A.N: Hello everybody! I want to say a special thank you to Sailor
Grape and Maddy, who were the only people to review and pity me because I'm
sick! Anyway, thank you to everyone else who reviewed, they were awesome
and inspired my latest masterpiece! Lol, just joking. Umm…nothing much else
to say except I hope you like this chapter and review, review, review!
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For a brief moment, Usagi wondered if she could struggle her way out of the soldiers grasp, but then the door opened and she slumped down in her enemies grasp, giving in to defeat. Had her hands not been bound behind her back, she may have stood a chance, but as it was she had no advantage of escape whatsoever. They stepped inside the room and moved to its centre, stopping in front of a solitary desk. Usagi was too interested in the floor to see what the room looked like.
Heero moaned slightly and she tilted her head to look at him, watching as his eyes slowly opened. His gaze rested on her, and she frowned, shrugging slightly, which earned her a sharp jab to the ribs from the soldier holding her. Angry and frustrated, pushed beyond all reason of hope and lost in her own world of self pity, she finally snapped.
Screaming in fury, she stomped on the soldiers foot and when he let her go she turned and kicked him in the groin, knocking him down in a few short seconds. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your god damn hands off of me you chauvinistic little prick!" She yelled, one foot firmly planted on the side of his face, pressing it to the ground. She put more weight on it and glared down at him, making an odd sight. Her hands were bound behind her back and during her fight her hair had come loose of the braid, falling around her in liquid pools of molten silvery-gold. Her once cheery dress was now tattered and she was smudged with dirt, a twig or leaf tangled in her hair at places. How such a small girl could cause so much trouble, was a mystery to whoever looked at her now.
The remaining soldiers were about to advance when the person at the desk finally spoke. "Leave her be." Usagi froze and swallowed thickly, her throat suddenly impossibly dry. She stared desperately at Heero, but he could do nothing but stare back since he still had two guards on either side of him with another behind holding a gun to his head.
Heero mouthed something to her, but because of the tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn't see what he had said. Hopelessly, she took her foot off the soldiers face and stood straight, clenching her hands into fists. Closing her eyes and hanging her head, she slowly turned to face her precious Mamo-chan.
"Usako." Usagi winced at the endearment. It sounded just as inviting as always. The same sweet tone and loving pet name she had heard a dozen times before, only now, she knew it didn't come from the same loving man who had first used it. Slowly, she looked up, knowing if she didn't he would make her.
"…" She had meant to say something, but nothing would come except for a small whimper. He looked at her, staring into her eyes and doing wicked things to her insides, making her hands shake. He looked the same as always. Same messy black hair, irresistible eyes and movie star good looks. Usagi had truly loved him, and right now, she was painfully aware of why she had begun to fall for him in the first place.
Averting her eyes, she decided to instead study the room. It wasn't very big, but then again, it looked just to be an office. There was a filing cabinet off to her left and in front of her was a large mahogany desk. Behind it was the large comfy looking chair Mamoru sat on, but she skipped that part and looked over the desk instead. It was littered with papers and had files everywhere. A lamp sat at one corner and an electric sharpener sat at the other, a few pencils by it. The room had two thin columns on each side of the desk, connecting the floor to the roof. Her attention was brought back to Mamoru as he began to move.
He stood and slowly walked around the desk, looking almost graceful and reminding her of a predator stealthily tracking its prey. He stopped in front of her and she turned her head away, blinking back tears. She almost felt…guilty.
He placed a hand under her chin and gently drew her face back towards him, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. "Usako, I've missed you." He whispered softly, pulling her into a hug. Usagi just leaned against him, cringing as his hands began to slide down her arms intimately. *He wouldn't do that to me here, would he?*
Surprisingly, his hands stopped at her bound wrists, moving off of her as he undid the restraints and let the rope fall to the floor. "Mamo-chan?" Her voice was soft and wavering, almost non existent, but he caught the silent question in her voice and pulled away enough to look in her eyes.
"Usako, I don't blame you." He smiled, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I never would." Mamoru hugged her again and looked over her shoulder at the other prisoner. "As for you, you'll be dead shortly."
