Men with Guns
Chapter 6 - The Kiss
Heero held back the urge to smile as he watched Usagi guide herself through the movements. Her body twisted elegantly as she slowly practiced her fighting technique, something resembling tai chi as far as he could tell. She had been there for nearly three hours and still showed no signs of becoming bored or tired which impressed Heero greatly. The unruly haired youth stood completely in the shadows, back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed over his chest. His head was tilted down so that his chin touched his chest, but his deep prussian blue eyes were fixed intently on the silver haired girl in the middle of the room through his bangs.
His eyes flickered to the face of his watch; the black numbers barely seen against the dark. It was nearly midnight. She would be stopping soon, her training schedule very strict even though Duo had a week off training so that he and Hilde could check up on the steelyard back on the colonies. Dr M had finished her evaluation of him and was analysing the variables she had been given. Dr J was fascinated by Usagi's fighting technique and was avidly questioning her for his research. Trowa and Catherine were planing the final details of their wedding: catering, mailing invites, the reception and such. Wufei was training intensely just so he could keep up with Usagi; who still found constant amusement in hiding his katana. And Quatra was swamped in work; something about a plant manager expanding a Winner Foundation operation without gaining permission and cutting into a National Forestry Reserve. Now not only did Quatra have to deal with cancelling the materials and workers the plant manager had arranged, but angry environmentalists were also shoving themselves down his throat.
That left himself. Heero wasn't sure what to do with himself. During the war his life had consisted solely of accepting missions and fighting OZ. But now with the war over there was no-one to fight, nothing the people needed him to do for them, and the Perfect Soldier found his life empty very quickly. He knew he should leave Quatra's and return to the motor garage where he worked, but he'd be damned if he could find the will to leave Usagi anyway. Whenever the idea of being without his Golden Angel his heart clenched and his breathing became hard. It was almost like his whole body shut down.
He started out of his thoughts, however, when a small beep came from Usagi's wrist watch indicating it had just turned 12 0'clock. His eyes stayed fixed on the silver haired angel as she relaxed from the stance she was in and locked her fingers together and stretched them over her head. Heero stopped breathing as his eyes roamed unconsously over her form; arched back, straight arms, slightly spread legs, tilted head, long slightly tanned neck, well rounded chest (give him a brake he's 20 years old!). The prussian eyed bot wasn't sure if he made any noise as he watched but as Usagi gently returned her arms to her side he midnight eyes slid to his. Blue clashed with blue as she gracefully stalked her way over to him, beautifully dangerous like a panther on the prowl. Heero hid his startled look as she came to a stop in front of him. Her head tilted to the side as she contemplated something.
"You're good at that." She said softly, a bemused smile gently spreading from her lips.
"Huh?" Heero blinked.
"Disappearing. When you don't want anyone to know you're around you sort of just. put up a wall. It hides you from my senses and it's like you're not even there." She told him. "Was your life so hard that you find yourself needing to hide from me?"
Heero was startled at the emotions behind her words. Her voice was gentle as she spoke to him, and he was forced to suppress a shudder of excitement. "I." What was it about this girl that made him so unsure of himself and his training? Memories of his childhood swamped his mind as he remembered all the punishment he suffered during his training to become the perfect soldier. All the pain and loneliness he went through as he learned to block his emotions and close off his humanity suddenly resurface. Heero silently gasped as he fought to keep from collapsing. Usagi's worried face swam before his vision and closing his eyes , he took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself.
"Heero?" Usagi's worried tone brought his eyes open with a snap. Her midnight blue eyes were fixed on him avidly as she waited to see if he was okay. He didn't know why but he forced himself to smile as he brought a hand to his head, where a pounding headache slammed into his skull.
"You gave me a scare." Usagi said with a breath of relief. Heero's eyes widened at her words.
*you.you care?* But his thoughts were interrupted as his headache worsened. He winced as it became hard to concentrate on anything. Usagi frowned as she watched the unruly haired boys face twist in pain. Softly she reached a hand up to brush his long bangs out of his eyes. Heero looked up, startled at her touch.
