Chapter nine- 'Wufei'
It was only nine o'clock, and she was already restless. She paced the floor, like a cat. Her chin touched her chest, as she pondered over last night. It had happened so fast, and she was still light headed over it.
"Kami, what is going on here?" Everything was being thrown off, and everything seemed to collapse around her. "There is something terribly wrong, going on around here."
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and gnawed on it nervously, a terrible habit, but this time she let herself give into it. "My life is in danger, but so is everyone else's lives."
She let out a frustrated sigh, and walked to the large double-sided glass window. She could see the front of the academy. The sun gazed over the green grass, and beat down on the black gate, that seemed to enclose the school in. But it was for safety right, or did it test the enemy's strength to get over it and attack. She was confused; a man had come into her room, and died in doing so. He had the power to climb the fence, and tried to kill her, or was it her Itoko. Was the enemy after her itoko, or herself? She tugged at the shoulder length hair, and frowned.
She stalked across the room, and pressed her pal, against the window. She looked out beyond the lawn. They were keeping her here, for her protection, but how much protection was it. She couldn't have then lock her away, like some child whenever something bad happen.
She could see students, who had joined this school, to learn pacifisms, and peace wander across the courtyard. Why couldn't she be as free, and peaceful as them. They could live their lives without worry, if they would wake up alive the next morning. What kind of life was she living, not one she loved, but had to deal with day after day.
She pulled away. She shouldn't be weak, and hiding behind doors, that would protect her from the world she was missing out on. Determined, she walked across the room hotly, and undid the high tech lock. It clicked, and then there was a soft beep. She opened the door, just as the person bent on their knees stood.
"Oh my." She stared at the dark haired figure indifferently. The person smirked, "Well hello."
She gasped, and was about to scream, but a hand covered her mouth muffling her cries of fear. Her eyes went wide with fright, and the figure hushed her gently, "This is all for the better." And then she was pushed back inside the room, with the door shut and locked behind them.
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She searched the closest, and found nothing to her taste. She frowned, and shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "I guess this shall do." She pulled out a hanger that held a distasteful uniform on it.
She walked to the bed, and tossed it on the unmade bed. "Should I make it...nah, the gejos can." She walked to the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. "The best way to start over." She looked in the mirror, and laughed at the reflection. "Kami, what did you do to yourself?" She shook her head with a sigh, and hurried to the shower. She turned on the spray, and waited for the right temp.
She smirked, and pulled the shower open. The steam started to cloud up the room, but she didn't mind at all. She shrugged out of the uniform, and turned on the radio. Music filled in the master bathroom, and she stepped into the shower. She was instantly hit by the hot water blasting from the showerhead.
She swayed her hips left then right, dancing with the music. "Wow this song is so cool!!!" She bobbed her head right then left, and grabbed the shampoo. She poured a dab in his hand, and then lathered her palms together. She hummed with the tune, and ran her hands over her hair.
She roughly scrubbed her hair, and still swayed to the beat of the song. "Me myself, myself and I..." Even though, she was a few beats off, she continued to sing along with the only part she knew. "Just me myself and I..."
She ducked her head under the water, and let it rinse out the soapsuds, she ran her fingers through her hair, and against her scalp. "Myself...my...my..."
The words quit, but the beat played on, and she swayed her hips perfectly. She bobbed her head twice to the right, twice to the left, before repeating it. She turned around, and tipped her head up side down, to get the hairline. "Like I do it all the time..."
She wiped her head back, spraying water everywhere.
She shut off the water, and threw open the curtain. "I'm going to get high...!" She stepped out of the tub, and into the cool air. She grabbed the towel, and began to dry her body riding it of the droplets of water. After her body was reasonably dry, she ran the towel constantly over her hair, till it was between damp and soaked. "And that's fine..."
She tossed the towel to the floor, and grabbed a clean one. She wrapped it around her body tightly. "Me myself, myself and I..." this time she missed too many beats, but still sang on, "Just me myself and I..."
