AN: I haven't gotten any leading pairing voted on yet: I've got five votes
for Usagi/Hiiro, 3 votes for Usagi/Trowa, and 3 begging for anything but
Usagi/Hiiro. So for right now, she's going to have her 'moments' with each
one! Gomen!
I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing, as much as I would like to. Email me at akamoonsugar@yahoo.com ! Ja!
"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. Then she sat up, a smile lit across her face.
"You WON'T die, Quatre. Just relax." she told him. Puzzled, he tried to do as he was told. She placed her left hand on his chest, directly on the wounds. The right hand she placed over the bullet hole on his shoulderblade. She heard him hiss with pain.
"I'm sorry, Quatre. It'll be over in a sec." she told him. Then she said a few words that they all heard but could neither understand nor repeat. Then she said something else.
"Holy ginzoushou, please, help me. I call upon the healing power of the moon!" she still knelt next to Quatre, but her clothes changed to a royal white gown. A white, healing light emitted from her hands. It shot out through the whole room. The other four stood in shock, especially Duo. They could see the light. It was so bright it was about all they could see. But they could feel it too. They could feel it right down to their bones. It healed them all there. They all knew what the light was. It could only be one thing. The light of Heaven.
Quatre watched in awe as three bullets practically fell out of his body and disappeared, and the blood that had stained his and Usagi's bodies turned silver and disappeared as well. He felt all the pain literally wash off him, and Usagi absorbed it. He could see the strain in her face as she took his pain. They could all feel it as Usagi silently soothed their souls with her light, taking as much of their pain as their subconsious minds would allow. Quatre, however, was close enough to see what it was doing to Usagi. Her face was contorted with extreme amounts of pain, her lips moving in unspoken words of agony. He prayed to Allah that she would stop soon. He knew the amount of pain he went through, and prayed Usagi would not try to take on all five of their's torment. It would kill her. His prayer was answered, though. Usagi stopped the light, withdrawing her hands from Quatre's body. She still wore her regal white dress, the one Serenity always wore. She lent forward and kissed Quatre's cheek, smiling one awesome smile at their shocked faces before keeling forward.
"I need the Crystal." she whispered. "In the drawer.... next to the bed." she said softly before blacking out.
"Holy Allah." Quatre said in shock. Even Hiiro's jaw was slightly hanging open.
"What the hell was that?" Wufei demanded. "Baka onna!" he said as he bent to pick her up. As soon as he touched her, he withdrew and shuddered.
"What?" Trowa asked, noticing his movement.
"Her skin is ice cold." Duo replied, touching her arm himself.
"Wait, she said she needed a crystal. Remember? Right before she collapsed." Quatre remembered.
"I'll find it." Hiiro said before disappearing into the bedroom. He needed a moment to restore his Perfect Soldier persona. She had reached him in a way he wouldn't admit to himself. He paused for a moment next to her bed before opening the top drawer of her bedside table. He rummaged around in the drawer, but found nothing. He opened the next drawer down. There were only a few things in this drawer: a laptop, a broach, a small dagger, and two pictures. Hiiro took a moment to look at them. One showed Usagi and a man with dark hair laughing on a blanket. The other showed Usagi and four other girls laughing and looking at something out of the picture. Something about the first picture bothered Hiiro, but he paid the strange feeling no attention as he replaced the pictures and grabbed the broach. He hurried back into the other room, now anxious for answers. He gave the gold trinket to Quatre, who looked from the broach to Usagi and back. The broach began to glow, and opened of it's own accord. Inside there was the largest gem any of them had ever seen. It detached itself from the broach and entered Usagi's body, causing her to arch towards the ceiling when it did. Immediatly, her face returned to it's peaceful state and she began to snore lightly. Quatre picked Usagi up and took her into the bedroom as Trowa looked over the couch and floor where it had been stained with blood before. There were no traces of the red substance ever being there.
Quatre carried Usagi to her bed, and pulled back the covers. He was astounded at how light she was. He knew she wouldn't be too heavy because she wasn't all that tall, but he, probably the least physically built of the five, could easily hold her in one arm. He laid her down softly on the bed, then tucked her feet under the blankets before pulling the covers up over her. For a moment, his eyes clouded over, and remembered the feeling when Usagi's healing hands were on his chest. He had loved it. Now, acting on impulse, he pulled back the covers and climbed into the small bed with Usagi. He wrapped his arms around the sleeping goddess, willing for sleep to come. Before his eyes closed, though, he smiled as Usagi unconsiously wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
"Aishiteru... Je t'aime... Usagi... I love you..." Quatre professed his love in Japanese, French, and English. Three languages he knew she knew. But somehow, he didn't feel like it was enough.
