And She Was Good
Chapter 4: Through the Glass
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.
"It's peculiar, isn't it?"
Wufei did not take his eyes off of the happenings beyond the one-way glass. He let Sally's utterance simmer in their mutual silence before emitting a small grunt of curiosity in response.
Sally continued, she too keeping her eyes on the green haired woman being led into the interrogation room. "Our militaristic statures have slowly mutated into something decidedly cop-like." She watched them slap handcuffs on her wrists, long ones that were chained to the chilly table that lay before her.
Sally paused, whatever statement she'd been meandering around caught somewhere in oral limbo. She opened her mouth and inhaled, as if to speak.
When the silence persisted, Wufei finally tore his eyes from the now lone woman in the room and glanced at Sally. Her arms were crossed tightly over her open Preventers jacket, her face sporting an expression that seemed humbly unsatisfied.
"And?" Wufei asked, not the most patient of men. He waited for her to say something, but when she merely shook her head, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, he looked back through the glass.
Suddenly Wufei's fingers twitched. Setsuna Meioh, the woman chained to the table, was looking directly at him with a hard, knowing gaze. For some reason his hand rested on his hip, on the warm holster pressed tightly to his body. He was not frightening by the uncanny eye-lock they sustained, though later he would wonder why he wasn't, but her frank and seemingly all-knowing presence unsettled him.
Testing her Wufei took a small step to his left. Her eyes followed.
Sally watched him curiously out of the corner of her eye, noticing their interaction but choosing to stay out of it. Wufei's brow furrowed but his hand relaxed, sliding from his holster to his pocket. He wore no jacket, having tossed it aside somewhere in the morning, and boasted only a white, short sleeved t-shirt. Sally gave him a silent and secretive once-over, noticing with a squint of inquisitiveness that Wufei had rarely worn his jacket in the past few months.
She turned her eyes back to Setsuna. A small shiver ran through her when she noticed that the woman was smiling—directly at Wufei. How it was remotely possible that Setsuna Meioh could see through the blockaded glass, as if it were miraculously see through, made Sally question the initial weight of the case. Was she some kind of psychic, did she hail from some weird cult? It would explain the symbol. Finally, the words that seemed to elude her earlier found themselves.
"But this case…I can't describe it, it's a gut feeling. It's like we're reaching some final state of metamorphosis." Sally turned her head to fully acknowledge Wufei and surprisingly he turned to meet her worried gaze. "But something is off."
Wufei regarded her with coldness but also interest in his coal black eyes. Sally realized when he kept his eyes on her, something passing between them, that they were on the same wavelength.
He looked away first, following Setsuna's eyes to the door of the interrogation room as Une walked through with a folder full of papers and a stern glare.
"Let's hope we don't run into anything Kafkaesque."
Sally's eyes nearly bulged and she looked at him with surprise. "What do you know about Kafka?"
And then Wufei returned to his normal, surly self. "I read," he snapped. "Metamorphosis is a classic novel and Kafka was a horrifyingly prudent author."
As he kept his eyes pinned to Une, sitting in the chair opposite Setsuna, Sally surveyed him with high eyebrows of astonishment. Wufei's astute knowledge of anything and everything war-related bordered on brilliance…but she had no idea that his intellect extended beyond those borders, especially into a domain as artistically shrewd as literature. When he spoke suddenly again, it startled her.
"I understand your impression, though, when it comes to this case."
Sally watched him steadily, the look of annoyance melting from his features. "You do?"
Wufei pursed his lips, a flinty glare permeating his dark eyes. "I feel what you call 'the metamorphosis', as well." He felt a ticking discomfiture, a fickle distress seep into his body as Une began to speak to their prisoner. "And regrettably it does feel somewhat Kafkaesque; like we're confronted with a surreal milieu that we're too drowsy to escape…" Setsuna made brief eye contact with him again, "like we're falling asleep with the prescient knowledge that our dream will be a nightmare."
