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Editors: To AutumnHime, DevilsDarling, Usagi Asia Maxwell, and Lady Artemis! Thanks by the bunches!

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"Usagi, darling, promise me you won't fall in love here." Her private publisher, second mother, Luna had whispered in her ear right before Art and she had left. Her warm breath had tickled her ear delicately and the dark, almost wild, roses scent had touched her nose one last time before the woman let her out of her embrace and backed away. Despite the pleasant weather of that day and Luna's affectionate arms, Usagi had felt a surge of wintry coldness stab through her at breakneck speed after that half plead half command, and she had the inclination to inquire, "But what if I already have?"

The fair-headed artist was beyond caring now. "Seeing Relena has been more than a shock" would be the greatest understatement of the millenium, but by then she had wanted to forsake all reason and plunk all her problems onto somebody else. Confronting Relena was out of question.

Luna had been her first trace of hope, but before she could spill her heart out in intermittent drops, a stream of clear water was splattering on silver metal, and Luna was gone with a wave and encouraging smile. Her second thought had been to go to Quatre, the compassionate one of the group, but, seeing just how turbulent his mental wellbeing was from all this matchmaking nonsense, she hardly dared to approach him anymore.

Plan C? There was no Plan C. Or rather, Plan C was to cope with it herself. She barely knew Trowa, neither as a character nor a person. Wufei and Duo were both one hundred and fifteen percent out of the question as was Hiiro. Relena didn't even cross her mind.

And she knew each minute this bottling up of emotions endured was a minute off of her life.

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"Why isn't Hiiro here?" had been the first thing out of the braided blockhead's mouth, but sadly, he knew it would not be the last.

He glared at him. That shut him up but unfortunately, not for long.

"Now you understand why I'm forever threatening him, Winner," Wufei grinned complacently, knowing somebody was not going to be protected the next time his katana saw light.

"Why are we here?" Trowa questioned, looking out at the others from his position against a wall blanketed with shadow.

"We are here to discuss Hiiro."

Before Duo could stop himself, a question burst out. "So why isn't he here?" He threw his hands over his mouth and looked, wide-eyed at Quatre's slight scowl. Duo was very scared. Duo didn't know how to deal with a seething Quatre because a seething Quatre didn't stop at simply chasing him -- a seething Quatre plotted revenge.

By now Wufei was feeling frustratingly left out. Scaring the braided baka was his job. So, and he himself was amazed out of his wits of this, he came to Duo's rescue. Sort of.

"You baka! Yui isn't supposed to hear what we have to say about him!" Duo stuck out his tongue and automatically started to run. Wufei pursued. Being chased by him was nowhere as bad as what Quatre planned for the idiot. And it would keep the braided baka out of trouble. Somewhat. But it didn't work.

Before he knew what was happening, Quatre had grabbed both of their collars and plopped them onto the couch, glowering to underscore his point. By now Wufei was feeling a tendril of fear crawl up his spine. Trowa was beyond amused.

"This meeting involves all of us to be present," Quatre stated firmly. Duo refrained from commenting, "Except Hiiro."

"Now," the blonde boy paused to smile sweetly at his audience. "I'm sure we have all realized that something is brewing between our Hiiro and Usagi. Need I say more? The question is: what can we do to push him along? Suggestions anybody?"

Duo took it as his cue to speak. "We could watch romance movies and see how those people get together!"

"I am not watching romance movies," Wufei growled, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest.

Quatre, however, was beaming at Duo. Wufei's heart sank. "That's a great idea! I'll call my sisters and ask them to recommend some."

"Why don't you just call your sisters and ask them for advice?" Trowa pointed out.

Quatre administered his now ever so familiar glare. "I think Duo's plan is fine."

Wufei and Duo shared a smirk as Trowa blinked and edged away ever so slowly from the frowning blonde. They had some gloating to do when this meeting was over.

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"Hiiro?" she called, knocking lightly on his door. "Hiiro? Are you in there?"

"No, I'm behind you."

Usagi screamed and jumped five feet into the air, hair frazzled and eyes widening to the impossible size of saucers.

Spinning around, she put her hands on her hips and glared at the vaguely but enough to get on her nerves smirking man. "Don't you ever do that again, Hiiro Yui!" she ordered, shaking a pointer finger at him with vigor.

"And what would you do to stop me?" he continued the banter, smirking like there was no tomorrow.

The blonde seemed to mull over this inquiry and right before he was about to assert his victory, a malicious grin spread over her face. "I'll make you fall in love with Duo."

His blood ran cold.

"I believe you have some serious apologizing to do now, Yui?" she yawned airily, nose stuck up in the air snobbishly as she waited.

He pushed past her into his room, smirking to himself as she stumbled back with an offended cry.

"Hiiro!" she whined babyishly, sulking at his smug face. "That was a foul!"

"Life's tough, get a helmet," he advised before swinging the door close in front of her dumbfounded and enraged eyes. [1]

A pause followed in which he was sure Usagi was collecting her wits before a thunderous series of banging attacked his door. He felt sorry for the door.

