A/N: Here's the newest chapter. Finally, Heero's chapter! I wasn't sure how to have Usagi meet Heero, so I decided to go with him being a hero and stuff. Thank you to those who reviewed chapter four. I'm really happy you liked it! Now for some personal replies.
Venus914: Wufei is so under rated, isn't he? I loved him—he's so awesome! And I can see Usagi with anyone too. Usagi is such a multi-person. She'd go so well with just about anyone, which is why I love her charismatic character. As for Rei, including the other inner senshi, I think it's possible that they can go well with anyone too—it would just be a lot more harder to write. I'm still not sure who Rei (or any of the other girls) should end up with though. I'm still in the process of planning it all out. I hope you enjoy Heero's chapter!
SereheartHeero: Here's Heero's chapter. I really hope you like it!
Feisa: I like them together too. (I like Usagi with anyone actually) Thanks for reviewing and voting. I counted your vote. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Lilaclight: The Gundam boys are awesome aren't they? XD And do you mean the name change in the prologue where Darien calls Usagi 'Serena' and Usagi calls Darien 'Mamoru'? If that's what you're referring to, then my answer is that it will be explained in the later chapters. You'll have to read to find out! Thanks so much for reviewing!
DealWitht: Wow, you're so well-rounded when it comes to the pairings! XD I think my least favorite pairing would have to be Quatre/Usagi. Quatre is so… polite that it makes him seem kind of weak. Usagi would sooo dominate him. Then my second least favorite would be Wufeo/Usagi only because Wufei has that "me conquer woman!" persona about him. I don't like that in a guy LOL but he would go great with her, despite what I said. Anyway, thanks for reviewing I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
Silently . Lost: The Wufei thing is what I say about my step-dad (I'm only joking though XD) And yes, you can vote for all of them. So sad for Quatre though. He's got none. LOL Also, I'm thinking of writing a series of one shots on different SM/GW pairings. Still a Work-in-progress though. I must finish this story up first. Thanks for reviewing and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Good Times, Good Luck, Goodbye
Usagi never liked the idea of traveling in airplanes. She was the kind of person who liked her feet to be secured on the ground—and when she and Rei boarded the flight 39 plane back to Japan, all of her worst nightmares had come true. Prior to landing, the plane's engine had malfunctioned and the pilot could not land the aircraft safely into the landing zone. Instead, it landed turbulently. The bottom of the plane scraped against the cement—pieces of the plane tore apart, and the flight attendants told everyone to get into tuck position.
Usagi nearly cried when Rei began panicking herself—and Rei started to panic only when she saw the horror in the attendant's eyes. "The angels are mad at me!" Usagi cried out, her face red from the tuck position. "They're mad at me for breaking his heart! Oh, I'm sorry! Please spare my life!" she shrieked in increasing panic to no one in particular. Rei looked over at her in disbelief and sneered. "SHUT UP! Usa, keep your stupid beliefs to yourself. We're getting out of this alive, so quit all that horse piss about the angels punishing you for rejecting that damn Wufei!"
Usagi heaved deeply and let out a sob. This was all because she couldn't keep a boyfriend for too long, wasn't it?
All at once, the plane screeched to a sudden stop, the seat belt around her waist tightened making it excruciatingly painful. For a moment she refused to open her eyes, she was tired, she was hungry, she was lonely, she was afraid. She wanted to return to her apartment and take a long shower, perhaps eat a pasta salad and enjoy the highlights of a basketball game on mute in the comfort of her own home. If she survived through this, she'd completely change her lifestyle—perhaps marry a man as soon as he asked for her hand in marriage—start a family within the next year with the person who she would marry—she was going to be a little more friendly with everyone she would meet—fall in love with the next guy she met…maybe.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and touched herself. "I am alive?" she asked herself loudly, her eyes widening in realization. "Oh God, I'm alive!" she threw her hands in the air, only to be cut short due to the ceiling of the plane, which was now quite hot, and marred her with tiny burns on her knuckles.
