Disclaimer: If I did own Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon, I already would have written a manga crossing the two instead of wasting my time writing fan fiction … Lol. So, I think we can all safely assume that I do NOT own either Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon.
Thanks as always to my editors Lady Artemis, Autumn Hime, Usagi Asia Maxwell, and DevilsDarling. ^______^
Warnings:
- Major, major sap … can anyone spell disgusting? Lol. ^^;;;
- A lot of stream of consciousness. Not really bad … just REALLY boring. ^_~
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The plane came to a complete halt, and Usagi meekly got up to follow Hiiro. What else could she do? It wasn't as if she could break away in such a crowded not to mention tiny airplane. Obviously Hiiro noted the fact as well because he was barely paying any attention to her other than to motion for her to follow him. She wondered briefly whether or not she could contact Artemis but quickly dismissed the thought when she realized that she couldn't hope to get anywhere near a phone.
Hiiro held onto her wrists with a vise-like grip. She winced as her fingertips grew numb from the lack of circulation. Still thinking about Duo, she hardly cared that she had been captured ... much less led like a child along the streets of Calais. What did he think she would do? Try to run? She wasn't stupid. He probably had various weapons with him and wouldn't mind killing her if she did try to escape. Nobody on the dirty and uneven streets bothered to look at them, perhaps not willing to tangle their own lives in the sticky situation.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked though more to breach the silence than to satisfy her curiosity. It was quite obvious where she was going.
"Hotel," he replied curtly, giving out words sparingly as if they were coins.
"Hotel?!" she yelped. Had she been in a better situation, she would have controlled her emotions, but now it hardly mattered, did it?
"We'll be taking a flight to New York tomorrow afternoon."
"Why New York? Why not just arrest me here?" This time she was curious.
Hiiro paused a moment to stare at her. What's with this girl? She was supposed to be one of the cleverest criminals in the universe, and here she was, asking her would-be sworn enemy questions like a curious kitten. Had she no tact?
"There are ... certain questions you have to answer," he replied testily, watching for her response with predatorial eyes.
"Questions?" The word came out like a breath of wind, and Usagi blanched. New York was the hometown of one of her most ardent pursuers. What would he do to her? Cruel and unusual tortures are outlawed by the amendment entitled 'Bail and Punishment', her mind automatically reminded her. She almost laughed at the thought. She wasn't a fool. Somehow, Treize would find a way to hurt her ... with or against the Constitution.
For a moment he almost felt sorry for the girl. Almost. But quickly shook the thought from his head. The girl deserved what she was going to get. Is it not her fault for stealing? Is it not her fault for murdering Duo? She made the decision without the use of blackmail or even persuasion. Just ... he felt sorry for anybody who had to see the face of that bastard Treize. Yeah, that was it. And ... he shook his head again, this time more subtlely.
He could swear there was something he was forgetting.
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They entered the dimly lit hotel, and Hiiro finally released her hand. She stared at him while rubbing her wrist absent-mindedly.
"That," he said pointing to the door farthest down the hall, "is you bedroom."
"Aren't you afraid I might escape?" she asked, tilting her head in a thoughtful pose.
"Why should I be?"
Usagi's anger flared at this hidden insult but, glaring into Hiiro's eyes, she realized it was a simple question. "I'm a criminal. If I don't escape, I'd kill you."
"Doubtful." And with that, he turned away from her, entered his room, and closed the door. The lock clicked, clearly signifying that the conversation was over.
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Midnight found Usagi knocking on Hiiro's door.
"Hiiro?" she timidly called out before pressing her ear to the door to hear if he had gotten up.
"What?" came the reply as the door opened to a less-than-happy policeman.
She smiled up at him angelically and whined in a plaintive tone, "I'm hungry."
"Look in the refrigerator," he growled before slamming the door in her face.
Grumbling, she turned sharply and walked over to the kitchenette of the luxurious hotel room.
"Hey! There is no refrigerator!" she cried out, half in shock, half in indignation.
"Go look for food then," came the muffled reply.
She glared at the door, wishing to burn holes through it with her eyes. A sudden idea flashed in her mind.
"Ya know, if I go outside to get it myself, I can easily call a cab and go to the airport ... but if somebody was with me..." she let the sentence hang.
The door flew open, and Hiiro stormed out. "You don't even have your damn passport," he grumbled to himself before getting his coat and leaving her to follow. Are policemen all this rude? she wondered before grabbing her own overcoat and locking the door behind her.
"You're lucky Calais always has someplace open," Hiiro commented as the pair strolled down the wide sidewalk.
