Leave Me Breathless by Hikari-chan
Disclaimer: I like apples and oranges. I don´t like celery and asparagus. I own the keyboard I´m typing on. I don´t own Sailormoon and Gundam Wing.
AN: *nervous laugh* Well, I finally sat down and wrote up this chapter. The first part has been sitting around for awhile, but since the university letters started coming in, in addition to the usual busy school months of April and May, I´ve been a little unmotivated. Lots of stuff were happening these two months: Anime North (convention), non-prom night out, various get-togethers and project meetings.
Silver-Star: Usa desperately wants to ditch Duo. LOL. But he wouldn´t give up.
Amanda: O.O I certainly hope not, or you might have died a few times already. XD
sapphireskies: My bro in show biz would be like me and fanfics. XD Inconsistency in timing.
Heart Soul: Love is blind. Or infatuation is blind. Duo´s not necessarily stupid, per say, but he only sees what he wants to see. Concerning Usagi, he wants her to like him, so he ignores what points in the opposite direction.
Tenshi-Hotaru: I like that suggestion. I´ll focus a little more on Makoto next chapter. I just seem to like writing Heero and Usa. ^^;;;
Sarah: I agree. I would have blown up a microwave if my mom hadn´t yelled at me to stop a couple seconds before I hit the "start" button. And I´d like to think I´m relatively intelligent. XD
Damian Morte: Actually, I was hoping to get that image across in the beginning chapters. In the more recent few, I wanted to suggest that there may be more, especially with the scene where Heero doesn´t take advantage of Usa´s drunken state. If he was just using her, he wouldn´t feel so bad about it, right? Then again, maybe I haven´t quite succeeded at what I wanted to do. So I´ll keep trying. ^^
Kawaii Chibi Megami: ROFL. I like the little Wufei and Ami running around. XD
Ice Blue Eyes: You know something? SW was close to coming out before this one. But I changed my mind on the ending halfway through and decided to scrap what I have. XD So I´m back to square one for that.
Angelight: Don´t apologize. If I couldn´t take constructive criticism, I should stop writing. ^^ I can see how Duo may be more sincere. At least he´s taking the right steps in courting Usagi-chan. I would be suspicious of a guy too if he´s kissed me more than once and hasn´t even asked me out. =P Let´s see if I can fix that in the following chapters. Actually, probably not likely until the end.
Celestial Dreamblaze: I have problems writing Heero with anyone but Usa. He´s not even nice to anyone but Usagi. XD Well, except Ami as of this story, but she´s married to Wufei.
Sakura Kinomoto: If you write CCS, I´ll read. ^^ I try with the lines, but I´m slowly running out.
Chibi Koneko: I can´t bring Mamoru and Hotaru back in yet. They have a role later in the fic, and they can´t come back in just yet.
To all those who reviewed and those who emailed me: I´m completely honest when I say this chapter wouldn´t have come out without you. I do read on ff.net. I remember linking from my own author page to my favourite stories, and thinking "oh no, not another review". XD The reason? The more reviews I get, the guiltier I feel for not writing. And that makes me sit down and write, no matter how unmotivated I may otherwise have been. You can probably tell in this chapter that I wasn´t at my best, but I couldn´t hold off any longer on not writing, because I felt bad for making you wait, and you let me know that you´re waiting. So a hearty thank you to you all. ^^ You made this update happen.
Warnings: OOC-ness galore. AU. If you´re expecting humour, it´s not here. And there´s a classical reference in here. The Oracle, or Apollo´s Oracle, was a priestess who could foretell the future. And Apollo´s temple was located in a Greek city called Delphi. The Oracle always gave answers in funny riddles.
On with the fic.
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Chapter 13 – Enter History
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"Do you want to go shopping, Usagi?" Duo asked brightly, looking across the table at her hopefully.
Usagi sighed internally. This wasn´t working. She had been civil enough all through the meal, but that didn´t mean the biting replies stopped. She had also tried to start a conversation with the man sitting across from her about electronics. Of course, that had died out before five minutes had passed, considering Duo´s knowledge, or lack thereof, about said topic.
"I do have to work, Mr. Maxwell," Usagi replied.
"Your lunch break isn´t over for another twenty minutes, right?" Duo said. "We could just look around on the streets a little."
"Yes, the pushy crowds, honking cars, polluted air all come together to make a wonderful shopping trip," Usagi muttered, rolling her eyes.
