Usagi sighed, slumping tiredly against a nearby wall. Her life was currently falling into little pieces… no doubt about that… and now, it was slowly taking her happiness away. She was always known as the 'cheerful bunny,' but ever since she had acquired her popular sass, her undeniable attitude, people… avoided her.

'Why is war so goddamn evil?' Usagi thought pitifully, smearing a smudge of soot off of her cheek. If war wasn't enough to aggravate the blond, her pants barely stayed on! To add on to that, her army boots were far too outsized! And, at the moment, untied! Oh, but not that she cared… Her teeth clenched together and she began jabbing her heels into the ground.

"Commander."

Usagi peered up abruptly, only to find a gun barrel aimed between her eyes. She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow, and gradually shoved it to the side with the flat of her palm. "Don't fool around with the artillery. Goddamn idiot…"

The man wielding the gun rolled his eyes towards her. "You know, you need to take it easy once in a while… Live a little! I mean, you're a woman after all…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped, scowling up at him bitterly. "Besides, this is war! Kami! You should be out there protecting some of your troops!"

 He grinned sheepishly, holding up his hands in defense. "Maa, maa… I didn't mean any harm. I just came to deliver your orders… Next time, try not to bite my head off."

"I'll consider it," she muttered, stifling a yawn. "Saa, out with it. I need to get some sleep… Take a shower… Cleanse myself of the enemy's blood…"

"Well, you are to report to some colony… Ano… Heh, it seems as though I have forgotten the name… Anyhow, a shuttle is on its way to retrieve you. I will stay behind and gather the remaining recruits…" he paused.

Her nose wrinkled. "There aren't many… Many of the mobiles were taken out to the south… And the rest… Let's just say Shinigami got lucky this time."

He stared back at her in awe. "Are you telling me… There was only one survivor?"

"Hai. It's sad," she murmured, looking off into the distance. "I didn't think I'd make it out… My ranks got a surprise attack. And I'll tell you now, I was surprised… But, it isn't important now. I must report to the general at once."

"Forty two men… Dead!"

Usagi stood unflinchingly, staring straight ahead with a firm salute. "Hai," she replied softly, her fists clenched tightly. "They were stronger than I had anticipated…"

"They were weak, Commander, obviously no match for you… War is a test, remember my words. If you die you are weak, and if you live, you are lucky. There is no strong in a battle."

Usagi bowed her head briefly. "I understand, Misuta."

"You are one of the lucky ones, Usagi. Risen high amongst the ranks at the gentle age of seventeen. You are but a teenager. A damn lucky one, I must say. You must not let yourself grow feeble!"

Usagi smiled inwardly at his words. "Arigatou. I will do my best to please you, Misuta."

"Don't try. Do." The older general acknowledged her with a firm salute, and then slowly exited her room.

Usagi, exhausted, heaved a sigh and flopped backwards onto her cot. Lucky? Is that really what she was? True, she had escaped many directed massacres, but most of the time her assassin would fall in love with her!

She quickly directed her attention towards the sound of her door sliding open. Realizing this, she made a swift grab for her gun, only to topple off of her bed and onto the cold floor.

"Having fun? I didn't know you did yoga." A young boy came in, a smug grin playing his lips. He regarded her position with a chuckle. "The secrets of females…"

Usagi groaned, and then cursed at him. "I was planning on putting a bullet through your head. I told you to knock before coming in here! I'll blow your head off next time!"

"This is my room, too!" He flipped his long, brown braid to the side carelessly. "If you could catch me, you mean. I'm quick and nimble when in comes to important situations!"

"Catch you? Judging by the time you get to your missions, I don't see what problems I'd have," she snorted, pulling herself back onto her bed. "Kuso! And your goddamn snoring!"

He shook his head and tossed another pretzel into his mouth. "Sure, I may be late sometimes, but I'm pretty damn cute! How could you shoot someone like me?"

Usagi wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Don't talk with your mouth full, handsome," she replied cattily. "It spoils the charm of your idiocy."

He simply shrugged, collapsing backwards beside her. "You know, I could have been worse. Consider yourself lucky! What if I was a selfish, lazy slob?"

'Lucky again?' Usagi stared back at him blankly. "That is different from you… How?"

"I don't see why I have to have a roommate, I am Commander," Usagi announced, particularly to herself. "I should have luxuries…"

"Because you needed a real man around," he replied, giving her a sharp nudge.

Usagi sweatdropped absently and shoved him to the side. "Duo Maxwell is no man, he's a joke."

Duo eyed her closely, a pretzel hanging from the corner of his mouth. "What are you getting at, reijou? I'm not a joke to the ladies! Ha!"

She shuddered. "Onegai… Spare me the torture…"

Duo's face crinkled into a scowl, and he stood himself up. "Well, since you've decided to be mean, I suppose it's time to get to my mission. I call it 'the switch.'"

Usagi sighed aloud. "It doesn't happen to have anything to do with unfortunate Chang, now, does it?"

"Seriously? You must be psychic!" Duo raised his eyebrows and quickly grinned. "As a matter of fact, it does."

Usagi shook her head slowly. "Poor Wufei… What is the brilliant plan this time, may I ask?"

Duo's grin broadened as he pulled out a small container. "I thought I'd liven up his hair a bit. The ponytail is way too tight… Anyways, Wu-man takes his usual shower tonight, so I'll do 'the switch' right before he realizes it… You know, switch the shampoo…"

"Kuso, kuso…" Usagi began to massage her temples. "I don't like the sound of 'liven up,' Duo. What is your definition of 'liven up,' heh?"

"Cotton candy pink!" Duo exclaimed blissfully.

"Hm… So you're planning on turning his hair into a food? No offense, Maxwell, but I really think he likes his hair as it is…" She let out a muffled laugh.

Duo shrugged casually. "Once a mission is ordered, a mission is completed."

"I don't think I'll be seeing you for quite a while, Maxwell, judging on the hell you're going to receive from Chang," Usagi snorted, flopping backwards.

"I never thought of that… Well, if the plan backfires, I'll blame it on you!"

Usagi pulled down an eyelid. "Nya, and if you do that, I'll just do a little refurnishing on Deathscythe. How about a happy theme? I could replace the scythe with a flower! Kawaii!"

Notes: Well, I am finished! I hope you thought it was satisfactory… To tell you the truth, I wasn't too happy with it. I'm debating on whether or not I should continue…