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"Look at her!" They moved near her. Trowa and Quatre sat on the edge of the couch on either side of her, Duo sat in front of them, with Wufei beside him, and Hiiro leaned against the wall to watch.
"Usagi!" Trowa said, shaking her. "Usagi!" She slowly opened her eyes, just a little at first, then, more, and more. Finally her eyes opened the entire way. Still shaking, she leaned back, and put her hand to her forehead. Her eyes shot open and she kept her hand on her forehead.
"Usagi, what is that?" Duo asked, being serious for a moment.
"What's what?" She asked nervously.
"What's on your head, onna?" Wufei said.
"Noth- Nothing." She replied, her voice breaking. Quatre reached up and moved her hand away gently. The cresent shone for them all to see.
"It's a- a- a tattoo!" She said quickly.
"It wasn't there earlier. And tattoos don't shine." Duo stated calmly.
"Tell us what it really is, Usagi. You can trust us." Trowa said. She shook her head, her eyes beginning to close again.
"Not again, Usagi!" Trowa cried, shaking her. She shook her head once more and her eyes closed completely.
"Quatre, go get a blanket. I'll go fill up a hot water bottle. Wufei, please go put hot water in the bathtub. Duo, look in the kitchen and see if we have anything with a lot of protein and a lot of sugar. Hiiro, please, sit with her and make sure she keeps breathing." Trowa said, undoubtedly the longest speech he had ever made.
"Hai." Hiiro said in his monotone, moving to sit next to Usagi as the others hurried to different rooms. Hiiro held Usagi up against the back of the couch, with one of his hands resting lightly on her wrist, feeling for a pulse.
Usagi was in a world of memories. In her dreams she re-lived every harsh word Mamoru had ever said to her, every break up, every test paper that landed on his head, every taunt, and especially her suicides. She saw Mamoru's face everywhere, and no matter how much she ran and ran into the darkness she couldn't get away from him.
"No!" she screamed. The other four guys came running back into the living room, where they watched as once again Usagi's eyes began to open.
"The light…." She moaned, and Quatre immediately flipped the light switch. The only light came from the neglected TV.
Usagi's eyes opened a little wider, and she saw the face of the one in her dreams.
"Mamo-chan!" she cried, leaning forward. Her lips took possession of his, and she moaned deep in her throat as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted him, and drew away.
"You're not Mamo-chan!" she cried. The light flipped back on as the other four stared in disbelief at what they had seen. There was a long, awkward silence.
"Usagi tell us what's wrong. You can trust us." Quatre said.
"You can never tell anyone. Anyone!" Usagi emphasized. She looked frantically at each of them, and they each nodded, one by one.
"I have lived a very long time. I wasn't born here. I wasn't born in this time at all. I was first born on the Moon-"
"That's impossible! There are no settlements there at all!" Wufei cried.
"If you're going to challenge everything I say then I won't say it at all." Usagi threw back at him.
"No we want to hear this." Quatre interjected before Wufei could answer. Usagi took a deep breath and continued.
"I was born to the most powerful individual ever known. Queen Serenity ruled over the peaceful time we called the Silver Millenium but there was a silent war going on as well, a war that would drive the peace away…"
Two hours later…
"You killed yourself over him?" Trowa asked. Usagi shook her head.
"It wasn't just about Mamo-chan. Everything I did was wrong and everyone started to hate me. I wasn't good enough and I hated that feeling of being hated. Everything piled up and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away. I would have run away but I couldn't go anywhere without Mamoru being able to find me."
Hiiro shook his head and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What's wrong with Hiiro?" Usagi asked.
"I dunno I've never seen him display emotion before." Quatre said. Duo nodded in agreement.
"Usagi why don't you go talk to him." Wufei suggested. Usagi nodded and ran out after Hiiro.
"Hiiro!" she called, looking up and down the block as she stood outside the apartment complex. Looking to her right she saw him walking away.
"Hiiro!" she cried, running after him. He didn't even look at her as she began to walk beside him.
"How could you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Kill yourself!" Hiiro's voice rose in a controlled rage.
"Why do you care? I thought you didn't care about anything." Usagi said.
'But I do. I DO care. Usagi, I don't know how to tell you. This isn't- normal, for me. I wasn't trained for this.'
"I-" Hiiro stopped, unsure of how to continue.
"You what? You think it doesn't matter that the way you act hurts people?" Usagi cried as she turned on her heel and ran back to the apartment.