Yet, Duo was not discouraged by her lack of enthusiasm. "Hey!" he suddenly exclaimed. "You know, the other day, Sally Po came onto the set!"
Usagi stared at him blankly. "Is that supposed to be monumental?" she asked, sounding confused.
"Come on! It´s Sally Po!" Duo continued excitedly.
"Who´s that?" Usagi replied with a frown. "I don´t think she acts. I´ve never heard of her before."
Duo blinked. "She´s a rising-star among set designers," he explained, his enthusiasm dying down. "She´s incredibly talented and detailed in her work."
"Oh," Usagi responded, obviously uninterested. "She sounds wonderful."
A long pause followed when neither knew what to say. Duo stared at the beautiful woman sitting across the table from him. This wasn´t what he had pictured as the perfect date. While her attitude remained the same as what he had envisioned, and gotten to know over the week, for some reason, he had always imagined that she would eventually laugh and chat with him, finally having gotten what they call "beyond the surface". He knew he wasn´t the most intelligent person on earth, but that never stopped conversations he had with, say, Minako.
When the bill came, Usagi automatically snatched it up, checked the number, and paid in cash, all in one fluid motion, leaving Duo somewhat dumbfounded.
"You don´t have to pay for me," he suddenly spoke up, watching the waiter take the bill and the money away. "I mean, it´s traditional for the guy to pay on the first date, right?"
Usagi gave him a sideways glance, smiling a little. She had to give him points for trying to be a gentleman. "Tradition is the first step towards boredom," she replied, a little amusement in her voice. "I´ve never been one for tradition. Otherwise, I´d be spinning wool in my bedroom right now."
"But still. . . ." his voice trailed off, not knowing how to respond.
"Don´t worry about it, Mr. Maxwell," Usagi said flippantly. "It wasn´t a date anyway. It was payment for our deal."
"Oh," was Duo´s response. He looked down at the table cloth, disappointed. He had hoped she would change her mind after she got to know him. Apparently, he was wrong.
Usagi obviously noticed his change in moods, and she suddenly felt guilty for using such a harsh ploy. "Listen. . .Duo," she hesitated, not knowing whether it would give him the wrong idea by using his first name. When his head snapped up, his eyes gleaming at her, she hurried on, "I don´t think we´re right for each other. I mean, I think we´d be good friends, just not a good couple."
Duo´s indigo eyes reflected the hurt he felt, and internally, Usagi winced. She hadn´t really wanted to hurt him, just make him realize that her sister was good for him. "Why not?" he asked, appearing like a child who had just been denied his toy.
Usagi sighed. "Because I know the woman who´s perfect for you," she answered evasively, "and it´s not me."
"Then who is it?" he questioned again, looking curiously at her.
Usagi´s lips twitched. She felt like a fortune-teller. "I can´t tell you that. It´s something you have to find out on your own," she decided. "As for why you and I just aren´t meant to be, well, let´s just reflect on how this lunch date went."
She stood up, ready to leave for the office when Duo let out a loud and frustrated sigh.
"Can´t you just give me a straight answer?" he muttered.
This sent Usagi into helpless laughter. She grinned at the actor and winked. "Just call me the Oracle at Delphi," she joked. "Besides, the path of true love never did run smooth."
With a jaunty wave, she rushed out the door, knowing that she was probably going to be late again. Duo watched her leave, sadly for a moment, before a small smile started to break out on his face. Maybe there was someone else for him out there. He never understood what Usagi said half the time, like that oracle thing, which he sensed was supposed to be some sort of joke. Shaking his head, he stood up and grabbed his jacket to leave.
Neither of them had noticed a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant with thick glasses covering his eyes and a digital camera pointed in their direction the whole time they were there.
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"Yes, that´s good," the blonde haired woman said smugly into her cell phone. "Keep it up, and I hope you´re looking into more than just her current actions."
She glanced out the tinted windows of her pink limousine as it travelled down the streets of busy Tokyo, taking her to her next photo shoot, one for an international magazine. The man´s report continued and she nodded to herself as she listened.
"Alright. I want a full report at my house by tomorrow," she decided.
Then, without bothering to say goodbye, she flipped the cell phone shut and tossed it into her purse. The child was going to learn the consequences of messing with her.
~*~*~*~*~
"Miss Hino?" a knock on her door followed by her boss´s voice startled her out of her reverie.
