushed up against her. "Sorry miss." Usagi glanced over her shoulder. The voice had held an accent, sort of Arabic if she remembered correctly.
Usagi didn't see anyone real close to her, so she let it drop. She then grabbed her bags, and lifted them out of the way for other people to reach theirs. Each hand holding up a suitcase, Usagi turned and head for the exit of the airport.
One step out of the doors, she was blasted with 90 degrees temperature. The wind seemed to scorch her skin, but she didn't care. It was much better than back home, with snow on the ground in the middle of July.
Usagi walked to the edge of the sidewalk, and glanced both ways. Cars slowly drove by, taking car that there were pedestrians around.
Usagi looked over, and saw a yellow car coming towards her. "Takushi!" Usagi held up her hand. "Takushi!" Usagi heard an echo to her voice. She glanced over, to see a man, her age also holding up his hand as she was.
The yellow cab pulled over once more, this time in front of them. The young man noticed her, and blushed. "Oh sorry miss." He dropped his hand. "Its you."
"Excuse me."
Usagi grinned, "You're the one who touched my butt."
This time the man went beat red. Usagi giggled, "That is so cute. But hey it's okay. At least you didn't fondle, then I'd get mad. But here take the cab I'm in no hurry..."
The young man shook his head, and long platinum blonde bangs fell into light blue eyes that stared at her. "No that is ok. I'm in no hurry to get back to the academy."
Usagi raised both her eyebrows, "Academy, you mean Peacecraft right?" He nodded. "That's where I'm heading to." Suddenly the window to the passenger seat rolled down. "Are you getting in or what?"
Usagi sheepishly laughed, "Yea sure." She opened the door, and looked at him. "Get in, we'll both take this one."
The young man nodded, and grabbed Usagi's bags, and placed them in the back seat. He then took his and did the same. He climbed in and shut the door.
Usagi shrugged, and took her seat in the passenger side of the car. The cab pulled out from the curb, and started down the road.
Usagi rested her head against the back of her seat. "So why are you going to the academy miss?"
Usagi grinned, "Well, I'm not going to school, but I guess I could. I'm just visiting a relative of mine."
The man nodded, "Why aren't you going to go to school there. Won't you get bored?" Usagi smiled, and turned around in her seat. "Well I guess you could say I've been home schooled my whole life. And well I could be in college." He asked, "What do you mean by you could say..." Usagi frowned, and sat down back in her seat. "Lets not talk about it. I don't really want to think about my past."
"I understand, I'd like to not remember mine as well." Usagi nodded, "then we both have a thing in common."
There was silence for most of the rest of the trip. Suddenly Usagi turned around, and held out her hand. "I never introduced myself. I'm Tsukino Usagi."
The man grasped her hand in his, and shook it, "It's nice to meet you miss Tsukino. I'm Quatre R. Winner."
Usagi grinned, "No miss. It's just Usagi."
Quatre nodded, "Then call me Quatre Miss...I mean Usagi." Usagi winked at him, and turned back around in her seat.
Minutes later, the car pulled in front of the academy, and Usagi and Quatre split the money. They both climbed out, and Quatre took out their luggage.
Usagi bowed to Quatre, "It was a pleasure meeting you Quatre, and I hope our paths cross again."
Quatre nodded as well.
"Hey Q man!!"
Quatre looked up, to see a young man his age. While Quatre was dressed nicely, in regular clothes, his friends didn't. Quatre was dressed in brown slacks, with a black belt through the loops. A white dress shirt tucked in nicely, and a blue vest over it.
His friend was dressed in the schools uniform, a blue tux, with a red tie that had been loosened at the neck. His friend had long hair, which fell to his thighs in a long chestnut braid. His eyes were dark cobalt blue, but full of humor.
The young man bounded down the stairs, before pulling Quatre into a tight hug. Usagi noticed two other young men make their way down as well.
"Braided baka let the poor boy go!" Usagi smirked, but held in her laughter. The one who had spoke, was quite interesting. Chinese, and dressed in Chinese's garbs, white loose fitting pants, and a blue shoulder sleeve shirt designed with a golden dragon. His hair, black as night, was slicked back in a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck. Defined with muscles, and tan skin that stretched over them tightly, made him look sexy. But most of all was his dark obsidian orbs that glared at the other man.
