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Warnings: Out of character Hiiro. Not exactly for romantic reasons though. Kinda more like for my happiness reasons. Don't glare at me. An unhappy writer does not write.

Hope you enjoy! ^^

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She didn't sleep well. No, this bunny did not sleep well. And when she didn't sleep well, agitation arose in place of the standard crabbiness. So she was left to ponder, to try to get her mind off the thought that was nagging her and stifling the waves of sleep. She executed intricate math problems well past midnight ... In her head. Without paper.

But even those didn't hold her interest. They led to her reminiscing when she had initially bumped into Duo ... and then even before. She had a terrific life, really. She was a gifted student, compassionate friend, and outgoing on top. Honestly, every teacher was prepared to alter the answer key for her when she got something marked wrong.

In that aspect, she supposed, self-actualization [1] was attained and accepted courteously. Her ethical side chose to plague her though, gouging at her with poison-filled guilt which twisted a pain that couldn't mend or be gotten rid of. Misery wasn't something a doctor could heal, no matter how great of one he is.

No, she didn't detest herself. One side cherished what she was doing and believed that it was unanimously righteous and proper. After all, wasn't Robin Hood upheld by the common people?

Robin Hood. That would have to be whom she was trying to impersonate. Not to sound excessively narcissistic, but she had the wits and skill to equal the illustrious hero of lore. And she used it in the same manner. Almost.

In place of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, she settled with something a little less extreme. Besides, if she did follow Robin's footsteps exactly, tricky questions would be.

So she settled with simply returning things of value to people whom they were robbed from. She was stealing to combat stealing. Which led to why a darker side was clashing with this bright one.

She approved of the morbid logic 'an eye for an eye' regardless of her kindergarten teacher's hopeless attempts to clarify to her that returning aggression with more aggression wasn't ethical or smart. She let it devour her wholeheartedly and let it carry her into whatever situation it regarded unjust.

Another point to make: she wasn't helping these people for free. Once her name got out, people started to hire her, almost as if she were some kind of hitman.

Yes, she had deluded herself into thinking everything she did was in the name of justice. Yes, the people she stole from were truly corrupt ... but did justice ever demand a reward? Did justice simply let itself go for the adrenaline rush? Did justice ever take, say, a few days off? So much for justice.

A gray smudge, that's what she was. An amorphous being with clashing ideals and half-formed thoughts. She was simply a bewildered soul, torn between good and bad, white and black, light and darkness. And it was simply her bad luck that the two forces met in her. Yes, she was simply a puny gray smudge who thought she was the center of the universe.

And then Duo entered her life with quite a flair. He was all her ideals personified. He was untainted. All white, and fighting for justice the way it should be done – as a peace officer.

After he exited her life, with another flair, a new person was sent to provoke her unanswered questions and wake up the dormant darkness so that it could battle the light in her. What a great guy, huh?

All truth be told, she felt that Hiiro and she were really two sides of the same coin. Both bearing the insecurities of life but expressing it differently, she by allowing the light to dominate and he by giving in to the darkness.

So what was the closing verdict? She didn't know. Even white appeared black in darkness and even black was brightened in the light.

And as previously stated, she didn't sleep well. At all.

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Morning came tapping on her door by way of Hiiro's escalating voice. She tiptoed to the door but not before tripping on a not so conveniently placed electrical wire. Lack of sleep does that to you.

Peering through the slight crevice left by the closed door, she put her ear next to the finely polished wood and listened. Hard.

"What do you mean not top priority!?" a voice so often empty of emotion threatened to reach shouting level as she watched the vague figure of Hiiro pace back and forth. There was a brief silence as the livid policeman listened to the person on the other side of the conversation impatiently.

"Well I wasn't the one who was so eager to get her, was I?" The voice snapped and listened some more to what seemed to be an even sharper reply. "Don't answer that," he cut in and paced some more.

"What do you mean a few months? This isn't procedure, you know! I can understand a few days, maybe even a week, but a few months? What is this, a conspiracy?"

"Yes, yes, I know what that means," he growled and muttered what seemed to be a succession of profanities under his breath.

"This isn't some kid who got caught stealing candy from a baby! That might warrant a few months but this, I tell you, is the woman who single-handedly stole over a thousand of the world's most precious items! Do you know what that means?! That mea-" He was cut off and appeared to be crossly listening to the other person.

Finally, he bit out, voice sodden with sarcasm, "Yes, I know you're not stupid."

"I refuse! I'm not acting the part of a babysitter! Hell, I don't get paid as much as one. If you're going to make me a babysitter, I suggest you pay me the salary of one. Plus my current one."