The song grew quieter, as the lyrics repeated themselves, and the song came to a close. She opened the door, and stepped out into the spacious room. She walked to the bed, and dropped the towel. Quickly, she slipped into the uniform, and buttoned every button. "Must look sophisticated...yea right."
She giggled, and slipped on the black shoes at the end of her bed. "Eee...looks like I need a smaller size. My feet swim in these things."
She sighed, and glanced at the small clock. "Wow, its only 11." She grinned, and nearly skipped to the vanity against the wall near the bathroom door. She slipped into the chair. And reached for the brush.
She hummed the song from the radio, and she ran the brush through her hair carefully. She glanced at her face in the mirror, and sighed, "It need some work, but oh well." And finished, and pulled her hair up into the trademark hairstyle. She stood, and walked to the door. 'Alright, you can do this, you've had harder jobs, and so this should be a piece of cake.'
She nodded, at her mental booster, to her ego, and self-confidence in herself. She opened the door carefully, not too fast, yet not to slow. She barely even got to step outside the door, "Relena?"
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He had been following a narrow country road, for hours, and wondered when he might see a rest stop, where he might be able to rest his sore eyes, and aching muscles. He glanced ahead, and noticed the road entered onto a double lane road, that went into the middle of the forest.
He sighed, but drove on, picking up speed, since he was the only one out on the road at 10 at night. He entered the rural road, and felt the bumps of the uneven pavement under the tires. He shifted the gears, to 2nd, and frowned in annoyance. He had barely been five minutes into the forest, the thick trees on all sides of him, when he heard a faint sound coming from behind him.
He glanced out his rear view mirror, and frowned. Flashing lights, were speeding towards him. He groaned, and pulled the military truck over to the side of the road. He only had to wait a minute, and the car sped passed, the lights flashing. It zipped passed him, burning rubber as it went. He frowned, and shifted the truck into drive. He went to glance over his shoulder, but dove down to the floor. His side window was hit, and a spider web formed from the bullet hole, that had smacked into it.
He heard talking, and knew off the bat, that the two men with guns, were rebels, rebelling against the Preventer's faction, and peace brought by the Peacecraft family. They were arguing over if they had shot him. He frowned, and patted himself down. He wasn't equipped with anything but his sword. Even though he was good with it, he was no match against their artillery.
Making his decision to run for cover, and take the upper hand, he glanced up through the splintered glass, which threw off his judgment. Unless they were owls, he figured they were facing south, while he was north. They were still arguing, and he hoped, that they would shoot each other.
He carefully climbed over to the passenger side. He had grabbed the door handle, when he heard the arguing stop. "Lets go take a look. If he's dead, we'll throw him out, if not, we'll shoot him as he runs." Knowing it was no or never, he threw open the door, and slid out with ease. He heard them shout behind him, but he didn't wait to see what they were doing. He ran into the trees, jumping over logs, and hedges as he went. He heard them fire, and a few bullets whizzed by his head. He ducked his head down, and tried to put more trees between him, and the men.
He couldn't hear the gunfire anymore, but didn't stop. He raced through the brush, dodging around trees, and leaping over logs. His foot landed in a hole, and caught on a root. He pitched forward, and hit the ground with a thud. His foot came loose, and he began to roll on the slanted Earth.
He came to a stop, at the bottom of the hill, his arms wrapped tightly around the trunk of a tree. He glanced down, and could see nothing but the rocky side of the cliff, his feet scraped against. Grunting, he pulled himself up from the edge of a cliff, and fell to the floor.
A few hours later, he found himself on the opposite side of the road from a little café. He ran a wary hand through his loose hair, and let out a frustrated sigh. He glanced at his hands, and frowned. Wiping them on his pants, he glanced left and right.
He crossed the street, heading to the small café with a bad paint job. Even though there was no traffic, the café was busy. He made it to the door, and slipped inside. It jiggled, and shut with a thud behind him. He walked to an empty booth, and fell into it.