About three hours later, Usagi woke up. The first thing she saw was Quatre's blue eyes.
"Nani?" she asked quietly. "How long have you been awake?"
"Awhile." was the Arabian's answer. He smiled. "Thank you... for saving me. And for... taking the pain. I could tell what you were doing." Usagi's face clouded in rememberance of the suffering she had felt.
"Your welcome. You know all about me, yet I know little about you. Now I know that you have been through pain, too. More than I have. I was trying to help, but the pain from all five of you was nearly unbearable for me. Sorry I couldn't finish."
"Why don't we finish now?" Quatre asked, totally out of character. Usagi blushed. The next thing she knew, his warm, savory lips were pressed up to her own.
She gasped, her eyes flying wide as his arms wrapped possessively about her waist, shaping her body to his. A squeal escaped into his kiss, followed quickly by a soft, surprise moan. Her lids draped over shocked blue eyes as her arms tied themselves around his neck, one hand resting on his back as the other sifted through the silky hair at the nape of his neck.
As soon as he could feel her responding, Quatre eased his kisses, tasting her more gently, tugging so slightly at her welcoming lips. His arms loosened slightly, caressing her back as he sifted through her hair. Teasing her lips with small, butterfly kisses, he silently thanked whatever Gods were listening. Slowly, unwillingly, he pulled away. He gave her a small smile, which she immediatly returned.
"We should really go talk to the others." Quatre said, forcing the words out of his mouth. Usagi looked down at the mattress.
"You didn't have to kiss me because I saved your life." Usagi said softly. The Arabian's eyes widened.
"You think that's why I kissed you?" he asked. When Usagi nodded, he sighed. "Usagi I love you because you're you and because you make me feel incredible, not because I feel like I have an obligation to love you. The only thing I feel I have an obligation to do is protect you." With that, he rolled out of the bed and stood up, extending his hand to help her, too.
The four remaining pilots sat around the table in the kitchen, surrounded by their laptops and printouts. "What are you all doing?" Usagi asked as she and Quatre entered the room, blushing.
"Nothing. We have reports due tomorrow, remember?" Wufei said. "Onna, that dress is dishonorable."
Usagi blushed immediatly, and concentrated for a moment. Her dress was replaced in a flash of silver by a short jean skirt and a light pink tank top.
"Wow... Did you two have a nice nap?" Duo asked, only serving to make Quatre blush even more.
"Oh... yeah." Usagi said, and went into the bedroom long enough to grab her laptop. Soon she joined the boys.
"You know how to use a laptop?" Duo said.
"So?" Usagi retorted, and began to type. Unbeknownst to them, she had already done her report. She quickly became accustomed to the databases and searched for information on the Gundams.
"Why is there no information availible online about the Gundams and their pilots? Trowa and I saw this thing on the news and I want to find out who they are."
Hiiro's eyes shot up to Trowa, who gave the smallest shrug. The five guys looked around at each other.
"Usagi no one actually knows who the Gundam pilots are. What would you do if you knew?" Duo asked.
"Simple." Usagi said. "I lived that life of killing, even they were youma, not human. I hated it and I loved it. It was the reason I couldn't go to sleep at night and the reason I got up in the morning. I would like to look into the eyes of a person who has killed hundreds, and punish them for doing so."
They looked nervously at each other.
"Where are you going?" Usagi asked Hiiro. He turned around, and saw her standing in the doorway.
"Why are you awake?" he retorted in monotone.
"I couldn't sleep. I was going to go out for a walk."
"I'm going running." Hiiro said, once again in monotone.
"May I come?" Usagi asked, lacing up her shoes.
"Fine." Hirro turned and left, and Usagi ran out behind him.
At four am, there weren't many people around. Usagi ran on Hiiro's right, keeping with his extremely fast pace and never slowing down. They ran for two hours like this, before Hiiro led them back to the apartment. Usagi sat on the counter of the kitchen, laying down and trying to catch her breath.
"I am so... gasp out of shape." She said inbetween breaths. "I used to train all the time, you know so I could keep up with the others in battle? But the only person who never critizied me if I couldn't get a technique right the first time was Haruka. She was so strong and taught me how to fight in the Silver Millenium. She would be so ashamed to see me now. I haven't practiced martial arts since a month or two before I came here. Hiiro?" she said abruptly.
"Hnn?" He replied in monotone.
"I wanted to apologize for the day before yesterday. I honestly thought you were Mamoru- I mean, Mamo-chan." she said. 'Why do I keep calling him Mamoru? Don't I still love him?' she wondered.