"But I do- I'm sorry, Usagi…." Hiiro whispered to himself as he turned and ran back as well.
Usagi came running into the living room.
"I can't believe him! He doesn't care about anything, or anyone!" Usagi said as she collapsed on the couch.
"Usagi he wasn't train-"
"He wasn't raised with any girls." Quatre interjected before Duo could reveal their training.
"Hey Usagi, we were thinking that today's been kinda boring, and it is about ten, so why don't we hit a club?"
"Okay, cool, but I dunno where Hiiro is." Usagi said.
"Right here." A monotone came from the shadows near the door.
Usagi looked into Hiiro's eyes as he stepped out of the shadows. Sky clashed Prussian as Usagi tried desperately to melt the wall of ice surrounding his heart. He looked away, an unreadable emotion flashed through his eyes for what had to be the first time in his life.
"I'll go get ready." Usagi said carefully, her stomach turning at the pain she had felt emitting from Hiiro.
When Usagi emerged from the bathroom each of the five guys were wearing muscle shirts and black baggy pants. They turned to see her in a short silver pleather skirt, and a tight black belly shirt. A silver chain belt wrapped around her hips and her hair was in tight curls down to her waist, with a bun like Setsuna's.
Hiiro's eyes glazed over when he saw the look of sadness on her face as she looked at him. 'Usagi don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine living like this. Please smile!'
"Let's go!" Duo cried, and they went out.
They arrived at L Squared quickly, and since the boys were members they got in ahead of the long line. There were two floors, the lower one the dance floor and the ground level being a quieter bar area.
Usagi followed the five pilots down the stairs and onto the dance floor, where the extremely loud music pulsated throughout the room and the occupants of it.
Quatre was the first to ask Usagi to dance a little while later.
"Sure!" she replied. He took her hand and led her out, and then stood in front of her and demonstrated how to dance to the fast pace. Soon Usagi was creating her own moves and dancing faster than anyone there, keeping the tempo of the music perfectly but never slowing down.
Eventually Quatre went off to dance with another girl but when he did move away Trowa immediately took his place. As each boy moved off another took his place, until the only one Usagi hadn't danced with was Hiiro. They had been there an hour or so when Usagi was dancing by herself when all of a sudden she felt someone behind her, and she was pulled back against someone. She turned around quickly and looked up at Hiiro, who held a beer bottle in one hand.
"Hey Usagi." He slurred, making her realize he was drunk. She playfully grabbed the bottle and took a swig of it herself.
"This is good!" She said, beginning to dance again. Hiiro moved around her until he was once again behind her and began to grind again. She soon downed the bottle, and turned to him.
"Can I get some more of this?" She asked. He nodded, and led her by the hand through the crowd. They scaled the stairs to the bar where Hiiro got two more bottles of beer and handed one to Usagi, who had sat down next to him on the bar. As she drank she got more and more addicted to the taste, and drank more and more until she passed out completely. Hiiro looked at her, concerned. Wufei chose that moment to come up the steps, and he looked at the two and turned around, reappearing moments later with the other three. Hiiro picked her up and carried her outside, and they made their way back to the apartment. On the walk the cold fresh air cleared Hiiro's senses and he once more became the emotionless soldier we all know and love.
When they reached the apartment, Hiiro, who was still carrying Usagi, walked over and set her down on the couch.
"What should we do?" He asked in his monotone.
"I guess we should just put her in her bed and let her be." Wufei said.
"In those clothes?!" Quatre exclaimed.
"I'll go get her some other clothes." Trowa said, and went into the bedroom, returning quickly with a pair of black baggy cargo pants, simliar to what he was wearing, and a dark blue tank top exactly like the one Hiiro always wore.
"Umm… so, yeah, now, um." Duo began stuttering. Hiiro's gaze shifted about the room, and if it had not been for his training, he would have rolled his eyes.
"Mission accepted." He stated. He bent over and shook Usagi gently. He got no response, so he proceeding to remove her clothes and replace them with the clothes Trowa gave him. Then he picked her up and placed her gently on her bed.
Usagi rolled over around eight in the morning, grabbed a nearby trash can and puked. Over and over she heaved until she had woken the guys.
"Usagi, let's get you to the bathroom." Quatre said, and Wufei and he pulled Usagi up and helped her into the bathroom where she collapsed by the toilet. Hiiro watched from the bathroom door. He felt fine.