Resting his head on his palm, he reflected over the past two hours. What had happened in the past few hours, were the results, to why he was grubby, and muddy.
Dressed in dark green pants, with a belt to keep them tight as his waist had now become crusty brown. His light brown shirt, the collar left open, and tucked into his waist, was also now a dark crusty brown, with green flecks. His hair, had fallen out, and now hung loose around his smudged face. Dirt, and grass stains marred his face.
Someone walked up to him, and tapped the surface of the table. "Need anything handsome?" He rolled his eyes, and snapped harshly, "Coffee."
The girl, and hmphed, and walked away. He sighed, relishing on being left alone. What one hell of a day. He had been walking through the forest, for so long, and then ended up on a road, with now landmarks, or names, not even a car. He had followed it, through the hot sun, and it had led him here.
He glanced up, only slightly curious, and found a clock near the kitchen.
3:02
Which meant, he was late to arrive there. He was supposed to arrive, at one o'clock. He shrugged, and leaned back, when the waitress came with his coffee. He took it gratefully, and sipped at it. It felt good going down. He sighed in satisfaction, and stared out the window. He watched as a single car drove by. He sighed, and finished off his cup. He stood, and reached into his pocket, and pulled out some change. He dropped it on the table, and started for the door.
"Hey handsome, where are you heading?" He sighed, and replied gruffly, "Cinq Kingdom." The young woman, sitting behind him, and walked up beside him, "I'm heading in that direction, I'll give you a ride."
He looked her over, and eyed the dark hair, and bright-eyed look she was going for. Dressed in skimpy clothes, and all. He nodded, "Sure." She smirked, and led him out the door, to her cherry red sports car. "Get in tiger, and we'll be there in no time at all.
He nodded, and climbed into the passenger seat. The woman, jumped in, and stared up the engine. She shifted into drive, and sped off down the road.
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Usagi heard a noise, and her head snapped up to attention. She had been left alone, in the dining room, while Heero, had left to find her Itoko, who had seemed to disappear.
Usagi bit her bottom lip, and tried to see around the corner. "Is anyone there?" Her voice, felt hollow, and she wondered if she would ever be the same again. After being nearly killed by a hired assassin, from her Otosan's work, was chilling. She was still slightly confused why he would do such a thing.
She shook her head, and went back to staring at the floor. it was quiet on this side of the academy. There was no one, but Heero had said she would be safer here, then in a room with no entrance. She sighed, and closed her eyes.
She could still feel the terror, when she had stared at him in the mirror. The thought of it sent a chill up her spine. And she had killed him, with moves, she never even known, let alone do. She had kicked him, and broke his neck. She had killed someone, even though it was in self-defense, the idea shocked her. Killed, she had killed him, ended someone's life. a part of her, was slightly praised, that she had fought against him, while the other was terrified, at what she might be capable of.
Something wasn't right. Waking up, with terrifying dreams, voices in her head warning her, loosing control of herself. These had to be warnings, of what, she wasn't quiet sure she knew. She had just woken up, from an endless dream, and came into a world, that was haunted by evil beings, and strange occurrences. She knew, that Trowa, Quatre, and Jadeite, must think she was crazy. Even that Heero person, he knew something, she most likely didn't. The way he had looked at her was so chilling.
There was a crash, much like a vase falling to the floor. Usagi's eyes snapped open, and she stood. Fear from this morning, came flooding back to her. She had spent all day in the dining room, going over the strange event in her mind. It was now five o'clock, and she wondered if they had forgotten her. But the crash, told her, that someone hadn't.
Usagi moved to the table, and grasped the tablecloth. She tugged, and it slid with ease towards her. She searched the table frantically, as everything rolled towards her. She found something hard, and round, while the rest of the things on the table fell to the floor with a clatter. She winced, but gripped her only weapon. She started towards the exit slowly, taking her steps slowly. She heard a string of curses, and something slamming shut. It came from the kitchen.
