She is Me Chapter 8: All For You, a gundam wing/sailor moon fanfic

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She is Me

Chapter 8 ~ All For You

Written by Princess Lesse

Heero thought back to what he said to Usagi, and he knew then that he let his secret slip, but Usagi didn't catch it, and for that Heero was thankful. Of course she couldn't find out; that would be the end of him there. But he wondered why Serena didn't read the letter. Of course, she could have read it and dismissed it as a silly joke, or something else. He wasn't sure, but he knew that he couldn't let Quatre be around her much longer, for that would be the end of them all—letting a silly girl in on his mission, and that could be fatal.

Typing on his laptop, overcome with the feelings of foreboding, he kept thinking about the femme fatale. Of course, she could be watching him this very second and he wouldn't have a clue. He scanned the premises and looked for a shock of white hair anywhere. But, he would never think to look to where someone could easily spot him: In his own dormitory.

Serena had finally gotten to sleep when she felt something drift in front of her face. She scowled in her sleep and tried to bat whatever it was away. When she still felt the presence, she opened one eye warily to see a white something covering her face. She was about to scream when a black paw covered her mouth.

"Hush, Serena. Do you want to get us caught?" a feminine voice with a slight British accent harshly whispered to the shaking blonde.

Serena shook her head in a negative manner, then glared at the black feline who was currently sitting with the white something in its mouth. Serena, curiosity being one of her faults, gingerly took the paper and she got up to go to the den. In there, she sat on the makeshift couch and turned on the lamp. As she read what was apparently a letter, her eyes widened, and tears came to them unconsciously.

Serena—

I know who you are, and I know of your relationship with a certain Quatre Raberba Winner. For your own damn good, keep away from him. If you must know why, then I'll tell you, but I can promise you that you won't live to see the rising sun, or even the setting sun for all I care, if you utter a single word of this to anyone.

We, as in Quatre and I, are killers. Assassins. I have no problem with killing, Quatre has no problem with killing. If I injure you, don't be surprised, because surely after that I shall be forced to kill you, and I wouldn't hesitate to do so. I know for a fact that Quatre would never hurt you, but if you dare hurt him in any way, I will most certainly kill you. Keep away from him at all costs; don't even attempt to associate with anyone that has any knowledge of Quatre, including myself, Duo, Wufei, and Trowa.

Wufei may be your roommate, but you don't even speak to him, and keep this up, dearest Serena.

Keep away from us all; this is my last and only warning to an interference such as yourself.

Heero Yuy

Serena cried the tears that were already spilling into pools of despair on the couch. She looked at the cat, who also seemed sympathetic, but it didn't seem it would last long. She looked up and walked back into the sleeping quarters. She looked at her roommate and was astounded as she started to piece all of it together. She knew that Heero had a reason for doing everything, if he was the infamous pilot of Wing Zero. As she tried to comprehend all of this new information, she failed to notice that a certain young man was watching her from his position of "sleep."

Heero started to feel a presence, and he then began to understand that he was not alone. He turned swiftly, his hand on his gun, keeping a wary eye out for anything of the unparticular. He kept looking, and finally he saw a figure step out of the shadows.

"God, Quatre! What the hell are you doing in here?"

The figure didn't say anything, just kept silent the whole time, and this is what unnerved Heero. For the fact that Quatre would be in his room at an hour like this, and the fact that he would actually be up. Heero narrowed his eyes as he aimed his gun at the figure who was most certainly impersonating Quatre.

Finally, Heero was noticing that he was backing up and that Quatre was advancing and, in all his haste, the Perfect Soldier forgot to plan an escape route. He looked around frantically, searching for something. He noticed his laptop, grabbed it and threw it at Quatre, and it hit right on target as it slammed into his head. Heero hurriedly turned around and opened the window. He looked frantically around him and jumped into the oak that was outside.

As Heero jumped from limb to limb, he noticed that Quatre wasn't following. He kept a toned ear out for any sudden movements. His feet touched the ground in a split. Heero ran all the way to the only place he knew would be open at this hour: A coffee house.

La Conejita watched the scene unfold with interest. She watched Quatre sneak into the room and spy on Heero, who was looking for her. She smirked, because she knew that she had gotten to the Perfect Soldier in more ways than one. For this, she was proud. But she noticed that something was horribly wrong as Heero jumped out the window, running away from Quatre. Quatre, the kind, gentle one.

"Kind and gentle my ass. I wouldn't be up here now watching the little prick if he hadn't done what he did to Serena," La Conejita seethed.

She watched as Heero ran down the street, and no one was in pursuit of him, yet he still kept running. And the fact that he was going to a bongo club amused her. She shook her head as she sat there with feline grace, and jumped to the windowsill of Heero's room.