'I should have known she wouldn't have been trained to handle her beer like I was. She's in this state because I let her drink too much.' He turned on his heel and went to check his email on his laptop. Soon he returned to the bathroom door.
"Can I talk to you for a moment." He said to Wufei. Wufei nodded and followed him out of the bathroom.
"Mission. Pilots 01, 02, 03, 05. Go get the others." Hiiro said and waited for Wufei to process what he had said. Soon Trowa was the only one left with Usagi.
"Where'd the other's go?" Usagi slurred in between hurls.
"They had to go talk to the Dean about something." Trowa replied. Usagi looked in the toilet bowl.
"I think I'm done." She said sheepishly. Trowa grinned.
"Okay let's get you something to eat." He said, and helped her up. She looked at her reflection.
"How did I-?" she asked while wiping her face with a tissue.
"Hiiro."
"Oh." She fell silent.
"Okay Usagi, what would you like for breakfast?" Trowa asked.
"I got an apple thanks." She said, quickly eating the juicy fruit.
"So, umm, Usagi, what do you want to do?" Trowa asked.
"Can we watch the news?"
"Sure." They moved into the living room, and Trowa switched on the TV as Usagi got settled on the couch. A news reporter soon came on screen.
"…Many people are believed to be dead after an explosion in an Mobile Doll base in South Africa yesterday afternoon. An OZ official yesterday evening commented on the situation. He says he believes that the infamous Gundams are behind the attack, and says that soldiers surrounding other bases have been given the Fire on Sight command and have tripled and in some areas quadrupled the number of them around the bases world-wide…"
As Trowa heard this he looked at Usagi's face. Her expression changed from saddness to anger to disgust. She looked at him.
"Who do you think would do that?" she asked.
"What- what do you mean, Usagi?" Trowa asked nervously.
"Who could kill humans like that? Youmas are one thing- they are corrupted souls reborn as monsters. Taking human life is completely different. Who could- Who?" she asked, nearly in tears.
'She's so innocent, so kind-hearted. And she's told us everything about herself. She's killed, too. Maybe even more than we have. How can we not tell here who we are?'
"Trowa?" Usagi asked. He turned to her. She leaned closer to him, so close it was as if she was whispering in his ear. "Promise me you'll never kill- anyone. The feeling afterwards is just- disgusting. I would cry myself to sleep after killing a youma because I felt so sick of fighting. I loved the feeling I would have right after killing a youma, but then the realization that I had blood on my hands set in. I hated that afterfeeling. I never wanted any of it. Promise me, alright? Promise you'll never kill. Promise?" she asked.
"I… I promise." Trowa said, and satisfied, Usagi fell alseep, collapsing on his lap. Trowa stared down at her open, innocent face. Leaning down, he gently kissed her full, slightly parted lips. He whispered to her face,
"I'm sorry I might not be able to keep my promise Usagi, my life hasn't been easy either… and it doesn't seem to be getting any easier each day." Usagi writhed as he said this, as if she understood.
Trowa sat back and began to think.
"We're BACK! Get in here, dammit, Quatre's hurt!" Duo called as they came in the door.
"What happened?" Trowa demanded as he ran in from the kitchen.
"An Oz-" Wufei cut off when he saw Usagi following Trowa. "As we were walking I provoked this guy and he pulled out a gun and shot Quatre."
"What did you say to him?!!" Usagi asked, half joking. She didn't care and didn't hear Wufei's answer. She was too intent on looking over Quatre. He was laying on the couch very still. His eyes were only barely open, and he was covered in blood. The sticky red substance was still oozing from the three holes Quatre had- two in his chest and one on his shoulder. She pressed her palms to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Quatre smiled slightly, his eyes lighting up.
"It's no use, Usagi. You can't do anything. It's okay, really. It's my time-" Quatre said.
"No!" Usagi screamed. "No, Quatre! You can't die- you can't! I won't let you!" She looked up at the other four. All were somber. They wouldn't look at her.
"Are you just going to give up on him?" Usagi asked. None answered, save Duo.
"It's useless, Usagi. He has two bullets in his heart. He's lost too much blood." the usually cheerfull boy answered.
"Some friends you are." Usagi snorted, before turning back to Quatre.
"Let it go, Usagi. There is nothing you can do." the blonde haired Arabian said as he smiled sadly. Usagi buried her face in his blood-stained stomach.