Guiltily, Rei stared at the piles of papers she should already have typed up. But of course, she had been thinking about Mr. Barton. Since their little get-together, she found that he was agreeable sometimes, and despite her hatred for his best friend, he wasn´t like the infamous Mr. Yuy. They had even shared some of their stories about Usagi, and as Rei had predicted, the young woman wasn´t having any problems at work.
"Yes, Mr. Winner," Rei replied, and Quatre walked into her office. "I´m sorry," she began quickly, "the papers aren´t done yet."
If Quatre was surprised at her sudden inefficiency, he didn´t show it. Instead, he gave her a warm smile and a small laugh. "That´s alright, I don´t need them yet," he assured her. "They just have to be done before tomorrow at nine."
Rei visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "I´ll have them done by then," she promised.
Quatre nodded. "There´s something I need to talk to you about," he stated.
"Go ahead," Rei smiled, taking a sip of her now-cold coffee. She had to pay attention from now till well into the night. She had no intention of disappointed Mr. Winner. If she needed to stay up all night to finish her work, she would.
Quatre helped himself to one of the chairs by the desk. "As you know, Miss Relena Peacecraft has been hitting the international market lately," he began.
Rei nodded, hiding her personal distaste for the woman. Even she had to admit that Relena was good at her job.
"A gentleman in England is interested in signing a contract with her and us, so I´m going to attend a meeting in London," Quatre explained. "The plane tickets are for the day after tomorrow. Originally, I had thought about taking Makoto with me, but she just started her chain of restaurants here, so it would be inconvenient for her to leave now. It would be very helpful to me if you could come. I can provide you with a laptop computer to take notes and work on anything you need to do. All you have to do while you´re there is attend the meetings during the day, take down what´s important, and maybe type an official copy of the contract, depending on whether the gentleman´s own secretary will be doing that. You may sightsee and do whatever else in the evening."
Rei stared at him, her heart filled with a bittersweet happiness. On one hand, he wanted her to go with him, even if it was only because she was his secretary. The mere fact that he wanted her company over an older friend who was equally good at secretarial work pleased her. On the other hand, she was still second choice. He was asking her because Makoto had refused to go.
"It would only be a week," Quatre continued hopefully, seeing the unsure emotions across her face. "And Hilde will come as well."
"You need two people to take notes?" Rei asked, clearly surprised.
Quatre smiled sheepishly. "No," he admitted. "I just thought it would be nice for you to have some company other than Miss Peacecraft."
Rei laughed softly, the musical sound filling the room. If nothing else, she had to give in to her boss´s thoughtfulness. "Seeing as you´ve already gone to all these lengths," she teased good-naturedly, "I think I´ll have to agree."
Quatre´s face brightened like a child´s in a candy store. "That would be absolutely wonderful!" he exclaimed.
He stood up and shook Rei´s hand with great enthusiasm. "I have to get back to work, but I´ll give you all the details once we get off," he told her.
"Sure," Rei grinned. "I think I need to get back to work more than you do though."
Quatre glanced at the pile of unfinished documents sitting on her desk, and gave her a questioning look, clearly confused as to why it had taken her so long to do so little. Rei shook her head wryly and gave him a look, telling him not to ask.
He took the hint and left her alone with her thoughts. Closing the door to her office, Quatre leaned heavily against it, wondering why he had decided to ask her, and to lie that Makoto had said it would be inconvenient. He hadn´t even bothered to ask Makoto whether she wanted to go.
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Minako gingerly massaged her temples, staring at what looked like an ancient and messed-up foreign language. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn´t understand the electric mumbo-jumbo the magazine took great detail to talk about.
Sighing, she stood up to get herself a cup of the coffee that Rei always kept on hand in their apartment. Her adrenaline was wearing off. The thing she wanted to do most right now was go to bed, but she couldn´t afford to take a nap.
She took a sip of the coffee and made a face. How could Rei drink that bitter, black stuff everyday? She opened the sugar bowl and helped herself to a generous amount of sugar, then opened the fridge for some cream.
Minako glanced at the clock. Its red, digital numbers blinked back at her, reading one-thirty-three. She had an interview to do with a magazine at two-thirty, which gave her another half an hour to reread that article on elect-something before she needed to head off. She wanted to impress Duo the next time she saw him. She stared at the large amount of text staring back at her. Who cared about little particles with negative charges?
