Hello again!

I'm almost done focusing on Rei/Wuffie, so I can get back to Heero and Usagi like you all want me to. (*The author fails to point out that it is also want SHE wants to do, oh wait a sec, she just did….heh.)

Oh, before I forget, Rei accidentally stole Wufei's fighting spirit. (That was just if you were unsure or something.)

…I don't really have anything else to say about the fic at the moment.

BUT, I'll just tell all of you, we recently got a ride-on mower (Weeeeee!!!) and I had the best workday of my life up at our farm yesterday. (And I did a real kick-ass job, to boot!)

Key:

Bold        = emphasis

Italics     = thoughts

Awaiting Good Fortune

*******Chapter Six: Kiss Me Before you Leave

His eyes glided open. He looked over to his window and then to his clock.

It was night and it was 1:34am. He briefly wondered what had woken him up and such an ungodly hour of the night before a soft sound reached his ears. He didn't know what it was at first.

Last time he'd woken up in the middle of the night was when Duo had been talking, no, yelling in his sleep. Everyone in the house (including himself) had went to see what was happening. Quatre had been worried that he was having an awful nightmare, but that thought was gone as they all walked into the room to see Duo with his usual idiot grin on his face. It was then discovered that he wasn't actually yelling, he was talking as he normally would, it was simply because everything else was quiet. He remembered that he had punched mildly on the side of the head, which was then followed up by ten or so consecutive whacks of Wufei's katana.

Duo, however, simply rolled onto his side and continued to talk. After much debate, it was decided that simply gagging him would solve the problem until a more convenient point in time (Quatre had too be taken out of the room because he believed it to be "too cruel").

But that was beside the point. A noise had woken him up in the middle of the night and he knew that he would not be able to return to semi-peaceful slumber until it had been quieted.

It sounded like laughing… no, choking… no…

…I haven't heard the sound of crying in a long time…

He then wondered where it was coming from. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

It wasn't Duo… Wufei and Trowa don't cry... It wasn't coming from the end of the hall, so it certainly wasn't Quatre, the black haired girl, the tall girl or the short haired one…It wasn't coming from the other side of the hall.

…It was coming from room 2. It was Usagi.

He mentally hit himself in the head. OK, so what now?

He most certainly wasn't going to go over there. He just didn't do sympathy. Or pity. Or friendship. Or…

Well, he just didn't do normal. She'd just have to hope someone else would hear her and come.

He lay back down and tried to block the sound out of his ears. And, for the first fifteen seconds or so, it worked. But the soft sound eventually made it to his ears like some sort of extremely annoying bee that wouldn't go away unless it was taken care of.

With a sort of growl he swung himself out of his bed, hastily put on a pair of shorts to cover his boxers (said shorts later turned out to be his long gym shorts, but he didn't care anyhow), put on the first shirt he could get his hands on (he was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be his favourite green tank top) and then made his way over to Usagi's room.

He knocked softly on her door.

…And got slightly annoyed when he got no answer.

Hn. So this is what it feels like.

He opened the door slowly and stepped inside stealthily. (He could almost hear Quatre ranting inside his head about privacy but paid it no mind.) He stepped inside and closed the door behind himself.

He looked at the sobbing girl in front of him; she was lying on her side, facing towards him, and bear-hugging her doona to death in an attempt to find emotional support. Tears were running down her smooth, pale cheeks and by the sound of the slow rhythm of her breathing; she was asleep.

Good. Now there'll be no need for explanations.

Her sobbing became louder and she began to mumble into her doona. She began to shake as more tears began to leak out of her eyes.

Oh great.

"Hey," he grunted softly (but still managing to be forceful.) She seemed to have heard, even in her dreams, and she separated from the doona just enough for him to here her desperate whispers.

"No Mamo-chan…! Please don't leave me…! I'm…I'm sorry…! I'll become mature for you…! Just… don't leave me!!" She finished in a yell and reached out, grabbing him around the waist, burying her tear-streaked face in his stomach and crying even louder.

OK... Another problem. Alright, options… 1: Pull her off forcibly, then explain the situation if she wakes up. 2:Try to pry her off me without waking her. 3: Wait until she lets go.

Scratch number 1 and 2, there was no way he was going to risk waking her. He was not in a great hurry to explain to the irrational brat why he was in there. He was not going to explain himself, even if it meant…

How long is she going to hold onto me??

"I love you…!"

He almost gagged. He had to find a way to get out of her room fast.

Who is she dreaming about? Wait… she said something about a 'Mamo-chan' before.

"Just stay with me…! Just… don't leave…"

I'm not going anywhere while you're clinging to me.