"Come on," Usagi gently wrapped an arm around his waist. "Let's get you to bed." Heero stared down at her blankly, his headache getting worse and worse as his conscience fought his sub conscience. He blinked, trying to focus as he felt Usagi lead him somewhere. His world was in a haze of pain as he strove to keep conscious. Vaguely he felt himself lowered onto something soft. He cracked his eyes open and Usagi's face came into focus, just before the darkness claimed his mind.
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His feet pounded the ground as he ran, leaping over the wire fence and landing in a crouch in a small field. He ran to a small hill covered with tiny white flowers and somersaulted onto his back, laughing joyfully at the feeling of being free. As his laughter died down he tore his eyes away from the crystal blue sky to see a young girl in a sundress and straw hat standing next to him.
"Are you lost?" The girl asked. Tilting her head to the side. Hearing the innocence in her voice sent a pang of envy through him. If only he could be oblivious to the horrors of war.
"I've been lost since the day I was born." He confessed, pushing the feeling a side and sitting up and leading on his arms so he could look at her.
"Oh. I'm not lost. I'm just walking Mary." The girl looked down at her side and for the first time he noticed the small puppy sitting obediently at her feet. The puppy looked at him innocently, tipping his head to the side in curiosity just like it's mistress before letting out an excited yap and began pulling playfully at its leash. The girl laughed and waved good-bye, allowing herself to be lead away by the small dog. He watched until they disappeared into a nearby apartment building before turning back to the sky.
Nighttime came and he watched from his place in the shadows as a loud explosion rang into the silence and the OZ base was engulfed in flames.
"Mission complete." He stated in monotone. He was just turning away when a dormant mobile suit at the edge of the complex was hit by a shock wave from a smaller explosion with in the inferno and started to fall backwards onto the apartment building he had seen the girl from earlier enter. His eyes widened as he started to sprint forward, but he was too late - and there was nothing much he could have done anyway. The mobile suit fell with a crash directly into the building. The apartments crumbled under the weight of the machine. The screams of the apartment's occupants reached his ears as the rest of the building collapsed underneath their feet and over their heads.
"No."
Carefully he walked through the rubble. Dread filled his heart as he cat his gaze over what remained of the apartments. Out of the corner of his eyes something small caught his eyes. Looking closer he found it was the puppy, Mary he remembered, that had been with the girl he met earlier. Gently he picked up the soft body and cradled it in his arms. His feet crunched over the debris as he walked away, his eyes staring straight ahead and totally blank of emotions. Around him he felt everything shift and change, becoming a swirling portal of darkness. He felt it invade his mind, consuming him, sending him plummeting into a void of nothingness. It surrounded him, entered his heart and made everything numb, blacking out the painful ache in his chest. Deeper and deeper he fell, letting nothing bring him back.
"Heero." A gentle voice echoed around him, soft and calming, like a gentle breeze washing over him.
*Go away* He said back in his mind, turning away from the voice.
"Heero." A small pinpoint of light appeared in the dark. Small at first, but growing larger as the voice continued to call his name. And as the light chased away the darkness it also chased away the numbness in his heart, bringing out the ache of his conscience.
*No! I don't want to go back. It's too lonely and cruel. Here I don't have to feel, don't have to be hurt!* He yelled in his mind as he struggled against the pull of the light. But it was no good. Just as the light chased away the darkness which brought numbness, the light brought a warmth that spread over him like a blanket and cocooned him within itself. It radiated through him and although it didn't erase the ache in his heart it did engulf it, it's light slowly but surely spread its warmth and eased the pain until it was nearly gone.
"Heero." The voice called again, pulling him back to the world of light.
The boy groaned softly and fought to open his eyes. His eyelids flickered and cracked open. Light flooded his vision and he struggled to open his eyes further. A feathery soft touch swept across his forehead, brushing his long brown bangs out of his face. His gaze immediately locked on Usagi. Her silvery-white hair was slightly messy, and her bangs looked like they had been finger-combed recently. But her eyes. her beautiful midnight eyes were soft and filled with caring, friendship concern and. love.
"Shhh." She whispered softly to him, continuing to stroke his forehead gently. "You were having a bad dream, get some rest now, kay?" Heero nodded his head wearily and allowed his eyes to close. Sleep claimed him almost instantly, but not before he felt the sensation of her warm lips on his skin as she kissed his forehead.
