Chapter Five

Ami moans softly, turning her head to the side she rests it against Heero's chest. Her head feels fuzzy. She knows something is happening. Heero is taking her somewhere, but why? Her head, she had hit her head.

"I'm fine." A voice croaks, her voice.

"Hnn." She can feel the sound rumble through his chest as he grunts.

"No really, put me down." If she were him, she wouldn't believe herself either.

Suddenly Heero comes to a stop. Gently, as though he's not quite sure he can trust her not to faint again, Heero stands Ami on her feet. As she slides down his body, and her feet touch the ground, Ami feels her face flush. She sways. Heero's arm is like an iron band around her waist, her feet hardly seem to be touching the floor at all really.

Using his free hand Heero pushes open the bedroom door before once again sweeping the unsuspecting woman into his arms.

``Ugh.`` Her head is spinning at the sudden motion, as Heero kicks the door closed behind them. Closing her eyes briefly she tries to regain her composure. She can feel Heero lowering her down to lay on something soft. Her head lolling to the side she cracks her eyes open. The bedspread is dark and unfamiliar.

"This isn't my room."

"Hnn."

She can barely hear him as he moves around the room, looking for something. The man moves like a ghost…or a predator. Suddenly she feels something cool on her cheek, trying to move away in surprise she feels a hand cup her other cheek, firm but gentle.

"Stay still." The command is gruff.

She complies, stilling instantly. The bed sags with his weight as he lowers himself to sit down beside her.

"Quatre believes you have sustained a concussion, you will have to be watched for the next day or two."

"Really, this is all very unnecessary, I will be fine!" Struggling to sit up Ami squeaks as she is forcibly pushed back in the softness of the bed, a warm weight heavy on her chest.

"I said be still." She opens her eyes to Heero's glowering face leaning over her own. His right hand is resting on her collar bone just below her neck, his left still holding something cool to the side of her face. Ami blushes.

"You don't understand," She manages in a croak. Swallowing she tries again. "I'll be fine in a few hours really. Look." With that she manages to free her right arm enough to reach for Heero's hand where it rest at her cheek. At her persistent tug Heero reluctantly allows the girl to pull his hand and the ice pack it holds from her temple.

"Hnn." The bruise that moments before had been a deep ugly purple, has begun to fade to green at the edges, the bump on her temple seeming smaller.

"I know I was concussed," She locks eyes with him. "But honestly, the swelling has already gone down."

"How."

Ami's lips press together, narrowing into a tight line, her eyes dart to the side.

Heero's hand creeps up from her chest, a heavy weight on her delicate throat. He doesn't bother repeating himself.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

At her silence his hand tightens ever so slightly on her throat. She won't meet his gaze.

"You were fighting." It's not a question, Ami doesn't reply. Heero is quickly losing patience with the frustrating girl. The bed shifts again as Heero adjusts his grip on the girl. He swings a leg over her hips as he grips both of her wrists in one of his hands roughly pulling them above Ami's head. His hand tightens on her throat. The ice pack lies forgotten beside her, she gasps as his weight presses her more securely to the bed. She meets his gaze reluctantly, he won't let her turn her face from him. A steady growl is pulsing from him, vibrating into her.

"Answer me."

"I can't. Usagi. Need authorization." Ami's breath is laboured, he is heavier then he looks, all tightly coiled muscle. He relents pulling away slightly, his weight balanced on his knees.

"Usagi."

"Yes. She is the Princess. I can't tell you anything more." Heero's eyes narrow in thought. He's had enough of Princess' to last him a life time.

Ami's eyes are beginning to clouded with exhaustion. True enough what she'd said about healing, but her body had been through a lot that day and it was draining her to heal herself so quickly. She needs to rest. Quicker than her tired mind can register, Heero lifts himself off of her and stands looking down at her. She blinks sleepily up at him, resignation in her eyes. The would know all of it soon.

"Hnn." He grunts and with that stalks from the room, the door closing roughly behind him. Ami sighs as she hears a lock engage from the outside. 'Oh Usagi, I told you they would discover us.' She sighs to herself, as her body gives itself over finally to blessed, healing sleep.

Quatre is the first to overcome his shock at Heero's abrupt exit. Clearing his throat he stands offering a hand to Minako who sits at his feet.

"Well then. I don't suppose any of you would like to explain what's going on then would you."

Silence.

"I didn't think so." Sighing he seems resigned. "Well then, lets go." With a hand at the small of her back Quatre shepherds the stunned Senshi towards the door of the room. "Duo, I trust you'll take good care of my sister." He comments over his shoulder as they pass through the door. It seems to break the spell.

Outside the main room, Minako discovers her voice. "Usagi…"

"Will be fine." Quatre continues to guide her firmly but politely down the hall. "Duo is well versed in battle field medical care. More then he likes I'm sure."

"Oh, right. You were all soldiers' in the war."

"Yes." They've reached her room. "Now lets get you cleaned up."

