Disclaimers: I don't own any characters used. :P

Warning: Slight swearing and dark topics mentioned towards the end. There might be some OOCness since I've never seen Pan in anime yet, so bear with me. Oh, and I know Wufei is OOC in some parts...

Author's Notes: *beams* I'm glad you guys liked it so much. *grins* Of course you can post this on your site, D-chan! It's for your contest, but I just didn't submit it yet! *sweatdrops* In this chapter, we finally have interactions with the GW cast, and Pan's first meeting with Wufei! It turned out a little weirder than I expected.. *shrugs* As you gradually read each chapter, you'll either be introduced to the other characters from GW, SM, and DBGT and their roles or they might be mentioned in conversations as Duo was in the prologue, and how he's a heartthrob actor. ^-^ I know Minako wasn't really mentioned after her death, but she will get worked into the story later on. She still has a purpose even though she's dead. Diamond will again come into the picture, but not yet. Oh and in the next chapter, we will fast-forward in time to a year after Wufei and Usagi's wedding. Uh... I don't think I have anything else to say... Well, enjoy Chapter 1!! =0)

"Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will." ~ Spike [BtVS], Lover's Walk

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Her Husband
Chapter 1 - The Red Dragon
Author: Krys Yuy
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Pan approached a large building that had a wide perimeter brick fence. It was an old traditional martial arts dojo that was actually still very attractive. Above the entrance gate was a large sign, 'Red Dragon,' with a dragon woven through the font. "So this is the place?" Pan asked herself, looking around.

She entered through the wooden gate into a courtyard with a pathway that led to the large dojo. As she glanced around, she noticed that the courtyard had a lush landscape with several trees and flowers, giving it a serene look. There was enough room for people to spar if they wanted to. Before Pan could walk up to the dojo, she heard sounds coming from the back. Curious, she walked around the building to the backyard. She found two men sparring by a wide koi pond. One had black hair in a short ponytail, while the other had brown hair with bangs covering one side of his face. Both wore black gis with the logo of the Red Dragon on the back.

Pan watched as they sparred, entranced by their movements. To her, fighting was like a subtle dance. She knew it was in her blood to fight and protect. Her father had taught her that before he died. 'They're good,' she admitted. Though both men were skilled, Pan found her eyes drawn to the darker haired man. He was obviously the stronger one, and Pan felt something akin to a spark inside her.

After about five minutes, the spar came to a stop with the black haired man winning. Pan left her face passive as both men finally noticed her. The brown haired man's face remained emotionless, while the black haired man seemed angry. "What are you doing here, onna?!" he demanded. "We're closed today!"

'Onna?' Pan thought, eyes flashing. 'Kami, he's rude!' However, she reeled in her anger and forced a smile on her lips. "Which one of you is Wufei Chang?" she asked.

"Who wants to know?" the black haired man retorted, narrowing his eyes.

"Son Pan," she answered evenly, glaring at him. "Tsukino Usagi's bodyguard and best friend."

At this answer, the black haired man looked surprised, while his brown haired partner smirked. "I'm Trowa Barton," the brown haired man said. "An instructor here at Red Dragon."

Pan nodded and looked towards the black haired man, raising an eyebrow. "Then you must be Wufei Chang."

He nodded, eyeing her suspiciously. "Usa-chan didn't tell me you were going to be here," he said.

Pan noted as his eyes softened when he said Usagi's name. "Yeah.. well, I didn't tell her, so that explains that," she informed. "I just thought I'd see the man who's stolen Usagi's heart." She shrugged innocently. "And I really don't see that much."

"What did you say?" Wufei growled. The nerve of this woman! Best friend of Usagi or not, this woman was annoying!

Trowa interrupted the inevitable argument that was going to take place. "It was nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to go," he said, giving her a nod. "I'm sure I'll see you at the wedding. Ja." He walked into the dojo, and disappeared behind the walls.

"Ja," Pan replied, glancing at his back as he left. She turned to face Wufei again, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So? What are you doing here?" Wufei asked, impatient. He had better things to do than entertain a guest.

"Thought I'd get to know my best friend's fiancée," she replied easily. "I mean, we'll probably be seeing a lot of each other now. Besides, I didn't have a chance to meet you when you were dating Usagi."

Wufei sighed, reluctantly accepting her answer. "Want a tour?" he asked. "Though there really isn't much."

'Why not?' "Sure," Pan answered, shrugging. She followed him as he led her into the dojo.

Wufei gestured to two doors on either side of the hallway. "These are the changing rooms for the men and women. Each has lockers," he explained. As they walked further down the hall, he pointed to another door with the sign, 'Management.' "This is my office."

"Your office?" Pan asked incredulously. "As in, the owner's office?"