"Hiiro! Your life's going to be hell from now on!" the girl yelled sullenly after the banging subsided.

Okay now he felt sorry for himself. He opened the door … and Usagi tumbled back with a startled yelp. Instinctively, he caught her.

How did this happen? He had just made the situation worse.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, and then … promptly stuck out her tongue.

"You do not open the door when somebody is leaning against it!" she instructed, pushing out of his embrace. Somewhere in the back of his mind, hurt registered.

He scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "How was I supposed to know you were leaning against the door?"

Silence met his question as the blonde stared crossly at him, cheeks still flushed though from anger or embarrassment, he couldn't tell.

She opted to just throw her hands up in the air and glare at him. It didn't have the effect she wanted it to – he looked like he wanted to laugh at her.

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"Do we have to watch it again?" By now the whining wasn't only coming from Duo but Wufei as well.

Quatre frowned at him. "Until you guys learn how to complete this mission, we are rewinding and re-watching it."

"What's not to get? We just create a series of awkward situations for them to be in, and they'll soon realize that they're each other's soul mates." Duo rolled his eyes. "Besides, we're getting inspiration from Beauty and the Beast? Would this be assuming that Hiiro is like the Beast? Boy are you trouble when I tell Hiiro!" the braided boy crowed, failing to see an unearthly glimmer in Quatre's eyes.

"Prepare to run, Maxwell," Wufei recommended, staring at Quatre crushing the tape's box in this hands.

Duo obeyed. Quatre pursued. Wufei and Trowa sat down to re-watch the movie. Havoc ensued.

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"Hiiro, I'm challenging you to another battle," her voice broke through the silence with the intensity of an arrow. The atmosphere changed from one of light teasing to one of strict business.

He stared at her as if she had grown a few extra appendages, and his thoughts fell through his lips before he could stop them. "If you think you're going to go out there and again fall from one thousand and five hundred miles up, you're more insane than I thought."

She glanced up at him, surprise registering on her features before slowly replying, "What I choose to do is none of your business."

"Unless I'm required to participate in it," he added pointedly.

"Do you accept or decline?" Her cerulean eyes acquired a metallic coating of steel as she assessed him.

Looking back up at her, he narrowed his eyes. "Decline."

"Do you accept or decline?" she repeated, eyes hardening.

A strong power forced open his mouth and before he knew it, two words tumbled out. "I accept." His eyes burned with a livid fire. "You forced me to!"

"Is Hiiro Yui one to back out of something that he has accepted?" she taunted desperately. She needed him to accept this challenge.

Bowing his head, he looked away again. His silence indicated his answer clearly to her.

"Stakes?" he finally questioned, looking up. Her face broke out into a grin.

The joy of getting him to agree, even if it were through manipulative means, was vast, but even it didn't stay for long. The butterflies shooed away by that joy now returned and were waging war in her stomach. She blushed and looked away.

"If you win, you pick what you get, but if I win…" she trailed off timidly, reddening to the shade of maroon.

She looks like she's going to explode, his mind observed laughingly as he impatiently waited for the end of the sentence.

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"For the thousandth time, Winner, we are anything but those little talking … silverware. And are not living in an enchanted castle where we can actually magick things to happen!" Quatre held his hand up for silence but the Chinese pilot continued anyway. "And most importantly, Yui and that onna are not in love."

"Symbolism, Wufei, symbolism. We don't have to magick things in order to create situations where they would have to be together! I thought you were a scholar." Quatre looked a little ticked off.

Wufei bristled at the last statement, but settled for staring angrily at the blonde. He mentally shook his head. How did he ever assume Winner was the ultimate wuss-boy? With that history of insanity, nobody should be considered a wimp.

"Do you want me to rewind it again?" Duo asked shyly.

"Do you guys understand now?"

"Make Hiiro and Usagi fall in love by placing them in awkward situations," all three recited obediently. Quatre nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you. Let this mission commence then." He smiled kindly, seemingly back to his old self again, but none of the three assembled in front of him were fooled until further proof arrived.

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She gulped and peeked up at him before turning her eyes to the carpet with renewed interest. Gee what a nice pattern…

"And if you win?" he finally ran out of patience and urged her onwards.

"If I win, um, I'd like, um." Hiiro noted that she was way past any reasonable shade of red.

"If I win … If I win, I would like for you to be my first kiss." Her cheeks were aflame as she bowed her head.

He was beyond stunned. So flabbergasted that it didn't even occur to him to feel flattered. He uttered the first thing that came to mind, "Don't regret it, okay?"

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Tada! Aren't you guys proud of me? I update on a regular basis now! ^^

Excerpt from Angelight's Dictionary of Common Phrases – "regular basis [ra'gueler ba'sis] adj. n. 1. In such a succession that no two actions are separated by more than one month. Pl. regular basis's" (Angelight, 270).

Yikes! There's so much inspiration behind this story! It's like I can't run out of ideas or something … I wish all my fics were like that! *sniffle* Not fair. Anyhow, review please!

Notes:

1. This is from Boy Meet's World (the line).