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The warm rays of the sun gently bathed his face, drawing him from the dreamless sleep he had been submerged in. His fore head scrunched up as he shut his eyes tightly, just before opening them. He was forced to blink a couple of times to adjust his vision, but when he could finally see he was startled by what met his gaze. This wasn't his room. But then where was he? It was right about then that he noticed someone lying next to him. Carefully turning his head he found Usagi holding him tightly, still fast asleep. His head was resting in the crook of her shoulder, one arm curled under his back and around to where it rested on his stomach, and the other resting down the side of his chest closest to her so her fingers laced together. Her own head was resting just above his own and her body was curled to fit perfectly with his. Her peachy lips were parted ever so slightly and her silver hair was loosely draped over her shoulders with a few stray strands falling into her face.
Softly he reached up, his hand hesitant to brush the hair out of her eyes just like she had done to him last night. But Usagi only breathed deep and snuggled closer to him. Heero smiled slightly as he recalled just how deeply she slept. Far worse than Duo. Totally content to just stay where he was Heero shifted until he was facing her and wrapped his arms around Usagi's slender waist, closing his eyes again and drifting to sleep once more.
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Usagi shifted, unwilling to leave the warmth of sleep but knowing it was inevitable. With a deep breath her eyes fluttered open, immediately landing on the top of Heero's unruly brown hair. She squinted as she tried to remember what happened.
*Oh, yeah.* Heero had been having bad dreams. On closer inspection she saw that the prussian eyed boy was still sleeping, although now he seemed more happy in his sleep than he did before. She also noted that his arms were locked tightly around her waist. She wouldn't have bothered moving if it wasn't for the hollow feeling in her stomach telling her she was hungry. Carefully she tried to slip out of his grip. But Heero felt her move and his eyes opened and he looked up to lock eyes with her.
Usagi smiled softly. "Sorry to wake you."
"It's okay." He said softly back, not letting go of his hold on her. The two lay there in a comfortable silence until Heero lifted his head and looked straight in her eye. Usagi's brow furrowed in confusion and she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong when she was stopped in her tracks as Heero swiftly lowered his head to press his lips to hers. The touch was gentle at first as he tentively awaited her reaction. Usagi was a little stunned at the boys sudden move, but the feel of his lips resting against hers broke her trance and she began to move her lips against his.
Heero shifted his body, not breaking the kiss as he moved to pin the blonde under the weight of his body. His elbows either side of her waist the boy pressed his lips harder against hers, deepening the kiss. Usagi kissed him right back, her hands resting on his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer. She arched her back, pushing herself against his body. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him. The dark haired boy lightly flicked his tongue over her lips and the girl readily welcomed him into her mouth. Lifting a hand from her side he gently grasped her chin to give him better access to her mouth, exploring the moist cavern with his tongue with an urgency that he couldn't and didn't want to explain right now. He lost himself in the tidal wave of passion as in the very back of his mind he vaguely realised that this was what her had been craving all these years. A completeness of the heart that only Usagi, his Usa-chan, provided.
So wrapped up in the kiss the couple didn't notice the knock on the door, Heero too busy sliding his hand under the dark blue undershirt that Usagi was still wearing from last nights training. Usagi moaned as the warmth of his hands caused her stomach muscles to tense half in surprise, half in arousal. Usagi's arms snaked their way from around his shoulders, down his chest, across his stomach and finally resting on the waistband of his pants. Her thumbs hocked inside the waistband, and she was about to start shedding clothing when the person pounding at the door finally got tired of waiting and opened the door.
A loud gasp caused the couple to finally broke the kiss, their gaze averted to the door. Their breathing was laboured and coming in gasps as they tried to draw air into their oxygen deprived lungs. By the door stood Trowa, frozen in place as he saw what he was interrupting. Both Heero and Usagi stared at him, obviously wondering what he wanted. Shaking his head to gather his thoughts the uni-banged boy turned to address Heero.
"Dr J is looking for you. He's been trying to find you all morning." Trowa announced. Usagi glanced at her bedside clock. 12:56!! Christ! She didn't realise it was so late in the day. Having delivered his message Trowa quickly left, not wanting to disturb the lovers any longer. Usagi and Heero continued to stare numbly at the place in which seconds ago Trowa had stood.