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"Look at her!" They moved near her. Trowa and Quatre sat on the edge of the couch on either side of her, Duo sat in front of them, with Wufei beside him, and Hiiro leaned against the wall to watch.
"Usagi!" Trowa said, shaking her. "Usagi!" She slowly opened her eyes, just a little at first, then, more, and more. Finally her eyes opened the entire way. Still shaking, she leaned back, and put her hand to her forehead. Her eyes shot open and she kept her hand on her forehead.
"Usagi, what is that?" Duo asked, being serious for a moment.
"What's what?" She asked nervously.
"What's on your head, onna?" Wufei said.
"Noth- Nothing." She replied, her voice breaking. Quatre reached up and moved her hand away gently. The cresent shone for them all to see.
"It's a- a- a tattoo!" She said quickly.
"It wasn't there earlier. And tattoos don't shine." Duo stated calmly.
"Tell us what it really is, Usagi. You can trust us." Trowa said. She shook her head, her eyes beginning to close again.
"Not again, Usagi!" Trowa cried, shaking her. She shook her head once more and her eyes closed completely.
"Quatre, go get a blanket. I'll go fill up a hot water bottle. Wufei, please go put hot water in the bathtub. Duo, look in the kitchen and see if we have anything with a lot of protein and a lot of sugar. Hiiro, please, sit with her and make sure she keeps breathing." Trowa said, undoubtedly the longest speech he had ever made.
"Hai." Hiiro said in his monotone, moving to sit next to Usagi as the others hurried to different rooms. Hiiro held Usagi up against the back of the couch, with one of his hands resting lightly on her wrist, feeling for a pulse.
Usagi was in a world of memories. In her dreams she re-lived every harsh word Mamoru had ever said to her, every break up, every test paper that landed on his head, every taunt, and especially her suicides. She saw Mamoru's face everywhere, and no matter how much she ran and ran into the darkness she couldn't get away from him.
"No!" she screamed. The other four guys came running back into the living room, where they watched as once again Usagi's eyes began to open.
"The light…." She moaned, and Quatre immediately flipped the light switch. The only light came from the neglected TV.
Usagi's eyes opened a little wider, and she saw the face of the one in her dreams.
"Mamo-chan!" she cried, leaning forward. Her lips took possession of his, and she moaned deep in her throat as she snaked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted him, and drew away.
"You're not Mamo-chan!" she cried. The light flipped back on as the other four stared in disbelief at what they had seen. There was a long, awkward silence.
"Usagi tell us what's wrong. You can trust us." Quatre said.
"You can never tell anyone. Anyone!" Usagi emphasized. She looked frantically at each of them, and they each nodded, one by one.
"I have lived a very long time. I wasn't born here. I wasn't born in this time at all. I was first born on the Moon-"
"That's impossible! There are no settlements there at all!" Wufei cried.
"If you're going to challenge everything I say then I won't say it at all." Usagi threw back at him.
"No we want to hear this." Quatre interjected before Wufei could answer. Usagi took a deep breath and continued.
"I was born to the most powerful individual ever known. Queen Serenity ruled over the peaceful time we called the Silver Millenium but there was a silent war going on as well, a war that would drive the peace away…"
Two hours later…
"You killed yourself over him?" Trowa asked. Usagi shook her head.
"It wasn't just about Mamo-chan. Everything I did was wrong and everyone started to hate me. I wasn't good enough and I hated that feeling of being hated. Everything piled up and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away. I would have run away but I couldn't go anywhere without Mamoru being able to find me."
Hiiro shook his head and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What's wrong with Hiiro?" Usagi asked.
"I dunno I've never seen him display emotion before." Quatre said. Duo nodded in agreement.
"Usagi why don't you go talk to him." Wufei suggested. Usagi nodded and ran out after Hiiro.
"Hiiro!" she called, looking up and down the block as she stood outside the apartment complex. Looking to her right she saw him walking away.
"Hiiro!" she cried, running after him. He didn't even look at her as she began to walk beside him.
"How could you do that?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Kill yourself!" Hiiro's voice rose in a controlled rage.
"Why do you care? I thought you didn't care about anything." Usagi said.
'But I do. I DO care. Usagi, I don't know how to tell you. This isn't- normal, for me. I wasn't trained for this.'
"I-" Hiiro stopped, unsure of how to continue.
"You what? You think it doesn't matter that the way you act hurts people?" Usagi cried as she turned on her heel and ran back to the apartment.