Usagi closed her eyes, thinking hard. Hiiro watched her, and had a strange craving. Before she knew what was happening he covered her mouth with his. Usagi's eyes shot open, and then slowly closed as she felt his tongue snake into her mouth gently. He slowly tasted her, and then pulled his tongue back into his mouth, waiting for her consent to continue. She chased him and their tongues did a dance of desire, until finally Hiiro pulled back and held her at arm's length, scrutinizing her face carefully. His hands gripped her forearms so tightly that she winced at the pain.
"Hiiro you're hurting me." she whimpered. He looked down at his hands as if they weren't his own, and released her.
"Morning 'yall!" Duo cried as he entered the kitchen, the other three close behind.
"Yawn" Quatre added as he sat down.
"Morning!" she replied as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to change. She emerged in a baggy pair of black cargo pants that barely stayed on her hips, and a blue spaghetti strap top. She had swept her hair back into a ponytail high on her head, and carried her laptop under her arm. She sat on the couch and turned the device on.
She immediatly went online and hacked into OZ's database. Using encrypted codes, she scanned the database for any mention of the Gundams. She found information aplenty.
"Hey guys what's up between OZ and these Gundam pilots? Look, OZ is plotting an attack on them." she said, moving to the kitchen table and pointing to the screen.
Quatre looked at the screen. "Holy shit Usagi how did you get in to this?!" he asked. It was a private memo from a high-ranking offical to a general that oversee-d the entire mobile doll regiments.
"Quatre?" Duo asked, astonished.
"What's the chance of us ever hearing that again?" Trowa asked jokingly.
"None, zip." the blushing Arabian replied.
Hiiro looked on. 'How did she?... There are two million lines of encrypted codes guarding that database, and one wrong key will sound an alarm. How the hell....' he watched Usagi. In one swift motion he pulled his gun out and placed it at her temple.
"How the hell did you find that?" he demanded in his monotone. The other four stared at Hiiro.
'If he keeps on doing that he'll blow our cover.' Duo thought.
"H- Hiiro?" Usagi whimpered. "O-negai, doomo usakas o kuroso wuyhemi farien pluajd satiuan jiien." she said, reverting to her native tongue. (Translation: Please, kill me now so I may be happy. (Note: This is not the real Japanese, I made most of it up))
"Honto?" Hiiro asked. (In monotone.)
"Hai, O-negai, o-negai, o-negai. Swaidn gaure o meyiik." (Trans: Yes, please, please, please. Be rid of me (Once again not the true trans.))
"IIE!" Hiiro exploded, and fired something off in rapid Japanese. They continued this conversation in a heated debate (though in Hiiro's case still in monotone) for five minutes or so, while the others sat there, wishing life had subtitles as none of them spoke fluent enough Japanese to keep up. Eventually Usagi stormed off, leaving them to study with great intensity the computer screen.
"We need to destroy that mobile doll base but with this," Trowa gestured at the computer screen. "We may not be able to."
"I agree." Quatre said.
"So what's the plan?" Duo asked.
"Look." Hiiro said in monotone. He handed them each a printout. It read-
Pilots-
A new threat has entered our war, an enemy that cannot be stopped by any of our current weapons. Bring your Gundams to the laboratory, tomorrow at 6:30 am. Furthur instructions will be sent to you later.
"It's not signed, but it seems like their style letter." Wufei noted.
"No one else has access to their systems." Hiiro replied in monotone.
(AN: I am sick of writing "in monotone". Whenever Hiiro speaks, it's in monotone unless it says otherwise, kappeish?)
"True. I wonder who the new enemy is…" Duo said.
"We should be hearing about them soon." Trowa replied.
"So, what's there to do for fun around here?" Usagi asked, re- entering the room but refusing to look at Hiiro.
"Not much, but you know, Usagi-chan, if you want to go swimming there's a swimming pool not far." Quatre said politely.
"Or there's Funny Golf!" Duo piped up.
"Why don't we go swimming?" Usagi asked, grinning.
"Sure. But tell you what, Trowa, Duo, Wufei and I need to go pick up a few things. Why don't we meet you and Hiiro down there in about 2 hours." Quatre asked.
"Okay sure!" Usagi smiling even wider.
"Alright then, go ahead and go whenever you're ready and we'll catch up with you." Trowa said as they walked out. As soon as the door closed, Usagi spun around to face Hiiro.
"Well then, I assume you know where this pool is?" she asked, an icy tone entering her voice.
"Hai." Hiiro replied.
"Fine then. I'll go put on my suit." Usagi said, grabbing something from her bag and then entering the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later in a stunning two piece. It had triangles of silky blue fabric covering just enough to be decent, and a bikini style, hi-cut matching bottoms.