"Ouch!" she shrieked and repeatedly kissed her knuckles on both her hands. "Rei, are you all—uhn…" she looked to her right, not being able to see anyone on the plane anymore, she felt nauseous. "REI?" she shouted, and struggled out of her seat, fiddling with the seat belt, only to be burned by the scalding metal again. "Oh God," she gasped, the fear was apparent in her voice. "SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!" she shouted, pounding on the window next to her. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP ME!"
After a few moments, several voices were heard, somewhere along the lines of 'someone's still in there.' And 'Search the plane again for any passengers.'
She smiled, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. "I'M IN HERE! 37A!" she shouted her seat number repeatedly. It didn't take very long until a young man stood before her, hand extended and his expression was completely void of any worry or concern—in fact, he looked stoic. "Miss," he said, referring to her politely in English. "I need you to calm down and allow me to escort you to safety." His voice was a light, semi-whispered, melodious vocal tone, although it was somewhat, hoarse. She scanned him from head to toe. Then she scanned the palm of his extended hand.
So many scars, she thought as she counted the scars on his palm and around his wrists and fingers. There was a deep scar on four of his fingers—around the middle section. She could only imagine that he'd gotten that scar from holding a sharp-edged instrument or perhaps trying to take a knife away from someone else. At the very middle of his palm was a stab wound the size of a dime. Various slice scars framed the sides of his palms towards his pinky; the pinky, in particular, had the most scars, which wrapped around his little finger like a snake.
"Miss?" he had just finished cutting her loose from the seat belt with his other hand. His English made her heart flutter once again.
Usagi nodded and placed her hand onto his as he slowly enclosed his fingers around her hand. His hand was large and his fingers were wonderfully lengthy and masculine. Her hand fit snugly in his, and she admitted silently to herself that she liked the security he had made her feel—all with just the touch of his fingers.
He led her to a small, open-air automobile and seated her injured body next to him, where he drove her to the airport's waiting lounge. "Excuse me," she tapped him on the shoulder, trying her hand at English. "May I know your name, sir? I should like to know the name of the man who had rescued me." She said, flawlessly—though no one she knew talked that way anymore. "Heero Yuy, ma'am." He replied monotonously. "A nurse will be with you shortly. Please sit down and refrain from putting any weight on your left foot." He stated, kneeling down on one knee, and pulled her black sandal off of her left foot. Usagi blinked. She hadn't noticed it before, but her left foot was badly bruised. A mixture of purple, black and green made it look horribly sickening.
He got up to leave however, Usagi tugged on his sleeve and gently pulled him back. "Heero, if it isn't too much trouble, I should like to ask you if you could locate someone for me." She requested, her English had been too formal. He arched a brow, though his eyes remained stoic. "A boyfriend?"
Usagi nearly choked on her own saliva. "N-No." she leaned back against her chair and chuckled. "Her name is Rei Hino and she is slightly taller than I." she suddenly realized how short she was compared to him and begun to laugh nervously. "She's my age—twenty—and she has bla—"
She was suddenly cut short when he abruptly walked away. She turned her head around to watch him turn a corner and scoffed. "Damn, jerk." She cursed in Japanese—her mother-tongue. Moments later, a voice echoed in the intercom.
"Rei Hino, please report to gate number thirty-seven." Usagi's eyes lit up in realization. That voice sounds familiar. "Rei Hino, please report to gate number thirty-seven." It's Heero!
"Usa!" another familiar voice!
"Rei?" Usagi stood up from her seat, winced from the pain throbbing from her left ankle, and managed to make her way to her best friend. "I opened my eyes and you were gone." She stated, whimpering. Rei quickly led her back to her seat, noticing how wobbly she had been and gently forced her to sit. "My seat belt unbuckled during turbulence. Then when we crashed into the ground, I rolled off to the side and tumbled a couple dozen feet down the aisle." She exclaimed. "The rescuers managed to get everyone out—though a few people were stuck inside for a couple of minutes longer. The nurse said I hit my head pretty hard—she kind of got on my nerves asking so many questions." She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. Usagi noticed that her transparent, black stockings were torn around her thighs and along the back of her calves.
