You guys are so wonderful! Thank you so much for supporting this story as much as you have! A special thanks to Midnight of Shadows for her thoughtful and kind review. As for the rest of you: a couple people have been suggesting certain pairings, wondering who's going to be matched up. Well, I'm not going to say now, but don't let appearances deceive you. If some of you have figured it out, Usagi's not quite herself... *evil smile* I hope that's enough to keep you wondering... Ja! --Karasu
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing or anything involved with them... If I did, I'd be having a whole lot of fun with the pilots (~.^) The fic is mine though, don't steal!
Chapter 3: The Fiery Priestess
Somewhat disappointed at the hasty departures of his friends, Quatre turned to Trowa. "Do you want to stay a while longer, or head back to the mansion?" he asked before bringing finishing off his tea with a final swig.
Trowa pulled out his wallet and paid the bill as answer. Quatre nodded in understanding and stood up and slipped out of the booth, stepping neatly on a thin folder on the way out.
"What's in it?" murmured the other boy, as the blond stooped to pick up the object. It was a regular sized folder with a glossy surface picture of dolphins with no outward indications of anything out of the ordinary. Opening it, the boys were greeted with a heap of papers, notes and printouts, all neatly handwritten or perfectly typed. On several texts the name "Tsukino Usagi" was written, and on one, the two boys saw what was certainly her address.
Trowa shrugged. "Leave it. She'll notice it's missing and come back for it. It's not our problem." He said unemotionally.
A frown clouded the other boy's face. "No Trowa... I think we should take this back." Quatre implored, gazing at the green-eyed boy with a look of total righteousness, of total innocence, the look he'd perfected over the past few years. "It's the only decent thing to do. You can go back, I'll bring this to the girl's place."
HeavyArms's pilot let show a hint of a smile. No one was able to resist The Look. "No, I'll come. Let's get going." Quatre thanked him with an appreciative smile and both boys picked up their coats.
* * *
"You mean someone took that folder?!"
The waitress looked down on her, eyes narrowing with distaste. "I saw someone pick something up from the floor, looked like a folder." She turned away, a blatant dismissal but the blonde wouldn't give up and followed her.
"Don't you have a lost and found or something?" Usagi asked, voice rising from over the waitress's shoulder. "Did you maybe think that that folder belonged so someone? Was important to some one?"
"We staff here aren't responsible if one of our customers loses something in our café." Replied the waitress without looking up from the table she was cleaning, her voice bored. "That's the customers problem, not ours."
Usagi's eyes flashed, and she felt that all too familiar fire growing within her. These idiots! A folder! A stupid folder! Couldn't they just have picked it up and stuck it behind the counter and waited for someone to claim it? Obviously it belonged to someone! Homework itself was such a hassle, and she struggled so hard with her work, sometimes getting 90's, other times...30's. The blonde's hands balled into fists at her side and she silently counted to 10, mentally batting down the flames. She smoothed out her scowl and smiled sweetly though clenched teeth.
"Listen, can you just tell me who took the folder? Do you remember who took it? What they looked like?" her voice, although controlled, could not hide her irritation. The waitress turned to face the fiery young blonde.
"Look, all I can tell you is that it was two guys, probably the same age as you. One was taller with brown hair, long bangs." Her scowl was pain to the world, and it was clear that she wanted Usagi as far away as she could. "The other was short and blond. They left not to long ago. You could probably catch them if you hurry outta here."
The blonde looked at the waitress suspiciously for a moment, wondering if it was all just a bluff to get her to leave. She was causing a slight stir-a couple people had turned about to see what all the fuss was about, and the management behind the counter didn't look to pleased. Their eyes touched for a moment, blue with a tint of purple to a mousy brown and Usagi decided that the woman was telling the truth. She had enough confidence in herself to declare that she was surely somewhat psychic and right now her intuitive sense was telling her that the woman was telling the truth. With a nod of respect to the Waitress, Usagi spun on her heel and left the café, blonde hair swishing about.
***
Back at the mansion, Hiiro dreamt.
He was in a barren, broken place, and the earth hung beautifully overhead in the starriest sky he had ever scene. Strangely, there where no colonies anywhere in sight, no MO2, which should have been orbiting just before the Earth. This was an empty place, and it seemed as if he was the only one there. Unmoved, the Perfect Soldier walked through the rubble of a fallen kingdom, his boots crunching over the scattered fragments of stone that littered his whole sight.
***
There! That must be them! Usagi hurried forward, darting through the crowd like a hummingbird. She flitted about the crowd, her eyes burning intensely as she closed in on the two boys that fit the waitress's description.
Quatre suddenly felt overwhelmed. That feeling, that strange sense of his was picking up something strong...something so powerful that the blond stopped in misstep and grasped his pounding head, ragged breaths escaping hoarsely through a maw agape.
It was so close...
"Hey!"
Trowa turned around at the exclamation, the startle of Quatre behind him in the crowd diverting his attention from the call. Characteristically, the surprise was pushed away and no emotion showed on this face, but as he walked back to his friend, involuntary lines of worry appeared on his face. The blond had turned pale as a ghost.
