Usagi slipped out into the hall, and glanced down at each end. It was empty, much to her own relief. She crept down the hall to the training room.
Tape had been plastered across it to keep people out. She grinned, and ripped it off with ease. She then pulled the door, open and slipped inside.
The room was light dimly, from the moon the filtered through the windows.
Glass littered the floor, near the window she fell out of. She didn't have to look, to know that the pool was below.
She shuddered at the thought, and turned away. She moved to the mats on the floor. She hadn't trained for a while, and she was in need to do so.
She took a fighting stance, and clenched her fists, then tightened them. She gritted her teeth, and concentrated.
Not even a minute passed, before, her leg came up swinging around, like a Farris wheel.
Her foot hit the mats, and the cold floor, stung her bare foot, causing it to go numb for a few passing seconds.
A shiver raced up her spine, but she forced it to melt away.
She breathed in then let it out, and the water from her breath could be seen floating up to the ceiling, and away from her.
She clenched her fists, and swung out her left fist, and then reeled it back in half way, before she let it loose again.
Then quickly she went into a fury of thrusts, grunting each time she threw out her knuckles into the air in front of her.
She pulled a knee up, dropped it, only to throw out her other foot, striking the air with a vengeance.
Then she jumped into the air, and let out a cry as she came down. Her fist began to glow, and when it hit the ground, the matt exploded by the force.
Air leaked out, and the matt when flat. But Usagi didn't stop. She leaped to her feet, only to flip backwards, and landed on the pads of her feet.
Her hands flew up above her head, and she threw her head back wards, and went into two backward flips. She stopped, landing smoothly on the pads of her fingers, and palms.
She stayed there breathing heavily, sweat dripped from her forehead, and splattered onto the matt. She then eased her legs forward, and landed on her feet.
She bent at the waist, breathing heavily. Her hair was soaked and even though it was in a pony, it still clung to her. Her pjs also clung to her body, now that they were soaked with her sweat.
It was 3 am, and she wasn't the least bit tired.
She stood straight up, and looked at her hands. They held power beyond her knowledge, beyond anyone's.
Suddenly, Usagi stiffened, and she clenched her fists. Slowly and carefully she turned around. She stared at the figure in the doorway.
"There is something about you, that seems so familiar to me. I don't know, maybe it is your beauty, or your strength. You are quite good in a combat fight man to man."
Usagi crossed her arms over her chest, not the least bit amused. "Can I help you?"
Mamoru smirked, and stepped into the light. "What's with the harsh treatment? I am a guest."
"Not one of mine. You may be Relena Sama's guest, but you are nothing but a glitch in my way. Now what do you want?"
Mamoru rolled his eyes, "Very droll. You must see me as a threat, but believe me I am only here for..."
"A threat? You're nothing to me, not even a man. You're some businessman here for a few days that will leave as soon as he can. And that is all. I could never see you as a threat."
Mamoru's eyes darkened slightly, "Not a threat huh? Well lets try out your theory, and see if I am or not."
Usagi smirked, "I don't see any challenge, but I guess."
Mamoru snorted, and stepped out onto the matt. He slipped off his coat, and tossed it carelessly to the side. then he undid his tie and also pulled it over his head and discarded it.
Usagi went down in a fighting stance. Mamoru followed suit. He was smirking at her, and Usagi scowled. 'He looks a little to confident.'
She wasted not another second. She went at him, and threw out her fist. Mamoru ducked, and swung his legs, a strong leg. His foot hit her jaw, whipping her head to the side.
As if in slow motion, he turned around, his foot landing on the floor, as Usagi rolled her head back around.
She licked the corner of her mouth, tasting blood. She smirked, "Not bad."
Then without warning her hand shot out, and hit him in the gut. He grunted, but before he could counter attack, Usagi leaped away.
Once her feet hit the ground, Mamoru was on her, his fists flew at her, but all they his was air. Usagi easily ducked and dodged each assult.
Mamoru lashed out with his foot, doing a high merry go round at her face. Usagi bent over backwards, just barely missing his foot. Her hands touched the floor, and her legs went up. She put a lot of force and was smirking, when her feet smashed into his body sending him to the ground.
Usagi landed on the pads of her feet, as Mamoru started onto his feet.