"Geeze, he couldn't have waited half an hour?!" Usagi exclaimed in exasperation, recovering from the shock first. She blinked in surprise as above her she felt Heero stiffen. Glancing up she saw Heero's emotionless mask settle over his features once more, blocking off any feelings or reactions he might have had. Before Usagi could ask what was wrong the Perfect Soldier rolled off her and stood up, leaving a bewildered semi- saiyajin in his wake.
"Heero?" Usagi questioned softly, pulling herself up so that she was sitting, her legs pulled comfortably under her. He didn't answer, ignoring the soft pleading of her voice that made his heart ache as he checked to make sure he still carried his gun.
"Heero, what's wrong?" The silver-haired girl moved to the side of the bed and reached out to caress his face. But the boy's hand shot up and roughly knocked it away. His prussian eyes avoided her own, knowing he would melt at the hurt look in her midnight depths. Usagi gazed at him in heartache and confusion. Her lips parted as she went to speak his name again but her words froze in her throat as his gaze snapped to hers. She almost reeled back at the hard, cold stare he gave her.
Heero was silently berating himself for being such a fool. What on Earth was he thinking, kissing her like that?! But he hadn't been thinking. Only acting on his emotions. And that's what had gotten him into trouble. Usa-chan. Usagi, he corrected himself, had caused him to weaken show his emotions. Something he should never, ever had done. And something he would never do again. Schooling his features to hide all emotions to the outside world the boy looked up to immediately lock eyes with a startle Usagi. He watched from behind cold blue eyes as she began to search almost desperately for any indication of the passion or love she had seen in his gaze barely a minute before. But she found nothing.
Heero narrowed his eyes just to get his point across one more time as he saw realisation set in Usagi's eyes. The Prefect Soldier within him smirked in satisfaction. But also within him the real Heero, the one that craved attention and wanted to show his emotions, to fall to his knees and then and there tell Usagi he loved her, was struggling violently against the inner walls Heero had built to block him off.
The Perfect Soldier watched as Usagi sat back, either from shock or sadness he didn't know. But just as he was about to announce he was leaving when Usagi's expression changed. Gone was the hurt innocent looking girl that had been there a second ago. In her place was a woman. a warrior with experience in battle to match his own and her expression showed it. Like his her face was blocked of all emotion, completely set in stone. Her eyes darkened a few shades and narrowed in a glare.
"Get out." He was shocked at the sound of her cold voice, so different from the light-hearted tones she normally used. Turning her back to him the woman got off the bed and stooped to pick up her black over shirt. Quickly slipping it on the girl checked to make sure she had her dino-caps before starting for the door. Heero's mask fell, totally forgotten as he felt his heart clenched in pain. The chibi-perfect soldier within him struggled to regain control but the pain of the emotional blow Usagi had just sent him was staggering. The thought of Usagi hating him indicted a sharp stab of pain from his chest, like a knife being plunged into his heart and twisted painfully.
"Usagi," His voice was hoarse and deep, his usual monotone jading his plea to make it sound more like a statement.
"Don't!" She barked out harshly, pausing just metres away from the door but refusing to turn to face him. "You put as much passion into that kiss as I did, it wasn't one sided. But obviously it ment more to me than it did to you." Heero felt the knife in his heart give another painful twist. Oh, God. She thought he was going to deny everything he felt when they kissed. The completion, the love, the acceptance he felt from her. She thought it had all ment nothing to him. "So obviously we have some clashing issues here. But don't worry. I'm already wiping my mind of the whole situation. As far as I'm concerned the sooner this is forgotten; the better."
Once again the knife was twisted, further and deeper. But Usagi still had her back to him and missed the pained expression on Heero's face as she continued to the door. Pushing the pain in his heart to the side as far as possible Heero rushed to catch the fleeing woman. His hand wrapped around her wrist just as she opened the door.
"Don't. waste my time." She spoke through gritted teeth. And then she was gone.
*Cowers* Don't hate me! I know it looks bad, but I promise I have it all under control. In the next chapter Heero is way out of character as he does some soul searching, and we have some interesting revelations concerning Dr M. You'll want to stick around to find out what. Till next time.