"I was one of those people who were still stuck in that damned plane." Usagi spat out, bitterly, to which Rei sharply glanced at her in shock, not used to hearing her speak in such a way. "I tried to unbuckle my own seat belt, but the metal buckle burnt my fingers. I was panicking like crazy until this guy came and rescued me." She exclaimed, with a passionate look in her eyes.
"Guy? What guy?" Rei asked, momentarily.
"Heero."
"Yeah, I know he's a hero. He rescued you and lots of other people too, I bet."
"No! His name is HEERO." Usagi said, pronouncing his name very loudly. "Heero Yuy." She added, briefly and sighed. "That was his voice on the intercom a few minutes ago." She said, dreamily. Rei eyed her weirdly and shrugged. "Strange name—but that was one sexy voice." She snapped her fingers playfully. "Tell me about it." said Usagi. "Miss," A familiar voice had addressed her politely from behind. Surprised, the two girls turned around, though Rei turned around mostly influenced by her curiosity.
"Heero!" Usagi gasped. Heero gave her a flimsy smile and gave a small nod regarding Rei. In English, he said, "There are no nurses or doctors available to examine your condition as they are busy with other injured passengers—so I shall serve as your doctor for the time being." He got down on one knee in front of her and pulled a little flashlight from the pocket of his white, long-sleeved, collared shirt and shined it in her eyes. "Follow the light." He instructed, and she had done as she was told. At that moment, she was glad that her mother and father had taught her English as she was growing up.
He had asked her various questions, and she responded them truthfully. Finally, he began examining her bruised foot and asked her one more question. "So you speak Japanese as well, correct?" to which Usagi nodded briefly.
"I didn't know I had a sexy voice." He said, through a subtle smirk—this time, in Japanese. Usagi's jaw dropped and Rei nearly fell off her seat laughing insanely. "You understood that?" she replied back in Japanese. Heero nodded, then turned to Rei. "You think that I have a strange name? This woman's name means rabbit." He stated, pressing his thumb into the crook of her ankle. Usagi gasped, gently slapping Heero's hand. "That hurts!"
"I apologize." He said switching back to English. "Stop that!" Usagi snapped in Japanese, the switching of languages irritated her. "And do it gently." She coaxed him.
"I really shouldn't be doing this, Miss—"
"Usagi." She said, sternly. Heero sighed. "Ok… Usagi. I can't display any sexual acts within the vicinity of this airport—especially with any passengers." He stated, firmly. Usagi scoffed. "Sexual acts? You're massaging my foot—you're telling me that doing this is sexual?" she gave him a dubious look. Heero ignored her and quickly changed the subject. "Your foot isn't broken—just sprained, but I suggest that you should refrain from any strenuous exercises that may worsen the condition of your ankle."
"Like sex." Rei whispered loudly, trailing the 'x' for a few more seconds. Heero gave her a cold glare to which Rei rolled her eyes. "Fine! I'll leave and take a cab home. See you tomorrow, Usa." She said, hugging Usagi tightly and then departed, walking in the other direction. Heero began muttering a few words under his breath. "Your friend is a strange woman." He mumbled. Usagi couldn't help but laugh.
"Today is strange. I never would have thought that the airplane I was on would suddenly crash into the ground like this."
"I never would have thought that you could speak Japanese fluently." He retorted. Usagi arched a brow. "Well, you assumed that I only spoke English." She bit back. Heero crossed his arms. "You have blonde hair don't you?" Usagi had nothing to say to that. She didn't even look Japanese—it was no wonder why he assumed she only spoke English.
"How will I go home?" she finally asked, changing the topic. Heero narrowed his eyes at her. "Cab." He answered, shortly. Usagi frowned. "The luggage and practically everything that everyone brought is still in the plane—either broken, burnt, or missing. I'm broke." She exclaimed, with a look of disbelief. Heero sighed and ran his thumb along his jaw line, Usagi quickly found this to be charming. "I'll pay the cab driver for you."