"But I do- I'm sorry, Usagi…." Hiiro whispered to himself as he turned and ran back as well.
Usagi came running into the living room.
"I can't believe him! He doesn't care about anything, or anyone!" Usagi said as she collapsed on the couch.
"Usagi he wasn't train-"
"He wasn't raised with any girls." Quatre interjected before Duo could reveal their training.
"Hey Usagi, we were thinking that today's been kinda boring, and it is about ten, so why don't we hit a club?"
"Okay, cool, but I dunno where Hiiro is." Usagi said.
"Right here." A monotone came from the shadows near the door.
Usagi looked into Hiiro's eyes as he stepped out of the shadows. Sky clashed Prussian as Usagi tried desperately to melt the wall of ice surrounding his heart. He looked away, an unreadable emotion flashed through his eyes for what had to be the first time in his life.
"I'll go get ready." Usagi said carefully, her stomach turning at the pain she had felt emitting from Hiiro.
When Usagi emerged from the bathroom each of the five guys were wearing muscle shirts and black baggy pants. They turned to see her in a short silver pleather skirt, and a tight black belly shirt. A silver chain belt wrapped around her hips and her hair was in tight curls down to her waist, with a bun like Setsuna's.
Hiiro's eyes glazed over when he saw the look of sadness on her face as she looked at him. 'Usagi don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine living like this. Please smile!'
"Let's go!" Duo cried, and they went out.
They arrived at L Squared quickly, and since the boys were members they got in ahead of the long line. There were two floors, the lower one the dance floor and the ground level being a quieter bar area.
Usagi followed the five pilots down the stairs and onto the dance floor, where the extremely loud music pulsated throughout the room and the occupants of it.
Quatre was the first to ask Usagi to dance a little while later.
"Sure!" she replied. He took her hand and led her out, and then stood in front of her and demonstrated how to dance to the fast pace. Soon Usagi was creating her own moves and dancing faster than anyone there, keeping the tempo of the music perfectly but never slowing down.
Eventually Quatre went off to dance with another girl but when he did move away Trowa immediately took his place. As each boy moved off another took his place, until the only one Usagi hadn't danced with was Hiiro. They had been there an hour or so when Usagi was dancing by herself when all of a sudden she felt someone behind her, and she was pulled back against someone. She turned around quickly and looked up at Hiiro, who held a beer bottle in one hand.
"Hey Usagi." He slurred, making her realize he was drunk. She playfully grabbed the bottle and took a swig of it herself.
"This is good!" She said, beginning to dance again. Hiiro moved around her until he was once again behind her and began to grind again. She soon downed the bottle, and turned to him.
"Can I get some more of this?" She asked. He nodded, and led her by the hand through the crowd. They scaled the stairs to the bar where Hiiro got two more bottles of beer and handed one to Usagi, who had sat down next to him on the bar. As she drank she got more and more addicted to the taste, and drank more and more until she passed out completely. Hiiro looked at her, concerned. Wufei chose that moment to come up the steps, and he looked at the two and turned around, reappearing moments later with the other three. Hiiro picked her up and carried her outside, and they made their way back to the apartment. On the walk the cold fresh air cleared Hiiro's senses and he once more became the emotionless soldier we all know and love.
When they reached the apartment, Hiiro, who was still carrying Usagi, walked over and set her down on the couch.
"What should we do?" He asked in his monotone.
"I guess we should just put her in her bed and let her be." Wufei said.
"In those clothes?!" Quatre exclaimed.
"I'll go get her some other clothes." Trowa said, and went into the bedroom, returning quickly with a pair of black baggy cargo pants, simliar to what he was wearing, and a dark blue tank top exactly like the one Hiiro always wore.
"Umm… so, yeah, now, um." Duo began stuttering. Hiiro's gaze shifted about the room, and if it had not been for his training, he would have rolled his eyes.
"Mission accepted." He stated. He bent over and shook Usagi gently. He got no response, so he proceeding to remove her clothes and replace them with the clothes Trowa gave him. Then he picked her up and placed her gently on her bed.
Usagi rolled over around eight in the morning, grabbed a nearby trash can and puked. Over and over she heaved until she had woken the guys.
"Usagi, let's get you to the bathroom." Quatre said, and Wufei and he pulled Usagi up and helped her into the bathroom where she collapsed by the toilet. Hiiro watched from the bathroom door. He felt fine.