The last guy to join them was the first to notice her. A single emerald green eye scanned her over carefully. She could only see one eye, since the other had been hidden away by long honey brown hair, which was cut short in the back, but long in the front. He was also dressed in the uniform. Unlike the other three, he was tall, and much older than her. He was lean, but beautiful in his own way. Through the suit, she could see the faint outline of muscles.
Usagi shook her head, at the braided young man rubbed Quattre's head, causing the young man to blush in embarrassment. Usagi looked up, to see a young woman.
"You must be Usagi."
The three men, plus Quatre looked at Usagi, just as she nodded. "Hai I am. Is my Itoko free to see me?"
"Now why wouldn't I be Usa?"
Usagi turned her head slightly, and noticed the girl, her age standing next to the older woman. "Relena." "Usagi." Usagi grinned, and raced up the steps, and enveloped Relena in a tight hug. "Boy I've missed you a lot Lena chan."
Relena nodded back, and hugged the tiny girl closer.
The braided young man asked, "Did I miss something?"
The tall silent one was the only one to reply, "It looks like we all did."
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Relena led Usagi inside into her office. Usagi glanced around, "Nice place you have here Lena."
Relena smiled over her shoulder, "you think so? Believe me I never thought I'd receive such a fine piece of treasure as this." Usagi looked at the walls, and studied each painting. She saw one of Relena, dressed nicely, and her hair done up in a bun. A golden crown on her head. It was a lovely picture.
Usagi turned around to Relena a smile on her face. "A treasure? Relena I hardly call it that. This place is a gold mine. And I saw the previous newspapers. A queen? How lucky can you get?"
Relena softly smiled, "but you do know that makes us..." Usagi nodded, "Hai I know. I'm no relation to the Peacecraft, but to heart you are my Itoko." Relena softly smiled, and seated herself behind the desk. Usagi sat in the leather chair in front of Relena, and crossed one leg over the other.
"Usagi, please do tell, how...I mean, what happened?"
Usagi turned her gaze away, as she tilted herself back in the seat. "Well, it's sort of hard to say. I had been diagnosed with the disease, when I was young. My Otosan found the cure, and I'm alive."
Relena noticed, the guarded expression in her eyes, and cleared her throat. "Well lets not dwell on the past. I should be touring you around the academy."
Usagi looked back at Relena, her eyes were still darker than usual. "No need. But I do question, where can I find a barber. I have yet to cut my hair. And it's been so long, I must have split ends."
Relena stood, "why don't I accompany you, and we can tour the city. Together that is, and enjoy the lovely day outside."
Usagi blinked, and the guarded expression in her eyes vanished. She smiled, "that sounds great. Lets go."
Relena stood, and moved to the door to her office. Usagi stood, and glanced at the picture of Relena once more. "Intriguing."
"What was that Usa?"
Usagi looked at Relena, "Nothing Lena. Lets go." She grabbed Relena's hand, and the two stepped out into the hall."
"Relena!"
"Relena sama!"
"Miss Peacecraft!"
"Princess!"
Relena turned, and was instantly swarmed by students who wore the custom uniform. Usagi was wrenched away from Relena. "Lena chan!" Relena replied, "Gomen Usagi, but I have to speak with the students first."
Usagi nodded, and replied, "No prob. girl. I'll go alone, I can take care of myself!" Relena shook her head, "iie, I'll have Quatre san, or one of the others go with you."
Usagi shrugged, and followed the hall to the entry hall. By the time she had reached it, after getting lost three times in the hallway, Quatre had already arrived.
"Miss...I mean Usagi. Shall we?" Usagi grinned, "Hai Quatre chan." She slipped her arm through his, and held on at the crook of his arm. "To the barber shop!"
Quatre laughed, a faint blush scorching his cheeks. The two left the academy, and climbed into the pink limo.
Quatre sat next to Usagi, and clasped her hands in his lap. "SO your relation at the academy, I assume is Miss Relena."
Usagi winced slightly, "Hai. We're itokos. Well sort of, her adoptive family is related to me, so it's close enough. Itokos at heart I should say. We were close when we were kids."
