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Author's Notes: What's up everyone? I've been lazy, so I haven't written. I'm not sure if I like this part or not, so bear with me. I might rewrite it. Tell me what you think. Okay, I just read the thing about no spamming, so I'm going to start to put this only in the Gundam Wing/Sailor Moon Crossovers section. Also, please read my friend Meddling_Maiden's stuff! It's so good! It's original poetry, by the way. I'm going to dedicate this part to my friend Meddling_Maiden (Hey Meddling!), and my four brothers: my "older" brother John, my "twin" brother Wes, my "younger" brother Chris, and my biological brother Daniel. Actually, I'm not going to dedicate this to them at all! The bastards! Three of them aren't really my brothers, but they're such great friends, and I decided I wanted a twin, so now I have more brothers! (Meddling, I knew you're laughing cuz you're the only one that gets this whole thing!) By the way…Wes is Azn Pride! I'm so proud of him! He's the guy that wrote (well, at least most of it) and rapped "Got Rice!". Azn Pride, baby! Just a Korean girl bored out of her mind and nothing to do but write fics. I was introduced to this whole anime thing by my cousin! Thank my cousin Ed cuz he used to rent Ranma ½ all the time at the Korean video stores! I was in, and still am, in love with it! Also thank my cousin Kay who used to love Dragonball Z when he was much much younger than he is now! I grew up with boys, so while most girls were playing with Barbies at the age of around six, I was sitting there watching DBZ movies in Korean and playing video games! Anyway, I wanted to ask if you would review because I haven't been getting that many. Flames are accepted with pride! My self-esteem is already at a record low, and dropping, so nothing will hurt my feelings! Tell me the truth! Does it suck? I want to know! So tell me, okay? L8ers.
~Infinite_Tenshi

Disclaimer: I don't own jack shit, unless you count all the crap in my room, in which case, you won't find anything interesting. I really need to redecorate. Maybe, MAYBE, my watch, but you'll never get that. I can't live without my watch. It's digital and tell me the day, the date and the time. You'll never get it, I tell you! I can't live without it! If it weren't for my watch, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between Tuesday and Friday!

Chapter Nine

Last Time:

The morning rays of the sun landed on Usagi's eyes, making her turn to the other side, cuddling into the warmth next to her.
'What the fuck?' Usagi wondered as she felt the warmth. She opened her eyes and reached under her pillow.

Heero had also felt the rays of the morning sun in his eyes, but as he was about to turn, he felt something cuddling next to him. He gave in for about a second before consciousness came to our perfect soldier. He opened his eyes, and saw the opened blue eyes of Usagi. He immediately reached under his pillow at the same time as Usagi.

Both pulled out guns and pointed them right in between the eyes of the other.

"Omae o korosu," they said simultaneously.

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'What the hell happened?' Heero asked himself. Well, let's analyze the evidence. One, you're lying naked in a bed, two, you have a beautiful woman lying next to you, and may I say naked as well, in the same bed, three, you went drinking last night, four, you're holding a gun to that beautiful woman's head. What? Oh, right, the drinkfest. I can't remember…yes I can. I can't believe we did that…kami what am I going to do? I don't know, put your gun down? Hell no! What are you crazy or stupid or both? She'll kill me. Now go away. I'm letting logic, or as you like to call it Mr. Perfect Soldier take over.'

'Oh kami, my head hurts. What happened last night? Oh, yeah, the drinking. I didn't think it would lead to this! I have just shamed myself by going against what I said I would never do, which is to drink so much that there would be a guy next to me in the morning. mental sigh Well, at least he's cute and he's not exactly a civilian or a loser. That's gotta be a plus.'
The two had a stare down for a long time, until they heard the intercom go off.

"Hey Heero! I was wondering if you had any gel. This stupid haircut is getting way too much in my way. I don't know how you live without a braid, bro," Duo yelled through the intercom. (A.N.: Yes, our little braided baka still has his little wig on. Just think of it this way: he doesn't seem too bright at times, and this is one of those times.