Sally wasn't sure whether she should roll her eyes or feel somewhat enlightened by Wufei's profound dialogue, but she was suddenly sure that there was so much more to the Chinese man than even she, someone who'd known him since his youth, could fathom.
"Your little folly has cost the Preventers a lot of money," Une said with an almost lackadaisical tone as she pulled a picture out and tossed it in Setsuna's direction. It twirled across the table with a swish and rocked magically upright in front of Setsuna.
The green haired woman looked at the picture uncaringly, then up to Une, thinking that the woman must have done that a lot, must have practiced numerous times with numerous perpetrators to have achieved such astounding precision.
When Setsuna did not respond, Une placed her hands behind her head and leaned back. "Now, we've held you twenty-four hours without charging you, which is about as much as we can do and abide by the Sanc Kingdom's law, but there's a way that you and your friend can get off a little easier."
Une lowered her hands and placed them to the table, leaning forward. Setsuna watched her with a bored expression before turning her head to observe the room. She looked around as if she were seeing an old friend, like she'd been closed off before and found a peculiar peace in being confined to a known space. She closed her eyes and inhaled, opening her beautiful red orbs before finally exhaling. Then she turned back to Une with a small smile.
Une crossed her arms and leaned back, a curious expression seeping into her eyes. She looked to her watch, thinking of how much she'd rather be interrogating the four women that had shown up that evening. When Setsuna's quiet persisted, Une continued impatiently.
"Wouldn't you like to—"
"Let me guess," Setsuna cut her off, her voice gentle but holding a particular sing-songy undertone that caused the officer to raise her eyebrow.
Wanting to be rid of the annoyingly confident woman, Une played along. "Guess what?" The impassiveness melted from Setsuna's face like a mask being reeled down, revealing a new guise with a leading smile. It didn't necessarily cause Une to shiver but it carried a somewhat disturbing weight, like there was something she would always know that Une wouldn't, like she'd easily cracked a code that Une had been trying to solve for years.
Setsuna's fingers, close together due to the tight handcuffs on her wrists, twisted the picture around so that the charred crescent moon that was displayed on the glossy paper faced the Preventer. She pushed it forward and locked eyes with Une.
"Four women," Setsuna said slowly, "and four men."
Une's ears perked as her eyes squinted.
"Four women and four men," Setsuna repeated. "Four alive and four dead. Momoi Arisawa, Rashid Masarahi, Olivier Durand, and Nahuel Arias. Am I right?"
Une's expression did not change and Setsuna commended her for it. However, she could see a spark of sickening surprise glaze over her eyes as her throat tightened with a strained swallow. She was frozen.
"But they're all here, aren't they?" Setsuna questioned and Une's eyes became slits. Slowly she began to push the picture back towards her. "Haven't you…wondered…why?" Setsuna pointed to the crescent moon, the picture now directly in front of Une.
Calmly, and without hesitation, Une took the picture and placed it in the folder. She stood quietly and exited the interrogation room.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Une sent Sally a glare. "Quiet," she reprimanded as the two agents exited the room and met her in the hallway. "We can't let her know that she's right."
Sally huffed an egregious sigh. "And you think walking out of the interrogation room was the smartest move?"
"I couldn't give her the upper hand," Une snapped back.
The two continued to squabble quietly as Wufei placed a hand to his mouth. So she knew the other four women and their claimed crimes…It was completely possible that each of the men that had supposedly died used these women as scapegoats. The whole thing could have been a complete farse, a grand scheme made up to keep law enforcement off of their tails. But at what price would these women have accepted such a mission?
He tuned out Sally and Une and tried to think back on the first night, when the crescent moon had been fluttering with heat at his back. He'd put Setsuna Meioh in her handcuffs…but she hadn't struggled one bit. In fact, it was as if she'd been waiting to be caught. He remembered calling out Maxwell's name and seeing him drag a crying, skinny blonde past the two of them. What had she said again?