"Why don't you just save the money and drop me off yourself? It's not too far—only twenty minutes away." She pestered. Heero shrugged. "Against regula-"
"Let's go, now." She said sternly, and hooked her arm under his, leading him towards the exit all while hobbling on her left foot. "This isn't safe." Heero heaved uncomfortably and ran his free hand along the back of his neck. "Why wouldn't it be safe?" Usagi questioned demandingly, without looking back at him as she dragged him out of the airport.
"You shouldn't get involved with a person like me." Was all he said. At this, Usagi turned with a puzzled look, but quickly shrugged it off. "So where's your car?" she asked, looking from side to side. Heero groaned. "Did you hear what I just said?"
Usagi nodded. "Sure. I don't really give a damn, though." At this, Heero had to return her with a puzzled look, quite shocked at the choice of her words. "Proper ladies shouldn't speak like that." He remarked, hoping she would become upset and decide to leave him alone. "I'm human, Heero. People talk like this sometimes." She exclaimed.
Heero sighed again. "Listen, if you knew who I really am, you'd be afraid of me. Just leave, now." He tried to say it in the most sensitive way possible. Usagi frowned bitterly. "I don't care if you've gone to jail a thousand-plus times, or if you're some incognito pervert—or even a psychotic murderer—you're going to do me a favor, and take me to my apartment." Then she nervously pulled her arm out from under his arm and glanced at him cautiously. "If you are a psychotic murderer, you'll spare my life, right?"
Heero smirked. "I only point my guns at men—and crazy ex-girlfriends." He decided to add that tiny bit at the end. Usagi quickly linked her arm with his arm again and sighed in relief. "I'm glad I'm not a man or your ex-girlfriend!"
"But there's no doubt that you're crazy." Heero retorted, wisely. Usagi's lips formed a bitter, straight line as he made his retort, but again, she shrugged it off. "So, were you like a police officer or something?" she asked, recalling him mentioning something about guns.
Heero felt inclined to answered, just to shut her up. "Somewhat." Then he aggravatingly, led her to his car—the newest model of a black acura nsx. "Beautiful." Usagi sighed in awe as Heero opened the door for her.
As Usagi gave him directions to her apartment, Heero inwardly scowled to himself as to why he was doing this for her in the first place. He had already told her too much about himself—he, along with several soldiers involved with the war that ended a while back, weren't allowed to reside on Earth without the consent of the World Nation and the Queen of the World: Relena Peacecraft, a woman he left a few years ago in order to gain an maintain a life with just a sense of humanity. He grimaced and tightened his grip on the wheel as he made a sharp turn. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye—it was truly a shame that he had to kill such a beautiful lady so soon after their first meeting.
Usagi instructed him to park at an empty space right next to her car. When she got out of the car (with much difficulty) she demanded that he stay for dinner, to which Heero accepted in order to kill her without having anyone see. As she limped up the stairs onto the third floor and into her home, she turned to Heero and pointed out how ridiculous he looked wearing his uniform outside of work. Upon hearing this, Heero unbuttoned his uniform and slung it over a chair. Underneath his uniform, he had been wearing a plain, white shirt.
"Do you like pasta salad?" Usagi asked over her shoulder as she opened her refrigerator. Heero replied with a "Hn." Though, he hadn't ever heard of such a thing as a pasta salad. Within a few minutes, Usagi hobbled into the living room with two bowls and two forks in her arms. "Here," she said, handing him his bowl of food. "Thanks." He said in a low voice and began eating bits of it at a time.
"Good?" Usagi questioned curiously, her fork still partly in her mouth. Heero grunted. "No, that why's I'm still eating it." He stated, sarcastically—though it sounded very serious. Usagi chuckled softly and relaxed in her seat across from him. Usagi began asking questions regarding his life. At first Heero had been reluctant, though he finally began telling her everything. She was going to die soon after anyway.