"But..."
Usagi looked down at her lap, and tried to block out that day. That day of final goodbyes, and the knowledge of knowing they would never meet again.
"My okaasan was sick, and then I got sick, and we just never found the time to see each other, and time seem to meld into..."
"Year."
Usagi hauntingly smiled, and looked up at him. Her eyes were guarded again, holding knowledge beyond her years. "So much I have missed... but that doesn't matter." She turned her gaze to the window. "Tell me about yourself Quatre." She watched the buildings fly by her tinted window.
Quatre cleared his throat. "Well, there isn't much to say. I am the descendant of the Winner family. My family is from colony L4, and I inherited my father's business. That is after he passed away. I never met my mother, but my sisters told me she was wonderful. Oh and I have 29 sisters."
"29 sisters. Holy cow had your parents manage that!" Quatre looked at her, and was slightly surprised. She had showed not interest about his parents, while other would have pressed, of showed pity to him. She acted as if he had never mentioned them. "They were test tube babies. I was the only real child."
Usagi gasped, "Wow. I bet it was interesting. Tell me about them, please all 29 of them."
Quatre chuckled, "Sure, if you must know. The oldest, Iria, is a doctor. She is very smart..." and so he told her, each and every detail he could make out of all his sisters. Told her what they did as they grew up, what is had been like. And she had shown interest to everything he said, her eyes lighting up, and giggling when he began to laugh.
As the limo slowed down, and pulled to the curb, Quatre couldn't help but realize, that Usagi had changed the subject. Not directly, or completely, but had taken his mind off the pain of his past. As he watched her, he noticed the way her face would light up, and when he came to a struggling part about the pain in his past, Usagi would shout out something he had said five minutes ago, and he would forget what he had been saying.
The butler, came to the back seat door near the curb, and opened the door. Miss Usagi." Usagi easily climbed out, and chuckled, "Ranshid, please call me Usagi." Ranshid faintly smiled, "alright Usagi."
Usagi nodded, and waited till Quatre climbed out of the back seat. "I'm glad you remember me." Ranshid smiled even more this time, "How could I forget. You gave me that rose, on my birthday. The only one that remembered, and brought out a piece of cake. Remember that day?"
Usagi flushed, "Hai I did. You were so much younger, no offence, but..." her blush darkened, "you were my only friend, and the only one that cared about me, or so I thought at the time. Okaasan was sick, and Otosan was ill with worry. I had plucked a blue rose from out garden, and cut the cake Fiona had made the day before. I even put in one of those musical candles. We sang along with it, and laughed."
Ranshid nodded, and slammed the door shut. "It was the most precious time I ever had, and a most memorable one at that. Now that I think about it, that rose lived till the day your..." He stopped, and shook his head, "well I better go. I'll be back in..."
Unfazed by his words, Usagi chirped out, "in three hours. I need to shop too. Oh you don't mind do you Quatre? Ranshid could pick you up..."
Quatre shook his head, "not at all Usagi. Come on, let's go or we will be late for your appointment."
"Appointment?"
Quatre nodded, and led her into the barbershop, "to get you hair done." "Oh yeah."
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An hour later Usagi stepped out of the barbershop. "If you got it cut, and so much of it, why didn't you grow it out? And so long, your hair touched your heels."
Usagi grinned, "I guess you could say, that I forgot about it, and just let it go, without even knowing I was."
Quatre frowned slightly, but let it go for now. He wasn't sure, if it were all lies, or just most of it. he shook his head, and followed her down the side walk. "It looks good short."
Usagi attentively touched the end, and asked, "truthfully?" Quatre nodded full heartedly. "Yes, quite lovely."
Usagi smiled, "artigato Quatre chan." And linked her arm with his once more, making him flush.
Usagi giggled again, tossed her short golden blond hair over her shoulder. Her azure blue eyes gleamed in the sunlight. The two entered the mini shopping mall.
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Usagi climbed out of the limo. "Quatre let me pay you back. I don't want to take..."
"No Usagi, it was a pleasure to shop with you, and I don't mind paying for your things." "But Quatre... I never intended to get anything, but then I saw that dress. I could have just as easily waited tomorrow."
