Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!! It seemed that you all hated my cliffie!! I think that's a good thing; it means that for some reason, you actually like to read my story! But you never told me whether or not Usa-chan should tell on herself, so I'm gonna do what I want! Lol.. Some of you will like this; some of you will hate it. And I'm sorry if I'm a bit pissy for a while. The thought of the war with Iraq really gets under my skin. If you care to know why, e-mail me, but I don't think you really care, so I'll just leave you with my declaration that if Bush gets re-elected, I'm moving to Canada!!!! But, I regress. This is not a political discussion, so I think I'll shut up and write the chappie.

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That evening, Hiiro glared even harder at his laptop than usual. He was pissed for some reason, and pissed at himself for being pissed in the first place. It wasn't as if he knew what he expected, or rather, wanted her to say. But for some reason, he didn't like her answer. He growled slightly, and the other boys in the living room regarded him warily, even Duo was trying to avoid upsetting him even further. Seated next to Quatre, Duo spoke quietly. "Is it just me, or has Hii-man been even more death-glare- ish than usual ever since we went to that meeting?"

"It's not just you. Either that, or we're all round the bend all together."

Growling once more, and giving a glare that, if looks could kill, would have caused the entire universe to spontaneously go "BOOM!", Hiiro shut down his laptop and left. Flopping onto his bed, he calmed, and began to wonder what was wrong with him. He was being incredibly stupid.

Across the house, Usagi sighed as she gazed sadly at the night sky from her balcony. It had seemed right at the time, so why did she feel so brainless now? The cold bit through her thin night shirt and raised Goosebumps on her bare legs and arms, but she made no effort to move. Hiiro's room was down a floor and over from her, she could see the light on and the shadow moving over the ground outside. She bit her lip. He hadn't reacted either way to her explanation, and she couldn't tell what he thought for once. It seemed that though they had been so close before, there was now a huge rift between them. A tear trickled down her cheek. It was all her fault. If only she hadn't done it in the first place, it wouldn't be so hard now, and she and Hiiro could still be friends, no matter how much she wanted more. If only she hadn't had that moment of weakness; she and Hiiro would still be practically attached at the hip. But she went and fucked everything up, twice now.

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Well, Hiiro, I, well, that is, it was a mistake. I was being stupid and childish. I kissed you because I couldn't say goodbye. So I just..laid one on ya, and left. I'm sorry if it upset you. I didn't intend to. I was just thirteen, and maybe I had some sort of puppy-crush on you, but I'd just rather forget about it. Okay?"

"Yeah, fine." He seemed okay with it, still cold, but she suspected that it would take a while for him to open up to her again, anyway. A lot had changed in three years. For some reason, though, he looked slightly more irritable than usual. The rest of the ride was spent in an uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by Duo's snores, as Usagi debated within herself whether she should have told the truth, and Hiiro wondering why he felt so angry.

They pulled to a sharp stop, causing the boy in the back to do a face plant on the front seat, and wake up whining about his precious nose. He shut up when he saw how his buddy and new comrade were acting. Their body language altogether gave off a strong impression that something big, and uncomfortable had happened. They were putting as much distance between themselves as possible, and Hiiro looked slightly stonier than usual. Usagi was drawn into herself, arms crossed over her abdomen, shoulders slightly brought in, and the fact that they never looked at each other or him brought Duo into the thick tension in the air. He looked uncertain, and decided not to say anything.

Before stepping out, he saw a definite mask go up for Usagi. Her chin went up; she uncrossed her arms, and set her shoulders with determination. She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and stepped out with a smile painted on her face so well that people would have to look *very* hard to determine that it was fake. She seemed fine to the others, but how weirded out Duo was gave them a clue that all was not as well as it seemed. Hiiro followed, looking emotionless, as usual.

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Grimacing, Usagi chewed on her lip some more, then yawned and fell asleep against the railing of the balcony.