Minako allows Quatre to usher her into her bedroom, sitting down heavily on the edge of her bed .

"Disinfectant?"

"Hmm?" She looks up at his voice, taking in the man before her. He's perhaps a few inches taller then her, with broad shoulder, a small waist and what is beginning to appear to be a constant flush about him. He is pointedly avoiding looking at her currently, his gaze skipping off of her as he begins to colour more deeply.

"Is there a something I can use…I mean you legs…"Quatre rubs at his neck nervously, starring with sudden interest at the wall behind her. Minako raises an eyebrow at his obvious discomfort and looks down. Her shirt is slightly askew and her skirt has risen to lay bunched high on her thighs from when she sat dazedly.

She looks back up and smiles softly at his embarrassment, gently tugging her skirt straight. "It's in the bathroom, I have a full first aid kit under the sink." She replies finally, deciding to have mercy on him. He all but bolts for the other room.

Minako can't quite help the soft chuckle that escapes her lips. His awkwardness is refreshing to the Senshi of love, who is used to the way her appearance often seems to invoke the baser, more roguish, instincts of most men. 'This could be interesting…' She muses.

Duo is the next to move. Still cradling the unconscious Usagi in his arms he starts for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Rei pushes off from the wall she'd been leaning on, grimacing at the pain in her leg as she does so. Stubbornly she ignores it to move towards him.

"Stupid Onna." Wufei mutters angrily as he moves towards the stubborn woman, steadying her as she suddenly sways her right leg buckling. Rei curses but Duo is gone, Usagi with him.

"Your friend will be fine." Trowa says calmly. "Duo will take care of her, he's done it often enough for us." Rei isn't convinced.

"I don't see why you have to involve yourselves. It doesn't concern…Ugh." She grunts as she finds her self hoisted suddenly. She lands jarringly on Wufei's shoulder, the wind momentarily knocked out of her. "What do you…" She hiss' outraged and then gasps again as Wufei bounces her roughly against his shoulder where she hangs upside down like a sack of potatoes.

"Quiet woman!" Nodding to Trowa Wufei turns and marches the enraged Rei from the room.

"How dare…ugh!" Her angry protests fade as they disappear from view down the corridor.

Makoto smiles tiredly after the two. She shifts her gaze to Trowa, "So…"

Makoto and Trowa are the only ones left now. Trowa is staring at her quietly, his gaze intense, and it's beginning to make Makoto feel uncomfortable. She looks down making sure what's left of her clothing is still covering her decently, unsure of what he's looking at so intently. When she looks up he's much closer. At this closer range his gaze seems amplified, as if he were trying to read her very soul. Makoto's breath sticks in her throat. 'I'm not normally this skittish around boys,' She scolds herself. 'and he's just another boy.'

Suddenly Trowa blinks, breaking the spell. Nodding he turns leading the way out of the room. Dazed Makoto follows.

Rei is not impressed.

She bounces along, hanging limply over Wufei's shoulder. She was forced to give up her game of pounding fiercely on his back in a rage, when she found it would win her nothing but an uncomfortable bounce on his muscled shoulder knocking the wind out of her and smart smack to her behind. She face flushes with indignation at the memory. 'How dare he!'

Suddenly she feels the man in question come to an abrupt stop, a moment later and they are in her bedroom.

"Now will you put me down?!" Rei huffs, tensing in his arms.

"I will…if you behave I may even rethink my plan of tying you to your own bed onna." Is the terse reply she receives before he bounces her roughly one last time for spite.

"Ooooff…stop tha…" Rei tries to catch her breath, but before she can even finish she is dumped backwards onto her bed. She scrambles up onto her elbows glaring. Flames almost seeming to dance in her eyes.

'For an onna she certainly has a lot of fight.' Wufei can't help but muse as he meets her angry glare with his own. He smirks as he looks down at her sprawled on her back, her eyes spiting fire at him, daring him to try something. He doesn't want to admit it but the onna was certainly beautiful when she was angry, so much fire and passion for a woman.

"Stay." He orders, still smirking he backs up towards the bathroom. "Or else I really will be forced to secure you to the bed."

Rei growls, "You wouldn't dare." Wufei arches an eyebrow and disappears into the bathroom. She can hear him searching for something. She edges towards the opposite side of the bed, unfortunately that puts her against the far wall of the bedroom. Wufei emerges a moment later holding something. His eyebrow climbs higher at her new position at the far side of the bed, her back pressed up against the wall, her legs curled protectively beneath her.

"I told you not to move onna." Wufei closes the space between bathroom and bed in a few smooth steps.

"My name is not woman, it's Rei." She hiss' as she pulls herself up straighter at his advance. She can see now that he holds a tenser bandage in his hand, he must have been looking for her first aid kit in the bathroom. She stiffly holds out a hand, "I'll take that."

His grin is slightly terrifying, even the stubborn Senshi of fire must admit that. Quick as lightning he snags her uninjured leg and pulls her flat. "I don't think so…onna."