"Quatre, is it...?" The tall boy asked needlessly, reading the signs.
"Hey! You two!" Called the voice again, definitely female with more than just a hint of command. This time Trowa saw her, a pale golden flame not to far off, deftly dogging the people and unwaveringly headed in the boy's direction. He looked again to Quatre.
"Quatre, whatever you're sensing is closing in on us. Let's just stay calm and try to act normal and we'll deal with this." Not a problem for Trowa of course, but it may not be so easy for the blond to handle. Visibly, Quatre straightened and took a deep sedating breath, whisking the back of his hand over his forehead where beads of sweat had formed. Internally, with all the force he could muster, he pushed the feelings deep inside, the warnings of a great power...
"Excuse me, but did you two by any chance stop at a café a while back and pick up a folder?" asked the blonde girl seriously, hitching her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the café. "I lost it, and the waitress there gave me your description."
Trowa subtly sized the girl up: Long golden hair that fell unhindered to her knees, large blue eyes shadowed slightly with purple. Despite her height and look of innocence, the dark-haired boy guessed she could be anywhere from 12-16, judging from her demeanour and sense of authority. Around her neck, a beautiful stone hung on a gold chain.
No one spoke, Trowa was waiting for Quatre to respond, the other boy being able to asses the situation better with that extra sense of his, but for the moment the blond was at a loss for words.
She was the great power? But she looked so... Pure, thought Quatre with slight confusion, then sympathy. What's going to happen to her?
"Well?"
The blonde boy mind raced. "No." He said quietly, then louder, mentally cringing with the lie. He hated people who lied. "No. We were in the café but never saw any folder. I'm sorry." Trowa was barely able to contain his surprise. This was more dire than he had realized. Quatre had lied.
Usagi's eyes narrowed and her necklace seemed to flicker. "You're sure?" she slowly, her eyes searching through the blond boy's, him obviously the weaker of the two. It was the taller boy that answered, fixing his friend's response.
"We're sure."
The girl's gaze flashed to him, and then back at Quatre. The lie was almost impossible to detect with the Trowa, but not quite. Usagi's trusted her psychic sense a heck of a lot more than these boys, and for whatever reason, they were lying to her. She gave each boy a blistering glance and turned her back to them, disappearing into the crowd.
"Quatre?"
The other boy drooped like a marionette with its strings cut. "We've got her address. Her-Usagi's address. Right now we need to talk to Hiiro."
Not to far away, the fiery blonde watched them. She wouldn't let this go. It wasn't just about her work now, this was personal. Sleathily as a cat, she followed the unknowing boys.
What Usagi didn't know however, what that in the shadows behind her, someone else was following her.
Karasu: WOW! *laughs* That last bit just cam out spur-of-the moment! Please keep R&Ring ! Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing or anything involved with them... If I did, I'd be having a whole lot of fun with the pilots (~.^) The fic is mine though, don't steal!
Chapter 3: The Fiery Priestess
Somewhat disappointed at the hasty departures of his friends, Quatre turned to Trowa. "Do you want to stay a while longer, or head back to the mansion?" he asked before bringing finishing off his tea with a final swig.
Trowa pulled out his wallet and paid the bill as answer. Quatre nodded in understanding and stood up and slipped out of the booth, stepping neatly on a thin folder on the way out.
"What's in it?" murmured the other boy, as the blond stooped to pick up the object. It was a regular sized folder with a glossy surface picture of dolphins with no outward indications of anything out of the ordinary. Opening it, the boys were greeted with a heap of papers, notes and printouts, all neatly handwritten or perfectly typed. On several texts the name "Tsukino Usagi" was written, and on one, the two boys saw what was certainly her address.
Trowa shrugged. "Leave it. She'll notice it's missing and come back for it. It's not our problem." He said unemotionally.
A frown clouded the other boy's face. "No Trowa... I think we should take this back." Quatre implored, gazing at the green-eyed boy with a look of total righteousness, of total innocence, the look he'd perfected over the past few years. "It's the only decent thing to do. You can go back, I'll bring this to the girl's place."
HeavyArms's pilot let show a hint of a smile. No one was able to resist The Look. "No, I'll come. Let's get going." Quatre thanked him with an appreciative smile and both boys picked up their coats.
* * *
"You mean someone took that folder?!"
The waitress looked down on her, eyes narrowing with distaste. "I saw someone pick something up from the floor, looked like a folder." She turned away, a blatant dismissal but the blonde wouldn't give up and followed her.
"Don't you have a lost and found or something?" Usagi asked, voice rising from over the waitress's shoulder. "Did you maybe think that that folder belonged so someone? Was important to some one?"
"We staff here aren't responsible if one of our customers loses something in our café." Replied the waitress without looking up from the table she was cleaning, her voice bored. "That's the customers problem, not ours."
Usagi's eyes flashed, and she felt that all too familiar fire growing within her. These idiots! A folder! A stupid folder! Couldn't they just have picked it up and stuck it behind the counter and waited for someone to claim it? Obviously it belonged to someone! Homework itself was such a hassle, and she struggled so hard with her work, sometimes getting 90's, other times...30's. The blonde's hands balled into fists at her side and she silently counted to 10, mentally batting down the flames. She smoothed out her scowl and smiled sweetly though clenched teeth.