Quatre frowned, as he shuffled with the bags he held, and walked up the steps to the academy. "And you heard the sales woman. She said it was their last, and it was in your size."
Usagi frowned, and sprinted after him up the stairs. "Hai but let me pay you back. I'll make up the cost, just give me..."
"No Usagi. And that's final."
Usagi gaped at him, as Ranshid opened the front door for them. They walked briskfully inside. "You're cruel you know that. Its that, or you're to kind and caring for your own good."
"Well I wouldn't say I was cruel." Usagi giggled, and replied, "I don't know, give me a few more days. You did say we had to go, even though I wanted to go to the ice-cream parlor. Quatre rolled his eyes, but the blush was still on his cheeks.
Usagi smiled, "you're so cute." She raced up to Relena's room, with al her bags in hand. "Artigato Quatre."
She shut the door behind her, and tossed the bags to the corner of the large room. Usagi casually moved to the mirror, in the room, and stared at her reflection.
Golden blond hair, fell down her shoulders, and ended there. Her bangs heart shaped on her forehead. Her eyes bright blue in color looked fake, even she could tell the lies of true laughter and happiness. She tried again, and saw the amusement she tried to hold onto all day long. But at some points, she had been truly amused. Quatre had made her laugh, and forget about the past.
She was slim, and not even close to being tall, almost 5'0 at the age of 16, was two thumbs down for her, but she had no choice but to live with it. Mostly legs, they sprouted from the black skirt she wore, that barely reached her knees. The blouse was a light blue in color, slightly tucked into her shirt, and puffed out around her slender waist. Black tennis shoes on her feet, and light blue socks folded over.
It was one of the clothes her otosan had let her get. He had been reluctant with the skirt, but still had caved in for her own good.
Usagi turned around, "Jet lag, need some sleep, that I do." She quickly changed into her pjs, and fell onto the large bed, curling into a ball. She didn't sleep a dreamful sleep; she dreamed nothing but nightmares.
"She thinks she's all that and a bad of chips..."
Luna P turns to see Duo whispering to the blushing Quatre.: "Maxwell no baka!!!"
Duo straightens, and looked at her. He grins madly, while scratching the back of his neck: "Heh, heh you heard?"
Luna P raises an eyebrow in anger: "Omae o Korosu baka otoko! I will postpone you from this story, if you keep up that attitude buko!"
Duo sulks, and sighs: "Fine." Looks at the reader, and slaps on a grin: "One the last episode of Love is the Cure, we found that Usagi had been ill, but a mysterious young, handsome man saved her."
Quatre frowns: "It could have not been you Duo."
Duo scoffs: "What do you think you were the one?"
Luna P steps in front of the two: "Well, lets get on with this, since you all love it so much. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the story. All you have to do is press the arrow to see more."
Then she turns, and literally drags the two out of the way. Several seconds pass, and the curtain rises for the readers.
Chapter two- 'Quatre'
Relena folded the letter, and set it down on her desk. She stared down at it, and frowned in thought. 'How?'
She shook her head, and opened the letter once more. She skimmed through it, and then read it once more.
The door to her office opened, but she didn't bother to look up. She set the letter down again, and pursed her lips together.
"Is something the matter Miss Relena?"
Relena looked up, slightly startled to see someone in her office. She blinked several times, and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Hai, everything is just fine Miss Noin."
The lady in her off was tall, and well trained as an officer. She wore the initial uniform, a royal blue coat, and white stretch pants that hugged her thighs. Black boots pulled up to her knees reflected the lights in the room. Her skin pale, but fair gleamed in the light. Her slender hands were masked with white gloves, as if they could cover the blood, her hands had shed in a war in the past. Her hair, so dark it looked blue, was short in the back, but she kept her bangs long, and they covered one blue eye.
Noin glanced at the letter suspiciously, "Bad news I assume." Her eyes flickered from the letter but went back to Relena's light blue orbs.
Relena glanced down at the letter, and frowned. "Oh no, not bad news, just shocking." Sighed, and pushed her chair, back from her desk. She stood, and ran her hands down the front of her, smoothing the wrinkles from the pale pink dress she wore. The sleeves fell off her slender shoulders, and ruffled around the collar.