Hiiro looked up as she came back into the kitchen. She was preoccupied with tying a short piece of sheer fabric about her slim waist, and didn't see his appreciative gaze. She had pulled the top half of her hair into a French braid, and wore blue platform sandals.
Usagi looked up and caught his gaze a split second before he returned to typing.
"Are you and that thing glued together?" she asked jokingly. He shook his head, not looking up from the screen. She sighed silently.
'Is this guy for real?' She wondered. 'I can't believe I'm falling for another guy. I thought Mamoru- I mean, Mamo-cha- Who am I kidding?! I guess Mamoru and I weren't as destined as I thought. He betrayed me. I have to stop thinking about him. But I can't deny this attraction I have for Hiiro...' After another moment or so of mental turmoil, Usagi made a concrete decision.
She walked over nearer to him.
"Hiiro?" She asked innocently, sitting on the countertop near to him, crossing her legs in a way she knew made them look a mile long. He didn't respond.
"Hiiro?" She said again. He glanced up, and then did a double take. Something showed for a split second in his eyes as he looked back at the computer. She grinned.
"Hnn?" He replied.
"Why are you always so cold?" She asked seriously. The clacking of the keyboard stopped for a moment, and Hiiro sat as still as a statue.
"I… must be." Hiiro said, for once unsure of how to answer.
"But why…?" Usagi asked as she smoothly slid off the counter. She stood behind him, pressing her stomach against his back. Quickly he stood up, turning around to face her.
"Usagi…" he said from deep in his throat, and it sounded more of a warning than anything else, as she hooked her arms around his waist.
"What?" she asked innocently, as she hugged him close and began to sway from side to side. She looked up at him, grabbed his gaze and refused to let it go. She searched his eyes for anything to show that his soul hadn't been sucked from his body. She stood on tiptoes (Hiiro had a growth spurt, okay?!) and slowly kissed him, sliding her warm lips across his cold ones until they no longer touched. She repeated this several times, and she began to feel stupid. Tears began to well up her eyes, and she turned away from him. She hung her head in defeat and was about to walk away when she was grabbed by the arm and Hiiro spun her around, pressing their bodies together in the most intimate of ways.
Then he bent, and kissed her neck, her bare shoulder. Usagi shivered in delight as she felt herself lost, lost in deep Prussian eyes like fathomless oceans that looked into hers, sure of her reaction, sure he had pleased her. And then he leaned back, holding her shoulders, savouring his possession of her.
For a long moment, he stood looking at her like that. I know you won't stop me, his eyes said. And then something else appeared in his eyes. Something like physical pain. He released her shoulders, slowly. And stepped back from her, dropping his hands from her side. He brought his hands straight up in front of him, looking with horror at his shaking hands, as if they were demons.
"What's the matter?" Usagi asked, alarmed. Once more, he had taken her to heaven. And once again, he had brought her crashing back to earth.
Looking down at his hands, he said in a strangled voice, "I can't do this...I can't do this...this is wrong."
"No!" she cried in anguish. Hiiro moved towards the crying girl. And if looks could kill...
"Stop crying. You hear me. Stop it." He said.
"I can't help it… I'm afraid." She cried softly.
"Afraid of what?" he asked, with a little bit of feeling in his voice. She didn't answer. He shook her, which only made her cry more.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, it suddenly dawning on him. She nodded.
"How can you be so… detached, and unemotional? And why?" she asked, drying her eyes from the short onslaught of tears.
"I can't tell you." He said, looking away, for he knew that his answer would only hurt her more. She nodded slowly, and smiled up at him.
"You'll tell me when the time is right… I know you will. I understand that there are some things in a person's life that they just can't talk about."
He smiled at her, for the first time in years.
"So are we going to the pool, Hiiro?" she asked.
"Yeah, let me go get changed." Hiiro said.
Hiiro and Usagi climbed on his motorbike a few minutes later, and Usagi wrapped her arms around his waist.
Needless to say, when the other four pilots walked throught the pool gates and saw Hiiro and Usagi playing Marco Polo with a group of elementary schoolers, the reaction was quite comic. Wufei walked into a pole that supported the pool house gates, Quatre tripped over a towel and ended up on his butt in the entrance to the Ladies' Room, Duo just stopped to gape, and Trowa nearly walked into the pool.
"That… is Hiiro, isn't it?" Duo asked as they put their stuff on an empty table and joined the two in the pool.
Usagi and Hiiro were chasing each other around, splashing one another with the clorinated water when Hiiro was tapped on the back. He spun around, and Usagi materialized at his side. He was laughing, but when he saw the four questioning looks, his smile disappeared, and his arm dropped from it's position around Usagi's waist.