"Well, if you had thought about food then we wouldn't be in this situation," she retorted, sniffing haughtily.
He shot a riled glance in her direction, which she blithely ignored.
Spotting a restaurant, she gently tugged at Hiiro's sleeve while pointing to the brightly-lit shop.
They crossed the near-empty streets and entered the warm room with a ding. Choosing a table, they sat down before Usagi ordered half of the items on the menu. The waitress shot them a sly wink, which Hiiro ignored and Usagi missed, before scurrying away to fulfill the late night "snack".
Removing her scarf and settling down in her seat, Usagi noticed Hiiro's eyes following her every movement.
"I just ordered a minimal amount so you won't go bankrupt," she explained in all seriousness.
Hiiro continued to stare at her, not flinching as she made a face at his stoic face. Babysitting wasn't listed in the job requirements, he noted bitterly.
The food came quickly as they were the only customers at such an unearthly hour, and Usagi inhaled the food, drawing sharp glances from the waitress who had served them. In total, the little excursion took under ten minutes.
The blonde had begun tugging at his arm the instant the restaurant door closed behind them again, with another ding. She walked resolutely in the direction away from the hotel.
"What do you think you're doing?!" he snarled, yanking at his arm, but her grip was tight and unrelenting. Panic flooded him and clouded his mind before he hastily pushed it away. Reaching with his other hand to feel his pockets, he realized that he hadn't bothered to bring any weapons. Cursing out loud, he yanked harder.
Innocent blue eyes glanced back at him. "Don't worry, I just want to show you something," she smiled softly up at him. Her earnestness struck a sensitive nerve.
They walked on, further and further away from the city's neon bright lights until they reached an open area. He could barely make out scraggly trees a bit farther in the direction they had been heading.
"Look," she whispered softly while pointing up at the sky, "Aren't they beautiful?" Dreamy blue eyes stared up into heaven.
Hiiro's eyes traveled in the direction her arm stretched and blinked. Confusion enveloped him in its beguiling embrace as he frowned. This girl … this Usagi was something different – agile and dangerous as a criminal, one of her occupation's "star employees", but past the thorny exterior there was a soft inside and a little girl simply wanting to be normal. A little girl with the thoughts and actions of average little girls. With the same childlike admiration for the world around her. His heart grew heavy –he was never allowed to be like that.
"Yes, they are," he replied equally softly and inwardly frowned at the tone of his voice.
What made this girl so special? So much more special than any others ... so different from him and yet so alike. So full of happiness but holding a silent sadness in her endless pools of blue. Having the mind of a child but having seen all that a person could possibly have witnessed. What made her more okay than him? A familiar longing took its reserved place in his heart. The familiar feeling of loneliness and desperation ... he wanted to be okay too...
She turned and smiled at him warmly before casting her eyes down to hide sudden tears. Laughing a bit and crying a bit, she lied down on the cold September ground, never once taking her eyes off the speckles of silver.
The laughter soon died away and dissolved to bitter tears. Her lips moved as if forming words that he had to lean close to hear. "Just like night lights in the sky ... always bright, no feelings, no nothing..."
An incomprehensible feeling took over his body, drowning him under a bewildering tide of emotions and causing him to have a sudden urge ... He bent down slowly over her upturned face and just breathed, enjoying the sensation of her warm breathing on his cheek and the simple intimacy.
A few moments lapsed in time before he bent further and hesitantly brushed his lips against hers. Once, twice, thrice. Wide blue eyes now stared up at him but without the malice he expected ... with wonder ...? Her breath came out in short gasps, and all she ever wanted ... all she ever needed was for their lips to touch ... Reaching up with her arms, she entwined her fingers in his hair and brought his face to hers.
A cold bit of ice fell on her cheek, and she let go of him to investigate. Laughing out loud, she jumped up and began twirling in the small snowflakes. Twirling as the ice twirled around her ... All he could do was stare at her. At her with marvel and fear ... fear that she might be able to change him. Fear that he might begin to feel again. Fear that she might be the key to unlocking his heart.
Finally coming to a halt, Usagi noticed that the winter sun peeking over the line of scattered trees. The snow kept falling unheeded, but it was morning. Turning back to Hiiro, she leaned close to him until her breath tickled his ear. His breathing sped up along with his heart, and a feeling of euphoria soaked into his body to the very core.
"I'm hungry again," she whispered before running away, giggling peals of laughter and motioning for him to catch up.
As impossible as this love may be, he indulged in being normal if for just one night ... if for just this one moment...
Impossible ... he didn't even know half of it.
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