"It's actually really weird, y'know? I've just opened the door and they were standing there." She scratched the back of her head when an unexplained itch overcame her. Usagi then laughed nervously at the spectical looks her friends gave her in exchange for her little story. Or escapade as Rei called it. 'Baka Odango,' The shrine maiden hotly retorted. She glared back at the fiery girl who, in turn, glared back at her.

"Hmp." Rei snorted as she crossed her arms and closed her eyes, shifting her body to look away from the Odango. Baka. She opened her eyes to mere slits and looked at Usagi through a glance, raising an eyebrow, "Why did you let them in the house in the first place."

"They were hurt!" The blonde haired girl protested, as she stared with a frown and scowl on her face, giving her an odd expression.

"Well," Ami said as she spoke up among the group of five and smiled at them a little bit, feeling awkward under the heavy stares suddenly directed at them from her interruption. "They may have been injured but they also could have been enemies."

"I would have gotten vibes or something!" The blonde haired girl protested, "Besides, the brunette was hurt really bad and they were cold and…wet!"

"No, they were perfectly dry in the rain." Rei sarcastically mocked as she shot a heated glare at Usagi who stuck her tongue out at her.

"Nya!" Usagi managed with her tongue out in retort to Rei and her snide comment. Minako giggled and Makoto shook her head at their immaturity.

"Fine!" Usagi shouted, standing up as she bit her lower lip and frowned at her friends. They stared at her curious to her latest outbrust. "Come over to my house after school and I'l show them to you!"

"Fine!" Rei shouted back with as much fury as she also stood up and spun around her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Usagi crossed her arms and raised her head to look at the slammed door and also turned around before opening a door behind her also, mimicking Rei's actions, and walked in, slamming it shut.

"Uh…" Makoto said with a raised eybrow as the other two girls silently stared at the door Usagi used, Minako barely holding back her fit of giggles as she turned a rosy red from holding in the giggled. "That's the closet." She hoped her voice was loud enough to call through the wood to reach Usagi's ears.

The door to the closet was slammed open and Usagi was flushed face, a tie hanging off the side of her head and she ripped it off and huffed somewhat before leaving the same way as Rei had while she slammed the door, once more, tightly closed.

Minako burst out laughing.

Can I Take My Gun to Heaven?

By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Quatre frowned as he lightly dabbed a damp washrag across Heero's forehead, hoping to subside the increasing temperature that indictated that the wounds he managed to properly dress had become infected sometime during the night. He had yet to regain consciousness, but every so often he would have a fluctuation or so.

"Get better, Heero." He let his eyes stray from the brunette lying weak on the bed tp examine the room they had found themselves in, bright pastel colors making a somewhat merry emotion linger in the room. It was somewhat messy, comic books strewn about here and there mixed in with food wrappers, stuff animals, and other toys and odd trinkets. The curtains were drawn, shadowing the room and hiding the sun from them. The dreary clouds had only stayed in the morning and as of now, the sun was shining brightly in the sky and birds were chriping here and there.

Quatre sighed heavily, wondering how he somehow always ended up in a situation where he couldn't do anything at all to help. He ran his hands through his hair, growling softly in frustration and helplessness. He didn't even know their location, or better yet where their location was. "It's all my fault…"

Heero groaned on the bed, blinking his eyes open, his ears managing to pick up what Quatre said. The little light flickering in the room made him groggily blink, thankful that he didn't have to open up under observation-like lights. "Its…" He hated the sound of his voice, raspy. How long was he out for? And why was it as hot as the desert? "Not…your fault."

"Heero!" He leaned over to check the brunette's bandages once more, biting his lower lip with mixed emotions flooding through his bluish green eyes. Small spots of crimson streaks were speckled across the stark white bangades, making his skin look even more tan and the blood staining the gauze brighter than that of a rose.

"Ugh…" Heero groaned, closing his eyes as his head pounded at the loud voice of Quatre's. Why did everything hurt? He closed his eyes and tried to calm his ragged breathing. "What…what happened?"

"I don't know." Quatre whispered as he wrung his hands in helplessness. "One minute we're in outer space and then the next, we're here…lying in the street." Heero heard a barely concealed sigh escape from the blonde's lips and Heero opened one of his eyes to look at the teen once more despite his swaying and dizzy vision.