Usagi and Heero looked at each other before they each grabbed the sheet. It was a game of tug-of-war, with the stakes very high. Usagi finally gave him the sheet and grabbed her clothes off the floor. (A.N.: Okay, I'm saying that Usagi is basically crouching behind the bed because if she were to dress, she'd have to stand up, which means revealing her current state of being clothesless. I don't even think that's a word. Okay, back to my piece of crap fic.)

"Whatever happened, didn't happen, got it?" Usagi asked as she glared.

"No evidence, the doors and windows secure, soundproof walls…I think that no one will find out unless you say something," Heero said as he returned the favor of the glare.

"What are you saying, that I would go and brag about this? What would I say? 'I slept with the perfect soldier after getting drunk as fuck and could barely see?'"

"Hey, it's your call. We both keep our mouths shut, and we'll be fine. There's no evidence, so we're clear off the board."

"Fine. You keep your mouth shut, I'll keep mine," Usagi said as she threw her clothes on her bed, grabbed the sheet from it, and ran into the bathroom. (A.N.: okay, I wanted to say that the dorm is huge. The bedroom alone can fit two king size beds, which it does. There's a full bathroom on one side and a half bathroom on the other. There's a balcony with a great view.) Heero just closed his eyes and went out to the balcony after putting some clothes on.

'What have I done? I'm the perfect soldier for kami's sake! This was not supposed to happen! I don't know how this happened! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shut up. Go Heero! Yeah! You lost your virginity and it was to a beautiful girl with a personality just like yours! Go away. Hell no! You've done the deed. Now you're stuck with me. Hey, that rhymes! You know, I can send perfect soldier here right now. Whatever. You don't have that power. How much you wanna bet? How about a two day visit? What? What I mean is that if you can, I'll leave you alone for two days, and if you can't then I get to stay for two days. Fine.' Heero concentrated for a little while and in his mind, a little scene was going on that almost brought a smirk to Heero's face. Ha! I told you that you couldn't- wait, what the- There was a soldier version of Heero dragging away the screaming, kicking, yelling, humanity version of Heero. (A.N.: Don't ask. I don't exactly know how the mind of a guy works so I'm basically taking a chance at it. It's supposed to be humor, so if I offended any of you guys out there, gomen!)

Usagi was in the bathroom thinking to herself. 'Okay, what am I going to do? I just lost my damn virginity to damn Perfect Soldier boy over there. Hi! Who the hell are you? Your humanity. You see, we have to wait in the waiting room until we're basically called on. I didn't call you. Yes you did. You just screwed Heero. I think that's a reason to be called. Shut up. Hey, can I ask you something? No. Well, I'm going to ask you anyway. Okay, is that Heero Yuy, as in Perfect Soldier? No. Yes it is! I was talking to his humanity a couple of minutes ago. You see, people usually call on us when they're born. You and Heero on the other hand, called us at birth as usual, but then sent us right back to that damned waiting room right after the damn doctors got a hold of you. Go away. Listen, I just wanted to say that it is perfectly normal for people to have sex. You are part of that people. Get the fuck out of my head. Listen- No. Look- No. Fine then! Good. Now leave.' The little humanity version of Usagi left her mind. 'No evidence. None. Nothing will prove this to Dr. M who would probably give me the damned speech about getting off my task, or the damned mission. mental sigh Why must I drink? Maybe because it takes away problems temporarily? I don't know. I have to plan. Sometime this week, Treize will be on a certain colony and I have to get my revenge. But how am I going to do it? A gun to the head? That way, it'll be quick for the both of us. But for Treize, this will be the longest and saddest day of his life.'

"Heero?!? Hello? Are you there? I really need some gel, and if you don't have any, then just tell me! I can't waste my entire day waiting for you! Wait, maybe Trowa has some! It's a miracle if he keeps his bangs like that if he doesn't have any gel…" Duo's voice faded as he left for Trowa's room.

Heero came back into the room from the balcony and went into the half bathroom. There he washed his face, stared into the mirror, and thought. (A.N.: I know they think a lot, but they don't really talk a lot, so let's just say thinking makes up for all their talking.)