"No!" Usagi pulled away and turned to look at Heero, struggling against Mamoru as he clasped his arms around her waist. "You can't!" Knowing she could never rival Mamoru's strength, Usagi turned in his arms to once again face him, her eyes pleading and her expression plainly one of fear. "Please don't hurt him, he had nothing to do with this!"
Mamoru frowned down at her, angry that she would want to protect the young Gundam pilot. What had happened to her since she had run away with that traitor Haruka? His eyes darkened as he wondered if Haruka had been caught in the explosion. Probably not, but then again, that would just give him the chance to kill her personally next time. She had ruined everything for him since the day Usagi had heard her name. His sweet Usako had been completely happy with him until Haruka had poisoned her mind and convinced her to run away. She would come to regret her meddling dearly.
He snapped out of his thoughts as Usagi reached her arms around him in a hug, taking him by surprise. "Please Mamo-chan, no more deaths." She whispered, burying her head in his shirt. He could feel the material dampen and figured she must be crying. She was so pretty when she cried. He lifted her face in his hands and smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry Usako, but there has to be. He has to be made an example of." He smoothed down her hair, taking in her appearance with slight amusement. "And you will have to watch so that you know what happens to people who would keep you from me." Usagi let out a sob and tried to turn away, but he forced her to stay looking up at him. *Yes, so pretty when you cry.* He thought, smiling and bending is head to place a small butterfly kiss on her damp cheek. "Don't worry, it won't be the hardest thing you've ever watched." She whispered something he didn't quite catch, so he pulled away and placed his hands back at her waist, staring at her. "What?"
She swallowed and looked down at her hands, which rested on his chest. "I said…I watched you change." She whispered. He stared down at her, confused. What did she mean by that?
A soldier burst into the room, catching everyone off guard. Panting heavily, he bowed in front of Mamoru, leaning his hands on his knees. "Sir…more…enemies…are…in…" He drifted off at the look on his masters face.
Mamoru was pissed off. He had just gotten his Usako back and now he had to leave her to deal with something his idiotic guard couldn't do themselves? He definitely needed to hire new men. Looking down at Usagi, he kissed her on the forehead and spun her behind him against the desk, leaning over her and reaching into a drawer to pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Sorry Usako," He said as he snapped them around her wrists, locking them around one of the columns, "but you won't get away again." Taking one last look at her, he turned and headed out the door, leaving the five soldiers that had escorted them inside to watch them.
Heero waited for the door to close before elbowing one guard in the gut and kicking the other when he got even the slightest freedom. Doing a spin kick, he knocked both down and then shouldered the third into the last two.
One of the soldiers went to draw his gun, but Usagi kicked it out of his hands and then kicked him in the face. "Heero, get out of here!"
Heero just ignored her and moved behind her so her hands could reach the knot in his rope. "Untie me." Usagi frowned but did as he asked, although a bit awkwardly. The ropes were thrown down and Heero turned and worked on her handcuffs, managing to get them off even though he didn't have the key.
Usagi rubbed her wrists, muttering a thank you as she kicked the closest soldier on the ground. The doorknob turned and they shared a glance before dropping to the floor, ready to spring on whoever it was.
Quatre poked his head through the door, looking around before fully stepping through. Raising his eyebrows at the soldiers on the ground, and the fact they were still alive, he decided not to ask right now and instead offered a hand out to Usagi, pulling her up from her crouched position. "Hey guys, ready to go?" He asked, smiling as if they were at the mall or something.
"Most definitely." Usagi sighed. She was stepping over the man she had kicked when he grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall and severely twist it. Grunting in pain, she used her arms to brace her fall and rolled onto her back when she landed, using her good foot to kick him as hard as she could. There was a sickening crunch, but it was just the sound of his collarbone breaking. "Damn!" She cursed, frustrated and feeling rather cranky by now.
Quatre kneeled beside her on her left while Heero did the same on her right. "Can you walk Miss Usagi?" He asked, looking at her ankle, which was bent at an angle that didn't look too healthy. She shook her head biting her lip.
Heero frowned and slipped one hand under her knees and the other behind her back, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. "Where are the others?"
