The day, to put it in rather sweet words, had been shot to hell. Mostly, this day had turned out rather well compared to the other days before. At least it was the end of the school day. Her shoulders slumped forward, feet hitting the sidewalk in angry strides.

Her eyes were narrowed into slits, her mouth muttering words that people passing by paused for the moment, trying to figure out what the blonde girl was talking about with "meatball heads" and "stupid test" and stupid this, stupid that.

Her thin form collided with that of another person walking by and she felt a chill run down her spine, looking up with confused eyes at the person that interrupted her rant on her evil teacher and the test score that she had recently got. A fifty. Not good, at all. Her mother was going to kill her.

Redish brown hair and blue eyes flashed in her mind, but the person quickly muttered a apology for running into the odango-haired girl and walked away, hair streaming behind.

Usagi tilted her head in confusion, one word coming to mind and that was 'odd'.

Can I Take My Gun to Heaven?

Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Chapter Four:

"I dunno, it's just kinda hard to believe." Her eyes held suspision, something that Quatre couldn't help but learn to accept, given the situation. After all, if someone had come to him, he would be doubtful as well, though he would none the less help the person.

The other four girls in the group that hard barged into the room nodded their heads in agreement with who had spoken up, the one being Rei. The fiery tempered girl calmly brushed a strand of her dark hair away from her pale face.

"Well," Quatre's blue eyes shimmered sadly, "I know the situation seems unlikely…" He trailed off, glacing at Heero who had remained silent the whole time, sitting up (with the help of some pillows propped behind his back) and silently listening.

"We've been in a lot of weird situations." The girl's all sneaked a look at one another, silent words passing through each of their minds to one another through their eyes. Heero didn't fail to notice at and Quatre was busy looking at his hands, trying to think of a way to convince the girls without giving too much about themselves.

"Do you have any proof?" The blonde girl—Quatre remembered that during the quick introductions the girl's name was Minako, questioned, eyes gleaming brightly as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah!" Usagi chirruped brightly, "Like…uh… a picture of what one of those colony-thingies looks like?" This was just like one of the comic books that Minako and her read all the time! A hand slapped her upside the head and she turned with fury to glare at Rei.

"Baka odango!"

"Nwahhh!" Usagi stuck out her stuck, making weird noises and laughing as Rei flushed a red color and her scowl deepened. Why did these two remind Quatre of Duo and Wufei with their constant fighting and bickering?

"Well…" It was obvious that he was flustered. Neither he nor Heero had any proof that what they were saying was true, not to mention the fact that they didn't carry pictures of the colonies in their pockets while they went off to fight an enemy. Even Heero who had retired his black spandex pants at the end of the war.

"Well?" Heero shifted on the bed, ignoring the situation completely. He managed to catch Quatre looking at him, eyes pleading for him to figure something out. Quatre was already embarassed as it was with the previous questions asked by the girls involving "do you have a girlfriend?" or "do you want to be mine?" and so forth.

And someone would have thought that having twenty-nine sisters would have helped the poor blonde. Heero simply glared, completely ignoring the questions and let Sandrock's pilot do all the talking. He was better with words, and people, after all.

The brunette reached behind him, covering a wince and pulled out something which made the five girls jump back with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

"It's a gun!"

"Eeek!" Usagi shreiked, scooting off quickly to the other side of the room and staring at the sleek and deadly object held leisurely in Heero's hand. He rolled his prussian eyes in exasperation. They definitely weren't in their own time period.

Quatre sighed heavily, "You didn't make the situation any better." He ran his hand through his hair with frustration.

Heero shrugged, putting the gun into it's right position in his palm, checking to see how much ammo there was in his gun. After all, you never did know what—or what—you would run into or the situation. "They wanted proof."

"Not that kind of proof, Heero." He glanced a look at the still shocked teens, and looked down, "It would have been nice if they didn't have to know about…that…" The last word was whispered out and it was obvious that Quatre didn't want the girl's to know about the Gundam, or the fact that they were two of the most deadly assassins and terrorists in their homeland, wherever that was at the moment.

"Just you are you?" Makoto questioned, body tense and ready to strike out at any moment, poised and dangerous as a cobra. Her eyes were narrowed, her green eyes reminding the two of Trowa. Their hearts skipped a beat, remembering the world that they couldn't, and might not be able to return to.

His words were cold and simple, blunt as can be as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Not from this world."

"B…but…"

Quatre slumped his shoulders and leaned against the wall as he stared at them, "All we want to do is go home and see how the other's are doing." The blonde explained, "We were in the middle of a battle when we were somehow…transported here." The word seemed to fit the sentence, though the memories of what happened were fizzy and distant.

"And we aren't even sure that we can do that." His words were so reassuring Quatre couldn't help but feel his heart sink a little bit more, if that was even possible.

"It's all my fault…" Tears brimmed his aquamarine eyes and Heero glanced at him, forcing his body up a little bit more as he placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder, leaning in to whisper into his ear, quieting the blonde.

"What did he say?" Usagi whispered to Minako.

"I dunno…" Makoto sighed, biting her lower lip and glancing nervously between the two strangers, and then let her eyes rest on Usagi who looked worried over the two's condition. It was in her blood, and nature, just like all of them to help someone in need.

But nothing along the lines of this kind of situation had ever happened before, yet. After all, there was always a first for everything, right?

Ami spoke up calmly, "Are you all right?" She extended her hand to check on the brunette's injury. She was training to be a doctor, so perhaps she would be able to help a little more than Usagi could with tending to the injuries. She did get a C+ in first aid.

Heero shrunk away from her touch and he couldn't miss the pain that flashed through her eyes as she withdrew her hand also. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, lowering her hand and her head as well.

Heero remained silent, it wasn't her fault…he just didn't want her, or anyone for that matter, to see the scars lining his body.

"Usagi?" A knock sounded, unnatural silence filling the room as the door knob turned and the door creaked open.

Usagi's mother smiled as she walked into the room, a black cat and a white one following the odd cat with a cresant on it's forehead weaving between the two legs and gracefully entering the room with a couple of meows to spare.

Gently placing some tea and cookies laid out on a tray onto the nearby table, she smiled at the people, nodding at the two boys she vaugely remembered meeting the day before or so and turned on her heel with easy, closing the door behind her.

"So…" Minako looked around, uneased by the silence, "Anyone want a cookie?"

TBC

Author's note: Woot! No cliffhanger! Yes! Thanks to the people who reviewed for the last chapters!

Note: A couple of people have been questioning about the pairing for the story and, in truth, I have no idea who I'm going to pair up with who. First, I need to get the other Gundam pilots into the universe first, then I'll decide on the pairing.

Thank you once more to the people who have been reviewing or reading this story—I tried to make this chapter a little longer for you all! I hope you liked it.

Love, Red Tail