She began to cry even harder at the thought of the 'Mamo-chan' person leaving her.

OK. I can not go to sleep unless I shut her up. Obviously hitting her senseless like we did to Duo wouldn't help. Hm…What would Quatre do…?

He looked at the girl clinging at his waist and gritted his teeth as the answer popped into his mind. His teeth began to grind together as he forced his angrily shaking arms loosely around her.

Why is she still crying? Hugs or whatever make people feel happy, right? …OK, what would Quatre say…?

"I-… it's OK…"

He wanted to hit himself. He had to get out of there before other residents heard and rushed in. His only re-assurance was that if he got out quickly, no one would ever know. (And if anyone did find out, they would be taken care of.)

"…I love you…"

He rolled his eyes at the amount of romantic drivel she was spouting to the 'Mamo-chan' person in her dreams.  Well, at least she was claming down, and that meant she would go back to sleep (quietly) and he would be free of her grasp and would also be able to return to the peaceful void of sleep.

The clinging blonde brought herself up to her knees drowsily and hugged him with what very well could have been all her might. He could feel sweat forming on his brow. Keeping still made you surprisingly tense… especially when you had an extremely annoying female clinging to you.

"…Kiss me before you go away…"

He choked on the small amounts of air he was inhaling. She lifted her head up from his chest (which it had currently been resting on after she had moved from his stomach) and kissed him on the shoulder. He supposed she was kissing 'Mamo-chan' in her dreams.

Get off me now. Go. To. Sleep.

He hissed relief as she let go and floated back to her pillows and sheets.

Good. Now I can go back to my room, cut off my left shoulder, and go back to sleep.

"Welcome, Year 10, to your first day of school. We are well aware that most of you came from Juuban High, and in light of that, we are going to play a game," said their principle, Mr. Okimura. There was minimal excited clapping and quite a few groans. "You teachers have created these slips of paper where you fill out your hobbies, interests, pets, etc. You will complete the slips then fold them and put them into this basket over here. You will each then take another slip then go around asking questions, and once you find the person on your sheet you fill in their name. This exercise is for you all to get to know each other before we begin classes." Everyone seated in front of the well-fed man stared at him with blank disappointment. "I'm very sorry for the informality of this, Year 10, but we have formal assemblies every week on Wednesday Afternoons, so we'll have to wait for formal introductions then, won't we?"

Blank stares.

"OK, well, I must go meet the Year 9s. Farewell." He hurried out of the room. As soon as he left, the entire year level began to babble. Mostly it was about the 'exciting' game they were about to play, but it was also general introductions and hellos, and the odd conversation about what one did on the weekend.

"Hey, Usagi, this sounds like fun, doesn't it?" Minako said excitedly. "Ooh! I hope I get a really cute guy!"

"Ugh, you'll never change Mina!" Usagi said loudly over the rumble of students. "But that's why I like you!" she said with a big grin on her face. Minako beamed happily at the compliment.

"Year 10!" Mrs. Kawashima yelled, clapping her hands to silence the students. "Ms. Minaguchi and Ms. Katsuki are handing out your slips. You'll have 10 minutes to fill them out, so be quick!"

The two teachers efficiently bustled through the mass of children sitting on the polished wood floor of the hall and handed out the small pieces of paper as all the students took pencils out of their pencils cases (which they had been told to bring earlier) and began to fill out their slips.

Usagi looked down at hers. The first line to fill out was…

'My favourite food is…'

Heh. Easy. Cake and ice-cream.

She hastily scrawled in her answer.

OK. Next one.

'My favourite subject is…'

Home Economics! Definitely!

She then continued to make her way through the sheet. Realizing she had time leftover, she doodled on the page and then handed her slip in. After every slip had been handed in, Ms. Katsuki went around to every student with the basket, her long black ponytail swishing back and forth with each step. When Usagi's turn arrived, she picked out a piece laying dejectedly on the side of the basket and opened it.

There was nothing written on the paper. She was just about to put up her hand and complain until she noticed that one small thing had been written.

Next to 'What I dislike the most is…' were gracefully stony words that said; 'when people annoy me.'

Heero.

It was something about the handwriting that made her instantly think that it was the grunting rock of a boy who was her neighbor. She stood on her tip-toes and tried to look over the heads of her peers to spot him.

No luck, of course. She was the shortest person she knew for her age.

But she was in luck; Makoto still hadn't begun to question people.

"Mako!" She said loudly over the rumble of students around her.

"Yes, Usa? What, did you get me?" Her tall friend asked.

"No, I think I got Heero. Can you see him?" Usagi asked hopefully. Makoto looked around the room quickly then looked back to her friend.

