Hey look, it was only a little after a week for this update! Aren't you proud? Anyway, like I said before, this fic is really taking on a mind of its own, which is a good thing, I think. Makes things more interesting. I hope you like this chapter. Read on and enjoy!
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It was another four hours before Hiiro and Trowa saw Usagi emerge from the shrine. They watched as she hugged another woman and then took off in her car. Discretely following, they pulled into the parking lot of a nearby café. Apparently Usagi was going for breakfast.
After sitting silently in the car for a few minutes, Trowa finally spoke. "We might learn more if we talk to her."
"What do you mean?" Hiiro asked gruffly, arms crossed in front of him.
"Well, we can go and 'accidentally' run into her. We may be able to pry some information from her, don't you think?" In all reality, this was true. If anyone had anything to say, Hiiro would be the one to extract that information from them. And Trowa would be there to keep him in check. But he did have to admit that his reasoning wasn't entirely one-sided. His stomach had started growling an hour earlier, and he really wanted something to eat.
Hiiro thought about the proposal for a moment before finally answering, "Fine. But we're not staying long."
Trowa smiled to himself as he got out of the car and followed Hiiro into the café. Glancing around, he was surprised at just how many people were up and about at eight in the morning. It took him a minute to spot Usagi in the back, sitting in a booth by herself. Nodding in her direction Hiiro, Trowa began walking towards her.
As a shadow fell over her, Usagi glanced up from swirling her coffee. A look of surprise briefly passed over her face. "Hiiro and Trowa, right?" she asked uncertainly.
"Right," Trowa smiled at her. "How are you this morning, "Miss Tsukino?"
"Usagi, please. And I'm good, thank you for asking. Would you like to join me for breakfast?" she offered.
Before Hiiro could oppose, Trowa answered, "Of course we will." He slid into the booth across from her, a disgruntled Hiiro sliding in next to him. "So, Usagi, just get off from work?" he asked conversationally.
"Oh, no, I've been off since midnight. Just woke up." She grinned sheepishly, taking a sip from her coffee. "Been extra tired lately."
"Working too much?" Trowa could be sympathetic to that. It seemed that all the guys ever did was work. Even on their downtime, here they were, working. Of course, this was for the protection of a friend and esteemed world leader, so it was for a just cause.
Usagi shook her head. "More like stress, of the emotional variety."
At this, Hiiro let out an exasperated sigh. He had better things to do than sit here and listen to a girl whine about her emotions. If he wanted to hear about clothes and hair and how exasperating the opposite sex was at the present moment, he would listen to Duo. And that was not going to happen.
Trowa elbowed Hiiro in the side, hard, which earned him a patented death glare. To Usagi he said, "Don't mind him. He didn't have any toys as a child."
"Do guns count?" Hiiro muttered to himself, but the comment didn't go unnoticed by Usagi. She narrowed her eyes at him ever so slightly before changing the subject.
As the waitress came by, they all ordered their breakfast. "Your usual, Usagi?" asked the smiling redhead.
"Of course, Unazuki, arigato," Usagi answered, returning the smile.
They continued talking, mostly about general topics such as books and current events. Well, Usagi and Trowa talked, while Hiiro just glowered in his seat. Usagi wondered why he even bothered staying if he didn't want to be there. She was just about to ask him that when Trowa interrupted their brief silence.
"Usagi, how did you recognize Miss Relena?" His tone was very low so as not to be heard by foreign ears, and his expression was serious. Dead serious.
At once Usagi knew that this was the reason they had stopped by in the first place. They wanted to know if she would leak any information to the press, or probably if she herself was an assassin after the pacifist princess. She wanted to burst out laughing. Actually, she really wanted to slug both of them, Hiiro especially, because now his steely gaze was on her, almost like he was trying to frighten her into answering.
"I'm not after her. I don't have any lurking vendetta with the knowledge of her being in town." Usagi said each word slowly, in a tone that matched Trowa's, but hers was laced with bridled anger. "Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'll take my leave." She stood, tossing a couple of bills on the table before storming out of the café.
