Could It Be Any Harder
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters
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Chapter 9: Breakout
"We'll have lots of fun, won't we, pretty boy? Let's get to know each other first. I'm Johnson," one of the soldiers with brown eyes and black hair said.
His partner, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, cracked his knuckles and grinned nastily. "And I'm Jacob. What about you, pretty boy?"
But Heero didn't even look at them. This seems to infuriate the two soldiers.
Heero saw the punch coming but was powerless to stop it. His head was flung to one side as the blow met his cheek. Another embedded itself in his stomach, making him lose his breath. The beating went on for a while but the pilot of Wing never uttered a sound. While he soldiers were occupied with their 'interrogation' he never stopped trying to free himself but he must be still weakened since he couldn't break the shackles.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his hair and jerked his head upward. He was met with the ugly face of Johnson. His putrid breath threatened to suffocate Heero but still his face remained emotionless as with his eyes.
Before Johnson could say or do anything however a female voice interjected. "What is the meaning of this, soldier?"
Johnson released Heero. He and Jacob turned to look towards the door. Standing there was Usagi and she didn't look impressed.
"The General ordered us to interrogate the prisoner, Ma'am," Jacob replied.
"This doesn't look like an interrogation. I'm sure the General won't be happy knowing you killed the prisoner by your 'interrogation'. Both of you, leave," Usagi commanded. Her eyes were staring at them coldly.
"But-"
"That is a direct order, soldier!" her voice was like a whip.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Both of the soldiers saluted and left the cell.
Usagi watched them leave and didn't move until the soldiers were out of sight. She slowly closed the door, leaving a tiny opening to let some light through. Then her eyes became worried as she turned to Heero's battered and bruised body. She quickly examined him for any serious injuries.
"Nothing is broken, but probably bruised," she reported as she sighed in relief then she looked at him. "You should have heeded my warning."
Heero grunted. "Do you mind unlocking these? They're not exactly suited for comfort you know."
Usagi smiled at last, acknowledging his attempt at making a joke. Heero winced internally. Had she changed him so much that he was actually attempting a joke? Just the mere thought of it was so strange, almost alien.
His girlfriend's eyes twinkled mischievously and purred, "I don't know, Hee-chan. I think I like seeing you in that position."
"Usa-chan," Heero growled. His arms were aching and his headache was starting to return. Suffice to say he was not in the mood for her teasing.
Usagi pouted. "Oh alright. You're no fun, Hee-chan," she grumbled but took out her keys and unlocked the shackles on his wrists.
"Thanks," Heero muttered when he was released. He rubbed his wrists gingerly. They were a bit raw from his attempt to free himself.
The blonde girl glared at him. "Is that all?"
Without any warning Heero grabbed Usagi by the waist and planted a deep kiss on her lips. She was surprised but soon surrendered herself to his assault.
When they parted Usagi's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily while the Japanese pilot was openly smirking.
"That," she breathed out. "Was a dirty trick, Heero Yuy."
"I don't hear you complaining."
"What makes you think I'm complaining?"
Before Heero could reply, however, he heard footsteps coming towards the cell and from the look on Usagi's face, it seemed she had heard the same thing.
"Follow me," Usagi hissed and she made her way to the door. She peeked out slowly and grabbed her gun. She looked at Heero and a silent communication passed between them. Heero nodded grabbing his gun from wherever it came from.
Usagi noticed and muttered under her breath, "Of course." Suddenly she threw the door open and fired rapidly at the incoming guards. They didn't even have the chance to look surprised before they died.
"Hurry," Usagi whipered to Heero who was standing behind her. She started running to the right and Heero followed her without question although his danger sense was screaming at him.
They ran through the hallway and down the stairs. It wasn't long before they reached the exit. The one thing that was bothering Heero was the lack of guards and also alarms. Surely OZ would have cameras all over the place and they should have been spotted when they started running but strangely no alarms went off. He tried not to think about it but he couldn't shake off the bad feeling.
Suddenly Usagi stopped, bringing Heero to an abrupt halt. "I heard something."
Heero tried to listen for any unusual sounds when he saw the bushes next to him rustle and a figure came out of the bushes. Heero quickly aimed his gun at the intruder but lowered it when he recognised his partner, Duo Maxwell.
"Hey, buddy! How the hell did you get out? We were coming to rescue you," Duo said cheerfully, the other two pilots standing behind him.
"Hn."
"As talkative as always, I see," Duo said sarcastically. He was about to say something else but Quatre beat him to it.
"Heero! Thank Allah, you're safe! Are you okay?" the blonde pilot moved towards his Japanese friend but Heero stopped him with a gesture.