Wufei nodded in response to her question. "My parents left it to me in their will," he muttered. Why was he telling her this? It had taken Usagi months before Wufei finally opened up his past to her. Now this woman comes along, and without even doing anything, is beginning to pry his life story out.

Pan's heart softened as she realized that his parents were no longer alive. He, too, knew the pain of losing a father and mother. "If you don't mind me asking, when did they die?" she asked, unknowingly using a gentle tone.

Wufei was surprised when he felt no resentment towards her for asking a personal question. He found that he really didn't mind at all. "I'd say about... three years ago," he replied quietly. He coughed as the silence between them thickened. He pushed open a large door at the end of the hallway. It opened to reveal a large sparring arena complete with a padded floor and training equipment. "And this, as you may have guessed, is the main arena where most classes take place. There are also two other smaller rooms with the same padded floor, but that's mostly for private lessons."

Pan whistled to herself as she looked around the room. "Not bad," she admitted. Actually, Pan felt herself wanting to try out all the equipment. This place was perfect for training and improving her fighting skills.

Wufei smirked at Pan's awed face as she stared longingly at the room. "Like it?" he inquired, an amused gleam in his dark eyes.

"Like is an understatement," Pan murmured. She saw a door in the far right corner of the room. "What's in there?" she asked, noticing the thick padlock on it.

Wufei walked over to it and pulled out the chain hanging from around his neck. Dangling on the chain was the key that would open the lock. "Stuff that only the instructors can handle with the top students," he answered, putting the key in and unlocking the padlock. He swung the door open to reveal a dark walk-in closet.

"This has to be locked up?" Pan inquired, raising her eyebrows.

"You'll see." Wufei felt around the edge of the wall, and flicked on the lights. The closet was suddenly lit up, revealing the contents. He walked inside and gestured for Pan to come inside.

Pan followed him in and her eyes widened. "Now I see," she commented lightly.

The walk-in closet had glass cases lining the walls from end to end. The glass cases were filled with any kind of weapon imaginable. They were actually very sharp looking, while others were just staffs. Some looked to be very old and rarely touched, only for cleaning. There had only been staffs outside in the room, but all the dangerous weapons were in the closet. If a student wanted to train with a weapon, he or she would have to go through Wufei or one of the other instructors first.

"Some of these are actually very, very old," Wufei informed, running his hand along the cases gently. "They were passed down from generation to generation throughout my family. My father and grandfather collected the other newer looking ones. They each liked to experiment with all kinds of weapons, mastering almost each one. I, on the other hand, only like to use my hands in most cases." Wufei glanced at Pan from over his shoulder. "What about you?"

"My hands," Pan answered simply. "I occasionally like to try out a weapon or two."

"Really?" Wufei asked before he could stop himself. Something about this woman intrigued him, more than he cared to admit.

Pan looked at him in surprise, and nodded. "I like using a staff, but I've been working on the ninja stars." She tapped one glass case, which held the sharp stars. "I saw a practice dummy out there... May I?"

"Be my guest," Wufei said, shrugging.

After a few moments, Pan started tapping her foot, frustrated. "Well?" she asked, staring at him.

"What?!" Wufei exclaimed, unnerved by her stare. "What are you waiting for?!"

"For you to open the case, baka!" Pan pointed out, exasperated. "It's locked, if you didn't notice!"

"Oh," Wufei muttered, his ears turning red. He lowered his head. "I knew that." He walked up to the case she was standing in front of, and opened it with his key. "Here."

Pan rolled her eyes and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for, onna?!" Wufei demanded, glaring daggers at her, while rubbing the back of his head.

"For being a baka," Pan retorted, taking five ninja stars out from the case. She casually walked out of the walk-in closet to the training room.

Wufei stared at her back, still rubbing his head. 'Even Usagi isn't this aggravating...' he thought, frustrated. Nevertheless, Wufei followed Pan outside, curious to see her skills.

Pan fingered the ninja stars in her hand, spying the dummy she had seen earlier. 'Perfect,' she thought, smirking. She walked towards it, stopping about eight feet away. She closed her eyes, concentrating. She held three stars in her right hand, and the other two in her left. With one smooth, fluid movement, she threw three stars at the dummy with her eyes still closed. Each one hit a vital point. With a quick flick of her wrist, Pan sent the last two flying, and they hit the head of the dummy. Pan opened her eyes to observe her work, and nodded faintly. 'Better than before...'

Wufei had to admit she was pretty good... for a woman. He supposed she was okay if she was to protect his fiancée. He was surprised when she hit all the vital points of the dummy without even opening her eyes. He was only able to accomplish that using his eyes. "Do you usually fight with your eyes closed?" Wufei asked, for some strange reason, amused.

"Only when I have to," Pan retorted, suddenly glad that her back was to him so he wouldn't see the small smile on her face.