"Holding back the guards so we have a clear escape route." Quatre answered, disarming the unconscious soldiers in the room. There was a large explosion somewhere in the base, making both pilots lose their balance briefly before finally finding their footing. Quatre frowned and shook his head, hurriedly tying down the guards. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
(A few minutes before Quatre appeared)
Wufei shot down another soldier as the group moved swiftly down the hall, clearing their path any way they could. Duo had gone the other direction with Trowa to set charges on the opposite side of the base, knocking down whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his way. Quatre was in front of him, currently engaged in hand to hand combat with a man around twice his size.
The blonde may have looked harmless, but on a mission he could be sometimes more effective then the other pilots. He knew how to combine his fighting skills and his wits, which was why he was hard to best in battle. Add to that the fact he had once completely snapped, and you would definitely see you did not want to piss him off.
Wufei scowled as a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes rushed out of a room not far ahead, heading deeper into the base and away from the fighting. Twisting out of the way of a bullet, he shot two more guards before they could reach them and turned to yell to Quatre. "The room up ahead!" Quatre nodded and pushed through the soldiers, soon coming to the door.
As he disappeared into the room, Duo and Trowa came running up behind Wufei, yelling at each other.
"It wasn't my fault you dropped the charge!" Duo shouted, kicking a soldier out of his way. Trowa just frowned and shook his head.
"Duo, you ran into me from behind."
"Yeah, probably because of that giant coming out of nowhere and knocking me down!"
"He was only a few inches taller then you!"
"That's not what it felt like!"
Wufei turned and glared at the two bickering pilots, effectively shutting them up. "What are you two fighting about?" Trowa stayed silent so Duo answered.
"The, uhh, charges have a few minutes knocked off the timer, so we better hurry." He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Wufei cursed and looked towards the office Quatra had gone into. "How long do we have?"
Any answer that may have come was completely cut off as one of the charges went off, throwing the trio off their feet and slamming Duo into the wall. Trowa got up and pulled Duo to his feet, turning to shrug at Wufei.
"Let's go!" They all turned to see Quatre running towards them, followed by Heero who was carrying Usagi. "Hurry up!"
The six swiftly reached the stairs that led out of the base, dashing up the steps and hurling themselves onto the ground just as the second charge detonated, completely engulfing the base in flames. Debris flew everywhere around the pilots, landing all over the place but not really harming them.
The only sound uttered by anyone after the blast came from Usagi, who was softly crying underneath Heero, who had covered her to protect her from the blast, completely over stressed.
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Relena decided to change into some street clothes while she waited for Rei and Haruka to come back. They had managed to clear the hall where the explosion had taken place and now Relena was dreading the coming evening, since she knew the media would want to know how a bomb got into the pacifist school.
Perhaps she could say some student was trying a chemistry experiment that completely messed up? It sounded a little weak, but if she couldn't find any better excuses, that one would have to do. Not that she liked lying to the public, but things would go more smoothly if they just didn't know what was actually going on.
She pulled a pale pink sweater over her head and gazed into the mirror, nodding at her outfit for a moment. She was wearing dark blue jeans and pale yellow sneakers with a pale yellow shirt barely visible under her pink sweater. It was rare she could change into comfortable street clothes, but for now she was going to take advantage of the chance.
A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly. Calming down, she opened the door a ushered Rei and Haruka inside, closing it behind them. Haruka was now wearing black baggy jeans and a white shirt under a button up dark blue shirt that was left unbuttoned, and Rei was wearing a dark purple mini-skirt with a dark red tank top and a matching sweater. Both were standing near her bed, waiting for her to come over so they could talk.
Relena crossed the room and sat in a nearby chair, waiting to hear what they would do now. It was Rei who started speaking.
"Usa and all of the guys are missing, so I'm thinking she's with them and safe. Or at least I hope so. We have absolutely nothing to go on, and everyone is watching you Relena, so I think it best if we wait here till dark and if Usa doesn't show…"
Haruka was about to protest, but Rei clapped a hand over her mouth. "There's nothing we can do!" She yelled, shaking the older woman. Finally, Haruka nodded and sat, glaring at Rei.
"I hope they get back soon." Relena whispered, looking out her window at the school grounds. Although she was worried for everyone, her main thoughts were centred on a certain messy haired pilot.