Wufei closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember. What had she said? He could remember the smell of the fire, how its orange glow cast everyone in a hellish light. He could remember the shadows playing off of Setsuna's face as the screaming blonde had cried out to her. What had she said?
And then it all came back to him.
"I'm being used!"
It was the first thing Wufei had heard her scream as she and Duo encroached on their position.
Duo pushed her past them quickly but the girl had resorted to yelling, her body wracked with sobs.
"What did you do, Setsuna?" she yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I thought you were my friend!"
Wufei noticed Duo glance at his perps face. He followed his eyes and saw a pained look cross her features before it was replaced with something decidedly colder and emotionless.
That was it. Wufei snapped out of his memories, his eyes bursting open. Sally and Une were still in each other's faces, whispering harsh words but he separated them with a less than gentle shove.
"Give me the folder," he barked, snatching it out of Une's hands anyway and turning back towards the interrogation room.
Une looked at him incredulously. "Chang!" she called out, reaching after him in appalled anger.
Wufei, with his hand on the knob, turned to face them halfway. "See if you can find a year and location where they were all in the same place, when all of this could have been orchestrated," he ordered but Une wasn't having any of it.
"Orchestrated? All of who?" she asked, "Meioh, Aino, Mizuno, Tsukino—"
"Not Tsukino," Wufei cut her off, pointing to Une with the folder in his hand. "All of them except her." He twisted the knob.
"Chang!"
But Wufei had already entered and shut the door behind him.
She watched him enter with a small smile, the same one she'd given him through the glass beforehand. However, Wufei was now less intimidated, less unsettled by her strange demeanor.
He sat down heavily in the chair before her, not making any contact with her annoyingly motherly expression. Flipping open the folder, he pulled out the picture that Une had shown her and slowly passed it across.
Setsuna looked down to it and then back up at him with that impertinent little smile.
Wufei then rifled through the photographs and pulled out another one, this one of a harrowed looking blonde holding a board with her name and verified numbers on it, her height measured in the background. It was a mug shot. Slowly he slid the picture across to her.
Setsuna's mouth twitched, her smile faltering for a split second. It was as if her lapse gave life to Wufei's, his lips turning upward in a cruel smile.
"What do they call you," he started, watching her expression carefully, "the mastermind?"
Setsuna looked up in surprise, her eyes wide and her small pink mouth open. Wufei had figured that he'd caught her until the beautiful woman burst into peals of polite laughter, lifting a chained hand to cover her mouth as if she knew it was disrespectful to be giggling. When her chuckles subsided and her breathing returned to normal, Setsuna shook her head.
"If a conductor conducts an orchestra are they also the composer of the music?" she asked cryptically, but Wufei was smart enough to catch on.
"So you're the conductor, and this," he touched the picture of the crescent moon, "is your wand."
Setsuna did not acknowledge his statement, but the smile had returned to her face. They stared at each other in a silent bout of wits. Wufei analyzed her, already knowing the next route he was going to take but let her revel in what she knew and he didn't. He wanted her to feel extra smug when he totaled her confidence—
Suddenly her smile disappeared. It was such a swift exchange, from haughty to serious, that Wufei wanted to look over his shoulder, wondering if she saw something he hadn't. Her eyes watched him carefully, under a scrutiny that actually had Wufei feeling somewhat obsequious to her domineering presence. His innate respect for her suddenly grew, having not felt that pervasive sense of secondary since his long bout of hatred with Treize. She was a different kind of prisoner now, he could see it in her expression. She had played Une, she had shooed away the Preventer in an obnoxious game of pretentious knowledge, in hopes that…
In hopes that what? Wufei remembered the look she gave him through the glass, her knowledge of his presence unsettling but the look had been far from it. In hopes that I would come in?
He looked down to the two pictures in front of them, their glossy countenance reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights that beamed above them. A shiny starburst of brightness rebounded around the tearful eye of the blonde in the picture. Wufei put his hands out, pulling the image of the crescent moon towards himself while pushing the image of the blonde towards Setsuna. It was like turning the cogs of a newly oiled machine: As Wufei switched the pictures, his brain concurrently flicked a switch as everything came together with astounding accuracy.
