Chapter Four

Once outside of the room, Usagi and her brother walk companionably side by side down a long hallway. Usagi however, as usual, can't maintain her silence for long. "So war hero eh?" She muses out loud happily. "I guess we're more alike then we thought." Quatre stops abruptly, reaching up to rub a hand on the back of his neck nervously.

"About that Usa, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you…it's just…well…" Quatre stutters to a stop sighing sadly.

Usagi reaches her arms around her brother squeezing him tightly before letting go and backing up a step. Her face is serious, her eyes sad. "I know." And she does. War changes you, changes the way you think, the way you act. Sometimes there's so much you wish you could just shout to the world much less confide to your closest friends and family…but that's not what soldiers do. Duty always comes first to a solider. You learn to endure…alone. Smiling sadly she steps closer again just long enough to snag her brothers arm before pulling him down the hall. The bounce back in her step she grins at her stunned brother over her shoulder as she pulls him around a corner to his room.

Duo tilts his head slightly to the side as he follows the gorgeous blond down a hallway, letting loose a low whistle as he appreciates her from behind. He's decided he must have died during the war and by some mistake ended up in heaven. How else could you explain that he found him self here, surrounded by five amazingly gorgeous girls. Though, if he were to be honest with himself, Quatre's sister was the definitely prettiest by far. He whistles again as he remembers the pouted lip and watery eyes she had produced in an effort to charm her friend into letting them stay. They had most definitely made him want to do anything in his power to bring a smile back to that beautiful face. Duo sighed happily, well it was definitely going to be an interesting vacation that was for sure.

Makoto eyes the tall man walking beside her out of the corner of her eye. He hadn't said a single word as of yet, but she kept finding her gaze drawn back to him, and that emerald eye of his. 'Green always was my favourite color.' She muses as she walks.

"I'm sorry about my friend." The words are spoken quietly taking her by surprise, she glances at him out of the corner of her eye again.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Rei probably would have found a reason to jump him even if he hadn't insulted her. She's a bit…volatile." Makoto laughs easily. "I'm just glad your friend survived with nothing more than a few bruises and not singed eyebrows."

Trowa frowns confused by the comment. 'Singed eyebrows? Was her friend a pyro?'

Seeing his confusion Makoto just laughs, "You don't want to know." They slow to a stop, they've reached the room.

Trowa face is serious but his eyes smile as he replies, "I guess I'll just have to take your word on it."

Makoto just winks with a smile and turns as she walks back the way they came, leaving stoic Trowa standing in the hallway. He watches her retreating back until she's out of sight, the open door to his room forgotten behind him.

Rei turns a corner abruptly and comes to a stop in front of a solid wooden door. Turning to yell for the annoying man to hurry, she bites back a startled gasp when she finds him so close. Composing herself quickly, she tries to nonchalantly take a step back, she would have gone further but she could already feel the wood of the door behind her pressing into her back.

Wufei smirked. 'So the onna was nervous. Hmmmm.' It had been obvious the entire way here, that she had been hoping to loose him in the twisting hallways, but Wufei had spent years as a solider keeping up with Heero, he had no problem keep up with Rei. Her shock at it had been refreshing though, he liked that he could startle this tough as nails woman.

Suddenly he frowned, it shouldn't matter. She shouldn't matter. Grunting, he surprised her again as he suddenly took a step towards her, causing Rei to instinctively back up more firmly into the door behind her. The next thing she new there was nothing behind her, as the door swung open causing her to stumble into the room, Wufei's hand still on the handle trapping her between him and the now open door.

"Go away onna." He muttered roughly, not even bothering to smirk at her surprise this time, as he steps around her into the room before swiftly shutting the door and effectively shoving her out the room.

Ami realizes the others have gone, but she still hasn't found the nerve to meet Heero's gaze. She can tell he's still staring at her, she can feel it. Flushing she looks up, only to have her breath hitch as she realizes he's no longer standing against the far wall but directly in front of her now.

"Hnn."

Blushing more furiously now, Ami raises to her feet. He cocks an eyebrow as her eyes flit nervously around the room, landing everywhere but on him. She seems so innocent, so flighty he thinks to himself. But then how had she managed to find out so much about them in such little time. Since the war Heero and his team mates' had become ghosts. Records of there participation in the war had all but been erased, he had seen to that. Only the highest government sites would have held any data on them, so then how the hell had she done it.

'Snap out of it Ami Mizuno!' Ami reprimanded herself sternly. "He's just a boy…uh…man…' Who was she kidding, she couldn't even think straight with him staring at her like that. His room, she was supposed to show him to his room. Straightening her shoulders she meets his eye, "This way please." Turning she leads the way out of the room, half expecting him to stop her. The short walk to his new room was short and utterly silent. Ami had to fight the urge to try and make polite small talk to break the silence. Clearing her throat nervously she comes to a stop in front of the door. "Here you are, if you need any…" Ami got no further before Heero had yanked open the door to the room and dragged her inside, slamming her gently yet forcefully against the now closed and locked door. He takes a step back, just enough to be for him to be able to rest his left arm beside her head against the door.

"Who are you…who do you work for…what do you know." He commands.

"Ami Mizuno. No one." She blushes, "And…I'm not sure what you mean…"

"Hnn." It's obvious he still expects an answer.

"Really, I…"

Heero interrupts her in a low, deep voice, "I realize my mistake now."

"Oh?" She is confused…what mistake?

"I forgot to point my gun at your head." As he says this he pulls out his gun and does exactly that.

"Oh."

"Answer."

"Why are you so suspicious? The war is over." She's gathered herself, her training takes over as she holds herself still against the door. He's impressed, with his gun a few inches from her head her voice is calm, controlled, even if her face is still flushed.

"I do believe it was you that said, '…not for us, we still have to fight.' That's enough to make anyone suspicious, and I'm know to be overly so, aren't I" Heero answers rising a single brow when he finishes speaking.

"Well, your records do say something to that extent." Ami admits, tilting her head to the side she examines that man in front of her.

"Well? I'm waiting, and I'm not extremely patent either, am I?" His safety clicks off, as if to prove his point.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." With more force then Heero would ever have expected from such a tiny thing, Ami manages a solid blow to his gut knocking him back a few steps. It is all she needs. Using the little space she has Ami aims a kick at his hand, effectively disarming him as his gun flies across the room. Making a break for the safety of the hallway, she runs.

'That's odd, he should have been able to get his gun by now.' She wonders briefly. Looking back once over her shoulder, she calls to him, "Sorry." before turning the corner.

Heero stands grimly in the door way watching her turn the corner, his gun tucked in the waistband of his black jeans as he leans against the door. Growling under his breath in frustration, he turns back into his room slamming the door closed behind him. Something was going on, and he was going to find out one way or another.