She is Me Chapter 6: Crazy Little Thing Called Love, a gundam wing/sailor moon fanfic

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She is Me

Chapter 6 ~ Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Written by Princess Lesse

Trowa started to feel the risings of hate towards his friend come inside his mind, but he thought, 'It couldn't have been Quatre. He has to be possessed or someone is trying to be him.'

He looked at the blonde currently resting her head on his chest, breathing heavily and looking as if the world had come to an end. He noticed that she was stiff and wouldn't move.

'She's gone into shock!' Trowa thought to himself.

He saw someone in the distance, watching their actions, making sure he wouldn't hurt Serena. He sent that someone a glare, and picked Serena up in his arms. He was going to bring her back to her dorm, so as he could tend to her in a familiar environment.

When Trowa opened the door to her dorm room, Heero was there, looking through all of the things in the room, as if he hadn't done it before. Heero looked up, his gun pointed straight at Trowa. Trowa looked at him blankly, then sort of pushed him out of the way as he lay Serena down on her bed. He looked at Heero, and quietly told him to leave. Heero, being as he is, picked up all of his stuff, and wrote a letter for Trowa to give to Serena. Trowa absently placed the letter somewhere, forgetting about it.

Serena laid in her bed, her eyes wide open and staring into nothingness. She blinked every so often, just enough to keep her eyes moist and from burning.

So far, a figure was watching from the window, holding her cheek in a desperate attempt to make it feel better for Serena. Still feeling the side effects of falling, she didn't want Serena to be in any worse condition than she already was. She was going to find Quatre, and she was going to make him pay.

Trowa stared at the prone girl, a bruise forming on her cheek. He gently put the blankets over her and noticed that they had a fresh patch of blood on them. If Trowa didn't know better, he would have thought differently, and a flush came to his cheeks. He looked all over to see if there was a wound that would need to be tended to before her face and he saw her arm, blood dripping down to her very fingertips. He looked to see her arm, turning and analyzing it, when he noticed the gash on her elbow. It wasn't deep, but it was wide and could get infected. He went to her bathroom and wet a cloth that he found under the sink. He went back to her bed, trying to get information out of her so as he could find the proper medical equipment to treat her. She looked at him, with wide, hurt eyes. He saw the pain reflected there, something that shouldn't have been brought to a girl such as her.

Trowa heard the door slam, and he mentally cursed Wufei for being her roommate. He would most definitely make a comment and not be of any help whatsoever. Wufei walked in, his eyes on Trowa and Serena. He snorted.

"What's the matter with that weak woman? Did she fall down and start crying?"

Trowa looked up, eyes ablaze. He was about to answer, when Serena answered for herself. Still staring blankly, she spoke to Wufei.

"Yes, I am weak, Wufei. Go rejoice because I made my best friend hate me. I don't want him to hate me. He isn't supposed to love me like that; I didn't want to hurt him. I should have just said yes, to make him happy."

Trowa wanted to scream with rage. So that was why Quatre hit her. A stupid reason indeed. Of course, he had no right to say so in her presence, but he would most surely say something about it to Quatre later.

Wufei, on the other hand, looked abashed. It was one thing that you had to be around a weak woman, but you had no right, no sense of justice, honor, or code if you actually hit one.

"Where is the bastard, Serena?" Wufei asked, pulling out his katana.

Serena's eyes widened, and she shook her head in a desperate kind of way.

"No, please don't hurt him. He didn't mean it, I know he didn't mean it. Something must be the matter, that could be the only reason why. You can't hurt him! You can't! Look, he'll apologize later, and he'll say he didn't mean it! I know he will!"

Trowa tried to get her to calm down. But she wouldn't listen, she jumped up and accidentally hit her cheek. That was when she calmed down, and she touched it gingerly. That was where he slapped her, and that would bring back the memory of it all. She lay back down, her head resting on the pillow as she closed her eyes and a few drops of the salty liquid came tumbling and sliding down her cheeks.

Trowa and Wufei left Serena alone after they had applied some Chinese ointments to her bruised cheeks (courtesy of Wufei) and put alcohol and bandages on her elbow. Wufei stepped aside with Trowa and told him that they needed to talk. Trowa put more blankets over Serena, letting her try to get some sleep.

"Barton, why did he do what he did? Just because of that weak emotion, love?"

Trowa nodded his head absently. He looked Wufei straight in the eye, pleading with him not to go against Serena's wishes. Wufei nodded, his code of honor and justice not yet fulfilled.