Nudging the door open, and looked inside. She could see a string of shadows, across the kitchen walls and counters. She slid inside, letting the door shut quietly. She crept down the row of counters, and passed the oven. She peeked out from around the wall, and could see the person's back.
She didn't recognize him, but that didn't stop her. She inched forwards, determined to protect herself. She snuck up behind him, and raised her weapon. But before she could bring it down, the intruder moved. He had stealthily, grabbed his own weapon, a kantana tied to his waist, and swung it around. She yelped, and ducked. Before she could move, he lashed out, and punched her in the gut. She fell back, landing on the floor with a thud.
She groaned in pain, and held her stomach, as if ached in pain. She stared up, through blurry eyes, at her attacker. "Did you have to hit so hard?" He looked at her, and raised a single eyebrow.
He slid his kantana into its sheath, and held out his hand to her. She glared at his hand, but took it anyway. He yanked her up, and let her hand go. She leaned against the fridge.
"DO you attack everyone, who is trying to make themselves a meal?" Usagi flushed with embarrassment. He crouched down, and picked up her weapon. As he stood, he continued, "with a candlestick no less." Usagi scowled, and replied hotly, "Do you always sneak into kitchens, that are not yours?"
He smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest, "In fact, I was invited. I'm here to keep an eye on you Usagi." Usagi blinked, "Me? Why me?" He replied, "Because we don't trust you."
Usagi stayed motionless for a while, and she just stared at him. He frowned, and wondered why she hadn't flipped, and yelled. She just stared at him, her eyes slightly startled, but nothing else. Finally, she blinked, and replied, "I don't trust myself either." She turned away from him, and started for the exit. She paused, and glanced over her shoulder. "Gomen Nasasi. What is your name?"
He scowled at her, his eyes narrowing at her, "Baka onna. Its Wufei, Chang Wufei." She frowned, but nodded anyway, and left him alone in the kitchen.
It was only nine o'clock, and she was already restless. She paced the floor, like a cat. Her chin touched her chest, as she pondered over last night. It had happened so fast, and she was still light headed over it.
"Kami, what is going on here?" Everything was being thrown off, and everything seemed to collapse around her. "There is something terribly wrong, going on around here."
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and gnawed on it nervously, a terrible habit, but this time she let herself give into it. "My life is in danger, but so is everyone else's lives."
She let out a frustrated sigh, and walked to the large double-sided glass window. She could see the front of the academy. The sun gazed over the green grass, and beat down on the black gate, that seemed to enclose the school in. But it was for safety right, or did it test the enemy's strength to get over it and attack. She was confused; a man had come into her room, and died in doing so. He had the power to climb the fence, and tried to kill her, or was it her Itoko. Was the enemy after her itoko, or herself? She tugged at the shoulder length hair, and frowned.
She stalked across the room, and pressed her pal, against the window. She looked out beyond the lawn. They were keeping her here, for her protection, but how much protection was it. She couldn't have then lock her away, like some child whenever something bad happen.
She could see students, who had joined this school, to learn pacifisms, and peace wander across the courtyard. Why couldn't she be as free, and peaceful as them. They could live their lives without worry, if they would wake up alive the next morning. What kind of life was she living, not one she loved, but had to deal with day after day.
She pulled away. She shouldn't be weak, and hiding behind doors, that would protect her from the world she was missing out on. Determined, she walked across the room hotly, and undid the high tech lock. It clicked, and then there was a soft beep. She opened the door, just as the person bent on their knees stood.
"Oh my." She stared at the dark haired figure indifferently. The person smirked, "Well hello."
She gasped, and was about to scream, but a hand covered her mouth muffling her cries of fear. Her eyes went wide with fright, and the figure hushed her gently, "This is all for the better." And then she was pushed back inside the room, with the door shut and locked behind them.
?????