Relena smoothed back a stand of wheat colored hair that had fallen into her eyes. Her hair was neither blonde nor brown, but a mixture of both. It fell down to her shoulders loosely, and brushed against her pale smooth skin.
Relena looked up at Noin, as she picked up the letter again. She read it over, before she stated, "It's a letter from my Otooji."
Noin's eyes widen slightly, "Uncle, but you never said anything about..."
Relena nodded, "I don't know him well. Otosan told me about him, and about his musume. My Otosan, and Otooji had been best friends growing up together, and my Otosan married his friend's sister."
Noin nodded, "Why did you just now get a letter from him? All so sudden?"
Relena folded the letter again, and tossed it onto her desk. "My Obason died, when I was really young. She had a disease, something that slowly kills the person who has it." Relena paused, and glanced at Noin. "I barely remember my Itoko. We were five when I last saw her. She had gotten the same disease her okaasan had."
Noin frowned, "Is she...?"
Relena smiled, and shook her head, "iie. That's why I was given the letter. My Otooji found a cure, and my Itoko is healthy again." Noin smiled, "But then why are you so troubled?" Relena shook her head, "I'm not, and it's just that, she's coming here."
Noin nodded, "But then that's great news. I'll prepare a car. When does she arrive?"
Relena sighed, "In two hours."
Noin bowed, "then I shall wait for her at the airport, would you like to come Miss Relena?" Relena shook her head, "iie. She won't ride in a limo. She said that when she gets here, she'd get here on her own. She's very stubborn."
Noin nodded, "Alright then. I will have the gejos ready a room for her."
Relena nodded, and waited till Noin left the room. She sighed, and walked back to her desk. She stood behind it, and suddenly slammed her palms on the surface. "Bachiatara!" She pursed her lips together. "They won't except her. To them she will be their enemy, and mine as well."
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Usagi grinned, as she stepped out into the airport. She inhaled deeply, and stated, "What beautiful air." She shifted her carry-on, and walked to where he luggage had been dropped.
She, along with other passengers waited for their bags. Usagi recognized hers, and reached for them. From behind, someone brushed up against her. "Sorry miss." Usagi glanced over her shoulder. The voice had held an accent, sort of Arabic if she remembered correctly.
Usagi didn't see anyone real close to her, so she let it drop. She then grabbed her bags, and lifted them out of the way for other people to reach theirs. Each hand holding up a suitcase, Usagi turned and head for the exit of the airport.
One step out of the doors, she was blasted with 90 degrees temperature. The wind seemed to scorch her skin, but she didn't care. It was much better than back home, with snow on the ground in the middle of July.
Usagi walked to the edge of the sidewalk, and glanced both ways. Cars slowly drove by, taking car that there were pedestrians around.
Usagi looked over, and saw a yellow car coming towards her. "Takushi!" Usagi held up her hand. "Takushi!" Usagi heard an echo to her voice. She glanced over, to see a man, her age also holding up his hand as she was.
The yellow cab pulled over once more, this time in front of them. The young man noticed her, and blushed. "Oh sorry miss." He dropped his hand. "Its you."
"Excuse me."
Usagi grinned, "You're the one who touched my butt."
This time the man went beat red. Usagi giggled, "That is so cute. But hey it's okay. At least you didn't fondle, then I'd get mad. But here take the cab I'm in no hurry..."
The young man shook his head, and long platinum blonde bangs fell into light blue eyes that stared at her. "No that is ok. I'm in no hurry to get back to the academy."
Usagi raised both her eyebrows, "Academy, you mean Peacecraft right?" He nodded. "That's where I'm heading to." Suddenly the window to the passenger seat rolled down. "Are you getting in or what?"
Usagi sheepishly laughed, "Yea sure." She opened the door, and looked at him. "Get in, we'll both take this one."
The young man nodded, and grabbed Usagi's bags, and placed them in the back seat. He then took his and did the same. He climbed in and shut the door.
Usagi shrugged, and took her seat in the passenger side of the car. The cab pulled out from the curb, and started down the road.
Usagi rested her head against the back of her seat. "So why are you going to the academy miss?"