Well, apparently, someone does, she reasoned, otherwise, they wouldn´t have magazines on this stuff. Tapping her chin thoughtfully, she decided she could raid her sister´s collection of books. Just the thought of it made her want to run into the bathroom and puke. Reading Usagi´s books on electronics was about as interesting as watching paint peel off the wall.
The phone rang, and tiredly, Minako picked it up. "Hello," she greeted in an unusually unenthusiastic voice. "Aino and Hino residence. This is Minako."
"Hey, Minako!" the familiar voice greeted her back. "Are you okay? You sound sick."
"Oh, of course not!" Minako chirped falsely. "Why would I be sick, Duo?"
"I don´t know," he replied sheepishly. "You just don´t sound too well."
"I´m just fine. How´d lunch with Usagi go?" she winced as soon as she asked the question. Did she really want to know? No. She didn´t want to hear how well her plans worked and how her sister was now madly in love with the same person she liked.
"It was alright. She´s very untraditional," Duo mused. "We chatted a bit. I thought it was funny that she didn´t know who Sally Po was."
Minako smiled. At least Duo didn´t find out that Usagi probably knew less about make-up than he did. "She´s not very well-known outside of the entertainment industry," she pointed out.
"I guess not," he replied. "Still, I think Usagi and I could be good friends."
Minako´s heart sank. Sure, he didn´t say they were officially dating now, but the fact that they could be friends meant they got along. If Usagi got along with Duo and was attracting his attention, that meant she must be doing something right, something Minako wasn´t doing right. "That´s good," she managed to choke out. "I have to go, Duo. Interview. I´ll talk to you later. Bye!"
She hung up the phone before he even had a chance to say goodbye, leaving Duo a bit bewildered. Minako was acting strangely, not a bit like her usual perky self.
He sighed as he hung up the phone. He had wanted to ask Minako out for dinner, to thank her for all she did, and at least tell her that him and Usagi didn´t work out, and wouldn´t work out. She mentioned an interview. Maybe he´ll call up Mr. Winner and find out where that was, then he could drop by and take her to dinner after work. Yea, that sounded like a good plan. Smiling and whistling, he headed back to the movie set, ready to get back to work.
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"Interesting to see you in the department again for the second time today," Trowa mused in amusement, watching his best friend and boss stroll into the research department.
It was well after work hours, and he was just about to close the doors.
"Nice to see you too," Heero muttered, a bit irritated.
He was still irked at the near-lecture he had gotten from Wufei earlier in the day, and the last thing he needed right now was Trowa on his back too. Whatever happened to privacy?
Trowa picked up his briefcase, ignoring Heero´s sour attitude. "I assume you´ll close up then," he commented nonchalantly. "By the way, she´s still in there."
That earned him a chilling glare. "What makes you think I´m here for the person you´re talking about?" he bit out.
"What else would you be here for, the dust that´s building up in our rooms?" Trowa asked, raising his eyebrow.
"You know, she can replace you," Heero replied.
"I know," Trowa responded easily. "But is she willing to?" He shrugged. "I´ll see you."
He headed out the door, his placid attitude towards the prospect of being fired irritating Heero more than if the man had tossed a sarcastic comment in his direction the way he normally did when the subject was brought up.
Briefly, he wondered why he was here. He didn´t have any claim over her, and he didn´t care enough, right? It wasn´t like he loved her or anything. Rolling his eyes at the series of illogical thoughts that followed, he silently pushed the door to the lab open.
Sure enough, she was still sitting in her chair, typing away at something. To his amusement, the lights were all turned off except for the three near her desk. No doubt she was trying to reduce the cost of the electricity fee, not knowing that he really couldn´t care less for those few hundred dollars.
Quietly, he approached her, admiring the way her lithe body moved each time she leaned forward to type a little more. Her hair swayed gracefully down her back. Shorter pieces fell around her face, and irritated, she brushed them back and out of her face, making him smile.
"So little light is bad for your eyes," he spoke up quietly, making her jump and stifle her scream.
She whirled around and stared at him, obviously surprised, Then her look turned murderous. "Don´t scare me like that!" she scowled. She turned back to her screen.
Heero smirked to himself and walked up to her, watching her work. She was sitting on a tall stool, making it convenient for him to slip his arms around her slender waist. She stiffened in his hold and paused her work. "Tell me, then, chibi-chan," he whispered by her ear, "how should I let you know of my presence next time?"