"Hnn?" he asked in his old monotone.
"Did we… miss something?" Duo asked.
I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing, as much as I would like to. Email me at akamoonsugar@yahoo.com ! Ja!
"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. Then she sat up, a smile lit across her face.
"You WON'T die, Quatre. Just relax." she told him. Puzzled, he tried to do as he was told. She placed her left hand on his chest, directly on the wounds. The right hand she placed over the bullet hole on his shoulderblade. She heard him hiss with pain.
"I'm sorry, Quatre. It'll be over in a sec." she told him. Then she said a few words that they all heard but could neither understand nor repeat. Then she said something else.
"Holy ginzoushou, please, help me. I call upon the healing power of the moon!" she still knelt next to Quatre, but her clothes changed to a royal white gown. A white, healing light emitted from her hands. It shot out through the whole room. The other four stood in shock, especially Duo. They could see the light. It was so bright it was about all they could see. But they could feel it too. They could feel it right down to their bones. It healed them all there. They all knew what the light was. It could only be one thing. The light of Heaven.
Quatre watched in awe as three bullets practically fell out of his body and disappeared, and the blood that had stained his and Usagi's bodies turned silver and disappeared as well. He felt all the pain literally wash off him, and Usagi absorbed it. He could see the strain in her face as she took his pain. They could all feel it as Usagi silently soothed their souls with her light, taking as much of their pain as their subconsious minds would allow. Quatre, however, was close enough to see what it was doing to Usagi. Her face was contorted with extreme amounts of pain, her lips moving in unspoken words of agony. He prayed to Allah that she would stop soon. He knew the amount of pain he went through, and prayed Usagi would not try to take on all five of their's torment. It would kill her. His prayer was answered, though. Usagi stopped the light, withdrawing her hands from Quatre's body. She still wore her regal white dress, the one Serenity always wore. She lent forward and kissed Quatre's cheek, smiling one awesome smile at their shocked faces before keeling forward.
"I need the Crystal." she whispered. "In the drawer.... next to the bed." she said softly before blacking out.
"Holy Allah." Quatre said in shock. Even Hiiro's jaw was slightly hanging open.
"What the hell was that?" Wufei demanded. "Baka onna!" he said as he bent to pick her up. As soon as he touched her, he withdrew and shuddered.
"What?" Trowa asked, noticing his movement.
"Her skin is ice cold." Duo replied, touching her arm himself.
"Wait, she said she needed a crystal. Remember? Right before she collapsed." Quatre remembered.
"I'll find it." Hiiro said before disappearing into the bedroom. He needed a moment to restore his Perfect Soldier persona. She had reached him in a way he wouldn't admit to himself. He paused for a moment next to her bed before opening the top drawer of her bedside table. He rummaged around in the drawer, but found nothing. He opened the next drawer down. There were only a few things in this drawer: a laptop, a broach, a small dagger, and two pictures. Hiiro took a moment to look at them. One showed Usagi and a man with dark hair laughing on a blanket. The other showed Usagi and four other girls laughing and looking at something out of the picture. Something about the first picture bothered Hiiro, but he paid the strange feeling no attention as he replaced the pictures and grabbed the broach. He hurried back into the other room, now anxious for answers. He gave the gold trinket to Quatre, who looked from the broach to Usagi and back. The broach began to glow, and opened of it's own accord. Inside there was the largest gem any of them had ever seen. It detached itself from the broach and entered Usagi's body, causing her to arch towards the ceiling when it did. Immediatly, her face returned to it's peaceful state and she began to snore lightly. Quatre picked Usagi up and took her into the bedroom as Trowa looked over the couch and floor where it had been stained with blood before. There were no traces of the red substance ever being there.
Quatre carried Usagi to her bed, and pulled back the covers. He was astounded at how light she was. He knew she wouldn't be too heavy because she wasn't all that tall, but he, probably the least physically built of the five, could easily hold her in one arm. He laid her down softly on the bed, then tucked her feet under the blankets before pulling the covers up over her. For a moment, his eyes clouded over, and remembered the feeling when Usagi's healing hands were on his chest. He had loved it. Now, acting on impulse, he pulled back the covers and climbed into the small bed with Usagi. He wrapped his arms around the sleeping goddess, willing for sleep to come. Before his eyes closed, though, he smiled as Usagi unconsiously wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
"Aishiteru... Je t'aime... Usagi... I love you..." Quatre professed his love in Japanese, French, and English. Three languages he knew she knew. But somehow, he didn't feel like it was enough.
About three hours later, Usagi woke up. The first thing she saw was Quatre's blue eyes.