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A.N: All done! And it's a bit longer then usual too! Read and review, and if I get lots I'll have the next chapter out in a day!
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For a brief moment, Usagi wondered if she could struggle her way out of the soldiers grasp, but then the door opened and she slumped down in her enemies grasp, giving in to defeat. Had her hands not been bound behind her back, she may have stood a chance, but as it was she had no advantage of escape whatsoever. They stepped inside the room and moved to its centre, stopping in front of a solitary desk. Usagi was too interested in the floor to see what the room looked like.
Heero moaned slightly and she tilted her head to look at him, watching as his eyes slowly opened. His gaze rested on her, and she frowned, shrugging slightly, which earned her a sharp jab to the ribs from the soldier holding her. Angry and frustrated, pushed beyond all reason of hope and lost in her own world of self pity, she finally snapped.
Screaming in fury, she stomped on the soldiers foot and when he let her go she turned and kicked him in the groin, knocking him down in a few short seconds. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your god damn hands off of me you chauvinistic little prick!" She yelled, one foot firmly planted on the side of his face, pressing it to the ground. She put more weight on it and glared down at him, making an odd sight. Her hands were bound behind her back and during her fight her hair had come loose of the braid, falling around her in liquid pools of molten silvery-gold. Her once cheery dress was now tattered and she was smudged with dirt, a twig or leaf tangled in her hair at places. How such a small girl could cause so much trouble, was a mystery to whoever looked at her now.
The remaining soldiers were about to advance when the person at the desk finally spoke. "Leave her be." Usagi froze and swallowed thickly, her throat suddenly impossibly dry. She stared desperately at Heero, but he could do nothing but stare back since he still had two guards on either side of him with another behind holding a gun to his head.
Heero mouthed something to her, but because of the tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn't see what he had said. Hopelessly, she took her foot off the soldiers face and stood straight, clenching her hands into fists. Closing her eyes and hanging her head, she slowly turned to face her precious Mamo-chan.
"Usako." Usagi winced at the endearment. It sounded just as inviting as always. The same sweet tone and loving pet name she had heard a dozen times before, only now, she knew it didn't come from the same loving man who had first used it. Slowly, she looked up, knowing if she didn't he would make her.
"…" She had meant to say something, but nothing would come except for a small whimper. He looked at her, staring into her eyes and doing wicked things to her insides, making her hands shake. He looked the same as always. Same messy black hair, irresistible eyes and movie star good looks. Usagi had truly loved him, and right now, she was painfully aware of why she had begun to fall for him in the first place.
Averting her eyes, she decided to instead study the room. It wasn't very big, but then again, it looked just to be an office. There was a filing cabinet off to her left and in front of her was a large mahogany desk. Behind it was the large comfy looking chair Mamoru sat on, but she skipped that part and looked over the desk instead. It was littered with papers and had files everywhere. A lamp sat at one corner and an electric sharpener sat at the other, a few pencils by it. The room had two thin columns on each side of the desk, connecting the floor to the roof. Her attention was brought back to Mamoru as he began to move.
He stood and slowly walked around the desk, looking almost graceful and reminding her of a predator stealthily tracking its prey. He stopped in front of her and she turned her head away, blinking back tears. She almost felt…guilty.
He placed a hand under her chin and gently drew her face back towards him, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. "Usako, I've missed you." He whispered softly, pulling her into a hug. Usagi just leaned against him, cringing as his hands began to slide down her arms intimately. *He wouldn't do that to me here, would he?*
Surprisingly, his hands stopped at her bound wrists, moving off of her as he undid the restraints and let the rope fall to the floor. "Mamo-chan?" Her voice was soft and wavering, almost non existent, but he caught the silent question in her voice and pulled away enough to look in her eyes.
"Usako, I don't blame you." He smiled, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I never would." Mamoru hugged her again and looked over her shoulder at the other prisoner. "As for you, you'll be dead shortly."
"No!" Usagi pulled away and turned to look at Heero, struggling against Mamoru as he clasped his arms around her waist. "You can't!" Knowing she could never rival Mamoru's strength, Usagi turned in his arms to once again face him, her eyes pleading and her expression plainly one of fear. "Please don't hurt him, he had nothing to do with this!"