She searched the closest, and found nothing to her taste. She frowned, and shrugged her shoulders carelessly, "I guess this shall do." She pulled out a hanger that held a distasteful uniform on it.
She walked to the bed, and tossed it on the unmade bed. "Should I make it...nah, the gejos can." She walked to the bathroom, and shut the door behind her. "The best way to start over." She looked in the mirror, and laughed at the reflection. "Kami, what did you do to yourself?" She shook her head with a sigh, and hurried to the shower. She turned on the spray, and waited for the right temp.
She smirked, and pulled the shower open. The steam started to cloud up the room, but she didn't mind at all. She shrugged out of the uniform, and turned on the radio. Music filled in the master bathroom, and she stepped into the shower. She was instantly hit by the hot water blasting from the showerhead.
She swayed her hips left then right, dancing with the music. "Wow this song is so cool!!!" She bobbed her head right then left, and grabbed the shampoo. She poured a dab in his hand, and then lathered her palms together. She hummed with the tune, and ran her hands over her hair.
She roughly scrubbed her hair, and still swayed to the beat of the song. "Me myself, myself and I..." Even though, she was a few beats off, she continued to sing along with the only part she knew. "Just me myself and I..."
She ducked her head under the water, and let it rinse out the soapsuds, she ran her fingers through her hair, and against her scalp. "Myself...my...my..."
The words quit, but the beat played on, and she swayed her hips perfectly. She bobbed her head twice to the right, twice to the left, before repeating it. She turned around, and tipped her head up side down, to get the hairline. "Like I do it all the time..."
She wiped her head back, spraying water everywhere.
She shut off the water, and threw open the curtain. "I'm going to get high...!" She stepped out of the tub, and into the cool air. She grabbed the towel, and began to dry her body riding it of the droplets of water. After her body was reasonably dry, she ran the towel constantly over her hair, till it was between damp and soaked. "And that's fine..."
She tossed the towel to the floor, and grabbed a clean one. She wrapped it around her body tightly. "Me myself, myself and I..." this time she missed too many beats, but still sang on, "Just me myself and I..."
The song grew quieter, as the lyrics repeated themselves, and the song came to a close. She opened the door, and stepped out into the spacious room. She walked to the bed, and dropped the towel. Quickly, she slipped into the uniform, and buttoned every button. "Must look sophisticated...yea right."
She giggled, and slipped on the black shoes at the end of her bed. "Eee...looks like I need a smaller size. My feet swim in these things."
She sighed, and glanced at the small clock. "Wow, its only 11." She grinned, and nearly skipped to the vanity against the wall near the bathroom door. She slipped into the chair. And reached for the brush.
She hummed the song from the radio, and she ran the brush through her hair carefully. She glanced at her face in the mirror, and sighed, "It need some work, but oh well." And finished, and pulled her hair up into the trademark hairstyle. She stood, and walked to the door. 'Alright, you can do this, you've had harder jobs, and so this should be a piece of cake.'
She nodded, at her mental booster, to her ego, and self-confidence in herself. She opened the door carefully, not too fast, yet not to slow. She barely even got to step outside the door, "Relena?"
?????
He had been following a narrow country road, for hours, and wondered when he might see a rest stop, where he might be able to rest his sore eyes, and aching muscles. He glanced ahead, and noticed the road entered onto a double lane road, that went into the middle of the forest.
He sighed, but drove on, picking up speed, since he was the only one out on the road at 10 at night. He entered the rural road, and felt the bumps of the uneven pavement under the tires. He shifted the gears, to 2nd, and frowned in annoyance. He had barely been five minutes into the forest, the thick trees on all sides of him, when he heard a faint sound coming from behind him.
He glanced out his rear view mirror, and frowned. Flashing lights, were speeding towards him. He groaned, and pulled the military truck over to the side of the road. He only had to wait a minute, and the car sped passed, the lights flashing. It zipped passed him, burning rubber as it went. He frowned, and shifted the truck into drive. He went to glance over his shoulder, but dove down to the floor. His side window was hit, and a spider web formed from the bullet hole, that had smacked into it.