Pan grabbed a staff that lay discarded on the floor, and started to twirl it around like a baton, except it looked a lot more dangerous. She began fighting against an invisible enemy, jabbing and kicking at the air. Pan submerged herself in the movements, forgetting everything around her except for the fighting. While going through the motions, memories from her past suddenly bombarded her. Not just any memories, but the painful ones. News of her parent's death, her break-up with Trunks, Minako's death... Rage and sadness consumed her as her movements became even faster but reckless. Wufei cautiously stayed to the side, watching as Pan attacked the air. As the emotional pain became too much, Pan gave a loud shout as she thrust her right hand, throwing the staff in a perfect straight line towards the wall, where it embedded itself. She stared at the ground, panting, but not tired.

'Damnit! Why did I have to have remember those memories now?!' Pan thought furiously.

Meanwhile, Wufei went to inspect the damage on his wall. The staff was lodged right in it, and there were bits of broken wood on the floor. 'How much strength does that onna have?' Wufei thought, raising an eyebrow. He gripped the staff and with one strong pull, was able to take it out of the wall.

Pan finally controlled her anger, and looked to see Wufei fingering the staff and staring at a hole in the wall. The hole she had made. "Shit," she cursed. She walked up next to him. "Sorry about that. I'll.. pay for the repairs."

Wufei shook his head, not looking at her. "Don't worry about it," he replied. "The insurance will cover it."

"You sure?" Pan asked, feeling a little guilty.

"Don't worry," Wufei repeated, leaning closer to study the wall. He looked from the hole to the staff to her. "You must be pretty strong."

Pan smirked, realizing that compliments like that from Wufei Chang were probably very rare. "We should spar sometime," she suggested.

Wufei's eyes glinted at the idea of sparring. "Maybe," he mused, returning her smirk.

"Well, if you're ever up to it, call me," Pan said as she turned away from him. "I have to meet Usagi on the movie set, so I better go." She started walking out. "If we ever do spar, Chang Wufei, I'm going to kick your ass." Her tone was light and her laughter could be heard as she left the Red Dragon.

Wufei could only stare at the spot she had previously occupied, wondering how she could move so fast. He twirled the staff at his side before he shook his head. 'Son Pan... you are a very, very strange onna...'

* * * * *

"As my talent agent, I demand you do something!" Usagi exclaimed, pacing back and forth in her agent's office.

Quatre Winner sighed, looking at Usagi from over his desk. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Usagi, don't you think you might be overreacting a little bit?" he suggested.

"Overreacting? Overreacting?!"

Usagi's shouting made Quatre wince. For having a soft, lovely voice, she had quite a large set of lungs. He rubbed his temples as she kept rambling. Though the woman in front of him was an international success, she could certainly bring on the headaches. Quatre was, in fact, very proud of the woman he had grown to love as a little sister, even if they were the same age. He himself had recruited her from Tokyo along with Minako and Diamond. It had come to a complete shock to him when Minako had died, but, wasting no time, he had retrieved the part of Vanessa Ritcher for Usagi, who accepted the part as a dedication to Minako.

Quatre was the sole owner of Winner Talent, one of the top talent agencies in America. All clients he had recruited were well known and adored, all thanks to him and the workers of the agency. He, however, hit it big when he discovered Tsukino Usagi, who had just finished filming Deadly Seduction. She was one of the best people he had to work with, but at the moment, he was having a very hard time trying to remember why he liked her so much. "Usagi.. Usagi... please lower your volume level," he groaned.

Usagi complied once she saw the state her agent was in, but continued to talk. "I'm sorry, Quatre. Really, I am, but this problem has to go away. It's really starting to scare me," she confessed, sitting down in a chair in front of Quatre's desk. "And it might only get worse, since my wedding is coming up soon."

Quatre's eyes softened as he finally took in the dark circles under her eyes that Usagi was trying to hide with make-up. "Have you told Pan yet? Or your fiancée?" he inquired gently.

"No, only you," Usagi admitted, hanging her head in shame. "I didn't want to worry them."

"Usagi, that's your decision, but they might want to know," Quatre replied, resting his arms on his desk.

"This coming from the man who said I may be overreacting," Usagi retorted, giving him a mock glare.

"It's still too early to tell," Quatre admitted, shrugging. "But I don't feel it's that serious.. You shouldn't be on your guard 24/7. You'd be too tired to do any of your modeling shoots or film takes."

Usagi breathed in and out deeply. "You're right, Quatre," she replied softly. "It's only happened two times so far."

"He's only sent you flowers twice?"

"Yes," Usagi whispered, fingering her necklace.

"All with the same message?" Quatre prompted, looking at her sympathetically.