Mamoru frowned down at her, angry that she would want to protect the young Gundam pilot. What had happened to her since she had run away with that traitor Haruka? His eyes darkened as he wondered if Haruka had been caught in the explosion. Probably not, but then again, that would just give him the chance to kill her personally next time. She had ruined everything for him since the day Usagi had heard her name. His sweet Usako had been completely happy with him until Haruka had poisoned her mind and convinced her to run away. She would come to regret her meddling dearly.
He snapped out of his thoughts as Usagi reached her arms around him in a hug, taking him by surprise. "Please Mamo-chan, no more deaths." She whispered, burying her head in his shirt. He could feel the material dampen and figured she must be crying. She was so pretty when she cried. He lifted her face in his hands and smiled down at her.
"I'm sorry Usako, but there has to be. He has to be made an example of." He smoothed down her hair, taking in her appearance with slight amusement. "And you will have to watch so that you know what happens to people who would keep you from me." Usagi let out a sob and tried to turn away, but he forced her to stay looking up at him. *Yes, so pretty when you cry.* He thought, smiling and bending is head to place a small butterfly kiss on her damp cheek. "Don't worry, it won't be the hardest thing you've ever watched." She whispered something he didn't quite catch, so he pulled away and placed his hands back at her waist, staring at her. "What?"
She swallowed and looked down at her hands, which rested on his chest. "I said…I watched you change." She whispered. He stared down at her, confused. What did she mean by that?
A soldier burst into the room, catching everyone off guard. Panting heavily, he bowed in front of Mamoru, leaning his hands on his knees. "Sir…more…enemies…are…in…" He drifted off at the look on his masters face.
Mamoru was pissed off. He had just gotten his Usako back and now he had to leave her to deal with something his idiotic guard couldn't do themselves? He definitely needed to hire new men. Looking down at Usagi, he kissed her on the forehead and spun her behind him against the desk, leaning over her and reaching into a drawer to pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Sorry Usako," He said as he snapped them around her wrists, locking them around one of the columns, "but you won't get away again." Taking one last look at her, he turned and headed out the door, leaving the five soldiers that had escorted them inside to watch them.
Heero waited for the door to close before elbowing one guard in the gut and kicking the other when he got even the slightest freedom. Doing a spin kick, he knocked both down and then shouldered the third into the last two.
One of the soldiers went to draw his gun, but Usagi kicked it out of his hands and then kicked him in the face. "Heero, get out of here!"
Heero just ignored her and moved behind her so her hands could reach the knot in his rope. "Untie me." Usagi frowned but did as he asked, although a bit awkwardly. The ropes were thrown down and Heero turned and worked on her handcuffs, managing to get them off even though he didn't have the key.
Usagi rubbed her wrists, muttering a thank you as she kicked the closest soldier on the ground. The doorknob turned and they shared a glance before dropping to the floor, ready to spring on whoever it was.
Quatre poked his head through the door, looking around before fully stepping through. Raising his eyebrows at the soldiers on the ground, and the fact they were still alive, he decided not to ask right now and instead offered a hand out to Usagi, pulling her up from her crouched position. "Hey guys, ready to go?" He asked, smiling as if they were at the mall or something.
"Most definitely." Usagi sighed. She was stepping over the man she had kicked when he grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall and severely twist it. Grunting in pain, she used her arms to brace her fall and rolled onto her back when she landed, using her good foot to kick him as hard as she could. There was a sickening crunch, but it was just the sound of his collarbone breaking. "Damn!" She cursed, frustrated and feeling rather cranky by now.
Quatre kneeled beside her on her left while Heero did the same on her right. "Can you walk Miss Usagi?" He asked, looking at her ankle, which was bent at an angle that didn't look too healthy. She shook her head biting her lip.
Heero frowned and slipped one hand under her knees and the other behind her back, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. "Where are the others?"
