She is Me Chapter 9: Our Body, a gundam wing/sailor moon fanfic

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She is Me

Chapter 9 ~ Our Body

Written by Kei

Serena woke from a fitful sleep early the next morning when she heard someone knocking on the door. She roused herself and stumbled out of bed, yawning as she did so and trying to rid her mouth of the thickness it always seemed to gain during the night.

"Trowa?" she said, her voice cracking when she saw the tall, green-eyed boy, all dressed and ready for the day. She cleared her throat and continued, "What are you doing here?"

"Quatre's disappeared and Duo's at the hospital for poisoning," he told her quietly. "Come with me to see him."

"I'm a little underdressed, don't you think?" she pointed out, sweeping her hands downward to indicate her lavender pajamas.

"So get dressed," he replied and she nodded. She left the door open and rushed away, returning a moment later wearing a pair of black flare pants, a short-sleeved, vivid red top with an elaborate black butterfly on the front, and red lace-up boots. She had already fixed up her hair and adorned her two odangos with red clip-on rose blossoms.

"Ready!" she chirped, hooking her arm through Trowa's as she began walking down the corridor. They moved along silently, Serena thinking hard about all the events that had occurred since her arrival at the school. She had been emotionally and physically hurt, deceived, and rarely happy.

"Penny for your thoughts," Trowa murmured, and she glanced down to see his palm open before her, holding a shiny new penny. She picked it up and slipped it into her pocket, smiling at him. Then they lapsed into silence again.

After a moment: "You're unusually quiet, Serena. It's not unusual for me, but for you it is."

Serena mentally stepped back from the scene for a moment and assessed the situation. She realized that she was doing everything Heero had told her not to. Trowa was a Gundam pilot, an assassin, a killer. And here she was, strolling practically hand-in-hand with him, going to see another Gundam pilot!

"Trowa, I'm sorry!" she cried, tears making her crystalline eyes even more so. "I can't do this! I can't be here! I'm so sorry!"

"Serena—," he started to say, but she had already disappeared around a corner. And when he got round the bend, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Yes, Serena? What can I do for you?" Relena smiled warmly at the frazzled-looking blond who had just burst into her office. Though it had surprised the Cinq Princess a bit, she masked her shock and offered forth a friendly face.

"Relena, I've made the decision to leave Saint Gabriel's," Serena choked out, swallowing down sobs rising in her throat.

"For what reason? Is there something wrong here? Your living quarters unsuitable? Something that upsets you with the classes? Please explain to me why you're telling me this, Serena," Relena requested calmly, though inwardly she was a bit offended that someone would want to leave her school.

"Oh, nothing like that, Relena!" Serena said immediately. "It's not the school's facilities, or the school itself for that matter; it's just me. I'm having personal difficulties right now that I feel will be unable to be resolved if I remain here. I believe if I return to my home for a time, I will regain my sense of peace."

Relena considered her statement for a moment and then said, "Well-spoken, Serena. You will be missed."

"Thank you," Serena whispered, for she knew if she spoke above that volume, she would break into sobs. "Goodbye, Relena."

"Goodbye," she waved, and frowned when the door shut. She had liked the bright, bubbly girl, and wondered what in the world could have happened. She ordered Pargan to send for Chang Wufei.

On his way to see Relena, the request of which confused him, Wufei almost ran into Serena. She was sprinting down the hallway and didn't even stop to look back when their shoulders bumped.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, woman?" he roared back at her, but it seemed as though she hadn't heard at all, mystifying him. He tried to shrug it off, but the matter distracted him through most of what Relena had to say.

"…with her, Wufei?" Relena demanded, and he emerged from his trance, dark, slanted eyes wide and alert while innocent at the same time. His was mimicking Duo in a way, those black orbs asking, "Who, me?"

"Did you hear me, Wufei?" Relena asked, leaning forward on her desk as she pressed both hands flat on its top. "What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know," he finally bit out. "She's a weak woman with some sort of emotional disorder. She's 'sensitive.' Why in Nataku's name are you asking me?"

"She's your roommate, Wufei!" Relena almost yelled, but managed to remain composed. "Now please go back and find out what's wrong."

"Fine, whatever," he snorted, waving his arms in defeat and reluctant acceptance as he left her office and strolled back to the dorm.

When he arrived, he found Serena making up her bed with the scratchy grey blanket as her bright pink duffel bag and black carpetbag waited to be picked up at the foot of the bed. Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, Wufei could tell she had been crying.

"What are you doing, woman? Don't tell me you're running away!" he exclaimed angrily.

"I'm not running away, Wufei. I'm just gathering all my things together to make it easier for my family when they come to pick them up," she clarified, sitting primly on the mattress.

"Stop your babbling and give me a straight answer!" he commanded and she sighed, sadly. He paced back and forth in front of her, stomping around like a bull elephant.

"My life…" she began, searching for the proper words.

"What about it?" he urged.