Usagi grinned, "Well, I'm not going to school, but I guess I could. I'm just visiting a relative of mine."
The man nodded, "Why aren't you going to go to school there. Won't you get bored?" Usagi smiled, and turned around in her seat. "Well I guess you could say I've been home schooled my whole life. And well I could be in college." He asked, "What do you mean by you could say..." Usagi frowned, and sat down back in her seat. "Lets not talk about it. I don't really want to think about my past."
"I understand, I'd like to not remember mine as well." Usagi nodded, "then we both have a thing in common."
There was silence for most of the rest of the trip. Suddenly Usagi turned around, and held out her hand. "I never introduced myself. I'm Tsukino Usagi."
The man grasped her hand in his, and shook it, "It's nice to meet you miss Tsukino. I'm Quatre R. Winner."
Usagi grinned, "No miss. It's just Usagi."
Quatre nodded, "Then call me Quatre Miss...I mean Usagi." Usagi winked at him, and turned back around in her seat.
Minutes later, the car pulled in front of the academy, and Usagi and Quatre split the money. They both climbed out, and Quatre took out their luggage.
Usagi bowed to Quatre, "It was a pleasure meeting you Quatre, and I hope our paths cross again."
Quatre nodded as well.
"Hey Q man!!"
Quatre looked up, to see a young man his age. While Quatre was dressed nicely, in regular clothes, his friends didn't. Quatre was dressed in brown slacks, with a black belt through the loops. A white dress shirt tucked in nicely, and a blue vest over it.
His friend was dressed in the schools uniform, a blue tux, with a red tie that had been loosened at the neck. His friend had long hair, which fell to his thighs in a long chestnut braid. His eyes were dark cobalt blue, but full of humor.
The young man bounded down the stairs, before pulling Quatre into a tight hug. Usagi noticed two other young men make their way down as well.
"Braided baka let the poor boy go!" Usagi smirked, but held in her laughter. The one who had spoke, was quite interesting. Chinese, and dressed in Chinese's garbs, white loose fitting pants, and a blue shoulder sleeve shirt designed with a golden dragon. His hair, black as night, was slicked back in a tight ponytail at the nape of his neck. Defined with muscles, and tan skin that stretched over them tightly, made him look sexy. But most of all was his dark obsidian orbs that glared at the other man.
The last guy to join them was the first to notice her. A single emerald green eye scanned her over carefully. She could only see one eye, since the other had been hidden away by long honey brown hair, which was cut short in the back, but long in the front. He was also dressed in the uniform. Unlike the other three, he was tall, and much older than her. He was lean, but beautiful in his own way. Through the suit, she could see the faint outline of muscles.
Usagi shook her head, at the braided young man rubbed Quattre's head, causing the young man to blush in embarrassment. Usagi looked up, to see a young woman.
"You must be Usagi."
The three men, plus Quatre looked at Usagi, just as she nodded. "Hai I am. Is my Itoko free to see me?"
"Now why wouldn't I be Usa?"
Usagi turned her head slightly, and noticed the girl, her age standing next to the older woman. "Relena." "Usagi." Usagi grinned, and raced up the steps, and enveloped Relena in a tight hug. "Boy I've missed you a lot Lena chan."
Relena nodded back, and hugged the tiny girl closer.
The braided young man asked, "Did I miss something?"
The tall silent one was the only one to reply, "It looks like we all did."
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Relena led Usagi inside into her office. Usagi glanced around, "Nice place you have here Lena."
Relena smiled over her shoulder, "you think so? Believe me I never thought I'd receive such a fine piece of treasure as this." Usagi looked at the walls, and studied each painting. She saw one of Relena, dressed nicely, and her hair done up in a bun. A golden crown on her head. It was a lovely picture.
Usagi turned around to Relena a smile on her face. "A treasure? Relena I hardly call it that. This place is a gold mine. And I saw the previous newspapers. A queen? How lucky can you get?"
Relena softly smiled, "but you do know that makes us..." Usagi nodded, "Hai I know. I'm no relation to the Peacecraft, but to heart you are my Itoko." Relena softly smiled, and seated herself behind the desk. Usagi sat in the leather chair in front of Relena, and crossed one leg over the other.