Chapter 6 - The Kiss
Heero held back the urge to smile as he watched Usagi guide herself through the movements. Her body twisted elegantly as she slowly practiced her fighting technique, something resembling tai chi as far as he could tell. She had been there for nearly three hours and still showed no signs of becoming bored or tired which impressed Heero greatly. The unruly haired youth stood completely in the shadows, back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles and arms crossed over his chest. His head was tilted down so that his chin touched his chest, but his deep prussian blue eyes were fixed intently on the silver haired girl in the middle of the room through his bangs.
His eyes flickered to the face of his watch; the black numbers barely seen against the dark. It was nearly midnight. She would be stopping soon, her training schedule very strict even though Duo had a week off training so that he and Hilde could check up on the steelyard back on the colonies. Dr M had finished her evaluation of him and was analysing the variables she had been given. Dr J was fascinated by Usagi's fighting technique and was avidly questioning her for his research. Trowa and Catherine were planing the final details of their wedding: catering, mailing invites, the reception and such. Wufei was training intensely just so he could keep up with Usagi; who still found constant amusement in hiding his katana. And Quatra was swamped in work; something about a plant manager expanding a Winner Foundation operation without gaining permission and cutting into a National Forestry Reserve. Now not only did Quatra have to deal with cancelling the materials and workers the plant manager had arranged, but angry environmentalists were also shoving themselves down his throat.
That left himself. Heero wasn't sure what to do with himself. During the war his life had consisted solely of accepting missions and fighting OZ. But now with the war over there was no-one to fight, nothing the people needed him to do for them, and the Perfect Soldier found his life empty very quickly. He knew he should leave Quatra's and return to the motor garage where he worked, but he'd be damned if he could find the will to leave Usagi anyway. Whenever the idea of being without his Golden Angel his heart clenched and his breathing became hard. It was almost like his whole body shut down.
He started out of his thoughts, however, when a small beep came from Usagi's wrist watch indicating it had just turned 12 0'clock. His eyes stayed fixed on the silver haired angel as she relaxed from the stance she was in and locked her fingers together and stretched them over her head. Heero stopped breathing as his eyes roamed unconsously over her form; arched back, straight arms, slightly spread legs, tilted head, long slightly tanned neck, well rounded chest (give him a brake he's 20 years old!). The prussian eyed bot wasn't sure if he made any noise as he watched but as Usagi gently returned her arms to her side he midnight eyes slid to his. Blue clashed with blue as she gracefully stalked her way over to him, beautifully dangerous like a panther on the prowl. Heero hid his startled look as she came to a stop in front of him. Her head tilted to the side as she contemplated something.
"You're good at that." She said softly, a bemused smile gently spreading from her lips.
"Huh?" Heero blinked.
"Disappearing. When you don't want anyone to know you're around you sort of just. put up a wall. It hides you from my senses and it's like you're not even there." She told him. "Was your life so hard that you find yourself needing to hide from me?"
Heero was startled at the emotions behind her words. Her voice was gentle as she spoke to him, and he was forced to suppress a shudder of excitement. "I." What was it about this girl that made him so unsure of himself and his training? Memories of his childhood swamped his mind as he remembered all the punishment he suffered during his training to become the perfect soldier. All the pain and loneliness he went through as he learned to block his emotions and close off his humanity suddenly resurface. Heero silently gasped as he fought to keep from collapsing. Usagi's worried face swam before his vision and closing his eyes , he took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself.
"Heero?" Usagi's worried tone brought his eyes open with a snap. Her midnight blue eyes were fixed on him avidly as she waited to see if he was okay. He didn't know why but he forced himself to smile as he brought a hand to his head, where a pounding headache slammed into his skull.
"You gave me a scare." Usagi said with a breath of relief. Heero's eyes widened at her words.
*you.you care?* But his thoughts were interrupted as his headache worsened. He winced as it became hard to concentrate on anything. Usagi frowned as she watched the unruly haired boys face twist in pain. Softly she reached a hand up to brush his long bangs out of his eyes. Heero looked up, startled at her touch.