She went at him, causing him to step back, and block her attacks. She picked up her speed, her fists blurred as they swung through the air. But still her blocked them all. He grunted, when his feet started to slide back, from the blunt of her blows.
He heard the wisp of air behind him, and cold breeze that hit his back. He glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widen with shock, when he saw what she was doing. "I don't think so."
Out of nowhere, his knee slammed into her chest, as he leaped into the air, and flew over her head.
Usagi fell forwards gagging and heaving. She could see the pool. Her eyes swam, and she forced herself to her feet.
Mamoru came at her, and threw out his fist. Usagi ducked, and raced around the room. She picked up enough speed, to lift herself up onto the walls, and raced around once more.
Mamoru tried to keep up with her, and also block himself.
Suddenly she skipped a corner, and her hands hit the wall, and propelled herself towards him. Her feet connected with his temple, and he was stunned. Her ankles locked on each side of his face.
She threw her arms out in front of her, and gave her body more momentum.
Mamoru cried out, as Usagi propelled herself around and around, swinging through the air. Mamoru's head was rolling in circles, with her feet, that held him. And then suddenly her feet let him go. She was flung towards one of the walls. She turned her body around, and her feet hit the wall, and she was in a crouched position.
She then with all her might, propelled herself into action, and pulled her arm back. A glow of blue light formed in her fist. As she neared Mamoru, she started to bring it forward. Mamoru was slowly falling to the floor, his eyes dazed, and things were spinning around him.
The next thing he knew, was the exploding pain, in his chest. He fell to the ground in a heap. Usagi landed in a crouched position, near the farthest wall from the door to the room.
Usagi slowly stood, and turned towards hi limb body on the ground. "I told you so."
She stared at him, wondering what she should do with him. But that when she heard him moan. Her eyes perked up towards his figure. She watched, as all the cuts, scraps, and gashed close up, as if they were never there.
Mamoru climbed to his feet, and the only trace of any injuries she inflicted on him, was the blood that stained the floor, and his shirt.
Usagi could do nothing but stare in shock. Mamoru smirked, and flew towards her. He pulled back his fist, and it connected with her jaw. Usagi got barely the chance to gasp, when he assaulted her with everything he had.
She never got the chance to even defend herself. Her body had turned into a mere rag doll.
When he finished, Usagi hit the floor, like a ton of bricks. Blood seeped into the carpet, and covered her body. Bruises began to form on her body, and they matched up with the gashes on her body.
Her blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, as if they held no life within them.
Mamoru looked over her, wondering if he had been to hard. He was about to leave, but a foot hit the side of his head, and he fell to the floor. Usagi's legs fell as well, to sore and weak to move again.
Mamoru groaned.
A few seconds passed, before Usagi felt the sensational burn, of her body healing itself.
She sat up, and moaned when the room swam. She climbed to her feet, and swayed in the air. Usagi rubbed her head hoping the throbbing pain would leave.
She looked down to see Mamoru passed out on the ground. She grunted, and spat at his feet, "Bastered."
She carefully walked to the door, and leaned against it so she could open it. She slid out carefully and staggered down the hall.
"Usagi?"
Usagi looked up to see Zechs. He was site for sore eyes. She weakly smiled at him.
Zechs raced towards her, and pulled her into his arms. "What happened? Is this all your blood..."
Usagi tried to look at him, but she felt too drained. She gripped onto the front of his shirt, and refused to let go.
"I'm alright."
Her eyes fell closed, and she fell limb in his arms. Zechs grunted, but lifted her up, and carried her into her room. He laid her down on the bed.
Zechs had to take off his red jacket, so he could at least see what was wrong, and see where all the blood had come from.
No in a white t-shirt, he stripped off Usagi's shirt, and found that there wasn't a mark on her. he sighed in relief, he thanked the lord that she was all right.
He sat down on the bed next to her, and stared down into her face. She looked so peaceful.
"Zechs..."
Zechs shook his head, "Shhh, just go to sleep Usagi."
She moaned in her sleep, and tried to reach for him. "Don't go..."
Zechs nodded, and laid down next to her on the bed. Usagi instantly latched onto him, as if her life depended on it. Zechs reached down, pulling the blankets over them, just before he wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly to him.
