Move Me
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Summery: Parallel universe where Inner scouts want to become Music Stars. The G-boys are Music Stars already. The Outers own are the record company (with the exception of Hotaru) of both groups and decide to send the girls to be with the G-boys to see how it's done.
Couples: Usagi & Duo Minako
& Heero Ami & Quatre
Rae & Wufei Makoto & Trowa

Chapter 4
Usagi lay on her bed with tears streaming down her face. She had long since convinced her friends that she was just tired and that Duo's words had not affected her. In truth his words had almost destroyed her. She'd wanted to shout at him, scream at him, scratch his face, kick, and do anything that would let him in on her pain. But watching his face, curious yet serene at the same time, made her swallow those feelings. He knew nothing and he was only curious. Usagi supposed that before Mamoru was killed she was just as happy and carefree as Duo.
She smiled grimly into her pillow. Suppose she wasn't the one who was hurt. What if Duo was in her situation. Maybe he'd be stronger. He certainly wouldn't have run away from a question like that. He'd have been stronger and met the question, harmless as it was, head on.
A loud rumble from her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten. She got up and went to the mirror making sure that her face was no longer red and swollen and that her hair wasn't going every which way.
She made her way through the halls quietly until she came upon the kitchen. She hesitated when she saw who was sitting at the table. It was Duo. He had a large bowl of ice cream in front of him, but he wasn't eating it. He stirred it and watched it fall from his spoon back into the bowl before taking a small bite. It seemed as though he had no appetite.
Usagi decided to announce her presence and entered the kitchen. Duo looked up sharply and smiled softly when he saw who it was. He waited as Usagi made a sandwich and came to the table to eat it.
"Usagi," he said looking nervously at his hands as she sat down. "I just want to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just genuinely curious. You seem like a very nice person and I was so certain that maybe you were just as hyper as I am at one time. I'm very sorry if I've caused you to be uncomfortable."
Usagi looked at Duo in amazement. To think that this boy, who she'd always pegged as an air-head, could be this sweet, sensitive, sincere, and smart with an apology. Usagi was willing to bet her entire savings account that Wufei had no idea that Duo even knew the word apologize. She shifted in her seat and looked Duo in the eye, which took some time to do as he was looking at his hands.
"Actually, Duo, you don't have to apologize. You were just curious and to tell the truth I overreacted." Usagi looked down at her sandwich and realized that she suddenly wasn't very hungry. "His name was Mamoru." Duo raised an eyebrow completely lost.
"Who?"
"My boyfriend. His name was Mamoru. He's the reason that we got as far as we did. He was our manager, friend, publicist, you name it. He encouraged us to send out demos and the whole nine. Then," Usagi swallowed hard. "Then last year he got into an accident on his motorcycle and died. He was a really great guy. I'm sure you and the others would have gotten along with him."
"Even Heero," Duo joked. He was trying to lighten the mood and knew the Usagi opening up to him about something so personal was a sign of trust and that she was hurting really bad. She smiled dully.
"Even Heero." They sat in silence for a few more moments before Duo finally asked another question.
"You never fully mourned, did you?" Usagi's face screwed up as she fought against oncoming tears. Duo walked over to her side and pulled her up into his arms and let her cry.
"It's not fair," she sobbed. Duo shook his head and rubbed her back.
"It never is."

"Where's the braided-baka?" Wufei asked Heero the next morning. "He knows we were going to rehearse this morning."
"I'm not his keeper," Heero returned without any zest. He was tired, though he refused to show it. For some reason he'd spent the night thinking, and occasionally dreaming, about a blonde, blue-eyed girl who happened to be one floor above him. It drove him nuts. Well, as nuts as he would allow. He'd never dreamt or thought about a girl and the fact that he was starting to now was foreign.
Wufei snorted. He, obviously, was in a bad mood and the baka was in for it when he finally showed. Heero wasn't the only one who'd spent the night dozing and thinking. The black haired onna had haunted his thoughts and dreams ever since he'd went to his room. He was disgusted with himself. Letting a girl he barely knew get to him was weak. Even more so was the desire to be alone with the onna so that he and she could...Ugh! Frustration was not helping any and where was the baka?
"Why don't we postpone practice until later today?" Quatre suggested. He was obviously the only one who sensed the tension in both Wufei and Heero. Having the two high-strung would help nothing when Duo finally showed up and did his ritual morning taunt, run, and chase with Wufei. When no one said anything Quatre took it as an agreement and left the room followed by the others. He lead them to the living room where he'd planned to watch a movie.
Instead the blonde stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. Laying on the couch, in a deep slumber, were Duo and Usagi. Usagi was laying, fully clothed, on Duo and Duo, also fully clothed, was holding Usagi possessively around the waist. They were covered in a thick red blanket and seemed to be fairly comfortable. Quatre turned on his heel and left quietly. After the others had stared, they followed Quatre quietly in a stunned manner.

Wufei had made his way to the training room and entered when he heard the dark-haired onna named Rei talking. He entered the training room and saw her eyeing his katana's and talking to Makoto.
"Cool swords," she was saying. She studied each sword carefully and judged them quickly.
"Katana," Wufei corrected her knowing he would startle both onnas. "It's a katana."
"Same thing," Rei threw over her shoulder once she'd gotten her bearings. She turned her back to him. "It cuts, doesn't it? Besides, I know what it is. I trained with one for years."
"You?" Wufei snorted. Rei glared.
"Come on then," she taunted. "You and me. A match right here."
"I don't fight weak onnas." Wufei frowned. Did she think him so dishonorable?
"What are you, scared?" Wufei bit his tongue. How dare she challenge his manhood?
"Fine. Pick a katana and let me know when you're ready." He pulled his own katana from the sheath from his side. He never went anywhere without it and wore it during performances.
Rei grabbed a medium sized katana from a rack and turned to Wufei. Makoto who'd stayed so silent she'd been forgotten slipped out of the room quietly. Rei could handle the cocky baka. She shut the door quietly and turned to leaved when she bumped into someone.