Only pausing enough to exchange bewildered (or, in Hiiro's case, smug) glances, the two were on their feet and out the door. They watched as the blonde stomped down the sidewalk, abandoning her car in the parking lot. Even from a distance, they could see her gesturing angrily, no doubt muttering under her breath. With a slight nod in her direction, Trowa and Hiiro began their mission on foot.
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Of all the nerve! Usagi was positively fuming. Never in her entire life had she been accused of wanting to take advantage of or physically harm anyone, and here she was, being accused of each in one swift punch!
Although, she realized that she really didn't blame them. They were, after all, only doing their jobs in trying to protect Miss Peacecraft. But still, you'd think they would find a more direct approach of going about accusing people. The situation was almost enough to make her laugh. Almost.
Too wrapped up in her own thoughts, Usagi didn't notice that her path was blocked until she ran into something. "Ouch!" she cried as she stumbled back. A hand reached out and steadied her before she could fall, and she found herself staring into large indigo eyes. Wait a second, he looked familiar...
"Weren't you sitting in a car outside the club last night?" Usagi asked slowly. When a brief look of surprise and guilt flitted across his face, she put two and two together, and once again her temper began to flare. "You're with them, aren't you!" she exclaimed, poking a finger at his chest accusingly. Not waiting for an answer, she rambled on. "Kami, can't I go anywhere without being followed? You guys are everywhere!" She pushed past him and continued on down the sidewalk.
As Hiiro and Trowa came jogging up to him, Duo scratched his head and stared after the girl. "A bit emotional, isn't she?" he asked dumbly.
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Leave it to the G-boys to screw everything up once again... No wonder they've been single for so long! They just don't know how to act around women (or people, for that matter). Well, I'm thinking next chapter, Usagi is going to meet up with Quatre for the first time in six months... I don't quite know how I'm going to write it, but I started working on a scene yesterday, so we'll see. Anyway, please review! Reviews make me happy, and a happy author is a productive author. I love you guys!
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It was another four hours before Hiiro and Trowa saw Usagi emerge from the shrine. They watched as she hugged another woman and then took off in her car. Discretely following, they pulled into the parking lot of a nearby café. Apparently Usagi was going for breakfast.
After sitting silently in the car for a few minutes, Trowa finally spoke. "We might learn more if we talk to her."
"What do you mean?" Hiiro asked gruffly, arms crossed in front of him.
"Well, we can go and 'accidentally' run into her. We may be able to pry some information from her, don't you think?" In all reality, this was true. If anyone had anything to say, Hiiro would be the one to extract that information from them. And Trowa would be there to keep him in check. But he did have to admit that his reasoning wasn't entirely one-sided. His stomach had started growling an hour earlier, and he really wanted something to eat.
Hiiro thought about the proposal for a moment before finally answering, "Fine. But we're not staying long."
Trowa smiled to himself as he got out of the car and followed Hiiro into the café. Glancing around, he was surprised at just how many people were up and about at eight in the morning. It took him a minute to spot Usagi in the back, sitting in a booth by herself. Nodding in her direction Hiiro, Trowa began walking towards her.
As a shadow fell over her, Usagi glanced up from swirling her coffee. A look of surprise briefly passed over her face. "Hiiro and Trowa, right?" she asked uncertainly.
"Right," Trowa smiled at her. "How are you this morning, "Miss Tsukino?"
"Usagi, please. And I'm good, thank you for asking. Would you like to join me for breakfast?" she offered.
Before Hiiro could oppose, Trowa answered, "Of course we will." He slid into the booth across from her, a disgruntled Hiiro sliding in next to him. "So, Usagi, just get off from work?" he asked conversationally.
"Oh, no, I've been off since midnight. Just woke up." She grinned sheepishly, taking a sip from her coffee. "Been extra tired lately."