Tape had been plastered across it to keep people out. She grinned, and ripped it off with ease. She then pulled the door, open and slipped inside.
The room was light dimly, from the moon the filtered through the windows.
Glass littered the floor, near the window she fell out of. She didn't have to look, to know that the pool was below.
She shuddered at the thought, and turned away. She moved to the mats on the floor. She hadn't trained for a while, and she was in need to do so.
She took a fighting stance, and clenched her fists, then tightened them. She gritted her teeth, and concentrated.
Not even a minute passed, before, her leg came up swinging around, like a Farris wheel.
Her foot hit the mats, and the cold floor, stung her bare foot, causing it to go numb for a few passing seconds.
A shiver raced up her spine, but she forced it to melt away.
She breathed in then let it out, and the water from her breath could be seen floating up to the ceiling, and away from her.
She clenched her fists, and swung out her left fist, and then reeled it back in half way, before she let it loose again.
Then quickly she went into a fury of thrusts, grunting each time she threw out her knuckles into the air in front of her.
She pulled a knee up, dropped it, only to throw out her other foot, striking the air with a vengeance.
Then she jumped into the air, and let out a cry as she came down. Her fist began to glow, and when it hit the ground, the matt exploded by the force.
Air leaked out, and the matt when flat. But Usagi didn't stop. She leaped to her feet, only to flip backwards, and landed on the pads of her feet.
Her hands flew up above her head, and she threw her head back wards, and went into two backward flips. She stopped, landing smoothly on the pads of her fingers, and palms.
She stayed there breathing heavily, sweat dripped from her forehead, and splattered onto the matt. She then eased her legs forward, and landed on her feet.
She bent at the waist, breathing heavily. Her hair was soaked and even though it was in a pony, it still clung to her. Her pjs also clung to her body, now that they were soaked with her sweat.
It was 3 am, and she wasn't the least bit tired.
She stood straight up, and looked at her hands. They held power beyond her knowledge, beyond anyone's.
Suddenly, Usagi stiffened, and she clenched her fists. Slowly and carefully she turned around. She stared at the figure in the doorway.
"There is something about you, that seems so familiar to me. I don't know, maybe it is your beauty, or your strength. You are quite good in a combat fight man to man."
Usagi crossed her arms over her chest, not the least bit amused. "Can I help you?"
Mamoru smirked, and stepped into the light. "What's with the harsh treatment? I am a guest."
"Not one of mine. You may be Relena Sama's guest, but you are nothing but a glitch in my way. Now what do you want?"
Mamoru rolled his eyes, "Very droll. You must see me as a threat, but believe me I am only here for..."
"A threat? You're nothing to me, not even a man. You're some businessman here for a few days that will leave as soon as he can. And that is all. I could never see you as a threat."
Mamoru's eyes darkened slightly, "Not a threat huh? Well lets try out your theory, and see if I am or not."
Usagi smirked, "I don't see any challenge, but I guess."
Mamoru snorted, and stepped out onto the matt. He slipped off his coat, and tossed it carelessly to the side. then he undid his tie and also pulled it over his head and discarded it.
Usagi went down in a fighting stance. Mamoru followed suit. He was smirking at her, and Usagi scowled. 'He looks a little to confident.'
She wasted not another second. She went at him, and threw out her fist. Mamoru ducked, and swung his legs, a strong leg. His foot hit her jaw, whipping her head to the side.
As if in slow motion, he turned around, his foot landing on the floor, as Usagi rolled her head back around.
She licked the corner of her mouth, tasting blood. She smirked, "Not bad."
Then without warning her hand shot out, and hit him in the gut. He grunted, but before he could counter attack, Usagi leaped away.
Once her feet hit the ground, Mamoru was on her, his fists flew at her, but all they his was air. Usagi easily ducked and dodged each assult.
Mamoru lashed out with his foot, doing a high merry go round at her face. Usagi bent over backwards, just barely missing his foot. Her hands touched the floor, and her legs went up. She put a lot of force and was smirking, when her feet smashed into his body sending him to the ground.
Usagi landed on the pads of her feet, as Mamoru started onto his feet.