"Come on," Usagi gently wrapped an arm around his waist. "Let's get you to bed." Heero stared down at her blankly, his headache getting worse and worse as his conscience fought his sub conscience. He blinked, trying to focus as he felt Usagi lead him somewhere. His world was in a haze of pain as he strove to keep conscious. Vaguely he felt himself lowered onto something soft. He cracked his eyes open and Usagi's face came into focus, just before the darkness claimed his mind.
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His feet pounded the ground as he ran, leaping over the wire fence and landing in a crouch in a small field. He ran to a small hill covered with tiny white flowers and somersaulted onto his back, laughing joyfully at the feeling of being free. As his laughter died down he tore his eyes away from the crystal blue sky to see a young girl in a sundress and straw hat standing next to him.
"Are you lost?" The girl asked. Tilting her head to the side. Hearing the innocence in her voice sent a pang of envy through him. If only he could be oblivious to the horrors of war.
"I've been lost since the day I was born." He confessed, pushing the feeling a side and sitting up and leading on his arms so he could look at her.
"Oh. I'm not lost. I'm just walking Mary." The girl looked down at her side and for the first time he noticed the small puppy sitting obediently at her feet. The puppy looked at him innocently, tipping his head to the side in curiosity just like it's mistress before letting out an excited yap and began pulling playfully at its leash. The girl laughed and waved good-bye, allowing herself to be lead away by the small dog. He watched until they disappeared into a nearby apartment building before turning back to the sky.
Nighttime came and he watched from his place in the shadows as a loud explosion rang into the silence and the OZ base was engulfed in flames.
"Mission complete." He stated in monotone. He was just turning away when a dormant mobile suit at the edge of the complex was hit by a shock wave from a smaller explosion with in the inferno and started to fall backwards onto the apartment building he had seen the girl from earlier enter. His eyes widened as he started to sprint forward, but he was too late - and there was nothing much he could have done anyway. The mobile suit fell with a crash directly into the building. The apartments crumbled under the weight of the machine. The screams of the apartment's occupants reached his ears as the rest of the building collapsed underneath their feet and over their heads.
"No."
Carefully he walked through the rubble. Dread filled his heart as he cat his gaze over what remained of the apartments. Out of the corner of his eyes something small caught his eyes. Looking closer he found it was the puppy, Mary he remembered, that had been with the girl he met earlier. Gently he picked up the soft body and cradled it in his arms. His feet crunched over the debris as he walked away, his eyes staring straight ahead and totally blank of emotions. Around him he felt everything shift and change, becoming a swirling portal of darkness. He felt it invade his mind, consuming him, sending him plummeting into a void of nothingness. It surrounded him, entered his heart and made everything numb, blacking out the painful ache in his chest. Deeper and deeper he fell, letting nothing bring him back.
"Heero." A gentle voice echoed around him, soft and calming, like a gentle breeze washing over him.
*Go away* He said back in his mind, turning away from the voice.
"Heero." A small pinpoint of light appeared in the dark. Small at first, but growing larger as the voice continued to call his name. And as the light chased away the darkness it also chased away the numbness in his heart, bringing out the ache of his conscience.
*No! I don't want to go back. It's too lonely and cruel. Here I don't have to feel, don't have to be hurt!* He yelled in his mind as he struggled against the pull of the light. But it was no good. Just as the light chased away the darkness which brought numbness, the light brought a warmth that spread over him like a blanket and cocooned him within itself. It radiated through him and although it didn't erase the ache in his heart it did engulf it, it's light slowly but surely spread its warmth and eased the pain until it was nearly gone.
"Heero." The voice called again, pulling him back to the world of light.
The boy groaned softly and fought to open his eyes. His eyelids flickered and cracked open. Light flooded his vision and he struggled to open his eyes further. A feathery soft touch swept across his forehead, brushing his long brown bangs out of his face. His gaze immediately locked on Usagi. Her silvery-white hair was slightly messy, and her bangs looked like they had been finger-combed recently. But her eyes. her beautiful midnight eyes were soft and filled with caring, friendship concern and. love.
"Shhh." She whispered softly to him, continuing to stroke his forehead gently. "You were having a bad dream, get some rest now, kay?" Heero nodded his head wearily and allowed his eyes to close. Sleep claimed him almost instantly, but not before he felt the sensation of her warm lips on his skin as she kissed his forehead.