"Nani?" she asked quietly. "How long have you been awake?"
"Awhile." was the Arabian's answer. He smiled. "Thank you... for saving me. And for... taking the pain. I could tell what you were doing." Usagi's face clouded in rememberance of the suffering she had felt.
"Your welcome. You know all about me, yet I know little about you. Now I know that you have been through pain, too. More than I have. I was trying to help, but the pain from all five of you was nearly unbearable for me. Sorry I couldn't finish."
"Why don't we finish now?" Quatre asked, totally out of character. Usagi blushed. The next thing she knew, his warm, savory lips were pressed up to her own.
She gasped, her eyes flying wide as his arms wrapped possessively about her waist, shaping her body to his. A squeal escaped into his kiss, followed quickly by a soft, surprise moan. Her lids draped over shocked blue eyes as her arms tied themselves around his neck, one hand resting on his back as the other sifted through the silky hair at the nape of his neck.
As soon as he could feel her responding, Quatre eased his kisses, tasting her more gently, tugging so slightly at her welcoming lips. His arms loosened slightly, caressing her back as he sifted through her hair. Teasing her lips with small, butterfly kisses, he silently thanked whatever Gods were listening. Slowly, unwillingly, he pulled away. He gave her a small smile, which she immediatly returned.
"We should really go talk to the others." Quatre said, forcing the words out of his mouth. Usagi looked down at the mattress.
"You didn't have to kiss me because I saved your life." Usagi said softly. The Arabian's eyes widened.
"You think that's why I kissed you?" he asked. When Usagi nodded, he sighed. "Usagi I love you because you're you and because you make me feel incredible, not because I feel like I have an obligation to love you. The only thing I feel I have an obligation to do is protect you." With that, he rolled out of the bed and stood up, extending his hand to help her, too.
The four remaining pilots sat around the table in the kitchen, surrounded by their laptops and printouts. "What are you all doing?" Usagi asked as she and Quatre entered the room, blushing.
"Nothing. We have reports due tomorrow, remember?" Wufei said. "Onna, that dress is dishonorable."
Usagi blushed immediatly, and concentrated for a moment. Her dress was replaced in a flash of silver by a short jean skirt and a light pink tank top.
"Wow... Did you two have a nice nap?" Duo asked, only serving to make Quatre blush even more.
"Oh... yeah." Usagi said, and went into the bedroom long enough to grab her laptop. Soon she joined the boys.
"You know how to use a laptop?" Duo said.
"So?" Usagi retorted, and began to type. Unbeknownst to them, she had already done her report. She quickly became accustomed to the databases and searched for information on the Gundams.
"Why is there no information availible online about the Gundams and their pilots? Trowa and I saw this thing on the news and I want to find out who they are."
Hiiro's eyes shot up to Trowa, who gave the smallest shrug. The five guys looked around at each other.
"Usagi no one actually knows who the Gundam pilots are. What would you do if you knew?" Duo asked.
"Simple." Usagi said. "I lived that life of killing, even they were youma, not human. I hated it and I loved it. It was the reason I couldn't go to sleep at night and the reason I got up in the morning. I would like to look into the eyes of a person who has killed hundreds, and punish them for doing so."
They looked nervously at each other.
"Where are you going?" Usagi asked Hiiro. He turned around, and saw her standing in the doorway.
"Why are you awake?" he retorted in monotone.
"I couldn't sleep. I was going to go out for a walk."
"I'm going running." Hiiro said, once again in monotone.
"May I come?" Usagi asked, lacing up her shoes.
"Fine." Hirro turned and left, and Usagi ran out behind him.
At four am, there weren't many people around. Usagi ran on Hiiro's right, keeping with his extremely fast pace and never slowing down. They ran for two hours like this, before Hiiro led them back to the apartment. Usagi sat on the counter of the kitchen, laying down and trying to catch her breath.
"I am so... gasp out of shape." She said inbetween breaths. "I used to train all the time, you know so I could keep up with the others in battle? But the only person who never critizied me if I couldn't get a technique right the first time was Haruka. She was so strong and taught me how to fight in the Silver Millenium. She would be so ashamed to see me now. I haven't practiced martial arts since a month or two before I came here. Hiiro?" she said abruptly.
"Hnn?" He replied in monotone.
"I wanted to apologize for the day before yesterday. I honestly thought you were Mamoru- I mean, Mamo-chan." she said. 'Why do I keep calling him Mamoru? Don't I still love him?' she wondered.