Usagi arched a brow in shock. "So you were a soldier?" she asked for confirmation after he had told her his occupation back when he was still a boy in his teens. Heero nodded.
"So you've seen bloodshed." Usagi muttered solemnly. "Hn."
"And you've killed as well."
"Hn." He slowly maneuvered his hand to the custom Jericho 941 that was well hidden in his back pocket. "What kind of soldier were you?" she asked, moments later. The expression on her face turned grim. Heero paused to stare at her face, then he replied in a husky voice. "I was trained at a young age to become the perfect soldier—and that's the kind of soldier I became. To be more frank, I piloted a mobile suit gundam and killed more people than I can remember." His eyes flashed dangerously as Usagi stood up.
"Do you have permission from the W.N. to live on Earth?"
"No." he grunted.
He watched her walk into the kitchen to put her empty bowl into the sink. "Would you like desert?" she asked causally, though she was starting to sound formal. She opened the fridge and pulled out a half-eaten, chocolate cake and set it on the counter top. She opened a drawer and pulled out a large, kitchen knife. "There's chocolate cake." She called out and turned around, her heart suddenly felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, though he facial expression remained calm and unchanged.
"Heero, what are you doing?" she asked politely with a hint of hostility. Heero didn't reply. He stood under the threshold* of the kitchen with his gun aimed at Usagi's chest. Quickly realizing why she was in such a situation, Usagi calmly and slowly stepped forward. "I know too much, right? It's ok. I won't say a word to anyone. You can try to kill me—just in case you don't trust me. I don't think you can, though. It's really hard to kill such a good person." She smiled, pressing her heart against his gun point. Heero flinched and clicked the safety back on. "You won't tell anyone," He stated, with a trace of a question.
"I promise—only if you don't kill me."
Heero placed his gun back in his pocket and relaxed. "Chocolate cake sounds good." He said, casually. She nodded sweetly. "Right away." And she began cutting the round cake into slices.
They ate their slices of cake in the kitchen, standing from opposite sides of the counter top, facing each other. They began talking a lot more, this time, as Heero began questioning her about her life. "Have you got a boyfriend?" he had asked.
"No. He asked me to marry him and I flaked out." She replied, a bitter crease forming at the corners of her lips. "How many have you had?" he asked, his eyes intent and concentrated.
"Mmm… five? No, no—four."
"What were they like?" Usagi couldn't believe he was asking her this, but she sighed and began explaining to her what her first boyfriend was like. "He was perfect. My ideal kind of boyfriend back when I was still fifteen. But I only ever saw him late afterschool. I've never actually seen him in class or during school hours. There were rumors about him already having a job." She ran her hands across her cheek thoughtfully. "He had a strange life. I almost couldn't believe it myself—he has twenty-nine older sisters." She shook her head in disbelief. "Anyway, we split up because he left for the space colonies. All that time I've been with him, I had to find out from his butler." She stated, bitterly.
Heero's eyebrows furrowed. "Next," he said, flatly. Usagi nodded. "My second boyfriend and I met when I was eighteen. I saw him walking on the railing of this bridge and I got scared and told him to get off. He invited me to watch a show at the traveling circus he worked at and things went on from there—or course, he had to leave in one month, and I had completely forgotten." She chuckled to herself. "He left without even saying anything." She said, with a grin.
"Clowns shouldn't make girls cry." Heero stated, as a matter of fact. Usagi arched a brow. "How did you know he was a clown?"
"Just a guess." He replied. "Next,"
"I met my third boyfriend at a college party not too long after. He rescued me from a bunch of perverts, then he walked me home and I gave him a polite kiss on the lips." She began blushing immensely. "I don't know how he managed to turn it into a make-out session."
"Repulsive." Heero's lips upturned into a grimace. Usagi shrugged. "He had to leave for America. So natuarally, we parted ways."