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The warm rays of the sun gently bathed his face, drawing him from the dreamless sleep he had been submerged in. His fore head scrunched up as he shut his eyes tightly, just before opening them. He was forced to blink a couple of times to adjust his vision, but when he could finally see he was startled by what met his gaze. This wasn't his room. But then where was he? It was right about then that he noticed someone lying next to him. Carefully turning his head he found Usagi holding him tightly, still fast asleep. His head was resting in the crook of her shoulder, one arm curled under his back and around to where it rested on his stomach, and the other resting down the side of his chest closest to her so her fingers laced together. Her own head was resting just above his own and her body was curled to fit perfectly with his. Her peachy lips were parted ever so slightly and her silver hair was loosely draped over her shoulders with a few stray strands falling into her face.
Softly he reached up, his hand hesitant to brush the hair out of her eyes just like she had done to him last night. But Usagi only breathed deep and snuggled closer to him. Heero smiled slightly as he recalled just how deeply she slept. Far worse than Duo. Totally content to just stay where he was Heero shifted until he was facing her and wrapped his arms around Usagi's slender waist, closing his eyes again and drifting to sleep once more.
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Usagi shifted, unwilling to leave the warmth of sleep but knowing it was inevitable. With a deep breath her eyes fluttered open, immediately landing on the top of Heero's unruly brown hair. She squinted as she tried to remember what happened.
*Oh, yeah.* Heero had been having bad dreams. On closer inspection she saw that the prussian eyed boy was still sleeping, although now he seemed more happy in his sleep than he did before. She also noted that his arms were locked tightly around her waist. She wouldn't have bothered moving if it wasn't for the hollow feeling in her stomach telling her she was hungry. Carefully she tried to slip out of his grip. But Heero felt her move and his eyes opened and he looked up to lock eyes with her.
Usagi smiled softly. "Sorry to wake you."
"It's okay." He said softly back, not letting go of his hold on her. The two lay there in a comfortable silence until Heero lifted his head and looked straight in her eye. Usagi's brow furrowed in confusion and she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong when she was stopped in her tracks as Heero swiftly lowered his head to press his lips to hers. The touch was gentle at first as he tentively awaited her reaction. Usagi was a little stunned at the boys sudden move, but the feel of his lips resting against hers broke her trance and she began to move her lips against his.
Heero shifted his body, not breaking the kiss as he moved to pin the blonde under the weight of his body. His elbows either side of her waist the boy pressed his lips harder against hers, deepening the kiss. Usagi kissed him right back, her hands resting on his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer. She arched her back, pushing herself against his body. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him. The dark haired boy lightly flicked his tongue over her lips and the girl readily welcomed him into her mouth. Lifting a hand from her side he gently grasped her chin to give him better access to her mouth, exploring the moist cavern with his tongue with an urgency that he couldn't and didn't want to explain right now. He lost himself in the tidal wave of passion as in the very back of his mind he vaguely realised that this was what her had been craving all these years. A completeness of the heart that only Usagi, his Usa-chan, provided.
So wrapped up in the kiss the couple didn't notice the knock on the door, Heero too busy sliding his hand under the dark blue undershirt that Usagi was still wearing from last nights training. Usagi moaned as the warmth of his hands caused her stomach muscles to tense half in surprise, half in arousal. Usagi's arms snaked their way from around his shoulders, down his chest, across his stomach and finally resting on the waistband of his pants. Her thumbs hocked inside the waistband, and she was about to start shedding clothing when the person pounding at the door finally got tired of waiting and opened the door.
A loud gasp caused the couple to finally broke the kiss, their gaze averted to the door. Their breathing was laboured and coming in gasps as they tried to draw air into their oxygen deprived lungs. By the door stood Trowa, frozen in place as he saw what he was interrupting. Both Heero and Usagi stared at him, obviously wondering what he wanted. Shaking his head to gather his thoughts the uni-banged boy turned to address Heero.
"Dr J is looking for you. He's been trying to find you all morning." Trowa announced. Usagi glanced at her bedside clock. 12:56!! Christ! She didn't realise it was so late in the day. Having delivered his message Trowa quickly left, not wanting to disturb the lovers any longer. Usagi and Heero continued to stare numbly at the place in which seconds ago Trowa had stood.