She went at him, causing him to step back, and block her attacks. She picked up her speed, her fists blurred as they swung through the air. But still her blocked them all. He grunted, when his feet started to slide back, from the blunt of her blows.
He heard the wisp of air behind him, and cold breeze that hit his back. He glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widen with shock, when he saw what she was doing. "I don't think so."
Out of nowhere, his knee slammed into her chest, as he leaped into the air, and flew over her head.
Usagi fell forwards gagging and heaving. She could see the pool. Her eyes swam, and she forced herself to her feet.
Mamoru came at her, and threw out his fist. Usagi ducked, and raced around the room. She picked up enough speed, to lift herself up onto the walls, and raced around once more.
Mamoru tried to keep up with her, and also block himself.
Suddenly she skipped a corner, and her hands hit the wall, and propelled herself towards him. Her feet connected with his temple, and he was stunned. Her ankles locked on each side of his face.
She threw her arms out in front of her, and gave her body more momentum.
Mamoru cried out, as Usagi propelled herself around and around, swinging through the air. Mamoru's head was rolling in circles, with her feet, that held him. And then suddenly her feet let him go. She was flung towards one of the walls. She turned her body around, and her feet hit the wall, and she was in a crouched position.
She then with all her might, propelled herself into action, and pulled her arm back. A glow of blue light formed in her fist. As she neared Mamoru, she started to bring it forward. Mamoru was slowly falling to the floor, his eyes dazed, and things were spinning around him.
The next thing he knew, was the exploding pain, in his chest. He fell to the ground in a heap. Usagi landed in a crouched position, near the farthest wall from the door to the room.
Usagi slowly stood, and turned towards hi limb body on the ground. "I told you so."
She stared at him, wondering what she should do with him. But that when she heard him moan. Her eyes perked up towards his figure. She watched, as all the cuts, scraps, and gashed close up, as if they were never there.
Mamoru climbed to his feet, and the only trace of any injuries she inflicted on him, was the blood that stained the floor, and his shirt.
Usagi could do nothing but stare in shock. Mamoru smirked, and flew towards her. He pulled back his fist, and it connected with her jaw. Usagi got barely the chance to gasp, when he assaulted her with everything he had.
She never got the chance to even defend herself. Her body had turned into a mere rag doll.
When he finished, Usagi hit the floor, like a ton of bricks. Blood seeped into the carpet, and covered her body. Bruises began to form on her body, and they matched up with the gashes on her body.
Her blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, as if they held no life within them.
Mamoru looked over her, wondering if he had been to hard. He was about to leave, but a foot hit the side of his head, and he fell to the floor. Usagi's legs fell as well, to sore and weak to move again.
Mamoru groaned.
A few seconds passed, before Usagi felt the sensational burn, of her body healing itself.
She sat up, and moaned when the room swam. She climbed to her feet, and swayed in the air. Usagi rubbed her head hoping the throbbing pain would leave.
She looked down to see Mamoru passed out on the ground. She grunted, and spat at his feet, "Bastered."
She carefully walked to the door, and leaned against it so she could open it. She slid out carefully and staggered down the hall.
"Usagi?"
Usagi looked up to see Zechs. He was site for sore eyes. She weakly smiled at him.
Zechs raced towards her, and pulled her into his arms. "What happened? Is this all your blood..."
Usagi tried to look at him, but she felt too drained. She gripped onto the front of his shirt, and refused to let go.
"I'm alright."
Her eyes fell closed, and she fell limb in his arms. Zechs grunted, but lifted her up, and carried her into her room. He laid her down on the bed.
Zechs had to take off his red jacket, so he could at least see what was wrong, and see where all the blood had come from.
No in a white t-shirt, he stripped off Usagi's shirt, and found that there wasn't a mark on her. he sighed in relief, he thanked the lord that she was all right.
He sat down on the bed next to her, and stared down into her face. She looked so peaceful.
"Zechs..."
Zechs shook his head, "Shhh, just go to sleep Usagi."
She moaned in her sleep, and tried to reach for him. "Don't go..."
Zechs nodded, and laid down next to her on the bed. Usagi instantly latched onto him, as if her life depended on it. Zechs reached down, pulling the blankets over them, just before he wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly to him.