Omake
-----Scene Nine, take one-----
This mission was fucked up, to be blunt but honest. If he continued following the original mission perimeters, he would be protecting Usagi-san from her current enemies, whoever they might be. However, her current enemies were his current allies. Plus, to be truthful, Usagi-san (or Hekate, as she now called herself; these gods placed too much value on names) was an enemy to herself. But he couldn't eliminate Hekate, yet, without eliminating Usagi-san as well. And as for the other former Gundam pilots. . . he knew they (well, most of them) wouldn't hurt Usagi-san, and Duo might be able to help turn Usagi-san back into her former self. But, at the same time. . . It was all getting to be too confusing for him. Was it any wonder that he was out here in the brisk air trying to sort all this out? Quatre and Trowa could handle Duo.
"Hiiro?" a female voice tremulously inquired. A small hand touched his arm.
Reacting without thought, he whirled, caught her hand, and slammed her against the wall, before he realized who the battered, bruised and bandaged person was. "Dorothy?"
-----Cut-----
Dorothy: *collapses in Hiiro's arms*
Hiiro: "Alright! Where did Ririna go?? She's going to be in deep shit when the the corporation finds out!"
Camera man: *picks up the phone* "Yeah, we need a medic...and a new producer..."
-----Scene Nine, take two-----
*snip*
"Gomen ne, Hiiro," she apologized, not even trying to free herself. Well, he wasn't letting her go until he knew it was safe.
"What are you doing out here, Usagi-san?"
"I came to find you, Hiiro. I needed to apologize for my actions today."
"Yeah, you sure as hell do!"
*slap*
-----Cut-----
Hiiro: *stands there with a stuned look on his face, as well as a red hand print*
Usagi: *storms off*
Camera man: *looks at Sound guy* "I hope they send the new producer soon..."
Sound guy: *nods*
-----Scene Nine, take three-----
*snip*
Stepping out of the shower, she shook her short hair out. A self-satisfied grin remained on her face, and she didn't even try to wipe it off. Snagging a couple towels, she wrapped one around herself and used the other to clean the fog off the mirror. The woman staring back at her - no, glaring back at her - had blonde hair. She grabbed a lock of her own hair and glanced up at it: still auburn, so what was going on? She didn't allow her shock to show on her face though and instead smiled evilly at the girl in the reflection. 'So why are you here, Dorothy?'
-----Cut-----
Camera man: "DOROTHY!! YOU'RE OK!!!!!"
Sound guy: "Man, she's one tough gal."
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