"I'm fine. The injuries are very minor." Heero flicked a quick look at his girlfriend who was oddly quiet.
The other pilots finally noticed her presence.
"Usagi-san. It's nice to meet you again," Quatre said, trying to be polite but Usagi didn't reply.
"Heero, what is _she_ doing here?" Duo demanded. He looked at her suspiciously then turned to Heero.
The other pilots were also wary of her. Heero could see it in their eyes and truthfully his trust in her was starting to waver but he tried not to linger in those thoughts. Afterall, she did save him, didn't she?
"She got me out," Heero replied to Duo's question. "Where did you hide the Gundams?"
Trowa glanced quickly at Usagi and then tilted his head, silently asking if she could be trusted.
Heero nodded slightly. He hoped he was not wrong in his judgement.
"They're hidden not far from here. What about Wing?" Trowa finally said. Heero could see the tall pilot still didn't trust the girl.
"I know where Wing is," Usagi spoke for the first time since the other pilots arrived.
Everyone turned their eyes on her but the girl didn't seem to notice. Her attention was on Heero.
"I can show you where it is," Usagi offered. She looked rather pale and Heero could see tension running through her body.
Heero said nothing for a while. He was weighing the option in his mind. On one hand he really wanted to trust his girlfriend whom he had known for a long time but on the other hand he knew that she was no longer the person he used to know therefore he wasn't sure if he could still trust her.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Usagi started to shiver. Concern replaced all thoughts in his head. "Usa-chan?"
*End Chap 9*
AN: I'm really, really, really sorry for the lack of updates. I won't make any excuses but I feel bad for neglecting my fics. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
'Josie-chan' - To answer your question: Usagi is not Sailor Moon. This is an AU so there won't be any sailor scouts. Thanks for telling me that. I'll put up a warning to say this fic is an AU ^_^
'dark_rhapsody' - I really should put up a warning that this story is an AU at least for SM. I'll try to put up translation for the Japanese words and I'll try to limit them. As for Usagi's past/present, once I finish this fic I'm thinking to write a side-story for Usagi. But first I have to finish this story ^_^;;;
For all those who reviewed: Thank you very much. Your reviews are what prompted me to start writing again. I've almost given up but when I read your reviews I had to continue so thank you for your support.
Disclaimer: Don't own these characters
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Chapter 9: Breakout
"We'll have lots of fun, won't we, pretty boy? Let's get to know each other first. I'm Johnson," one of the soldiers with brown eyes and black hair said.
His partner, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, cracked his knuckles and grinned nastily. "And I'm Jacob. What about you, pretty boy?"
But Heero didn't even look at them. This seems to infuriate the two soldiers.
Heero saw the punch coming but was powerless to stop it. His head was flung to one side as the blow met his cheek. Another embedded itself in his stomach, making him lose his breath. The beating went on for a while but the pilot of Wing never uttered a sound. While he soldiers were occupied with their 'interrogation' he never stopped trying to free himself but he must be still weakened since he couldn't break the shackles.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his hair and jerked his head upward. He was met with the ugly face of Johnson. His putrid breath threatened to suffocate Heero but still his face remained emotionless as with his eyes.
Before Johnson could say or do anything however a female voice interjected. "What is the meaning of this, soldier?"
Johnson released Heero. He and Jacob turned to look towards the door. Standing there was Usagi and she didn't look impressed.
"The General ordered us to interrogate the prisoner, Ma'am," Jacob replied.
"This doesn't look like an interrogation. I'm sure the General won't be happy knowing you killed the prisoner by your 'interrogation'. Both of you, leave," Usagi commanded. Her eyes were staring at them coldly.
"But-"
"That is a direct order, soldier!" her voice was like a whip.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Both of the soldiers saluted and left the cell.
Usagi watched them leave and didn't move until the soldiers were out of sight. She slowly closed the door, leaving a tiny opening to let some light through. Then her eyes became worried as she turned to Heero's battered and bruised body. She quickly examined him for any serious injuries.
"Nothing is broken, but probably bruised," she reported as she sighed in relief then she looked at him. "You should have heeded my warning."
Heero grunted. "Do you mind unlocking these? They're not exactly suited for comfort you know."
Usagi smiled at last, acknowledging his attempt at making a joke. Heero winced internally. Had she changed him so much that he was actually attempting a joke? Just the mere thought of it was so strange, almost alien.
His girlfriend's eyes twinkled mischievously and purred, "I don't know, Hee-chan. I think I like seeing you in that position."
"Usa-chan," Heero growled. His arms were aching and his headache was starting to return. Suffice to say he was not in the mood for her teasing.