"Working too much?" Trowa could be sympathetic to that. It seemed that all the guys ever did was work. Even on their downtime, here they were, working. Of course, this was for the protection of a friend and esteemed world leader, so it was for a just cause.
Usagi shook her head. "More like stress, of the emotional variety."
At this, Hiiro let out an exasperated sigh. He had better things to do than sit here and listen to a girl whine about her emotions. If he wanted to hear about clothes and hair and how exasperating the opposite sex was at the present moment, he would listen to Duo. And that was not going to happen.
Trowa elbowed Hiiro in the side, hard, which earned him a patented death glare. To Usagi he said, "Don't mind him. He didn't have any toys as a child."
"Do guns count?" Hiiro muttered to himself, but the comment didn't go unnoticed by Usagi. She narrowed her eyes at him ever so slightly before changing the subject.
As the waitress came by, they all ordered their breakfast. "Your usual, Usagi?" asked the smiling redhead.
"Of course, Unazuki, arigato," Usagi answered, returning the smile.
They continued talking, mostly about general topics such as books and current events. Well, Usagi and Trowa talked, while Hiiro just glowered in his seat. Usagi wondered why he even bothered staying if he didn't want to be there. She was just about to ask him that when Trowa interrupted their brief silence.
"Usagi, how did you recognize Miss Relena?" His tone was very low so as not to be heard by foreign ears, and his expression was serious. Dead serious.
At once Usagi knew that this was the reason they had stopped by in the first place. They wanted to know if she would leak any information to the press, or probably if she herself was an assassin after the pacifist princess. She wanted to burst out laughing. Actually, she really wanted to slug both of them, Hiiro especially, because now his steely gaze was on her, almost like he was trying to frighten her into answering.
"I'm not after her. I don't have any lurking vendetta with the knowledge of her being in town." Usagi said each word slowly, in a tone that matched Trowa's, but hers was laced with bridled anger. "Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'll take my leave." She stood, tossing a couple of bills on the table before storming out of the café.
Only pausing enough to exchange bewildered (or, in Hiiro's case, smug) glances, the two were on their feet and out the door. They watched as the blonde stomped down the sidewalk, abandoning her car in the parking lot. Even from a distance, they could see her gesturing angrily, no doubt muttering under her breath. With a slight nod in her direction, Trowa and Hiiro began their mission on foot.
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Of all the nerve! Usagi was positively fuming. Never in her entire life had she been accused of wanting to take advantage of or physically harm anyone, and here she was, being accused of each in one swift punch!
Although, she realized that she really didn't blame them. They were, after all, only doing their jobs in trying to protect Miss Peacecraft. But still, you'd think they would find a more direct approach of going about accusing people. The situation was almost enough to make her laugh. Almost.
Too wrapped up in her own thoughts, Usagi didn't notice that her path was blocked until she ran into something. "Ouch!" she cried as she stumbled back. A hand reached out and steadied her before she could fall, and she found herself staring into large indigo eyes. Wait a second, he looked familiar...
"Weren't you sitting in a car outside the club last night?" Usagi asked slowly. When a brief look of surprise and guilt flitted across his face, she put two and two together, and once again her temper began to flare. "You're with them, aren't you!" she exclaimed, poking a finger at his chest accusingly. Not waiting for an answer, she rambled on. "Kami, can't I go anywhere without being followed? You guys are everywhere!" She pushed past him and continued on down the sidewalk.
As Hiiro and Trowa came jogging up to him, Duo scratched his head and stared after the girl. "A bit emotional, isn't she?" he asked dumbly.
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Leave it to the G-boys to screw everything up once again... No wonder they've been single for so long! They just don't know how to act around women (or people, for that matter). Well, I'm thinking next chapter, Usagi is going to meet up with Quatre for the first time in six months... I don't quite know how I'm going to write it, but I started working on a scene yesterday, so we'll see. Anyway, please review! Reviews make me happy, and a happy author is a productive author. I love you guys!