"Listen, can you just tell me who took the folder? Do you remember who took it? What they looked like?" her voice, although controlled, could not hide her irritation. The waitress turned to face the fiery young blonde.
"Look, all I can tell you is that it was two guys, probably the same age as you. One was taller with brown hair, long bangs." Her scowl was pain to the world, and it was clear that she wanted Usagi as far away as she could. "The other was short and blond. They left not to long ago. You could probably catch them if you hurry outta here."
The blonde looked at the waitress suspiciously for a moment, wondering if it was all just a bluff to get her to leave. She was causing a slight stir-a couple people had turned about to see what all the fuss was about, and the management behind the counter didn't look to pleased. Their eyes touched for a moment, blue with a tint of purple to a mousy brown and Usagi decided that the woman was telling the truth. She had enough confidence in herself to declare that she was surely somewhat psychic and right now her intuitive sense was telling her that the woman was telling the truth. With a nod of respect to the Waitress, Usagi spun on her heel and left the café, blonde hair swishing about.
***
Back at the mansion, Hiiro dreamt.
He was in a barren, broken place, and the earth hung beautifully overhead in the starriest sky he had ever scene. Strangely, there where no colonies anywhere in sight, no MO2, which should have been orbiting just before the Earth. This was an empty place, and it seemed as if he was the only one there. Unmoved, the Perfect Soldier walked through the rubble of a fallen kingdom, his boots crunching over the scattered fragments of stone that littered his whole sight.
***
There! That must be them! Usagi hurried forward, darting through the crowd like a hummingbird. She flitted about the crowd, her eyes burning intensely as she closed in on the two boys that fit the waitress's description.
Quatre suddenly felt overwhelmed. That feeling, that strange sense of his was picking up something strong...something so powerful that the blond stopped in misstep and grasped his pounding head, ragged breaths escaping hoarsely through a maw agape.
It was so close...
"Hey!"
Trowa turned around at the exclamation, the startle of Quatre behind him in the crowd diverting his attention from the call. Characteristically, the surprise was pushed away and no emotion showed on this face, but as he walked back to his friend, involuntary lines of worry appeared on his face. The blond had turned pale as a ghost.
"Quatre, is it...?" The tall boy asked needlessly, reading the signs.
"Hey! You two!" Called the voice again, definitely female with more than just a hint of command. This time Trowa saw her, a pale golden flame not to far off, deftly dogging the people and unwaveringly headed in the boy's direction. He looked again to Quatre.
"Quatre, whatever you're sensing is closing in on us. Let's just stay calm and try to act normal and we'll deal with this." Not a problem for Trowa of course, but it may not be so easy for the blond to handle. Visibly, Quatre straightened and took a deep sedating breath, whisking the back of his hand over his forehead where beads of sweat had formed. Internally, with all the force he could muster, he pushed the feelings deep inside, the warnings of a great power...
"Excuse me, but did you two by any chance stop at a café a while back and pick up a folder?" asked the blonde girl seriously, hitching her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the café. "I lost it, and the waitress there gave me your description."
Trowa subtly sized the girl up: Long golden hair that fell unhindered to her knees, large blue eyes shadowed slightly with purple. Despite her height and look of innocence, the dark-haired boy guessed she could be anywhere from 12-16, judging from her demeanour and sense of authority. Around her neck, a beautiful stone hung on a gold chain.
No one spoke, Trowa was waiting for Quatre to respond, the other boy being able to asses the situation better with that extra sense of his, but for the moment the blond was at a loss for words.
She was the great power? But she looked so... Pure, thought Quatre with slight confusion, then sympathy. What's going to happen to her?
"Well?"
The blonde boy mind raced. "No." He said quietly, then louder, mentally cringing with the lie. He hated people who lied. "No. We were in the café but never saw any folder. I'm sorry." Trowa was barely able to contain his surprise. This was more dire than he had realized. Quatre had lied.
Usagi's eyes narrowed and her necklace seemed to flicker. "You're sure?" she slowly, her eyes searching through the blond boy's, him obviously the weaker of the two. It was the taller boy that answered, fixing his friend's response.
"We're sure."
The girl's gaze flashed to him, and then back at Quatre. The lie was almost impossible to detect with the Trowa, but not quite. Usagi's trusted her psychic sense a heck of a lot more than these boys, and for whatever reason, they were lying to her. She gave each boy a blistering glance and turned her back to them, disappearing into the crowd.
"Quatre?"
The other boy drooped like a marionette with its strings cut. "We've got her address. Her-Usagi's address. Right now we need to talk to Hiiro."
Not to far away, the fiery blonde watched them. She wouldn't let this go. It wasn't just about her work now, this was personal. Sleathily as a cat, she followed the unknowing boys.
What Usagi didn't know however, what that in the shadows behind her, someone else was following her.
Karasu: WOW! *laughs* That last bit just cam out spur-of-the moment! Please keep R&Ring ! Tell me what you think!