He heard talking, and knew off the bat, that the two men with guns, were rebels, rebelling against the Preventer's faction, and peace brought by the Peacecraft family. They were arguing over if they had shot him. He frowned, and patted himself down. He wasn't equipped with anything but his sword. Even though he was good with it, he was no match against their artillery.
Making his decision to run for cover, and take the upper hand, he glanced up through the splintered glass, which threw off his judgment. Unless they were owls, he figured they were facing south, while he was north. They were still arguing, and he hoped, that they would shoot each other.
He carefully climbed over to the passenger side. He had grabbed the door handle, when he heard the arguing stop. "Lets go take a look. If he's dead, we'll throw him out, if not, we'll shoot him as he runs." Knowing it was no or never, he threw open the door, and slid out with ease. He heard them shout behind him, but he didn't wait to see what they were doing. He ran into the trees, jumping over logs, and hedges as he went. He heard them fire, and a few bullets whizzed by his head. He ducked his head down, and tried to put more trees between him, and the men.
He couldn't hear the gunfire anymore, but didn't stop. He raced through the brush, dodging around trees, and leaping over logs. His foot landed in a hole, and caught on a root. He pitched forward, and hit the ground with a thud. His foot came loose, and he began to roll on the slanted Earth.
He came to a stop, at the bottom of the hill, his arms wrapped tightly around the trunk of a tree. He glanced down, and could see nothing but the rocky side of the cliff, his feet scraped against. Grunting, he pulled himself up from the edge of a cliff, and fell to the floor.
A few hours later, he found himself on the opposite side of the road from a little café. He ran a wary hand through his loose hair, and let out a frustrated sigh. He glanced at his hands, and frowned. Wiping them on his pants, he glanced left and right.
He crossed the street, heading to the small café with a bad paint job. Even though there was no traffic, the café was busy. He made it to the door, and slipped inside. It jiggled, and shut with a thud behind him. He walked to an empty booth, and fell into it.
Resting his head on his palm, he reflected over the past two hours. What had happened in the past few hours, were the results, to why he was grubby, and muddy.
Dressed in dark green pants, with a belt to keep them tight as his waist had now become crusty brown. His light brown shirt, the collar left open, and tucked into his waist, was also now a dark crusty brown, with green flecks. His hair, had fallen out, and now hung loose around his smudged face. Dirt, and grass stains marred his face.
Someone walked up to him, and tapped the surface of the table. "Need anything handsome?" He rolled his eyes, and snapped harshly, "Coffee."
The girl, and hmphed, and walked away. He sighed, relishing on being left alone. What one hell of a day. He had been walking through the forest, for so long, and then ended up on a road, with now landmarks, or names, not even a car. He had followed it, through the hot sun, and it had led him here.
He glanced up, only slightly curious, and found a clock near the kitchen.
3:02
Which meant, he was late to arrive there. He was supposed to arrive, at one o'clock. He shrugged, and leaned back, when the waitress came with his coffee. He took it gratefully, and sipped at it. It felt good going down. He sighed in satisfaction, and stared out the window. He watched as a single car drove by. He sighed, and finished off his cup. He stood, and reached into his pocket, and pulled out some change. He dropped it on the table, and started for the door.
"Hey handsome, where are you heading?" He sighed, and replied gruffly, "Cinq Kingdom." The young woman, sitting behind him, and walked up beside him, "I'm heading in that direction, I'll give you a ride."
He looked her over, and eyed the dark hair, and bright-eyed look she was going for. Dressed in skimpy clothes, and all. He nodded, "Sure." She smirked, and led him out the door, to her cherry red sports car. "Get in tiger, and we'll be there in no time at all.
He nodded, and climbed into the passenger seat. The woman, jumped in, and stared up the engine. She shifted into drive, and sped off down the road.