He wanted to play games with Setsuna, cause her to squirm as most perpetrators would. But something prevented him from doing so, something told him that perhaps time was of the essence, that perhaps he should simply crack the case. Coming out of his thoughts he tapped the picture with his pointer finger three times.
"She's innocent, isn't she?"
Setsuna's eyes flicked up to him with appraisal but she said nothing. Her mouth remained a straight line.
"Well," Wufei continued, "not completely innocent. You must have made her do something to be an active participant in breaking the law, something that made sure she was detained." He sat back and crossed his arms, his dark muggy glare plastered to her face. "But she has no idea about…" he uncrossed his arms briefly to push the image of the crescent moon towards her, "this, does she?"
Setsuna looked down and then up. Still she did not respond.
Wufei's face was stone-like. "Which brings me to the conclusion, based off of her response and the look you gave her last night, that you wanted her to be caught…what for? Revenge? Or…" They made cold eye contact, "Protection?"
When Setsuna did not respond again, Wufei shrugged and pulled the photographs back. Stuffing them back into the folder, he spoke.
"You have two options here," he said. "You can either start talking now or we release your friend and you'll forever wonder which one of the men was not murdered."
Setsuna's eyes shot up with a steely expression, her glare as chilling as a frigid morning. Wufei smirked.
I got you.
The chains of the handcuffs rattled as she flexed her fingers, not taking her ruthless glare from his stone cold face. Setsuna's mouth, however, remained in a flat line. He could see the wheels turning in her head, he could almost tangibly feel her thoughts whirling like a continuous pirouette. And then the spinning stopped, her muscles relaxed, and the anger that had permeated her face sifted away into the nonexistent breeze. She had reached a conclusion…and that conclusion was silence.
Giving her a feigned disappointed shrug, Wufei stood from the chair. The metallic hiss of the legs screeching back almost drowned out her faint murmur. Wufei, who'd taken maybe one step, looked over his shoulder.
"What was that?" he asked.
It took her a moment, but Setsuna looked up. Wufei locked eyes with her. His brain suddenly felt very heavy, his body feeling weighed down by an unknown intruder into the very recesses of his mind. His feet couldn't move, his body was paralyzed, eyes glued to the now hauntingly flat gaze of their mysterious perpetrator. He felt himself begin to lose balance, the confidence he'd held in exiting now flitting away with what little stabilization he could maintain. What on earth was happening? Had she somehow poisoned him?
"I said wait."
He saw her lips move, heard the words come from her mouth, but they echoed in his mind like he was entombed in a cavernous grotto, the hollow repeat of her words banging on his lobes. What the hell is happening?! Still, Wufei could not move.
"Liberty rises high only to those who can meet it. One out of four people will tell you that there are things in this world we cannot explain." Wufei's mind could barely comprehend her words. They slammed through his brain at different decibels, some echoing and trailing while others overlapped. His pupils had become so dilated that the room now buzzed with an indescribably incandescent brightness. "If you make the right acquaintances," she continued, "I think you'll find that the answer may be sweeter."
Sweeter…sweeter…sweeter… the word echoed in Wufei's mind as he finally was able to close his dry eyes. The agent squeezed them shut, bringing a wet warmth over the broad pupils. His mind was a pounding haze, the word sweeter continuing to ricochet off of his mental walls. The darkness behind his lids was a welcomed one, a comfort he found suddenly panicked.
Ang…
Chang…
"—Chang!"
The world went still and Wufei snapped his eyes open. He sucked in a breath as his obs wildly roamed the worried faces of Sally and Une. Both of their brows were knitted together so deeply that their lashes were lost beneath the folds of concerned skin. Wufei was immediately aware that he was sweating. How had he exited the room?
