Hi again! First off let me thank you for the reviews...
Tenshi no Yupiteru: Thank you! I sent you a picture with some pictures of the contours, I hope that eliminates any confusion. And if it's not to much trouble, twiddles fingers, may I have some ice cream?
serenity777: I listened!
TsukinoGodess: I think so too, but I plan on adding a couple of bends and turns in to the equation. I like Hiiro/Usa but not as much as I like Trowa/Usa. Oh the love figures I'm planning on coming up with...
chaoticwisdom: Thanks! Neither can I.
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Angelight: Sa! One of my idols! I'm really sorry I couldn't send this to you, but everytime I tried I just got it sent back to with the reply "Host Uknown". I'm sorry, I gave up after the fifth time. But I'll try again! I swear I will!
I'm going away for three weeks to Europe, YAY! I'm so happy! I'll probably have like the whole rest of the story written out, I have the basic plot line down now, so all I have to do is finish up some chapters and figure out the ending.
Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing or SailorMoon. But I would of owened the Gundam Wing Box Set if my Mom didn't tell me that she drove herself back intodebtand needed all the money I had. Sob
She dragged herself down the road lethargically.
Hiiro had been at the preventers meeting for almost four hours already and had just called to tell her not to wait up for him.
He hung up before she could tell him that she was lost, had no idea where they lived, and didn't have a key to get in the apartment.
So here she was, dragging her sorry ass back up and down the strip mall that she had stumbled upon in her search for a way home. The Strip had a cheap diner and a couple of other stores, but all she needed was the diner. So she popped in, got a cheeseburger and fries, ate three ice cream Sundays, and left, after paying, of course.
Usagi dimly thought of calling her stotic charge, which was kinda ironic considering she was also his charge as well, but realized he would have turned his cell phone off for the remainder of the meeting.
So she was stuck here, lost and cold, getting dirty leers from guys that were probably triple her age. Gag.
She glared straight up and seethed at the heavens, "Spiting me for my earlier remarks, eh? Well, go ahead! You can't possibly make it any worse," she paused as the colony's sky became overcast, "And if it rains I'll do a strip tease for all those horny guys over yonder."
Nothing changed though, the sky stayed overcast. Letting out a 'hmpf' she hoisted her jeans up a little higher and walked back down the Strip.
So, after deciding she had nothing better to do, she decided to take a trip down memory lane. Specifically the memories of when Hiiro first entered her life.
It was nearly two years ago that she had been found guilty. And one year, nine months ago she had Hiiro literally shoved into her care. She had been given two options: Get Hiiro to be human now that a fragile peace had been established or a punishment, a sentence of which she didn't even want to think about.
And so she had gone the Hiiro route, he had been unconscious and she had been dropped off at an apartment with him. After strapping a transmitter to her ankle, they shoved Hiiro and his bags at her and left. Nothing for her but a small wad of money and a threat that if anything should happen to him while he was in her care she was dead.
And so began life with Hiiro, they'd gotten off to a rocky start after he shot her, but that was a while ago. So with a lot of patience, cursing, effort, and both suicide and death threats, Hiiro was acting human. He had a few slip ups, but he was damn near close to having emotions.
And she was damn proud of herself for picking up some of his bad habits. Like cursing, such a truly wonderful thing. A blessing in the truest sense of the word. Well, maybe that was a bit overboard, After all, she thought rolling her eyes and pursing her lips, she didn't want to be spited again any time soon.
But as she sat in the ever-darkening night she wished she had grown a reinforced backbone as well, that and remembered where their apartment was.
When she had gotten to the apartment it was pitch black and she was wishing she had one of those new fancy light up watches that were all over the television.
Her trek home was a learning experience, after being hit on by a male prostitute and a couple of ones that weren't male they finally agreed to help her. Tobby, the male prostitute, had explained the way back to the building, but she tuned him out halfway through to watch the fireflies as they made their way to where ever they were heading.
Tobby was a pretty boy in the truest sense of the word, he was pretty and a boy. He had long, waist length thick, luxurious red hair and mocha colored almond eyes. He had a delicate, yet well set build with an olive skinned reflection. He wasn't wearing a shirt and was wearing a pair of black skin tight pants, she couldn't tell the material, but it was smooth and shiny, like the reflection off a car. His smile though, was what persuaded her to give him her cell phone number, that and the fact that she was on the verge of breakdown, and was never really right in the head in the first place.
He had realized eventually she wasn't paying attention, and took the time to study her appearance. Her eyes were slightly glazed over and the fireflies glinted off of them. Her outfit was aged, yet stylish, and gazing at her golden locks a devilish smirk found its way onto his face.
Her lips were slightly parted, and what full pouty lips they looked to be… Looking around sneakily his smirk became more pronounced, it looked like all his fellow hookers had gone back to their jobs.
Licking his lips, he leaned forwards...