Back in Hiiro's room, the stoic boy was laying in his bed, not even trying to sleep. For some reason, he felt sick to his stomach all of a sudden, and he felt increasingly uneasy with each passing moment. Finally, he gave up, sighed, and rose. Something was amiss, he just had a gut feeling. Pulling on his jeans, he left his room and walked. It was past midnight, and as he cracked open all of the other boys' doors, he found them all safely asleep, or meditating. With the realization that it was none of his male comrades, his uneasiness multiplied, and his stomach wrenched when he grasped the fact that it had to be Usagi. 'Damnit!!!' his mind screamed at him, and he took off running up the extensive stairs and down the many halls.

Pausing outside her door, he contemplated the idea that if she was okay, she'd kick his ass for waking her, as she was a very light sleeper. Giving in to his instincts, he quietly opened the door enough to see in, and further when he discovered that Usagi was not in her bed. Not seeing her anywhere in the room, he walked in, and knocked on the bathroom door. No answer, so he opened that door. She wasn't there, either. Just as he was starting to panic inwardly, a breeze from a partially opened window fluttered the curtains in front of the glass sliding doors to the balcony enough for him to see a pale foot.

Fearing the worst, he pushed the curtain away to sigh in relief to discover that she wasn't covered in blood, only to realize that she had fallen asleep, and, taking in her slightly quivering, blue lips, her eyelashes frozen shut, and the lack of any color in her, he realized that she was hypothermic, and must have been incredibly upset by something to be careless enough to fall asleep in the cold. Sighing as he decided that it was probably his fault, for being such a jerk, he pushed the door open and first nudged her to see if she would wake up on her own, and when she didn't, he knelt next to her and picked her up, princess-style.

He never ceased to be amazed at how small and light she seemed when he held her. How much he wanted to protect her and keep her in his arms forever, but at the same time had an irrational wish to run as far and as fast from her as he could, as if he could wash himself of her and keep himself safe from how easily she could hurt him. She somehow had that effect on him. With only a word, or action, she could either send him flying, or leave him bleeding on the floor. As he carried her back into the warmth, she came to enough to moan slightly and bury her face into his shoulder. Then, she whimpered and mumbled something under her breath. As he laid her in her bed, she refused to let go of him, so he laid down next to her, and held her as she was pulled into a nightmare. Tears coursed down her pretty face as she dreamed.

"Kaa-san? Where are you Kaa-san? Why is it dark? Daddy!! Daddy, save me, they're coming to get me! Daddy. Where did you go? Where's Onii-chan? And Go-chan? I'm scared.. Where am I?" Hiiro pulled her tightly to him, watching her face regain some color, and her eyes open slightly, and she sobbed into the crook between his neck and shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shivered. "I saw them, Hiiro. I saw my family. And now, I miss them so much!!!!" He just rubbed her back and shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you tell me about them?" She sniffled, and bit her lip.

"I can only tell you what little I remember. Kaa-chan, she was, well, she was something else. She was very strict about my studies, and that's why when you found me I was so advanced in everything. She didn't want me fighting, like my brothers did; she wanted to have a normal little girl who would detest fighting and sweat and the smell of it. I couldn't be what she wanted, though. And my brothers, they were a lot like my dad. Gohan was about twenty when I was born, and Goten was nine, I think. Gohan was married, and his daughter, Pan, was almost six months older than me. Bra was the youngest child of Bulma's, and I think she was younger than me, her brother, Trunks, was a year older than Goten, and their dad was Vegeta, who was as arrogant as Wufei, Bulma was an old friend of the family, and there were lot's of others that I can't name. My Tou-chan, he was sweet and clueless. He was a great fighter, too, and my brothers followed after him. I was a Daddy's girl through and through, and he seemed to like that. I think it was something about how he wasn't around much for my brothers, so he tried to make up for it with me. And then, I woke up in a field here."

"It'll be okay. I'm sure that you can find them again." He whispered as Usagi started to cry again.

"Just.. Stay with me tonight. Please."

"...Okay." And with an unspoken truce, Usagi fell asleep in Hiiro's arms, and Hiiro quickly followed her. There were no more nightmares that night.

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