"Wufei…" Sally said, touching his arm. He immediately flinched and Sally pulled away self-consciously. "Are you ok?"
Une was less polite. "What was all that?" she demanded.
Wufei's eyes slithered from Sally's face, still contorted with apprehension, to Une's. She stared at him with angrily confused eyes.
"What was all what?" Wufei asked, his own thick voice sounding foreign.
Une leaned back, as if somehow realizing that the situation was serious. "You two were just…staring at each other, not saying anything," she revealed.
Wufei was immediately stricken with surprise, a gallant effort taken on his part to hide it completely from the two women before him. Instead he glared, trying to mask his newfound shakiness and posture his usual façade.
"I was trying to intimidate her," he snapped lowly, relieved when the worry began to fade from their expressions. "Did you find out anything about where they could have met?"
Sally shook her head. "We put Duo on the case. We figured that if this is all really connected, if they really did kill those men, then there's some hacking to be done."
Wufei nodded, turned to leave, and then paused. "It's all connected," he said confidently, looking down to the folder in his hand. "Trust me. And it all revolves around that blonde, Tsukino."
Une was startled by the sureness in his tone. "How do you know?"
"Her worry," he said, as if it were obvious.
Sally had seen it. "For the other girls."
Wufei nodded. "When I mentioned that perhaps all four men hadn't been murdered, she tensed. She was worried that one of the women had failed a their job and hadn't committed the murder, which would have meant that she was murdered herself." Wufei finally started to walk down the hallway, desperate to separate himself from everyone. "They care for each other, they're doing this together for a specific reason—something to do with the blonde." He pointed backwards. "I'm going to go check on Duo and see how he's progressing."
All Une and Sally could do was watch as he walked away.
"What do you know about telepathy?"
Duo snorted, not looking up from the screen or halting the incessant clacking of the keys beneath his fingers. "That it would make our jobs a hell of a lot easier."
Wufei caught on to most of the numbers and letters that flew by the screen but he had to admit, Duo was the fastest and most efficient hacker out of all of them.
"Why?" the braided man asked, removing his eyes from the brightness before him for a split second. "You trying to see what sappy thoughts probably lay deep within Heero's mind? Why doesn't anyone like me, why can't I just be normal? I miss my mommy." Duo's lips puckered as he imitated the sad voice he believed to be in Heero's head.
Wufei didn't respond.
Duo's fingers slowed on the keys until eventually he stopped typing. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was wrong with the usually angry Chinese man when a piece of paper was shoved in his face.
Duo reeled back before snatching the piece of paper out of Wufei's hands. He gave the agent an annoyed, skeptical glance before looking at the paper. "What is this?"
"I think it's some sort of code," Wufei said in a clipped tone, leaning back against the wall. "It doesn't make sense otherwise."
"'Liberty rises high only to those who can meet it," Duo mumbled so quickly that the words seemed to meld together. "One out of nine people will tell you that there are things in this world we cannot explain. If you make the right acquaintances, I think you'll find that the answer may be sweeter.' The answer may be sweeter…"
Sweeter…sweeter…sweeter. The words echoed in Wufei's head again. He placed a hand to his temple. Duo noticed.
The look of worried annoyance that crept onto Duo's face did not escape Wufei. He looked down to the paper. "Well, I think it's pretty obvious," Duo said, handing the small slip back to the tempered agent.
Wufei was not patient. "Well?" he snapped.
"It's an address," Duo said, unfazed by Wufei's behavior.
A black eyebrow rose high. "An address?" Wufei looked back down to the slip to see what he possibly could have missed. For how annoying the braided man was he sure could crack codes with an inhuman and alarming speed.
"Yeah," Duo said, standing from his computer's chair and pointing over the slip of paper. "'Liberty rises high'…I mean whoever gave you this didn't work very hard. There are apartments on Liberty Ave called…get ready for it, The Liberty High Rises." Duo made a faux scared face before continuing at the behest of Wufei's annoyed growl. "I'm guessing it's the first apartment on the ninth floor. The whole acquaintance and sweeter part…I'm not really sure—hey! Where are you going?"