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Usagi heard a noise, and her head snapped up to attention. She had been left alone, in the dining room, while Heero, had left to find her Itoko, who had seemed to disappear.
Usagi bit her bottom lip, and tried to see around the corner. "Is anyone there?" Her voice, felt hollow, and she wondered if she would ever be the same again. After being nearly killed by a hired assassin, from her Otosan's work, was chilling. She was still slightly confused why he would do such a thing.
She shook her head, and went back to staring at the floor. it was quiet on this side of the academy. There was no one, but Heero had said she would be safer here, then in a room with no entrance. She sighed, and closed her eyes.
She could still feel the terror, when she had stared at him in the mirror. The thought of it sent a chill up her spine. And she had killed him, with moves, she never even known, let alone do. She had kicked him, and broke his neck. She had killed someone, even though it was in self-defense, the idea shocked her. Killed, she had killed him, ended someone's life. a part of her, was slightly praised, that she had fought against him, while the other was terrified, at what she might be capable of.
Something wasn't right. Waking up, with terrifying dreams, voices in her head warning her, loosing control of herself. These had to be warnings, of what, she wasn't quiet sure she knew. She had just woken up, from an endless dream, and came into a world, that was haunted by evil beings, and strange occurrences. She knew, that Trowa, Quatre, and Jadeite, must think she was crazy. Even that Heero person, he knew something, she most likely didn't. The way he had looked at her was so chilling.
There was a crash, much like a vase falling to the floor. Usagi's eyes snapped open, and she stood. Fear from this morning, came flooding back to her. She had spent all day in the dining room, going over the strange event in her mind. It was now five o'clock, and she wondered if they had forgotten her. But the crash, told her, that someone hadn't.
Usagi moved to the table, and grasped the tablecloth. She tugged, and it slid with ease towards her. She searched the table frantically, as everything rolled towards her. She found something hard, and round, while the rest of the things on the table fell to the floor with a clatter. She winced, but gripped her only weapon. She started towards the exit slowly, taking her steps slowly. She heard a string of curses, and something slamming shut. It came from the kitchen.
Nudging the door open, and looked inside. She could see a string of shadows, across the kitchen walls and counters. She slid inside, letting the door shut quietly. She crept down the row of counters, and passed the oven. She peeked out from around the wall, and could see the person's back.
She didn't recognize him, but that didn't stop her. She inched forwards, determined to protect herself. She snuck up behind him, and raised her weapon. But before she could bring it down, the intruder moved. He had stealthily, grabbed his own weapon, a kantana tied to his waist, and swung it around. She yelped, and ducked. Before she could move, he lashed out, and punched her in the gut. She fell back, landing on the floor with a thud.
She groaned in pain, and held her stomach, as if ached in pain. She stared up, through blurry eyes, at her attacker. "Did you have to hit so hard?" He looked at her, and raised a single eyebrow.
He slid his kantana into its sheath, and held out his hand to her. She glared at his hand, but took it anyway. He yanked her up, and let her hand go. She leaned against the fridge.
"DO you attack everyone, who is trying to make themselves a meal?" Usagi flushed with embarrassment. He crouched down, and picked up her weapon. As he stood, he continued, "with a candlestick no less." Usagi scowled, and replied hotly, "Do you always sneak into kitchens, that are not yours?"
He smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest, "In fact, I was invited. I'm here to keep an eye on you Usagi." Usagi blinked, "Me? Why me?" He replied, "Because we don't trust you."
Usagi stayed motionless for a while, and she just stared at him. He frowned, and wondered why she hadn't flipped, and yelled. She just stared at him, her eyes slightly startled, but nothing else. Finally, she blinked, and replied, "I don't trust myself either." She turned away from him, and started for the exit. She paused, and glanced over her shoulder. "Gomen Nasasi. What is your name?"
He scowled at her, his eyes narrowing at her, "Baka onna. Its Wufei, Chang Wufei." She frowned, but nodded anyway, and left him alone in the kitchen.