Usagi pouted. "Oh alright. You're no fun, Hee-chan," she grumbled but took out her keys and unlocked the shackles on his wrists.
"Thanks," Heero muttered when he was released. He rubbed his wrists gingerly. They were a bit raw from his attempt to free himself.
The blonde girl glared at him. "Is that all?"
Without any warning Heero grabbed Usagi by the waist and planted a deep kiss on her lips. She was surprised but soon surrendered herself to his assault.
When they parted Usagi's face was flushed and she was breathing heavily while the Japanese pilot was openly smirking.
"That," she breathed out. "Was a dirty trick, Heero Yuy."
"I don't hear you complaining."
"What makes you think I'm complaining?"
Before Heero could reply, however, he heard footsteps coming towards the cell and from the look on Usagi's face, it seemed she had heard the same thing.
"Follow me," Usagi hissed and she made her way to the door. She peeked out slowly and grabbed her gun. She looked at Heero and a silent communication passed between them. Heero nodded grabbing his gun from wherever it came from.
Usagi noticed and muttered under her breath, "Of course." Suddenly she threw the door open and fired rapidly at the incoming guards. They didn't even have the chance to look surprised before they died.
"Hurry," Usagi whipered to Heero who was standing behind her. She started running to the right and Heero followed her without question although his danger sense was screaming at him.
They ran through the hallway and down the stairs. It wasn't long before they reached the exit. The one thing that was bothering Heero was the lack of guards and also alarms. Surely OZ would have cameras all over the place and they should have been spotted when they started running but strangely no alarms went off. He tried not to think about it but he couldn't shake off the bad feeling.
Suddenly Usagi stopped, bringing Heero to an abrupt halt. "I heard something."
Heero tried to listen for any unusual sounds when he saw the bushes next to him rustle and a figure came out of the bushes. Heero quickly aimed his gun at the intruder but lowered it when he recognised his partner, Duo Maxwell.
"Hey, buddy! How the hell did you get out? We were coming to rescue you," Duo said cheerfully, the other two pilots standing behind him.
"Hn."
"As talkative as always, I see," Duo said sarcastically. He was about to say something else but Quatre beat him to it.
"Heero! Thank Allah, you're safe! Are you okay?" the blonde pilot moved towards his Japanese friend but Heero stopped him with a gesture.
"I'm fine. The injuries are very minor." Heero flicked a quick look at his girlfriend who was oddly quiet.
The other pilots finally noticed her presence.
"Usagi-san. It's nice to meet you again," Quatre said, trying to be polite but Usagi didn't reply.
"Heero, what is _she_ doing here?" Duo demanded. He looked at her suspiciously then turned to Heero.
The other pilots were also wary of her. Heero could see it in their eyes and truthfully his trust in her was starting to waver but he tried not to linger in those thoughts. Afterall, she did save him, didn't she?
"She got me out," Heero replied to Duo's question. "Where did you hide the Gundams?"
Trowa glanced quickly at Usagi and then tilted his head, silently asking if she could be trusted.
Heero nodded slightly. He hoped he was not wrong in his judgement.
"They're hidden not far from here. What about Wing?" Trowa finally said. Heero could see the tall pilot still didn't trust the girl.
"I know where Wing is," Usagi spoke for the first time since the other pilots arrived.
Everyone turned their eyes on her but the girl didn't seem to notice. Her attention was on Heero.
"I can show you where it is," Usagi offered. She looked rather pale and Heero could see tension running through her body.
Heero said nothing for a while. He was weighing the option in his mind. On one hand he really wanted to trust his girlfriend whom he had known for a long time but on the other hand he knew that she was no longer the person he used to know therefore he wasn't sure if he could still trust her.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Usagi started to shiver. Concern replaced all thoughts in his head. "Usa-chan?"
*End Chap 9*
AN: I'm really, really, really sorry for the lack of updates. I won't make any excuses but I feel bad for neglecting my fics. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
'Josie-chan' - To answer your question: Usagi is not Sailor Moon. This is an AU so there won't be any sailor scouts. Thanks for telling me that. I'll put up a warning to say this fic is an AU ^_^
'dark_rhapsody' - I really should put up a warning that this story is an AU at least for SM. I'll try to put up translation for the Japanese words and I'll try to limit them. As for Usagi's past/present, once I finish this fic I'm thinking to write a side-story for Usagi. But first I have to finish this story ^_^;;;
For all those who reviewed: Thank you very much. Your reviews are what prompted me to start writing again. I've almost given up but when I read your reviews I had to continue so thank you for your support.