Arg! (Venting Time. Sorry.) My keyboard wasn't working and it ended up screwing up the computer. Including the computer files, mouse, Internet connection, and the printer. We got a new keyboard and it's really nice. I had to type something up for a class. It took me two hours and I had to start typing at 10:30 PM. Then I found that I couldn't print it out!

Sorry! Ignore the top part.

This is chapter 3 of Hide Me. Thank you for your Reviews. I enjoy reading them. Again, please Review and I hope you like this chapter.

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Usagi boarded the crowded shuttle and mentally went though Quatre's instructions again. Let's see... Everything is being taken care of already by Quatre. I've already got my photos, and I've locked up the shop. Hopefully when He's looking for me he won't screw up my equipment. Usagi wore a pained look. And that was something, considering the heartbroken countenance she already had.

Glancing around she found her seat. First-class of course. Sometimes she wondered if Quatre even knew that the plane had different classes. Coach would have been fine with her. Oh well... Usagi shrugged philosophically. It didn't really matter. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Onna? Is that you?" a dark-eyed, raven haired man asked, as he slid into the seat next to her.

"Wufei?" she asked just as incredulously.

"It is you. Long time, no see, you crazy baka onna."

"Shut up, you jerk!"

"Make me Onna."

"Fine!" Usagi yelled. She then leaned over, revealing her gleaming nails.

"What are you going to do, Onna?" Wufei asked nervously.

"Only this!" Usagi shouted. She then proceeded to tickle him until they were both gasping for breath.

"Damn it, Onna! Every time!" complained Wufei.

"Well you shouldn't call me a 'baka onna'. I can handle being called Onna instead of Usagi. Goddess knows it's not the worst name I've ever had, but I really hate it when you insult me like that. It hurts my feelings," Usagi explained.

Wufei winced. "Fine, Onna. I will not insult you any more." He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he really did have a soft spot for the blonde. He didn't want to hurt her in any way. "But only because you are too weak to handle it."

Usagi sighed and looked down. That's probably the best I'm going to get out of him. Still it's a major achievement. At least I won't have to hear that I'm a weak, baka, onna anymore.

When she looked up she noticed Wufei staring at her puzzled.

"What's wrong, Wufei?" Usagi asked.

"Onna, what are you doing here alone? I thought that your anniversary was coming up. Shouldn't you be wi-"

"No," Usagi interrupted calmly. Too calmly.

Rashid prepared the young lady's room, taking extra care to make it just right. It wouldn't do to make it too cheery or too dark. Either could make the poor girl feel worse than she already did. Miss. Usagi was coming back, but not under happy circumstances. It had enraged his Master Quatre and Mr. Heero. Both boys had practically blown up. At least Heero had done it in his room. Poor Garth had been thrown out of the window by Master Quatre. Rashid ordered the other Maguanacs to wait for the young master to cool off before going near him again.

Rashid looked at his work. The room was finished. The room was done in sandy earth tones, and light greens. It gave off a great calming effect. Now if only he could get Master Quatre and Heero in here.

Heero hunched over his computer typing furiously. He was trying to get his rage out. But right now, not even hacking into supposedly impenetrable systems was helping.

Grrrr. That stupid bastard.

With another growl, Heero slammed his laptop closed. He couldn't seem to calm down. Maybe I'll try Wufei's doctrine and sweat it out of me. And with a wry smile, Heero proceed down the stairs toward the gym.

After walking searching for five minutes, he finally found the door labeled: Gymnasium. Stepping in the room, he studied his surroundings.

The gym so big that one could literally run a mile by circling the equipment twice. On the side of the room that was closest to the door, weight lifting paraphernalia was placed. On the side opposite the door, was the big ring where he knew Wufei liked to train. On the other sides of the room, punching/kicking bags of different materials (sand or rock) and dummies/targets were strung up, courtesy of Wufei. A selection of different weapons related to the marshal arts, again testified to the fact that Wufei spent a lot of time in this place.

Heero decided to take his anger out on the punching bag. Stalking, stealthily toward the inanimate object, he growled out a name.

Thousands of miles away, a man sneezed in his sleep before restlessly turning over. His long, mahogany braid tangled around his body as he reached for something that was not there.

And that was chapter 3.

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