Wufei had turned to leave, exiting the small room buzzing with electrical current. Duo burst through the doors after him. "I'm going to the address," was his curt response.
Duo's eyes lit up. "Oh cool, I'm coming too!"
Wufei gave him a cold side-eye. "No, you're not."
Duo had already grabbed his jacket. "Yep. I am. I helped you crack the code so you get to let me accompany you. I've been cooped up in that room so it's only fair."
"Maxwell…"
"My skin needs fresh air!"
"Maxwell…"
"Just think of me as a sweet acquaintance."
Wufei did not.
"Whoa…"
Glass crunched beneath Duo's feet as he and Wufei slipped into the unlocked room.
"Somebody definitely got robbed," the braided man quipped, only to be silenced as Wufei sent a glare his way.
The agents ducked beneath caution tape, signifying that the cops had already been there. Wufei eyed a necklace on a small vanity. It shone gold with a delicate pendant in the middle, more gold encasing a cluster of small diamond chips. He picked up the necklace delicately as Duo moved farther into the apartment and looked on the back of the clasp.
14k, it read.
He set down the necklace with a perplexed look, eyeing the detail of the apartment. More glass crunched below him as he moved towards the area Duo was inspecting.
"I don't think they were robbed…" he said absentmindedly, turning towards a calendar dripping in red markings. Whoever lived here either did a lot or didn't do much and wrote down insignificant things to make them feel like they did a lot. Reading what was marked in each day, Wufei figured it was the latter.
"Yeah, the stereo is still here…" Duo muttered.
Wufei clasped his hands behind his back, leaning in to read the small handwriting on the calendar. Friday, trends graphic completed! Also buy new box of kitty litter! Saturday, take sweet Luna to the vet—dry nose, cold? Also, tornado graphic for news! Sunday, take sweet Luna outside! The sweetest cat deserves a sweet day!
"The cat…"
Duo wasn't really listening. "Hmm?" he said absentminded, looking through the person's collection of highly outdated CDs. Oh awesome, Smash Mouth!
"Sweet Luna…" Sweeter…sweeter…sweeter…
"What are you mumbling about?" Duo said, still not looking up. He pulled out the Smash Mouth CD and turned it over, reading over the songs.
"Mrrrowww."
Both men froze, looking over to the small, dark blob that had stepped into the small door frame. Its tail twitched as it took a gentle step into the light, no glass breaking beneath its small paws. The cat padded over to Wufei, pausing before his pant leg and giving the dark material a rub with her chin.
Duo melted. "Aw," he gushed. "See? Something is capable of liking you."
Wufei paid him no mind, kneeling to the ground. He held out his hand and the cat rubbed its chin on that too. It started to purr, sitting on his haunches before Wufei as if asking for food. "Duo, look at this."
The brunette was shaken from his awe at Wufei's kindness towards the animal as he stepped forward. The agent was pointing to the cat's forehead. Duo's eyes widened.
"A crescent moon?" he asked, looking back and forth from his colleague to the cat. He reached down and pet the cat's head, her purring increasing. "Cute or abusive?"
Wufei didn't know what it was but there was something about the cat's eyes. They were a haunting, all-knowing red that were far too similar to Setsuna Meioh's. "On the calendar her owner keeps calling her 'Sweet Luna.'"
Duo raised an eyebrow. "You think she sent you here to find a cat?"
Wufei kept his eyes pinned to the tiny animal in front of him. Her eyes flitted to Duo at the mention of her and the purring stopped almost on a dime. There was something knowing in those eyes, something that Wufei tried to shake.
"Setsuna said that if we 'make the right aquaintances, the answer may be sweeter…"
"Setsuna sent you?!"