"Usagi, please do tell, how...I mean, what happened?"
Usagi turned her gaze away, as she tilted herself back in the seat. "Well, it's sort of hard to say. I had been diagnosed with the disease, when I was young. My Otosan found the cure, and I'm alive."
Relena noticed, the guarded expression in her eyes, and cleared her throat. "Well lets not dwell on the past. I should be touring you around the academy."
Usagi looked back at Relena, her eyes were still darker than usual. "No need. But I do question, where can I find a barber. I have yet to cut my hair. And it's been so long, I must have split ends."
Relena stood, "why don't I accompany you, and we can tour the city. Together that is, and enjoy the lovely day outside."
Usagi blinked, and the guarded expression in her eyes vanished. She smiled, "that sounds great. Lets go."
Relena stood, and moved to the door to her office. Usagi stood, and glanced at the picture of Relena once more. "Intriguing."
"What was that Usa?"
Usagi looked at Relena, "Nothing Lena. Lets go." She grabbed Relena's hand, and the two stepped out into the hall."
"Relena!"
"Relena sama!"
"Miss Peacecraft!"
"Princess!"
Relena turned, and was instantly swarmed by students who wore the custom uniform. Usagi was wrenched away from Relena. "Lena chan!" Relena replied, "Gomen Usagi, but I have to speak with the students first."
Usagi nodded, and replied, "No prob. girl. I'll go alone, I can take care of myself!" Relena shook her head, "iie, I'll have Quatre san, or one of the others go with you."
Usagi shrugged, and followed the hall to the entry hall. By the time she had reached it, after getting lost three times in the hallway, Quatre had already arrived.
"Miss...I mean Usagi. Shall we?" Usagi grinned, "Hai Quatre chan." She slipped her arm through his, and held on at the crook of his arm. "To the barber shop!"
Quatre laughed, a faint blush scorching his cheeks. The two left the academy, and climbed into the pink limo.
Quatre sat next to Usagi, and clasped her hands in his lap. "SO your relation at the academy, I assume is Miss Relena."
Usagi winced slightly, "Hai. We're itokos. Well sort of, her adoptive family is related to me, so it's close enough. Itokos at heart I should say. We were close when we were kids."
"But..."
Usagi looked down at her lap, and tried to block out that day. That day of final goodbyes, and the knowledge of knowing they would never meet again.
"My okaasan was sick, and then I got sick, and we just never found the time to see each other, and time seem to meld into..."
"Year."
Usagi hauntingly smiled, and looked up at him. Her eyes were guarded again, holding knowledge beyond her years. "So much I have missed... but that doesn't matter." She turned her gaze to the window. "Tell me about yourself Quatre." She watched the buildings fly by her tinted window.
Quatre cleared his throat. "Well, there isn't much to say. I am the descendant of the Winner family. My family is from colony L4, and I inherited my father's business. That is after he passed away. I never met my mother, but my sisters told me she was wonderful. Oh and I have 29 sisters."
"29 sisters. Holy cow had your parents manage that!" Quatre looked at her, and was slightly surprised. She had showed not interest about his parents, while other would have pressed, of showed pity to him. She acted as if he had never mentioned them. "They were test tube babies. I was the only real child."
Usagi gasped, "Wow. I bet it was interesting. Tell me about them, please all 29 of them."
Quatre chuckled, "Sure, if you must know. The oldest, Iria, is a doctor. She is very smart..." and so he told her, each and every detail he could make out of all his sisters. Told her what they did as they grew up, what is had been like. And she had shown interest to everything he said, her eyes lighting up, and giggling when he began to laugh.
As the limo slowed down, and pulled to the curb, Quatre couldn't help but realize, that Usagi had changed the subject. Not directly, or completely, but had taken his mind off the pain of his past. As he watched her, he noticed the way her face would light up, and when he came to a struggling part about the pain in his past, Usagi would shout out something he had said five minutes ago, and he would forget what he had been saying.
The butler, came to the back seat door near the curb, and opened the door. Miss Usagi." Usagi easily climbed out, and chuckled, "Ranshid, please call me Usagi." Ranshid faintly smiled, "alright Usagi."