Usagi nodded, her eyes taking on a somewhat blank look. "It read, 'I am always watching over you. One day, you'll be mine and our love will go on through eternity. I love you, Usagi.' It was attached to red roses," she informed. "Can you believe it?" She laughed bitterly. "Quatre, I have this really bad feeling that it's from a stalker."

Quatre got up from behind his desk and walked to Usagi's side, embracing her in his arms. "Don't worry, Usagi," he whispered. "I'll take all necessary precautions, okay?" He felt Usagi nod. "I'll help keep you safe."

"Thank you Quatre," Usagi sniffed, rubbing her eyes. She pulled out of Quatre's arms. "You know, I haven't seen your wife in awhile," she commented, changing the subject and trying to lighten the mood.

Quatre smiled and played along, sitting on the chair next to Usagi's. "Well, being a singing pop star does leave little time for her to be home," he sighed, shaking his head. "I kinda miss her..."

"Aww..." Usagi gushed, happy to be thinking of other things. "You 'kinda' miss her?" She giggled when Quatre's face turned red. "You miss her a lot! Maybe I should call your wife, and tell her to make a visit to her man."

Quatre's eyes turned puppy-like as he smiled hopefully. "Would you, Usagi? Please?" he asked, looking like a wounded puppy.

Usagi sighed, rolling her eyes. "Even when I use that look, it doesn't work as effectively as you, Quatre," Usagi teased. She playfully ruffled his platinum gold hair. "All right. I'll call Rei later, okay?"

"Great," Quatre replied, grinning. "Hey, can you make it to dinner tonight?"

"Sorry," she apologized, shaking her head. "I have plans with my fiancée." She smiled, glancing down at her engagement ring.

"Too bad... I was meeting some other people at Rose Gardens," Quatre replied, his eyes dancing.

"What?! Oh, you know how much I love Mako-chan's restaurant!" Usagi pouted, crossing her legs.

"There'll be other times, Usagi," he said, still smiling. "On other business... when is your wedding taking place again?"

Usagi's eyes lit up brilliantly at the mention of her wedding. "Well, let's see... Wufei proposed to me a month ago.. I'd say five months from now," she informed.

"Big or small?"

"Definitely small," Usagi answered, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "We don't want it to be a whole press fiasco."

"You're telling me," Quatre replied, shuddering at the memory of his own wedding. The story had leaked out that pop star Rei Hino was getting married to one of the most wanted bachelors in the country. So naturally, the press had come bombarding in the church before the wedding could get started. Rei, being who she was, exploded at the press and then broke into tears because they were ruining the happiest day of her life. Quatre, being the groom, had to do damage control, meanwhile being very angry. An angry Quatre was definitely a sight no one wanted to deal with.

Usagi winced in sympathy. "I felt a large amount of pity for you that day," she confessed, shaking her head.

Quatre only nodded his head in agreement before he looked down at his watch. "Hey.. don't you have a movie set to be on?"

Usagi looked at her watch and gasped. "You're right! Oh, Pan's going to kill me! I knew I shouldn't have signed a contract for Right Around the Corner. This movie is going to be so stressful along with the wedding plans. Duo just had to convince me," Usagi said, exasperated, and muttering the last part.

Quatre only looked highly amused. "See ya later, Usagi. And don't forget to call my wife!"

Usagi blew him a kiss as she walked out of his office. "Don't worry about it, Quatre! Got it covered!"

Quatre laughed as she closed the door behind her. He relaxed in his chair as he smiled. "Gotta love her."

* * * * *

In Tokyo, Japan...

A young man with lavender hair sat reading a letter in his dorm room at Tokyo University. Though it was summer, he was trembling as he continued to read.

'Dear Oniisan,
I don't know how to write this on paper, even if I was too chicken to do it on the phone. It would have been too painful. Trunks-niisan... Kaasan.. Kaasan has leukemia. Tousan is a mess; he can't eat or sleep. All he does all day is train. I don't know why I'm asking you this, but you might want to come back to America. Kaasan is going to do the chemotherapy and everything else, but if.. if she dies, you're going to have to take over Capsule Corps. You're the rightful heir, and you know that Tousan knows nothing about that line of business and with me modeling... You're the only one left to run it. I'm not giving up hope on Kaasan still living, but I wanted you to know about the situation over here. Kaasan was too afraid to call you and Tousan is so wrapped up in his misery he can't see straight. You can come visit us, but Kaasan wants you to finish college first, though it's up to you. A lot of responsibility is going to weigh down on your shoulders, Oniisan. Just.. just come when you can. I love you.

Your imouto,
Bra'

'Okaasan...' the man thought miserably, shutting his blue eyes in pain. 'No...' He collapsed backwards on his bed, trying to weigh down the pros and cons of going to America. One advantage of going there was burning brightly in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a small smile, trying to forget about the situation with his mother.

'Pan...'