There was a heartbeat of silence, one brief beat of quiet as both Duo and Wufei stared at the cat in complete and utter awe. Then, as if slow motion had suddenly been reactivated into real time, Duo stumbled backwards until he hit a chair, promptly tumbling unceremoniously to the floor as Wufei crab walked backwards, cutting his hand open on a shard of glass.
"Did you say that?!"
"I didn't say anything!"
"Well the cat didn't fucking say it!"
"The hell it did! I didn't say a damn word!"
"Dammit, my hand!"
"Are you ok?"
Wufei paused from inspecting his hand to look over to Duo incredulously. The man had never been particularly worried about his state of being, especially concerning something as small as a cut. But Duo's eyes, which were wide with astonishment, were not cast towards Wufei's small wound. The braided man's mouth was wide open, wobbling with unknown words.
"Th-th-th-th-" His shaking finger was pointing directly at the cat.
Luna stepped forward, a disturbingly humanoid look of worry taking over her feline features. "Are you here to help?" she asked.
Wufei sucked in a shuddering breath, not sure how to react, not sure how to keep his usual stoic composure. "Maxwell…" he said, breathily, reaching out a blind hand while pointing to the cat.
Duo couldn't respond, his mouth a gaping hole of disbelief.
Luna was losing her patience. "Did Setsuna send you?" she demanded again, "are you here to help?"
Duo couldn't even register her words.
"HOLY SHIT THAT CAT JUST TALKED!"
Sorry this chapter wasn't as fun as the other few, womp womp. Oh well, I hope you still enjoyed! I rather like Wufei and Setsuna interacting, I think I might make it a thing…hahaha. Everybody shows up next time! Any kind of feedback would be lovely, thanks for reading!
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sweetypie15: Oh jee, thank you so much! Haha. I'm glad you liked it so much. They'll all be interacting in due time! Soon enough, you know me, gotta keep the reader on their toes haha. Thank you for the review, it's much appreciated!
lilmoongirl: xD Wow, thank you so much! I know, Usagi's a little spaz and so innocent. Her role in this story will be pretty innocent, obviously, until later on. Mamoru's gone! Dun dun dunnnn! Murder mystery? Psychological thriller? Supernatural? Who knows, we'll see hahaha. I know this chapter wasn't quite as action packed or fun but I hope you liked it just as much!
aquafina rain: Oh woooowwwww! You reviews were AWESOME! Makin' me blush n' all that xD. Setsuna's definitely got a role to play here—if you couldn't tell by this chapter haha. She's messing with poor little Wufei but she's definitely got her reasons haha. She'll definitely take her age old role as far away overseer when it comes to Usagi, more mentally than physically (obviously). The two are close but now Usagi's a little confused. I'm glad you liked some of my humor haha, I try, I try. Yep! Luna's a speaker! As definitely evidenced in this chapter haha. Setsuna knows but Usagi doesn't…hehehehe. I can't tell you why she's out of the loop! Duo's definitely one of my favorites, I really like his character and how he's such an indescribable yin and yang of serious mystery and fun and jolly. Ami's geniusness is definitely gonna get her in some hot water with the preventers haha, I can't wait to get to her interactions. I think she and Rei are probably the one's who'll have changed the most. I'm glad you liked Minako's chapter too—I know, I don't know what it is about Minako, I love writing her hooking up with people! Hahaha. I actually did make a huge effort to create bad guys that weren't all bad—it makes for more fun :P. The flaming crescent moon as Usagi's bat symbol! Hahahaha, I busted out laughing, that's such a perfect description for it. Rei's definitely gonna be a little messed up…Colomia is actually going to be a huge part of her story—what happened in Colombia? Only time will tell…hehe. We'll definitely get some hints as to what happened with Makoto, she didn't do as well as the other girls and it's definitely going to come back to haunt her…she and Duo will definitely get much more interaction! I think they complement each other pretty well by having two such dichotomous personalities within them. And wow, thanks so much for your compliments, I really, really appreciate them. THANK YOU SO MUCH for your reviews! They seriously made my day, each and every one of them. I hope you like this chapter just as much!