Another pause followed as Hiiro paced another few steps before stopping sharply. "Oh well, thank you. Let me remind you that I'm the only person who has managed to lay a finger on this girl! And let's not forget who your most valuable agent is! I refuse to be stuck in the back seat!" he ranted, throwing hands up in the air. Sighing loudly, he waited for the answer.

"If I don't hear from you then, I'll start planning your murder-"

"Yes, yes, no threatening the commanding officer. Bye-"

"I said bye! Bye! Goodbye!" With that, he flipped the cell phone shut and stuck it in his pocket. After pacing a few more steps, he headed towards the kitchen.

Usagi turned ninety degrees to her left and leaned heavily against the door. He still thought of her as the formidable thief she was known as. He felt as if he was babysitting her! As for the rest of the conversation, she didn't make much sense of it, but the two parts she had managed to decipher was more than enough to convince her of something – she was not going to get attached to the stupid policeman.

And why the hell did he call himself an agent? a small voice in the back of her mind wondered ponderously.

He had no right! Acting as if he were constantly withdrawn from the world and then speaking paragraphs with his boss! He had no right to make her feel guilty and sorry for him! It was unlawful. The idiotic, two-faced, moronic, egghea-

"Hey! Are you awake or not?" an irritated shout came from the opposite side of the door.

"I'm not!" she shot back with the same amount of irritability. However, nothing prepared her for what happened next. He stormed in, eyes smoldering vividly and mouth drawn in a thin line.

Grabbing her shoulders, he continued walking until her back was to the wall, glaring at her the whole way. Sky-blue eyes glared back obstinately.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" she snarled, eyes shifting from one hand on shoulder to the other before turning back to a darkened gaze.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned closer and forcefully pressed his lips to hers. One hand moved up to finger her hair while another stroked her cheek as he continued to deprive her of oxygen.

Finally, after an eternity of his passion and her immobility, he shifted back and looked at her. Her lips were bruised, cheeks flushed, and eyes closed, lashes brushing against her own skin. And her brow was puckered with fury.

The next thing he knew, he was staring at her in shock, hand reaching up to touch the highly sore spot on a smooth, right cheek.

"You're an idiot, Yui! Sure, just get all moody yesterday, lifting my hopes and then crushing them! And then what do I wake up to today? Your ranting to your boss! As if you're actually not traumatized like the lost, little boy you acted like yesterday! And now you expect me to forgive and forget by forcing me to kiss you?! You think this is what I want?! I'll show you what I want!" And with that, she aimed a slap at his other cheek. Though not effectively. He caught her wrist before her hand made harsh contact so that her fingers brushed uselessly against smooth skin.

"I did not act yesterday. Naturally, I'm fine with arguing with my boss, but I'm not okay with sharing meals with my best friend's murderer. Got it?" he growled, voice no longer expressive, eyes even darker than before, and hand with the power to snap her forearm gripping it so tightly that she thought for sure he would.

But her pride didn't let her leave off there. She aimed her other hand at his already afflicted right cheek and heard a satisfying smack.

"Oh yeah? And exactly why are you baby-sitting me, as you so put it?"

A blink met her question and suddenly the old Hiiro was back, and random, raging emotions were once again sealed away.

"The bastard said we're low on money and the trip to New York has been delayed until further notice. This hotel room is good for about another month, and then we'll be left to fend for ourselves," he answered calmly, letting go of her arm and stepping back several paces to a distance of formality.

"I'm going out for a walk," she muttered and stomped past him. Swinging the door open, she heard a mumbled sentence from the abandoned person in the room and turned. "What?"

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and stumbled out an, "I'm sorry … Usagi."

The fair-headed girl paused a moment in uncertainty, noting that that was the first time those lips had ever uttered her name. Finally, she aimed a glance edged with steel at him and stormed out the door, swinging it shut after her.

Impatient footfalls ensued before pausing. Not long after, they grew louder, heading back in his direction. The blonde appeared again at the door, huffing with rage at the failure of her dramatic exit.

"I need to change," she mumbled uncomfortably, looking down at the airy shift she sported.

He felt a smirk dawn on his face.

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Don't tell me – Hiiro's out of character. I tried to explain it! It's just that, I find it more entertaining this way rather than keeping him as he is – the unemotional ingrate with the perfect monotone and killer looks (pun intended). So. Yeah. This is what resulted. Live with it, people. ^^ Anyhow, please leave a review or email me at angelight97@yahoo.com! Yours, Angel. ^_~

Notes:

1. Self-actualization. Something I picked up from health class. :P Means to feel contented with one's life up to that point.