'Yuy, what have you gotten yourself into? You know perfectly well that you shouldn't be sleeping around if you're going to be the Perfect Soldier. No emotions, remember? Oh kami, you're such a baka. Look at yourself. You're supposed to keep your mind only on the mission. The mission, nothing else. What about what Duo said? That you two were perfect for each other? What the hell are you doing here? We made a damned deal. I know, but I got bored in the waiting room, and I really can't tell time. Listen, you leave, or I'll go get retrained by J and then you'll disappear forever. No! I won't survive for another lifetime in that waiting room! Please, don't get retrained! Oh, so you're afraid? Umm…no. Okay, I'll make you a deal. You keep your end of the other deal, and I won't get retrained. Deal. Bye! Finally. Okay, think Yuy. For one, don't tell J. Two, remember the next mission. How am I going to kill Treize? A bullet through the head? Maybe a bullet to the heart? I don't know. I'm getting a headache.' Heero walked out of the bathroom to clean up the room. If Duo was to come into the room, he would know what happened for sure.

Usagi was taking a shower to clear her thoughts. One night of drinking and the next morning, there was a guy next to her. 'Okay, I'm going to erase this from my mind. No more. Nothing happened.' Usagi finished her shower, wrapped a towel around herself and walked out the door to see Heero cleaning up the dorm, or basically cleaning up any evidence of the night before. She grabbed some clean clothes and went back into the restroom to get dressed.

Heero finally finished cleaning the room. He decided to pull out his laptop and check his mail. There were none. 'Great. J is a baka and can't even keep me up on the information that they're actually receiving! I'm betting he knows everything by now, the bastard. Oh well, I'll just have to find something else to do. What to do…what to do…hack? No, it's getting too easy. Eat? No, the Perfect Soldier doesn't waste time just eating. What am I going to do? Maybe I should go for a walk. Ah, what the hell. I'll go for a walk. Maybe it'll get rid of this damned headache.' Heero grabbed his jacket and left.

Usagi had gotten dressed and was ready for the day. She was still experiencing an enormous headache like Heero, and just like him, she was too 'perfect' to admit it. Usagi decided to eat something and then go to the park or something. She cooked some fried rice and sat down in front of the television.

"OZ is requesting the admittance of more soldiers. click Today, more and more people ask, 'Are there really aliens? click Terry! Terry! (A.N.: Let's just say it's new and improved great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandson of Jerry Springer.) click (music video) click Okay, we got this in today, and it's the greatest product you will ever see in your life! (A.N.: Ah, yes, infomercials. Who can write about television programs and not write about infomercials? click I lost 160 pounds on the SkinnyQuick program! (For those of you who don't get it, read it over and over again until you do.) click The screen of the television went black. 'I'm on a different planet and yet there is still nothing on this piece of electrical equipment they call the television, or as I call it, the idiot box!' Usagi had finished her rice, so she put away her dishes in the sink. 'I should go for a walk. There really isn't anything to do. Hey, maybe I should go to the coffeeshop, after all, I haven't had a mochaccino in a long time. I have started reading that book on Roman mythology…maybe I should read it over there.'

Usagi had been dressed in a pair of light blue flare jeans, a white peasant top, and Birkenstocks with her hair up in its usual bun.
She went out into public, and while walking down the sidewalks, a little girl ran into her.

"Gomen, gomen! I wasn't watching where I was going! Gomen!"

"That's fine."

"Oh, hi, Usagi."

"Hey Hotaru."

"Hotaru! Are you all right?" called Michiru.

"I'm fine, Michiru-mama! Hold on!" Hotaru called back. "So, Usagi, how are you?"

"Fine. How have you been?"

"Great! I've been wanting to see you!"

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend! Well, I think I have to go now. Haruka-papa is looking impatient. Ja ne, Usagi!"

"Ja."

Hotaru went off running. Usagi almost smiled to herself. 'So full of life. Hardly even knows what's going on around her. Good thing, too.'

Usagi continued to walk on to the coffeeshop. As she was walking, Usagi saw a happy couple at the park. 'Oh, to have no worries and to be in love. That would be absolutely revolting.' Usagi continued to walk, until she saw Heero sitting up in a tree, staring out into the lake. He seemed to be in a daze of some sort, or at least in deep thought. 'To approach, or not to approach. A complicated question it is. Considering you just had sex with the man after getting drunk, I'm saying the answer is no,' said the 'logic aka perfect soldier.'

