Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters; that right belongs to Katsuyuki Sumizawa and Masashi Ikeda. Nor do I own InuYasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Quatre's eyes were wide as he was drug from display case to display case. It was Golden Week, a week-long vacation (or holiday) celebrating the former Emperor's ending with a day dedicated to Children. It was rather astounding and confusing to him. Having so many holidays was unheard of in his time (or the world as he wasn't sure which yet). Then again, he was born and raised on a space station during a tumultuous war.

"Quatre, looky, it is a perfect grade model of Wing Zero and Shenlong! Damn, would these look nice next to your perfect grade Sandrock!?"

Blinking his eyes, Quatre focused on the case Souta was pressed against. There inside, highlighted was inside miniature replicas of his acquaintances Gundams. The details of the models were superb, down to the shading and edging around the joints and cockpits. Even how the 'eyes' lit up. Unable to stop himself, Quatre knelt for a closer look when the price tag drew his gaze. They only cost 25,000 Yen (roughly USD 223.30).

Quickly doing the calculations in his head, Quatre smiled and stood. He had more than enough savings between his illicit accounts he set up for himself (in case of a major emergency) and what he made at the Cosplay Cafe (which included generous tips for his good looks?). Quatre knew it was impulsive, but a part of him felt it'd give him some form of connection to his comrades.

"Souta, how do you feel about being cooped up until next week?"

He had kept his voice neutral as he slowly stood up. With a quick look to his companion, Quatre had to bite the inside of his mouth not to laugh aloud. Souta's eyes were not only comically wide. But practically bursting from their sockets.

"What!?"

At the excited yet disbelieving shout, Quatre couldn't hold his laughter back and burst out chuckling. His hand was already reaching for his wallet. Turning his head to look the sales clerk in the eye, shoulders still shaking as he tried to get himself under control. Quatre pointed to the two Gundams to indicate he wanted their perfect grade kits.

Quatre kept his eyes on his hands, trying his best to ignore the piercing gaze being directed at his back. Golden week was almost over, and Souta and himself had finished Shenlong and started working diligently on Wing Zero, which was proving more difficult, just like its actual pilot. However, this was because of the LED Lights that were actually embedded all over the model. But Quatre was sure that wasn't why they were receiving such an intense glare.

It was odd having his skin crawl in a prickling feeling, outside a life and death situation. Glancing at Souta, Quatre saw actual sweat rolling down his forehead and neck. This had Quatre recall a situation as a child when his sisters had been upset at him for hiding. The chaos and panic that ensued was something he'd rather not remember.

"Kagome, knock it off!"

Souta's sudden outcry had Quatre pulling himself from his memory.

"Knock what off, Shrimp?" Kagome chirped in an overly honey-sweet voice.

Very familiar with that tone, Quatre wondered why she was so angry.

"You know exactly what, you nag!" Souta shot back, voice trembling a little. "You've been glaring. It's annoying, and I know you're not PMSing!"

The indignant female screech Kagome gave had Quatre instinctively flinching. Having as many sisters as he had, he knew that some topics were taboo to bring up. He was well aware of what her rage was now directed at. Figuring it'd be best to defuse the situation, Quatre put the pieces he'd been diligently working on down. Turning slowly to show he was not a threat to face Kagome, only to freeze at the full brunt of the glare she was giving them both. It had him wondering if this was how the mouse felt when he saw Buyo corner a while ago?

"No, Souta, I. Am. Not. PMSing," Kagome bit out, her face crumbling into an angry mask. "It's creepy you track my cycle, get a new hobby. What has me so pissed is the same thing as mom and gramps are angry about."

Quatre felt cold sweat pop out on his neck and roll down between his shoulder blades. The sweet smile Kagome was suddenly sporting as her face shone in happy bliss at him and Souta.

"You two jerks have been holed up in this room for almost the entirety of Golden Week. And neither of you have helped around the house or shrine," She finally screamed at them. "So mom and gramps agree on no dinner or dessert until you two get the shrine grounds cleaned. All. By. Yourselves!"

When Kagome finished speaking, Quatre felt like a heel. He was technically a guest in their house. Helping was only proper. And here, he had been rude to an extreme. So, hanging his head to let Kagome know he was ashamed while internally screaming at not getting Mrs. Higurashi's handmade cooking and desserts. They were very addictive.

TBC!