Usagi closed her eyes, thinking hard. Hiiro watched her, and had a strange craving. Before she knew what was happening he covered her mouth with his. Usagi's eyes shot open, and then slowly closed as she felt his tongue snake into her mouth gently. He slowly tasted her, and then pulled his tongue back into his mouth, waiting for her consent to continue. She chased him and their tongues did a dance of desire, until finally Hiiro pulled back and held her at arm's length, scrutinizing her face carefully. His hands gripped her forearms so tightly that she winced at the pain.
"Hiiro you're hurting me." she whimpered. He looked down at his hands as if they weren't his own, and released her.
"Morning 'yall!" Duo cried as he entered the kitchen, the other three close behind.
"Yawn" Quatre added as he sat down.
"Morning!" she replied as she grabbed some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to change. She emerged in a baggy pair of black cargo pants that barely stayed on her hips, and a blue spaghetti strap top. She had swept her hair back into a ponytail high on her head, and carried her laptop under her arm. She sat on the couch and turned the device on.
She immediatly went online and hacked into OZ's database. Using encrypted codes, she scanned the database for any mention of the Gundams. She found information aplenty.
"Hey guys what's up between OZ and these Gundam pilots? Look, OZ is plotting an attack on them." she said, moving to the kitchen table and pointing to the screen.
Quatre looked at the screen. "Holy shit Usagi how did you get in to this?!" he asked. It was a private memo from a high-ranking offical to a general that oversee-d the entire mobile doll regiments.
"Quatre?" Duo asked, astonished.
"What's the chance of us ever hearing that again?" Trowa asked jokingly.
"None, zip." the blushing Arabian replied.
Hiiro looked on. 'How did she?... There are two million lines of encrypted codes guarding that database, and one wrong key will sound an alarm. How the hell....' he watched Usagi. In one swift motion he pulled his gun out and placed it at her temple.
"How the hell did you find that?" he demanded in his monotone. The other four stared at Hiiro.
'If he keeps on doing that he'll blow our cover.' Duo thought.
"H- Hiiro?" Usagi whimpered. "O-negai, doomo usakas o kuroso wuyhemi farien pluajd satiuan jiien." she said, reverting to her native tongue. (Translation: Please, kill me now so I may be happy. (Note: This is not the real Japanese, I made most of it up))
"Honto?" Hiiro asked. (In monotone.)
"Hai, O-negai, o-negai, o-negai. Swaidn gaure o meyiik." (Trans: Yes, please, please, please. Be rid of me (Once again not the true trans.))
"IIE!" Hiiro exploded, and fired something off in rapid Japanese. They continued this conversation in a heated debate (though in Hiiro's case still in monotone) for five minutes or so, while the others sat there, wishing life had subtitles as none of them spoke fluent enough Japanese to keep up. Eventually Usagi stormed off, leaving them to study with great intensity the computer screen.
"We need to destroy that mobile doll base but with this," Trowa gestured at the computer screen. "We may not be able to."
"I agree." Quatre said.
"So what's the plan?" Duo asked.
"Look." Hiiro said in monotone. He handed them each a printout. It read-
Pilots-
A new threat has entered our war, an enemy that cannot be stopped by any of our current weapons. Bring your Gundams to the laboratory, tomorrow at 6:30 am. Furthur instructions will be sent to you later.
"It's not signed, but it seems like their style letter." Wufei noted.
"No one else has access to their systems." Hiiro replied in monotone.
(AN: I am sick of writing "in monotone". Whenever Hiiro speaks, it's in monotone unless it says otherwise, kappeish?)
"True. I wonder who the new enemy is…" Duo said.
"We should be hearing about them soon." Trowa replied.
"So, what's there to do for fun around here?" Usagi asked, re- entering the room but refusing to look at Hiiro.
"Not much, but you know, Usagi-chan, if you want to go swimming there's a swimming pool not far." Quatre said politely.
"Or there's Funny Golf!" Duo piped up.
"Why don't we go swimming?" Usagi asked, grinning.
"Sure. But tell you what, Trowa, Duo, Wufei and I need to go pick up a few things. Why don't we meet you and Hiiro down there in about 2 hours." Quatre asked.
"Okay sure!" Usagi smiling even wider.
"Alright then, go ahead and go whenever you're ready and we'll catch up with you." Trowa said as they walked out. As soon as the door closed, Usagi spun around to face Hiiro.
"Well then, I assume you know where this pool is?" she asked, an icy tone entering her voice.
"Hai." Hiiro replied.
"Fine then. I'll go put on my suit." Usagi said, grabbing something from her bag and then entering the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later in a stunning two piece. It had triangles of silky blue fabric covering just enough to be decent, and a bikini style, hi-cut matching bottoms.