As she looked around frantically, she noticed that Duo was still asleep, and how he was she didn't know. She crept into the room silently and looked for any signs of Quatre. She analyzed every corner of the room. Sensing that something was amiss, she went to check on Duo, whose breathing seemed to be irregular. She put her index and middle finger out to check his pulse, which was very irregular. She quickly peered into his eyes and noticed that he had been drugged.

Quatre awoke in a place that seemed most peculiar. He looked around for any sign of familiarity and didn't notice anything, until he saw all the books. He jumped up, wondering what in God's name was he doing in the library. He quickly turned, and saw nothing. He turned again, and he saw the back door had been propped open, and he must have done it. He shook his head, then it all came back to him. Every little thing that he did, coming back to him in full-blown detail, and he didn't like it one bit.

He sank to his knees, and the hot salty tears that were streaming down his cheeks didn't help the matter. He had hit the love of his life, and his best friend at that. And now, he had just tried to kill Heero. He shook his head in despair, and was about to feel as if he couldn't have done anything worse, but he remembered. He remembered that he had drugged Duo, and now he could be internally bleeding, and it would be his fault.

Jumping up as fast as he could, he ran to the door, swiftly shutting it behind him. He ran as fast as he could to Heero's dorm when he tripped on a bench. He was in a whirl to stand up, but he saw blood on the concrete and gasped as he realized that was Serena's blood from when she fell. And he was the cause of it. He shook his head in denial and tried to look away from the sight. But as he turned around again, the blood was standing out more than ever.

Quatre fell on the bench and started to cry sobs of the poor and tortured soul. And what emerged from it all was that he lost the love of his life, and his best friend. In all the times, even during the war, he had never felt as horrible as he did then.

Serena sat on her bed, crying tears that it seemed would never end. She was going to leave, and she wasn't going to take any more of this. Luna would never be able to find her if she left now, if she went to where she was going, Luna would never know. She jumped up hurriedly and started to take off her shirt. When she had if fully off, she finally noticed that someone was watching her. She turned her head cautiously, and she saw a furiously blushing Wufei. She screamed bloody murder as she grabbed her sheets and pulled them around her naked top and front half.

Wufei was desperately trying to make the color in his face die down, and he most certainly didn't need any of what he was getting right now. He turned his head, and brought his blankets up over his head, and spoke to Serena through the covers.

"I don't know of your past, Serena. But of what I do know from my own past mistakes, don't run from it. And that makes you weak if you run from it, and dishonorable if you succeed in escaping it. If you must, challenge it, and defeat it.

"Destiny isn't laid out for you, and you choose whichever path you take. You make choices every day, and every single one of them you make concludes on what you do with your life, from making a major one, like refusing Quatre, which is the right choice, to choosing to eat ham instead of turkey.

"If you had any sense of honor, woman, you would take heed of what I am saying and try to make it work for yourself, if not for those around you."

As Serena sat down, listening to the muffled Wufei, she was noticing how much sense he was making, and to her, that was the best advice she had heard in a while. And for that she was thankful, but she had to listen to Heero, because she would die if she didn't. She was going to have to stay away from them all; if for anyone's good, it was for Quatre's.

But what hurt her the most about the letter was not the fact that Heero was trying to befriend her for his own personal reasons, involving the war, nor the fact that Quatre lied to her all these years. It was the fact that he said that Quatre would never hurt her, and he said that was what he knew. In all of the times she had ever wanted to believe in something so desperately, this was one of them.

La Conejita called an ambulance, trying to save Duo before it was too late. As she heard the sirens, Duo started to convulse. She thought of everything she knew, and then she put her hand on his temple, and rubbed it on a certain spot. As he started to relax, the paramedics rushed in, all surrounding Duo and trying to get him to the hospital as fast as possible.

La Conejita disappeared into the shadows, letting the paramedics take him away. She noticed that were starting to look for her, trying to ask her questions. At least they never got a good look at her. She stealthily jumped out the window, onto the oak, and made her way to the coffee shop which Heero was located at.

Heero sat in one of the booths, watching all the people stream in and out, studying for exams, and grabbing espressos. He shook his head, wondering what could be the matter with Quatre as he sat there sipping on his black coffee. He sat there, wondering about what it all could mean, when someone sat at the booth with him. Someone he did and didn't want to see.

"Hello, lover. Up for a late night caffeine rush, I see."

"What. Do. You. Want. Usagi?"

"Oh, silly Heero. Don't act as if you aren't happy to see me. In fact, you should be very happy to see me, because I am here to bring you the news of Duo. Your friend is being taken to the hospital as we speak. Another friend of yours poisoned him, and now he might be suffering from internal bleeding. Watch out for your kind and gentle friend. If not, you will most definitely find him dead, and I won't hesitate to stop him or your mission."