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Quote of the Week: "I had a handle on life, but then I broke it."
I Have A Headache! – Chapter 6
By: Eternal Rose
~* Dimension SM *~
Usagi sat once more before the table in Hikawara Shrine where she had first discovered herself upon waking up. The nightmare seemed to be growing worse and worse. First – trapped in a room with unknown females, as a female. She shuddered slightly. Then – the odd offers to help by beating up her protector. Which would be fine, she was sure, except that she did a damn good job of protecting herself and had absolutely no idea of whom the others were speaking. Now this whole business with the transformations… she didn't know what to think, but she wanted answers. As in, yesterday.
Usagi stared at those surrounding her. They stared back at her. She said tersely, "Explanation. Now."
They kept staring at her.
Usagi counted slowly backwards from ten.
The blank stares remained.
Usagi began to wish desperately for the presence of her gun.
"If someone doesn't start explaining this in the next few seconds, I'm walking out that door and not returning." Usagi threatened, hoping to draw at least some reaction. She mentally noted that it was the longest sentence non-mission related that she had pronounced in the past several years. Usagi found this oddly pleasing, although her facial expression continued to give nothing away.
"Listen Usa," Mamoru began. She glared at him, and the raven haired man cut himself off immediately. **This might not be my body** Usagi thought, **but I still know better than to trust that creep on instinct. Ugh. He's worse than that pestersome princess.**
"Usagi, there's something we need to tell you." Ami began. **Goddess, this is hard. How do you explain a complete life to someone who ought to already know it? Does she remember? Is she faking it? Man, I wish my computer could tell me something about this. I'll have to write a program on psychology and the inner workings of the mind at some point in the not too distant future.**
"We're not really sure what happened to you earlier. Since you remember being Sailor Moon – "Ami continued, seeing that she had the blonde's full (and rather unnerving) attention. **That's right, that's my name in that godawful get up. Attractive looking, sure, but bloody annoying.** "I think you might remember more. Do you?"
"Hn." Usagi replied unthinkingly. She mentally shook her head – there was no braided baka here to translate for her, so she would have to resume speaking again. J had always said that showing weakness was bad, but the girls at least seemed rather akin to the pilots. Less serious to be sure, but trustworthy nevertheless. "Not really. However, I do not believe that he" – she indicated Mamoru – "needs to be present for this discussion."
"But Usako!" Mamoru began. However, the rest of his whining words were cut off as he was flung abruptly out the door by Makoto.
Internally, Usagi applauded and thought, **This could make life interesting.**
~* Dimension GW *~
After Heero had somewhat more gawkily then usual managed to mount the mammoth machine, it was time for their mission to save Relena. His difficulties in boarding had not, unfortunately, gone unnoticed by his comrades, or the watchful eyes of Sally Po. **If his fighting is as off as his climbing** thought Wufei, **then we're in a whole lot of trouble. Injustice!**
The journey to the base was fairly smooth – not a single problem so far as anyone could tell. **This is so cool!** rejoiced Heero. **Wait until the girls about this, I bet they'll be so jealous.** Here he laughed somewhat maliciously. **Ami will be absolutely green with envy that I understand more about technology than she does!**
Quatre watched Heero over the moniter set with a faint look of concern on his face. Heero still looked so… happy. Somehow, though, the longer that he saw that expression on his friend's face, the more he adjusted to it. Happiness was something that Heero had often been denied, and really, who were he and the others to take away Heero's obvious joy.
They reached the base in stealth mode. It had been decided that Trowa was most likely to successfully retrieve the princess from the base, as Heero was clearly unfit to do so. Duo and Wufei would provide additionally ground support while Quatre and Heero distracted any mobile suits or dolls in the area.
"Ready, guys?" Quatre called over the communicator.
"Shinigami is ready to do battle!" exclaimed Duo maniacally.
"Justice will be served." Wufei acknowledged. Trowa nodded his head. All seemed to be going perfectly normal – the other pilots even half expected to hear Heero's customary indifferent acknowledgement.
"This is gonna be great!" Heero said cheerfully. "Let's do it! In the na – I mean, let's go!"
The others sighed slightly before rolling their eyes and indulgently moving on with the mission. So long as Heero performed, they weren't going to worry about his sudden personality switch for the moment. **And that** Duo pondered **was a very perverted thought. All right!!! I'm corrupting innocent minds like Quatre and Wufei.** No one was entirely sure when Duo suddenly developed psychic powers, but it was later determined that this plot quirk amused the author and that was good enough, since it never reoccurred.
As the three pilots on the ground headed into the complex, they couldn't help but notice Wing blowing up assorted mobile dolls while pulling off some rather … odd maneuvers that vaguely resembles acrobatics. Kind of funny moves, in point of fact – sprawling, everywhere – but nevertheless accomplishing their purpose. As they headed into the base, the three pilots had one shared thought. **This could make life interesting.**
~* End Chapter 6 *~
Author's Poll! Do you want more chapters or longer chapters? I can tell you now that longer chapters will take longer. ^^;;; and given my propensity for taking forever to get around to writing them, that could make waits weeks long. Shorter chapters – well, I wrote this in a single night after school, activities, and homework – in other words, it got finished fairly quickly.
I intend to give this story more time, but I don't always have a lot of it. I'm hoping things will be better once I graduate, but who knows? Anyways, do be sure and vote, I'll see what I can do. ^-^
~Rose