Usagi listened to the voice, and headed once again for the coffeeshop. She finally reached her destination, where she ordered a latte (A.N.: Think of the lattes in Friends.) and started her book. After about three hours of just reading (A.N.: I could never do that.), Usagi fell asleep in the booth. She was asleep for about an hour minutes, when a busboy came up to her so that he could close the coffeeshop. Just as he was about to touch her, Usagi pulled out her gun and placed it in the infamous position in between the eyes in one sift movement.

"Identify yourself and state your purpose."

"I…uh…was just cleaning up and you were here sleeping…I didn't want to wake you but…you see…I really have to close up…and…ah!" the nervous busboy stammered. Usagi had just pushed the gun even more in the head.

"Shut up or I'll kill you. You mention this to anyone and I'll kill you. You even so much as make a noise right now and I'll kill you. Now move or I'll kill you." (A.N.: I have to make her sound threatening.)

The busboy moved out of her way and almost ran for his life. Instead, he stood about two meters (A.N.: A little more than six feet.) away from her and silently stood there. The poor boy almost wet his pants.

Usagi left the coffeeshop and headed for the dorms. On her way back, she passed the park like she had last time. She saw the lake, and although it was freezing, and dark, Usagi decided to go for a swim. Luckily, she still had her tights underneath her "regular" clothes. She took off her first layer of clothes, and went into the freezing water. 'Damn it's cold. I shouldn't have come in. This is training! You're supposed to be teaching yourself to take anything! Now start swimming!' Logic started. Usagi obeyed and started to swim. She did a few laps around the lake. On her fifth lap, snow started to fall. This made Usagi push even harder. After about an hour, her body started to protest. It couldn't take it anymore, and she felt as if her lungs were going to freeze. Usagi decided to get out of the almost frozen lake and return to the dorms. Her tights were sticking to her like a second skin, and it didn't help that they were drenched in freezing cold water with the wind blowing in her direction and snow falling at the same time.

It took a while to get back to the dorms, but Usagi made it. Her lips were blue, and she was half frozen, but she wouldn't show any pain. Usagi walked with perfect posture to her dorms. She went through all the scans, and entered. As soon as the door closed, Usagi collapsed to the floor. Her vision was getting blurry, and she was breathing too deeply and slowly. She inhaled, then exhaled, and slowly got to her feet. She went into the bathroom and immediately turned on the hot shower.
For the next hour, Usagi just stood, and occasionally sat, in the hot shower. 'At least it was good training. I should do it again tomorrow. Yeah, and kill yourself? You again? I thought I told you to go away. Like I'm going to listen to you! You're never doing that again, you hear? No. Leave my mind. Fine, but I'll be back. I hope not.' Usagi finally got out of the shower. She wiped the mirror and stared at her reflection. 'Look at my eyes. So cold. A good quality to scare people with. Treize will pay….that bastard. But how…what did I read yesterday on hidden backup internet files on Treize? Hmm…ah, yes. That is what he will pay with. Either way, a life will be lost, and it won't be mine.' An evil smirk came across Usagi's face. She had lost all her humanity so long ago, yet once in a while it would come when really needed. This time, humanity was forced to watch a perfectly innocent girl being stripped of all sense of herself, and trained to be a slave to do its master's dirty work.
Heero came in the door earlier that evening. He had been thinking to himself all afternoon, things he couldn't remember. It seemed as if he had been unconscious all day, and when he woke, it was already dark. He was now wondering about his upcoming mission, the one that would put Treize out of commission, for good. He was trying to decide what to do when he heard a sound from the bathroom. It was the sound of shattering glass. When he went to investigate, all he saw was Usagi, only in a towel, with a bloody hand by her side. He went into the restroom, and the mirror was shattered, broken pieces all over the floor, with blood in the center of circular formation that Usagi's fist had done the most damage because it was the breakpoint of the mirror.