"It may end soon," she finished softly and was about to be stunned by his lack of reaction when he screamed, "WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE, WOMAN? BECAUSE THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I'M GOING TO LET YOU DO THAT!"

"It's nice to know you care, Wufei, but I would never kill myself," she told him. "I am going to willingly give up my life in order to save another's."

"You're making no sense! Whose life are you going to save by dying?" he inquired hotly.

"Quatre's. My best friend's. If I don't surrender, his heart is gone forever. I can't let that happen to him. I have to protect him, and if that means the end of my life as I know it, then I'll embrace my fate with open arms."

"But—"

"It's my choice, Wufei; destiny is however I make it. To save Q, I will grab destiny and twist it until it all unravels," she stated determinedly. "And in doing so, I will most likely never return here again."

"I can't believe you're giving it all up to save that dishonorable jerk!" Wufei raged, grabbing her by the wrists and shaking her. "Hello, woman? Remember, he hit you!"

"You'll be glad when I'm gone, Wufei," she hissed, her voice suddenly becoming icy-cold. "After all, I'm just an interference. Now, I know what I have to do. Don't try to stop me."

She stood up and stalked to the door, opened it, and marched out, leaving Wufei absolutely speechless. That was when he noticed the half-crumpled letter lying on Serena's pillow. He reached for it and unfolded it, fury growing as he read the contents. He tore the paper to shreds, grabbed his katana, and walked out of the room towards Heero and Duo's dorm.

He pounded as hard as he could on the door when he arrived and tore Heero's gun right out of his hands when the Perfect Soldier greeted him as he would normally greet any guest.

"What do you want, Wufei?" he asked in monotone.

"What the hell is your problem, Yuy?" Wufei questioned in a low, menacing tone. "What were you thinking when you wrote that damned letter to Serena?"

"She shared it with you?" Heero growled.

"No! I found it when she left the room, headed straight to her death!" Wufei shot back. "So, you think Winner would never hurt her, hm? But if she hurts him, you'll kill her? Dammit, Yuy, don't you know that he did hurt her? HE HIT HER! On the face! Gave her a bruise and knocked her down! All because she said she didn't want to be his little girlfriend! Your ignorance makes you weak, and threatening to kill an innocent because of your ignorance makes you dishonorable! You don't want Serena to associate with any of us? If you're our so-called 'leader,' I don't think I want to associate with us, either!"

Heero found himself utterly without a response.

"Bastard," Wufei smiled grimly. "She's going to die for Winner. She is going to give up her life for him, even though he hurt her. Maybe you should take some lessons in honor from her, because you obviously have none. Good-BYE!"

Wufei stormed away down the hall and Heero stood at the doorway, contemplating Wufei's words and trying to sort through all the information he had just been fed.

Quatre stumbled aimlessly around dark, vacant hallways of the school that were no longer in use. When he glanced at his reflection in the glass of an empty trophy case, he saw that his eyes were gold, but it didn't register in his mind. He whirled, gun cocked, when he heard footsteps behind him.

There stood La Conejita, white hair blowing in a wind that didn't exist. She had one foot placed slightly in front of the other, toes on both feet pointing out a bit. Her legs up to her knees were covered by high-heeled, matte green boots that clung to her shapely legs like a second skin; the tops of the boots were about nine inches away from the hem of a pair of white jean shorts below a green tank top not unlike Heero's.

"You!" Quatre exclaimed, though his voice was as empty as the hallways it echoed through. "L-la Conejita!"

"That's right, O Kind and Gentle Quatre," she taunted coolly, and her widened silver eyes showed how much she hadn't expected him to when he fired his weapon. The bullet struck her shoulder and her jaw dropped as she silently bore the pain. Adding to that agony was the thought itching in the back of her mind that Serena was going to die for the one who was trying to kill her!

"Serena!" she breathed.

"You poisoned her mind against me!" Quatre wailed, tears streaming numbly out of his wild gold eyes. "I am the only one that can save her innocence! I am the only one good enough for her!"

'Serena, you can't be goddamned Sailor Moon again! You're not strong enough! You need me in order to be her! You foolish girl!' Usagi's mind berated the blond girl.

Another bang, and Usagi found herself hobbling to get away from the psychotic youth whose bullet had hit her in the thigh. She moved as fast as she could to the door and opened it, pressing her weight against the handle.

A third gunshot went off, and the bullet was imbedded in her back to the right of her spine. The force from it, coupled with her weakness from the other two bullets, sent her tumbling down the stairs she had ascended to come into the building. She rolled down all fifty-two of them until she stopped, broken and bleeding, at the bottom. She groaned as she turned her head to the left, feeling a presence there. Her eyes managed to become large when they were staring into a pair of sapphire orbs belonging to Serena, who had fallen there from the same wounds.

"It's you…" she murmured, her crimson blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her hand that was attached to her uninjured arm extended and clasped La Conejita's. "The soldier-girl in my dreams. We are one, aren't we?"

"We are one," Usagi confirmed.

"We are one," they said in unison, and a bright white light engulfed them.