Hiiro looked up as she came back into the kitchen. She was preoccupied with tying a short piece of sheer fabric about her slim waist, and didn't see his appreciative gaze. She had pulled the top half of her hair into a French braid, and wore blue platform sandals.
Usagi looked up and caught his gaze a split second before he returned to typing.
"Are you and that thing glued together?" she asked jokingly. He shook his head, not looking up from the screen. She sighed silently.
'Is this guy for real?' She wondered. 'I can't believe I'm falling for another guy. I thought Mamoru- I mean, Mamo-cha- Who am I kidding?! I guess Mamoru and I weren't as destined as I thought. He betrayed me. I have to stop thinking about him. But I can't deny this attraction I have for Hiiro...' After another moment or so of mental turmoil, Usagi made a concrete decision.
She walked over nearer to him.
"Hiiro?" She asked innocently, sitting on the countertop near to him, crossing her legs in a way she knew made them look a mile long. He didn't respond.
"Hiiro?" She said again. He glanced up, and then did a double take. Something showed for a split second in his eyes as he looked back at the computer. She grinned.
"Hnn?" He replied.
"Why are you always so cold?" She asked seriously. The clacking of the keyboard stopped for a moment, and Hiiro sat as still as a statue.
"I… must be." Hiiro said, for once unsure of how to answer.
"But why…?" Usagi asked as she smoothly slid off the counter. She stood behind him, pressing her stomach against his back. Quickly he stood up, turning around to face her.
"Usagi…" he said from deep in his throat, and it sounded more of a warning than anything else, as she hooked her arms around his waist.
"What?" she asked innocently, as she hugged him close and began to sway from side to side. She looked up at him, grabbed his gaze and refused to let it go. She searched his eyes for anything to show that his soul hadn't been sucked from his body. She stood on tiptoes (Hiiro had a growth spurt, okay?!) and slowly kissed him, sliding her warm lips across his cold ones until they no longer touched. She repeated this several times, and she began to feel stupid. Tears began to well up her eyes, and she turned away from him. She hung her head in defeat and was about to walk away when she was grabbed by the arm and Hiiro spun her around, pressing their bodies together in the most intimate of ways.
Then he bent, and kissed her neck, her bare shoulder. Usagi shivered in delight as she felt herself lost, lost in deep Prussian eyes like fathomless oceans that looked into hers, sure of her reaction, sure he had pleased her. And then he leaned back, holding her shoulders, savouring his possession of her.
For a long moment, he stood looking at her like that. I know you won't stop me, his eyes said. And then something else appeared in his eyes. Something like physical pain. He released her shoulders, slowly. And stepped back from her, dropping his hands from her side. He brought his hands straight up in front of him, looking with horror at his shaking hands, as if they were demons.
"What's the matter?" Usagi asked, alarmed. Once more, he had taken her to heaven. And once again, he had brought her crashing back to earth.
Looking down at his hands, he said in a strangled voice, "I can't do this...I can't do this...this is wrong."
"No!" she cried in anguish. Hiiro moved towards the crying girl. And if looks could kill...
"Stop crying. You hear me. Stop it." He said.
"I can't help it… I'm afraid." She cried softly.
"Afraid of what?" he asked, with a little bit of feeling in his voice. She didn't answer. He shook her, which only made her cry more.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, it suddenly dawning on him. She nodded.
"How can you be so… detached, and unemotional? And why?" she asked, drying her eyes from the short onslaught of tears.
"I can't tell you." He said, looking away, for he knew that his answer would only hurt her more. She nodded slowly, and smiled up at him.
"You'll tell me when the time is right… I know you will. I understand that there are some things in a person's life that they just can't talk about."
He smiled at her, for the first time in years.
"So are we going to the pool, Hiiro?" she asked.
"Yeah, let me go get changed." Hiiro said.
Hiiro and Usagi climbed on his motorbike a few minutes later, and Usagi wrapped her arms around his waist.
Needless to say, when the other four pilots walked throught the pool gates and saw Hiiro and Usagi playing Marco Polo with a group of elementary schoolers, the reaction was quite comic. Wufei walked into a pole that supported the pool house gates, Quatre tripped over a towel and ended up on his butt in the entrance to the Ladies' Room, Duo just stopped to gape, and Trowa nearly walked into the pool.
"That… is Hiiro, isn't it?" Duo asked as they put their stuff on an empty table and joined the two in the pool.
Usagi and Hiiro were chasing each other around, splashing one another with the clorinated water when Hiiro was tapped on the back. He spun around, and Usagi materialized at his side. He was laughing, but when he saw the four questioning looks, his smile disappeared, and his arm dropped from it's position around Usagi's waist.
"Hnn?" he asked in his old monotone.
"Did we… miss something?" Duo asked.