Usagi had been smiling evilly at the mirror, when the mirror smiled back. It seemed to be mocking her, telling her that she wasn't capable of accomplishing this mission and what not. The thoughts angered her, so she punched the center of the mirror sending pieces of reflecting glass all over the sink and floor. All the while, her humanity was smiling widely to itself.
It seemed as if nothing was right in this world, everything was going wrong. At least, it was for Usagi. She felt that if she was to be assigned a mission, it would be assigned right before the mission was to take place, usually about twenty four hours in advance, at the most. She was starting to get sick; that swim in the freezing lake seemed to be having an affect on her.
So Usagi lay in bed, with Kleenex™ everywhere, and boxes being used by the dozen. She couldn't move at all, let alone speak, since she did have a sore throat as well. The only way she was managing was because Quatre had somehow gotten into the dorm room, saw her sick, and decided to help. Now he was making her soup, "like the idiot he was" in her opinion, and bringing it to her like it was nothing. He also picked up every single Kleenex™, and complying with her requests on paper, he burned them.

Heero had been watching from a distance the whole time, a little spark of something in his mind. 'Well, my man, it seems you are, what's the word, jealous of this kind blond, ne? No. Of course you are. You wish you were the one babying the other 'Perfect Soldier' while in her time of need. I'd say you are jealous. No. What is it with you people and one word answers? Or those uncomprehendable (A.N.: I don't even think that's a word. It's supposed to mean 'not understandable'. Okay, back to this piece of crap I call a fic. It is a disgrace to all fics out there! Do you know how many well-written stories I've read? Mine looks even more like the piece of crap it is! Okay, back to my fic, and sanity, seriously.) grunts and 'hn's? Leave. Once again with the one word answers. Now. Would you stop that? It's driving me crazy. Anyway, don't be jealous. It's okay that Quatre can go up to her and feel her forehead without suspicion, or bring her food, or even, help her get more comfortable, no pun intended. What? Are you not registering any of this? It's not that complicated! You like the girl, admit it. She's beautiful, she's like you, personality wise anyway, etc. Leave. Fine, fine. But don't get too close now, you hear? Ja ne!'
Heero mentally sighed and mentally rubbed his temples. This 'Humanity' guy was giving him a headache. While doing so, Heero heard a yell from the bedroom.

"Oh no! I have to get her to a hospital! Heero? Are you here? Help me!" Quatre called.

Heero calmly walked into the room, picked her up like a sack of rice, slung her over his shoulder, and followed Quatre to his car. As quickly, but politely, as he could, Quatre drove to the hospital, of course, under the speed limit. When they got there, Heero took her to the Emergency Room, once again following Quatre.

"Excuse me, nurse? Yes, my friend here needs some help, she's not breathing."

The nurse quickly called someone, and just about as soon as she hung up, a group of people with a rolling bed (A.N.: What are those things called? I think it's a cot, or a hospital bed.) and strapped Usagi to it. They ran to who knows where, and left Heero and Quatre standing there.

"Sir, you may wait here, in the waiting room. I'm sure they'll have your friend fixed up in no time," the nurse called.

"Heero, why don't you go back to the dorms? I'll stay here. I'll call you should I hear anything," Quatre offered. Heero nodded a 'yes' and went back.

Five hours later, a doctor came out to meet Quatre.

"Excuse me, sir? You are a friend of that silver-haired patient, are you not?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, I have good news. Your friend will live. She has a slight case of both hypothermia and pneumonia, but we've got her on an IV and we're sure she'll be fine. She's still unconscious, but you can go see her."

"Okay, thank you. What room number is it?"

"534, on the fifth floor."

"Thank you."

Quatre went into the elevator, and headed towards Usagi's room. When he got there, all he heard was the 'bleep…bleep…bleep' of the heart monitor and the steady sound of Usagi breathing into the oxygen mask. The first thing he did was go up to the phone beside Usagi's bed, and dial the number for Heero. (A.N.: Doesn't that sound something like Ghostbusters of some kind of police/superhero related show? Don't ask, I'm in a weird mood. I don't think I've written this much in a long time.)

"Ring…Ring…Ring…Click…long pause Hello?" Quatre whispered.

"Hn."

"Oh, good. It's you Heero. I just wanted to let you know that-" Quatre was cut off by the sound of 'beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.'

Should I end it here? I don't know…

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