"Yes. Here's over there," She pointed over to the North wall of the Hall, "near the basketball hoop."

"Thanks Mako!" Usagi said cheerily as she dashed off towards the chocolate haired boy leaning against the wall. His eyes looked towards her briefly then returned to the mass of Year 10 children. "This is your slip, isn't it?" She asked as she reached him and held up the virtually empty piece of paper.

"Hn." He held up his piece. There was messy handwriting covering it and the occasional bunny rabbit. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew it was hers.

"Ah… well… OK. What do we do know?"

He gave the faintest of shrugs and dropped his arm holding the slip to his side. She shrugged then joined him in his leaning against the wall and clasped her hands behind her back. (Rei had once told her that that made her look like a child but she couldn't break herself out of the habit.)

She almost laughed. She felt so silly leaning against the wall in what must have looked like a brooding manner (despite the 'childish' way she held her arms) next to the stoic loner she'd come to live with.

She also almost laughed because he looked so silly in his school uniform. She agreed that green was his colour, yes, but something about the way he wore the dark green slacks, pale green shirt, thin black tie and forest green coat that made him seem so… so…she couldn't put her finger on it. The colour suited him but the clothes just didn't. And something about that made him look… oh, she would ponder about it another time.

She looked down at her own uniform. Her dark green pleated skirt reached just above her knees, and her white knee-high socks reached just below, keeping her legs warm (which was a welcome change to the ankle socks back at Juuban High). She wasn't really a fan of the shiny black shoes, but she liked the fact that they had a slight heel, giving her some height. She also liked the short forest green jacket and pale green shirt, but the tie… ugh. She didn't like ties. Not on herself, anyway. Scarves and the like were fine but she definitely drew the line at ties. (Of course, the school dress code didn't give a flying fig about her line and insisted that she wear it, so she did.)

She then stopped thinking about her weekday outfit and turned her attention back to the pack of Year 10s swarming in the middle of the hall. Over all the babble she could hear two distinct voices yelling excitedly;

"Waah! Duo! I got YOU! Your favourite food's my Special?! That's so cool!" Minako yelled from one side of the pack to Duo on the other side.

"Hey! I got YOU, Minako! Is your favourite game REALLY Laser Fight now?! That's AWESOME!" Duo yelled back.

Usagi sighed and looked for her other friends. Her eyes caught a ponytail with two green bobbles holding it at the top of her head. Makoto was in the middle of the mix talking to Trowa. Trowa's mouth opened a few times, and she nodded for each time. Trowa then wrote on his slip, turned and walked away. Her pony tailed friend looked wistful for a moment before spinning around and picking some guy up by the collar of his shirt. When Usagi looked carefully, she could see Makoto's mouth saying 'pervert' and instantly felt sorry for the poor guy who had put the unwanted moves on Makoto.

She could also see Ami moving shyly around and asking people questions, and as eventually came to a tall redheaded boy. She talked to him for a bit, then smiled and wrote on her piece of paper. She moved over to Minako afterwards and began to converse with her. They both began to laugh as they continued to chatter.

Rei, however, seemed to have forgotten completely about her questioning task and was caught in a narrowed-eyed glaring competition with Wufei. Quatre passed by them and tried to get them to become civil to each other. His fond attempts failed and he walked off with an adorably disappointed face, which brightened as he bumped into Duo and began talking with him.

Usagi looked away from her friends and groaned as she noticed Mrs. Kawashima beginning to gather all the students around her.

Great. Now it's time for class.

*******End chapter 6

I know, I know… short chapter. Had to get something out, though.

So, did everyone have a good New Year's? I did. It was cool. Most of my family went up to our farm and we all had heaps of fun. (And there was many a compliment about my exquisite mowing job.) It was also cool because by the end of the night all my uncles were drunk. :D They were running around for hours listening to Michael Jackson and yelling; "I'm bad!" "You're bad!" "You know it!" "I'm bad!" etc. Hehehehe… and I got it all on tape. They even tried to break dance. (Only one of my uncles can successfully though. We [we being myself and my cousins] tried to make him do his 'Electric Boogaloo 2' but one of my Aunties stopped us because last time he did he suffered severe spinal injury. Heh heh heh.)

BTW, I haven't played much Kingdom Hearts yet, unfortunately. I'm still on Final Fantasy 10. I'm at near the end in the airship but I think Sin (a.k.a. Evil-Goggly-Eyed-Slimy-Brownish-Whale-Man-Thing-Aeon-Jecht) is really weird looking so I'm avoiding him.

Anyhow, I'll make chapter seven REAL long to make up for the shortiness of this one. (I promise!)

~Jemjols :)