"Next,"
"He hated me at first, but he had a weird fascination with my hair." She snorted. "It's unusually long." Heero remarked. Usagi nodded. "That's what he liked about it. Anyway, we shared our first real kiss at the river bank—ten months later, he asked me to marry him." She shivered. Heero arched a brow. "You didn't want to marry him?"
"I'm not ready for marriage." She exclaimed. "But after today, I realized how short life can be. Now, I actually want to start a family of my own." She admitted, intertwining her fingers with one another. "What about you? How many girlfriends have you had?" she changed to topic to him.
"Only one." He exclaimed. Usagi pursed her lips in thought. "Before, during, or after the war?"
"During. I met her when I was stationed for a mission on Earth—she knew too much, so I had to kill her; but I couldn't. She was oddly intrigued with me—so I formed an attachment to her." he said, his lips formed a bitter, straight line. Usagi caught notice of this. "Why aren't you with her anymore?"
"I left her to learn how to live life like a normal person. I obviously can't do that with her involved in my life, seeing that her job surrounds her life with politics and such. She's probably the most important person in the world." He smirked, glancing at Usagi to see her expression. She had a concentrated look in her eyes. "The most important person in the world is Relena Peace—" she gasped and glanced at him under her lashes.
"Is it really necessary to say her name?" Heero frowned. Usagi covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "Wow, I didn't know that she had a boyfriend."
"Wouldn't everyone on Earth go crazy if they all knew she was involved with a soldier from space?"
Usagi nodded. "Do you still love her?"
"I do," he replied. "But with a different meaning. I care for her health and overall well-being. As for being romantically inclined with her, I'd rather not. From gaining just a bit of humanity over the past few years, I realized that I became attached to her only because she knew I was a soldier from space and that she still inclined to form some kind of relationship with me." He chuckled under his breath. Usagi sighed dreamily. "How lovely. I'm sure your two had good times together."
"Yeah," he said, bitterly. "Filled with war, bloodshed, and hundreds of deaths." To this, Usagi frowned. "So you haven't dated anyone after her?" Heero replied with a shake of his head. Usagi's jaw dropped. "Tell me, have you had your first kiss yet?" Again, Heero shook his head. "You're a freak." Usagi stated, moments later and pulled a nearby bar stool next to him and promptly sat on it. "Kiss me and I'll rate you." She exclaimed, and closed her eyes, inclining her chin just a few centimeters closer to his face.
"I'll chop my own leg off before doing that." He scoffed. "Just do it!" she snapped, prompting him to do so. He cleared his throat professionally and closed his eyes, leaning in. His nose brushed against hers and the warmth of their lips emitted just a few centimeters away.
Usagi quickly snapped her eyes open and pulled away, not allowing his lips to touch hers. "Ok. T-That's enough." She stuttered. "I give you a six out of ten." She said, the corners of her lips quirking up into a mischievous grin. Heero brought his head back to its original state and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Six?"
Usagi laughed. "So used to being perfect, I see." She eyed him with luminous eyes. Heero folded his arms over his chest and frowned. "Perfect soldier. Not a perfect kisser." He emphasized clearly. Usagi sighed contently. "It's late, Heero. I want to take a long shower and go to sleep." She mumbled, getting off the stool.
"You didn't need to tell me that." He said, with a frown of disgust. Usagi playfully nudged his arm and limped towards the door to open it for him. "Goodbye, now." She said, impatiently. He walked over to the chair he had placed his uniform jacket on and slung it over his shoulder. "Goodnight." He said, in a flat voice as he stood facing Usagi at the door way.
She nodded with a small smile and proceeded to close the door when he turned to walk to his car. Just when the door had almost completely closed, a hand poked in from outside and roughly swung the door open again. In shock, Usagi stepped back only to see Heero again.
She parted her lips slightly to question if he had forgotten something, but he firmly pulled her closer to him with his hands on her shoulders and swept a single kiss on her soft lips. He pulled away and stared at her blue eyes. "How about now?" he asked.
Usagi's cheeks flushed pink. "A perfect ten."