"Knocking on the door first is an interestingly new idea to you, isn´t it?" Usagi replied dryly, leaning back tiredly against him.
Heero looked down at her, loving and hating her impertinent nature at the same time. He loved it because it was refreshing, but it irked him that she defied him all the time. Without a word, he reached up and saved her work, then turned off her computer against her protests.
"Take a break," he practically ordered. "You´re ahead of schedule, and I meant what I said. It´s bad for your eyes to have so little light."
Usagi laughed softly. "Last time, you were mad because I had all the lights on. This time, I turned off most of the light to save your electric bill, and I still get yelled at," she teased him. "There´s just no pleasing you, is there?"
"I can think of something very pleasant right now," he disagreed.
Usagi shifted uncomfortably in his arms, and she quickly wiggled out of his grasp. Leaping up, she gave him a nervous smile. "Seeing that you´ve commanded me to stop my work, I should head home," she stated.
Heero took a gentle hold of her wrist and spun her around to face him. "Have dinner with me, chibi-chan," he murmured, looking in her liquid blue eyes.
It was a gentle invitation, one that Usagi was having trouble resisting, despite her common sense knowing that it was a very, very bad idea. His eyes held her captive, as though she would never be able to move unless she agreed.
"I. . .uh," Usagi managed to sputter out.
Seeing her hesitation, he gently cupped her chin between his thumb and index fingers. "Say you will," he prompted her.
Gently, he bent his head to kiss her. Once their lips touched, Usagi collapsed into his arms, her body voluntarily seeking his for comfort and security. He pulled away quickly, knowing that his own body was reacting to her nearness. If they stayed that way any longer, he wasn´t going to be able to control his own actions.
"I think," he stated flatly, "that you are in need of a lot of rest. And some food."
Usagi sighed, holding onto his arm for support. Whether her legs gave out because of her own tiredness or because of his kiss was a mystery to her. Maybe it was a little of both. "And I think," she retorted, "that you are not very gifted at convincing people the verbal way."
"I rather enjoy my non-verbal method," Heero stated, turning out two of the three lights. "We´re having dinner."
"Thanks so much for asking," Usagi replied, obviously irritated. She pulled out of his arms and picked up her purse and coat. "You know what? How about this? I´ll have dinner with you if you cook it."
Heero blinked. Then, catching the dancing gleam in her vivid eyes, he realized that she was trying to get out of her current predicament, so to speak. "You doubt my culinary skills," he stated rather flatly, a little offended.
"Obviously," Usagi replied, smiling cheekily. "Well?"
Heero wondered to himself why he was getting ready to agree. If it had been anyone else, even Trowa or Wufei, he would have tossed them out of the building, literally, and say "to hell with dinner". But he couldn´t seem to do that to his chibi-chan. Either he was sick, or he was getting soft.
"Fine," he decided. "Come on." He led her out the door to the elevator.
As they waited, Usagi spoke up, "Should I run to the pharmacy and get some painkillers?"
"You´ll regret saying that," he warned her as they stepped into the elevator.
Much to her surprise, he slid a card through one of the slots in the elevator panel and hit the button for the top floor instead of the lobby. "Did you leave something behind?" she asked.
"Yes, my apartment," Heero answered dryly.
Usagi blinked. "Wait, let´s backtrack," she said carefully. "You live in this building?"
Just then, the elevator door opened to reveal an elegantly carpeted hallway with cream-coloured walls and little crystal lamps on the fine oak tables spread down the short corridor.
"This is the top floor?" Usagi questioned. "I always thought you worked on the top floor."
Heero smirked. "You thought wrong," he informed her. "This floor´s only accessible with a key card though, so not many people know about it."
He led her down the hall to a single room at the end, and using the electronic key card to open the door, he showed her inside and turned on the lights.
The sight of his living quarters took Usagi´s breath away. The whole foyer and living room had next to no walls. Instead, where it was possible, the walls were replaced by floor-length glass panels, providing a perfect, unobstructed view of the Tokyo skyline at night. The stylish furniture, the expensive art pieces around the room, and the overall architecture of the apartment just screamed wealth and sophistication.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Heero said, taking great amusement in her reaction to his home. It pleased him to know that she was impressed.
"Humble?" Usagi echoed, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Then I should probably inform you that the rest of us normal people live in the slums of Tokyo."