'I should have known she wouldn't have been trained to handle her beer like I was. She's in this state because I let her drink too much.' He turned on his heel and went to check his email on his laptop. Soon he returned to the bathroom door.
"Can I talk to you for a moment." He said to Wufei. Wufei nodded and followed him out of the bathroom.
"Mission. Pilots 01, 02, 03, 05. Go get the others." Hiiro said and waited for Wufei to process what he had said. Soon Trowa was the only one left with Usagi.
"Where'd the other's go?" Usagi slurred in between hurls.
"They had to go talk to the Dean about something." Trowa replied. Usagi looked in the toilet bowl.
"I think I'm done." She said sheepishly. Trowa grinned.
"Okay let's get you something to eat." He said, and helped her up. She looked at her reflection.
"How did I-?" she asked while wiping her face with a tissue.
"Hiiro."
"Oh." She fell silent.
"Okay Usagi, what would you like for breakfast?" Trowa asked.
"I got an apple thanks." She said, quickly eating the juicy fruit.
"So, umm, Usagi, what do you want to do?" Trowa asked.
"Can we watch the news?"
"Sure." They moved into the living room, and Trowa switched on the TV as Usagi got settled on the couch. A news reporter soon came on screen.
"…Many people are believed to be dead after an explosion in an Mobile Doll base in South Africa yesterday afternoon. An OZ official yesterday evening commented on the situation. He says he believes that the infamous Gundams are behind the attack, and says that soldiers surrounding other bases have been given the Fire on Sight command and have tripled and in some areas quadrupled the number of them around the bases world-wide…"
As Trowa heard this he looked at Usagi's face. Her expression changed from saddness to anger to disgust. She looked at him.
"Who do you think would do that?" she asked.
"What- what do you mean, Usagi?" Trowa asked nervously.
"Who could kill humans like that? Youmas are one thing- they are corrupted souls reborn as monsters. Taking human life is completely different. Who could- Who?" she asked, nearly in tears.
'She's so innocent, so kind-hearted. And she's told us everything about herself. She's killed, too. Maybe even more than we have. How can we not tell here who we are?'
"Trowa?" Usagi asked. He turned to her. She leaned closer to him, so close it was as if she was whispering in his ear. "Promise me you'll never kill- anyone. The feeling afterwards is just- disgusting. I would cry myself to sleep after killing a youma because I felt so sick of fighting. I loved the feeling I would have right after killing a youma, but then the realization that I had blood on my hands set in. I hated that afterfeeling. I never wanted any of it. Promise me, alright? Promise you'll never kill. Promise?" she asked.
"I… I promise." Trowa said, and satisfied, Usagi fell alseep, collapsing on his lap. Trowa stared down at her open, innocent face. Leaning down, he gently kissed her full, slightly parted lips. He whispered to her face,
"I'm sorry I might not be able to keep my promise Usagi, my life hasn't been easy either… and it doesn't seem to be getting any easier each day." Usagi writhed as he said this, as if she understood.
Trowa sat back and began to think.
"We're BACK! Get in here, dammit, Quatre's hurt!" Duo called as they came in the door.
"What happened?" Trowa demanded as he ran in from the kitchen.
"An Oz-" Wufei cut off when he saw Usagi following Trowa. "As we were walking I provoked this guy and he pulled out a gun and shot Quatre."
"What did you say to him?!!" Usagi asked, half joking. She didn't care and didn't hear Wufei's answer. She was too intent on looking over Quatre. He was laying on the couch very still. His eyes were only barely open, and he was covered in blood. The sticky red substance was still oozing from the three holes Quatre had- two in his chest and one on his shoulder. She pressed her palms to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Quatre smiled slightly, his eyes lighting up.
"It's no use, Usagi. You can't do anything. It's okay, really. It's my time-" Quatre said.
"No!" Usagi screamed. "No, Quatre! You can't die- you can't! I won't let you!" She looked up at the other four. All were somber. They wouldn't look at her.
"Are you just going to give up on him?" Usagi asked. None answered, save Duo.
"It's useless, Usagi. He has two bullets in his heart. He's lost too much blood." the usually cheerfull boy answered.
"Some friends you are." Usagi snorted, before turning back to Quatre.
"Let it go, Usagi. There is nothing you can do." the blonde haired Arabian said as he smiled sadly. Usagi buried her face in his blood-stained stomach.
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