"Holding back the guards so we have a clear escape route." Quatre answered, disarming the unconscious soldiers in the room. There was a large explosion somewhere in the base, making both pilots lose their balance briefly before finally finding their footing. Quatre frowned and shook his head, hurriedly tying down the guards. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
(A few minutes before Quatre appeared)
Wufei shot down another soldier as the group moved swiftly down the hall, clearing their path any way they could. Duo had gone the other direction with Trowa to set charges on the opposite side of the base, knocking down whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his way. Quatre was in front of him, currently engaged in hand to hand combat with a man around twice his size.
The blonde may have looked harmless, but on a mission he could be sometimes more effective then the other pilots. He knew how to combine his fighting skills and his wits, which was why he was hard to best in battle. Add to that the fact he had once completely snapped, and you would definitely see you did not want to piss him off.
Wufei scowled as a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes rushed out of a room not far ahead, heading deeper into the base and away from the fighting. Twisting out of the way of a bullet, he shot two more guards before they could reach them and turned to yell to Quatre. "The room up ahead!" Quatre nodded and pushed through the soldiers, soon coming to the door.
As he disappeared into the room, Duo and Trowa came running up behind Wufei, yelling at each other.
"It wasn't my fault you dropped the charge!" Duo shouted, kicking a soldier out of his way. Trowa just frowned and shook his head.
"Duo, you ran into me from behind."
"Yeah, probably because of that giant coming out of nowhere and knocking me down!"
"He was only a few inches taller then you!"
"That's not what it felt like!"
Wufei turned and glared at the two bickering pilots, effectively shutting them up. "What are you two fighting about?" Trowa stayed silent so Duo answered.
"The, uhh, charges have a few minutes knocked off the timer, so we better hurry." He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his head nervously.
Wufei cursed and looked towards the office Quatra had gone into. "How long do we have?"
Any answer that may have come was completely cut off as one of the charges went off, throwing the trio off their feet and slamming Duo into the wall. Trowa got up and pulled Duo to his feet, turning to shrug at Wufei.
"Let's go!" They all turned to see Quatre running towards them, followed by Heero who was carrying Usagi. "Hurry up!"
The six swiftly reached the stairs that led out of the base, dashing up the steps and hurling themselves onto the ground just as the second charge detonated, completely engulfing the base in flames. Debris flew everywhere around the pilots, landing all over the place but not really harming them.
The only sound uttered by anyone after the blast came from Usagi, who was softly crying underneath Heero, who had covered her to protect her from the blast, completely over stressed.
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Relena decided to change into some street clothes while she waited for Rei and Haruka to come back. They had managed to clear the hall where the explosion had taken place and now Relena was dreading the coming evening, since she knew the media would want to know how a bomb got into the pacifist school.
Perhaps she could say some student was trying a chemistry experiment that completely messed up? It sounded a little weak, but if she couldn't find any better excuses, that one would have to do. Not that she liked lying to the public, but things would go more smoothly if they just didn't know what was actually going on.
She pulled a pale pink sweater over her head and gazed into the mirror, nodding at her outfit for a moment. She was wearing dark blue jeans and pale yellow sneakers with a pale yellow shirt barely visible under her pink sweater. It was rare she could change into comfortable street clothes, but for now she was going to take advantage of the chance.
A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly. Calming down, she opened the door a ushered Rei and Haruka inside, closing it behind them. Haruka was now wearing black baggy jeans and a white shirt under a button up dark blue shirt that was left unbuttoned, and Rei was wearing a dark purple mini-skirt with a dark red tank top and a matching sweater. Both were standing near her bed, waiting for her to come over so they could talk.
Relena crossed the room and sat in a nearby chair, waiting to hear what they would do now. It was Rei who started speaking.
"Usa and all of the guys are missing, so I'm thinking she's with them and safe. Or at least I hope so. We have absolutely nothing to go on, and everyone is watching you Relena, so I think it best if we wait here till dark and if Usa doesn't show…"
Haruka was about to protest, but Rei clapped a hand over her mouth. "There's nothing we can do!" She yelled, shaking the older woman. Finally, Haruka nodded and sat, glaring at Rei.
"I hope they get back soon." Relena whispered, looking out her window at the school grounds. Although she was worried for everyone, her main thoughts were centred on a certain messy haired pilot.
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A.N: All done! And it's a bit longer then usual too! Read and review, and if I get lots I'll have the next chapter out in a day!