"How bad…?" He questioned, not even having enough strength to lift his head and access his injuries to see how bad off he was.

"Pretty bad." Another sigh, "I managed to patch you up without that girl watching me work on you. She might have called the hospital, and that wouldn't have been good." Quatre picked up the wahsrag once more and lightly dabbed it on the former Wing pilot's forehead to catch the beads of sweat beginning to form. "Do you think you can try some medicine?" Quatre picked up a glass of water lying on the bedside table. He propped Heero up as much as he could without hurting or aggrivating his wounds anymore and brought the glass up to his lips.

Drinking the cool liquid, it was refreshing as walking through the desert to find an oasis paradise after days without water. It trickled down his throat, clearing the rasp and tickle beginning to form in his throat that he noted would, and could, turn into a bad cough."It might not do any good." Heero managed, as he closed his eyes once more and rested into the pillows. Oddly enough, the room that they were in looked like that of a girls. And smelled like one too, with lingering scents of perfume hanging in the air.

"Why is that?" Quatre questioned, hoping the keep the teen awake long enough to make sure he wouldn't slip back into another long period of unconsciousness. It might not do his body good if he was unconscious all the time and not taking any medicine.

"Dr. J." He simply said, reminding the blonde of how he had a stronger tolerance for most medications, and drugs, than that of a normal person. Quatre nodded solemnly, somehow trying to think of something that would bring his fever down other than a wash cloth and lots of liquid to try and wash the infection out of him.

"Before you ask," Quatre said in a calm voice, "I have no idea where our location is. Just that it's in Japan." Heero frowned and Quatre nodded, as if able to read the confusion written on his face before it was carefully concealed befhind his emotionless mask. "It seems highly impossible that we would land here of all places. The technology seems so much…different."

"And…our suits?" Heero questioned, sending a wary glance around the room and noting all the many things that made him suspect even more this was a girl's room that they were indeed occupying.

He bit his lip once room and slumped his shoulders, leaning into his chair and rubbing the stiff and sore muscles in his neck. He closed his eyes, "They're nowhere to be seen. It's as if they vanished without a trace."

Heero frowned once more, clsoing his eyes and feeling his strength wavering. It was hard to keep the pain of the pounding headache concealed behind his mask. He stiffled back a groan and leaned even more into the plush pillows and felt his head become lightly, as if cotton was stuffed in his ears and head.

"Why don't you get some sleep, it looks like your really tired." Heero barely managed a nod before he began to drift off, darkness taking his world as he left the world of consciousness. There, the pain wasn't so painful anymore. It didn't hurt as much as it did when he was conscious. And he could move around more without wasting any energy.

Quatre smiled softly and pulled out some scissors and slipped it between the bandages, the blood already crusted and dried. He found himself wincing when he saw the gash made from a glass shard that had broken free from the control panel of Wing. The angry red streaks spidering away were tell-tale signs of the infection that had settled in. The blonde found himself sighing once more and made a mental note to stop sighing so much before it became a habit. The dirty bandages were being cut off, slowly being discarded in piles in the trash can and by the trash can.

Thumpings were heard, like a mob of soldiers rushing up the steps to the house and curious Quatre turned around, just in time to see the door be slammed open to see the blonde girl that had let them use her room and four other girls.

He blinked in shock, getting curious and confused blinks also from the girls in return. "Uh…hello." He greeted, extending his hand towards them with an edgy feeling. Five teenage girls eyed him and Heero, whose wound was out in the open for all to see, and then looked at his hand. "My name is Quatre Raberba Winner."

TBC

Author's note:

Oh my gush, I finally got around to updating! Woo! Took me long enough, eh? Sorry for those of you who didn't really like the last chapter, I needed something of an inspiration of where to continue off of from the last chapter. -.- Yep. I had trouble writing chapter two alright, but chapter three came alogn surprisingly good. I'm really sorry if any of the characters are ooc, that's all my fault. I don't think I'm a very good humor writer, considering how cheery Usagi is. Well, I think I have a basic idea of what I'm gonna do, so I'm happy with how this chapter turned out.

BTW, this wa changed 'cause I got the names wrong and my computer hates me. Also, this is Not a 1x4. Quat's just being his normal kind and worried self.

Reviews and comments are always helpful and loved!

in Liebe, Red Tail