Usagi nodded, and waited till Quatre climbed out of the back seat. "I'm glad you remember me." Ranshid smiled even more this time, "How could I forget. You gave me that rose, on my birthday. The only one that remembered, and brought out a piece of cake. Remember that day?"
Usagi flushed, "Hai I did. You were so much younger, no offence, but..." her blush darkened, "you were my only friend, and the only one that cared about me, or so I thought at the time. Okaasan was sick, and Otosan was ill with worry. I had plucked a blue rose from out garden, and cut the cake Fiona had made the day before. I even put in one of those musical candles. We sang along with it, and laughed."
Ranshid nodded, and slammed the door shut. "It was the most precious time I ever had, and a most memorable one at that. Now that I think about it, that rose lived till the day your..." He stopped, and shook his head, "well I better go. I'll be back in..."
Unfazed by his words, Usagi chirped out, "in three hours. I need to shop too. Oh you don't mind do you Quatre? Ranshid could pick you up..."
Quatre shook his head, "not at all Usagi. Come on, let's go or we will be late for your appointment."
"Appointment?"
Quatre nodded, and led her into the barbershop, "to get you hair done." "Oh yeah."
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An hour later Usagi stepped out of the barbershop. "If you got it cut, and so much of it, why didn't you grow it out? And so long, your hair touched your heels."
Usagi grinned, "I guess you could say, that I forgot about it, and just let it go, without even knowing I was."
Quatre frowned slightly, but let it go for now. He wasn't sure, if it were all lies, or just most of it. he shook his head, and followed her down the side walk. "It looks good short."
Usagi attentively touched the end, and asked, "truthfully?" Quatre nodded full heartedly. "Yes, quite lovely."
Usagi smiled, "artigato Quatre chan." And linked her arm with his once more, making him flush.
Usagi giggled again, tossed her short golden blond hair over her shoulder. Her azure blue eyes gleamed in the sunlight. The two entered the mini shopping mall.
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Usagi climbed out of the limo. "Quatre let me pay you back. I don't want to take..."
"No Usagi, it was a pleasure to shop with you, and I don't mind paying for your things." "But Quatre... I never intended to get anything, but then I saw that dress. I could have just as easily waited tomorrow."
Quatre frowned, as he shuffled with the bags he held, and walked up the steps to the academy. "And you heard the sales woman. She said it was their last, and it was in your size."
Usagi frowned, and sprinted after him up the stairs. "Hai but let me pay you back. I'll make up the cost, just give me..."
"No Usagi. And that's final."
Usagi gaped at him, as Ranshid opened the front door for them. They walked briskfully inside. "You're cruel you know that. Its that, or you're to kind and caring for your own good."
"Well I wouldn't say I was cruel." Usagi giggled, and replied, "I don't know, give me a few more days. You did say we had to go, even though I wanted to go to the ice-cream parlor. Quatre rolled his eyes, but the blush was still on his cheeks.
Usagi smiled, "you're so cute." She raced up to Relena's room, with al her bags in hand. "Artigato Quatre."
She shut the door behind her, and tossed the bags to the corner of the large room. Usagi casually moved to the mirror, in the room, and stared at her reflection.
Golden blond hair, fell down her shoulders, and ended there. Her bangs heart shaped on her forehead. Her eyes bright blue in color looked fake, even she could tell the lies of true laughter and happiness. She tried again, and saw the amusement she tried to hold onto all day long. But at some points, she had been truly amused. Quatre had made her laugh, and forget about the past.
She was slim, and not even close to being tall, almost 5'0 at the age of 16, was two thumbs down for her, but she had no choice but to live with it. Mostly legs, they sprouted from the black skirt she wore, that barely reached her knees. The blouse was a light blue in color, slightly tucked into her shirt, and puffed out around her slender waist. Black tennis shoes on her feet, and light blue socks folded over.
It was one of the clothes her otosan had let her get. He had been reluctant with the skirt, but still had caved in for her own good.
Usagi turned around, "Jet lag, need some sleep, that I do." She quickly changed into her pjs, and fell onto the large bed, curling into a ball. She didn't sleep a dreamful sleep; she dreamed nothing but nightmares.