"Geeze, he couldn't have waited half an hour?!" Usagi exclaimed in exasperation, recovering from the shock first. She blinked in surprise as above her she felt Heero stiffen. Glancing up she saw Heero's emotionless mask settle over his features once more, blocking off any feelings or reactions he might have had. Before Usagi could ask what was wrong the Perfect Soldier rolled off her and stood up, leaving a bewildered semi- saiyajin in his wake.
"Heero?" Usagi questioned softly, pulling herself up so that she was sitting, her legs pulled comfortably under her. He didn't answer, ignoring the soft pleading of her voice that made his heart ache as he checked to make sure he still carried his gun.
"Heero, what's wrong?" The silver-haired girl moved to the side of the bed and reached out to caress his face. But the boy's hand shot up and roughly knocked it away. His prussian eyes avoided her own, knowing he would melt at the hurt look in her midnight depths. Usagi gazed at him in heartache and confusion. Her lips parted as she went to speak his name again but her words froze in her throat as his gaze snapped to hers. She almost reeled back at the hard, cold stare he gave her.
Heero was silently berating himself for being such a fool. What on Earth was he thinking, kissing her like that?! But he hadn't been thinking. Only acting on his emotions. And that's what had gotten him into trouble. Usa-chan. Usagi, he corrected himself, had caused him to weaken show his emotions. Something he should never, ever had done. And something he would never do again. Schooling his features to hide all emotions to the outside world the boy looked up to immediately lock eyes with a startle Usagi. He watched from behind cold blue eyes as she began to search almost desperately for any indication of the passion or love she had seen in his gaze barely a minute before. But she found nothing.
Heero narrowed his eyes just to get his point across one more time as he saw realisation set in Usagi's eyes. The Prefect Soldier within him smirked in satisfaction. But also within him the real Heero, the one that craved attention and wanted to show his emotions, to fall to his knees and then and there tell Usagi he loved her, was struggling violently against the inner walls Heero had built to block him off.
The Perfect Soldier watched as Usagi sat back, either from shock or sadness he didn't know. But just as he was about to announce he was leaving when Usagi's expression changed. Gone was the hurt innocent looking girl that had been there a second ago. In her place was a woman. a warrior with experience in battle to match his own and her expression showed it. Like his her face was blocked of all emotion, completely set in stone. Her eyes darkened a few shades and narrowed in a glare.
"Get out." He was shocked at the sound of her cold voice, so different from the light-hearted tones she normally used. Turning her back to him the woman got off the bed and stooped to pick up her black over shirt. Quickly slipping it on the girl checked to make sure she had her dino-caps before starting for the door. Heero's mask fell, totally forgotten as he felt his heart clenched in pain. The chibi-perfect soldier within him struggled to regain control but the pain of the emotional blow Usagi had just sent him was staggering. The thought of Usagi hating him indicted a sharp stab of pain from his chest, like a knife being plunged into his heart and twisted painfully.
"Usagi," His voice was hoarse and deep, his usual monotone jading his plea to make it sound more like a statement.
"Don't!" She barked out harshly, pausing just metres away from the door but refusing to turn to face him. "You put as much passion into that kiss as I did, it wasn't one sided. But obviously it ment more to me than it did to you." Heero felt the knife in his heart give another painful twist. Oh, God. She thought he was going to deny everything he felt when they kissed. The completion, the love, the acceptance he felt from her. She thought it had all ment nothing to him. "So obviously we have some clashing issues here. But don't worry. I'm already wiping my mind of the whole situation. As far as I'm concerned the sooner this is forgotten; the better."
Once again the knife was twisted, further and deeper. But Usagi still had her back to him and missed the pained expression on Heero's face as she continued to the door. Pushing the pain in his heart to the side as far as possible Heero rushed to catch the fleeing woman. His hand wrapped around her wrist just as she opened the door.
"Don't. waste my time." She spoke through gritted teeth. And then she was gone.
*Cowers* Don't hate me! I know it looks bad, but I promise I have it all under control. In the next chapter Heero is way out of character as he does some soul searching, and we have some interesting revelations concerning Dr M. You'll want to stick around to find out what. Till next time.