"Barton, you do understand that THAT was completely injustice? Who would hit a weak woman if he had any sense at all?"

"…Quatre."

"Huh? What are you saying? That Winner would hit her even if he had sense?"

"…Maybe."

Wufei shook his head and beckoned Trowa to come back in. Trowa obliged, and walked in to make a pot of coffee for Wufei and him. Wufei went into the 'sleeping chambers' to check on her. She seemed to be sleeping fitfully, tossing and turning, mumbling about her forgiveness. Wufei was going to leave when she said something coherent.

"No, Luna, he isn't bad. He's my friend. But don't tell him, he might not like me as his best friend anymore if you tell him that I can do that."

Wufei stared, wondering what in Nataku's name was she talking about. She turned, her head covered by the pillows.

"Thank you, Q. You didn't have to do this, you know you didn't."

Wufei sat on his bed, listening to the fragments of what she was saying, piecing it all together. She was dreaming about Quatre, and she had a secret. He stood to go get Trowa, so he could listen to the conversation. But when he stood, Serena whispered in a harsh way, "You wouldn't dare hurt him! You wouldn't dare use him against me!"

Wufei shook his head; the information he was receiving was too much, and he would rather have Trowa listen in and try to decipher what she was saying.

La Conejita was walking purposefully to the library. Sitting there was Quatre, his head in his hands, and no one even seemed to notice. La Conejita figured she looked like Serena in a sense, and if Quatre was as delusional as she thought he was, he wouldn't notice if her hair was a few shades lighter. She went to the bathroom, pulled her hair into the odangos, and put a little pink lip gloss on. She made herself act a little more vivacious and walked to Quatre with the comforting feeling that she wasn't a predator and he wasn't her prey.

"Q? Hey, are you okay?"

Quatre looked up, his eyes slightly red, but were that blue color that they were supposed to be. He shook his head, and looked at La Conejita.

"I…I don't know what happened, Sere! I don't know what came over me; I didn't mean it, I don't mean any of it. I'm so sorry, can't you understand, I am so sorry."

And Quatre bent his head again and his shoulders racked with sobs. La Conejita stood above him, not caring at all, but her elbow started to sting, and she assumed that someone was applying some medicine to Serena's elbow. La Conejita shook her head, and then she let her hair down. She stuck the white pieces of hair in front of Quatre's quivering form, and she said, "Be careful, Q. I am not Serena, and I will personally make sure you die a very slow and cruel death if you hurt her ever again in any way, shape, or form."

She bent down as she was starting to attract a crowd, and whispered into his ear so no one could hear but Quatre.

"The Bunny returns, Quatre."

His head shot up, but the girl was nowhere to be seen. His eyes were wide and he shook with what some would call fear, but it couldn't be that. He shook with what we like to call knowledge. He knew what was to come because of that sixth sense, knew what to expect, because he had an inkling of what it is to fear a bunny.

Heero watched her and saw what she did all day. But he missed some of it; he lost her in a crowd and instead he saw a shaking form of Quatre. And, remembering back to earlier that day, Quatre came and took that talkative girl away from him when he had been on the verge of finding out to what she meant to Usagi/Bunny. But what he didn't know was that he would never find out unless they were side by side. If he was going to find out information, he would have to be civilized.

He walked, his shades covering his own eyes, his leather jacket over his green tank top and dark blue jeans. His combat boots carried him again once he saw his target. She stopped suddenly, and he ducked behind the conveniently placed garbage cans. He saw her turn, and she smirked. He cursed himself for being found. She spoke, and he heard her.

"I know you're here, lover. I intend to make you stay out of my way. Another kiss couldn't manipulate me; do you think stalking me would make me feel any different? I told you, I have my eyes set for a woman and one woman only. Even though, lover boy, your kisses are sweet. I'm sure Relena enjoys them thoroughly."

Heero felt himself growl unintentionally and he saw Usagi start to run. So he got up and ran after her.

"Shit!"

She ran right to a tourist trap. In the Cinq Kingdom there was a mall, and that is where she ran to, to a place where one could get lost so easily. He looked for a woman of short stature and white hair. But, alas, there was not one to be found. He looked and looked and couldn't find a trace of where she had gone.

If he were to look to the side, there was a bench, and if he had looked hard, he would have seen a girl with silent laughter in her eyes and her hair pulled up into a hat, giving her the appearance of a young man, only because of the jacket she wore.

"It's all for me, is it Heero? You won't charm me, like you can so many other people. I will personally stop you, Heero Yuy."