The sarcasm in her voice wasn´t lost on Heero, and he smirked at the comment. "Trowa and Wufei have nicknamed this 'the Bachelor Pad´," he continued, closing the door and taking her coat from her.
"I´ll say," Usagi agreed, looking around. The subtle shade of gray used seem to hide the true power of the whole place, the way the owner of the apartment hid his aura of power in his large frame. She wrinkled her nose. "This whole place is so. . .masculine."
Heero laughed. "I would hope so," he murmured. "Did I disappoint you?"
"Very," Usagi teased. "I was expecting something pink and frilly."
He shook his head and headed for the kitchen, leaving Usagi to look around his living room. Curiously, she approached the large bookcase standing against the opposite wall. Other than the large amount of computer books he had, there were also a few pictures in simple, silver frames.
The first one she picked up was of two men. Both had the same dark brown hair, but while the younger one had those Prussian blue eyes she had grown familiar with, the older one had amber brown ones that seemed to glow.
This must be his father, Usagi thought to herself. Briefly, she wondered where the man was now. He didn´t look that old in the picture. Heero looked about twenty-five or so, and the other man looked like he was in his mid-forties. Technically speaking, he should still be alive. Then again, accidents happened.
Putting the picture down, she picked up the next one, which showed Heero, Trowa, and Wufei in their formal attire, probably for some sort of special event. Curiously, she checked the corner for a date. It was taken the year before in mid-April.
"That was Wufei´s wedding," Heero´s voice supplied from the doorway, startling Usagi.
She sighed and set the picture down. "Must you always do that?" she asked.
"I will not resort to knocking in my own home," Heero replied flatly.
Usagi laughed softly. "You´re close to Wufei and Mr. Barton?" she stated rather than questioned.
"Best of friends for as long as I can remember," Heero answered, walking up to where she stood. He fought down the irritation he felt when he heard her call Wufei by his first name again. Instead, he decided to elaborate. "My father was friends with their fathers."
"Where are they now?" Usagi inquired softly, looking up at him. "Your fathers, I mean."
"Dead," Heero answered simply, making Usagi gasp. Quickly, he put his finger to her lips, shushing her next words. "If you´re going to tell me you´re sorry, save your breath," he warned her. "I don´t want pity."
Usagi smiled, then reached up to take his hands away from her face. "What are you going to do about it if I do tell you I´m sorry," she teased.
His eyes fell to her lush lips, and then to the graceful curve of her neck, exposed because she had left the top button of her blouse unbuttoned. "If you want to know, why don´t you try?" he murmured huskily, watching realization shine through in her bright sapphire eyes.
She dropped her hands and turned away. "Maybe not," she muttered, knowing that what he had in mind wasn´t going to be pleasant. Or it might be a little too pleasant, her mind supplied. "I just thought it was a shame he died so young," she amended. "And Mr. Barton and Wufei´s father are dead too?"
"Fitting, isn´t it?" he drawled sardonically. "Three best friends died together on a plane crash on their way home from a business trip. Exactly the way it would be out of a movie."
Usagi glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She sensed that he didn´t like his father very much, even if he respected the man. Deciding not to provoke him, especially since they were alone in his apartment together, she took a look at the last picture on the shelf. She recognized the man as Heero. Next to him was a beautiful woman with mysterious aquamarine eyes that seemed to mock the camera. Her wavy auburn hair fell gracefully around her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Both of them were smiling politely, as though they were hiding their sorrows from the photographer.
"Don´t tell me that´s your mother," Usagi joked, pointing to the woman in the picture. "She´s so young."
Instead of replying with some amused comment to her own age as she expected he would, Heero stiffened and his face went completely stony. "It´s not," he stated in monotone.
Usagi blinked. "Mr. Yuy?" she prompted. Was it the subject of his mother that caused the sudden change of mood? Or did it have something to do with the woman in the picture?
"She was my fiancée."
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End of Chapter 13.
AN: I think I need to work on this story´s subplot. (Rei, Quatre, Trowa, Makoto) While their story is moving, it´s supposed to be parallel to the main plot. (Heero, Usagi, Minako, Duo) And it´s actually moving much slower and with less detail. Maybe next chapter, I´ll focus on the subplot and leave the main plot. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed that, even if it´s only a little. Please review and tell me what you thought. Interesting? Want more? Boring? Hope I would rot in hell? Leave your thoughts! XD