Her eyes wandered off to Heero. The quality she liked most about him was—no. It was the whole of him she liked. She could never just choose one thing out of him that she favored above the rest. She liked everything about him—which was why she had fallen for him in the first place.
With his arms folded over her chest, Heero pieced together everything he had observed. Usagi came up this man's (Darien's) office to bring a box of lunch. She also called him Mamoru. Darien—Mamoru had also called her Serena. He saw the way she reacted when she had walked into the room. Of course, anyone would have reacted in the same way if a former lover suddenly appeared before them. Strangely, Usagi had a surprised look—five times more shocking than normal. And she had a white gold engagement ring with a diamond shaped to look like a rose, on her ring finger. Was Darien—Mamoru her fiancé?
Usagi was a bundle of mystery, joy, and love. At times, Heero became too overwhelmed that he had to distance himself from her for days—until the moment he began missing her so badly, he would rush over to her apartment in the middle of the night and sneak into her room to lay on her bed next to her and watch the rising and falling of her chest.
When she awoke to find him staring at her lovingly—and half-asleep—she would playfully hit him with a pillow and call him a freak.
Things had been that way for two and a half-years. They'd spent two birthdays and two Christmas' and two Valentine's Days and whatever other holidays together. He loved his life now that she became a part of it—though, he still hadn't regained his humanity and at times, he would think about leaving to find the rest of humanity elsewhere. His desire for that had been greater than his love for Usagi, which he admitted to after a few months with her, to which she understood perfectly.
"I've found a small piece of your humanity, though." Usagi exclaimed, discreetly. Heero arched a brow and turned to her with a questionable look. "Where?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle. "Here." She murmured and kissed his lips. After they parted, Heero sighed. "You've killed me." he joked in a serious voice.
One night, he'd gotten an email from his mentor—Doctor J—explaining how he had to leave Japan and flee to another country. The World Nation were becoming suspicious of him—if he were to get caught for living illegally on Earth, they'd have to throw him in prison, where he would lose all the humanity he gained. He immediately informed her of his predicament and coaxed her to follow him to wherever Doctor J was going to send him off to.
"Heero," Usagi pleaded. "I've finally found a job in the career I wanted. I met this nice man at the coffee shop today—"
Heero glared at her with cold eyes. "How forward with you was he?" he said with a sharp tongue. Usagi heaved. "No, Heero. He overheard me telling Rei about looking into cell research companies and trying to find a job as a secretary, and he offered me a job." She explained, running her hand through his hair reassuringly. Heero's expression remained unchanged. "So you've finally achieved your dream." He sounded both happy and sad at the same time.
Usagi nodded. "I want you to stay, but I don't want you to get caught, Heero." She said with quivering lips. "If you want me to go with you, I will. Just tell me to come along and I'll leave everything here and start a new life over with you." She looked into his eyes lovingly. Heero closed his eyes and heaved deeply, pressing his forehead against hers. "I don't know." He admitted. "I want you with me, but I want you to be happy too. Your dreams are just as important to me as they are to you." He added.
Usagi smiled. "Just live by your emotions." She told him and he understood perfectly. "I love you, Usagi Tsukino." He told her in a husky voice. "I love you, Heero Yuy." She said back with the same passion in her voice.
He kissed her index finger and unbearably told her to stay and live her dream while he would run off to another country. Usagi cried briefly, but grinned and nodded her head understandingly. "Thank you, Heero." She whispered.
She waited with him at the waiting lounge in the airport. She waited an hour until the plane arrived to take him to where ever Doctor J pleased. She waited until he finally stood from his seat next to her and looked at her with pained eyes. Hand in hand, they silently walked to the gateway of the plane, where they stopped to gaze into each other's eyes for the last time.
"Kiss me, and I'll rate you." She said through tears but with a wide grin on her lips. "One for all the good times we had." Heero stated, plaintively and leaned in to kiss her softly. Then they parted just a little bit.
"One more for good luck." Usagi whispered with a smile and kissed him again with their lips parted slightly open. They pulled away again and held onto each other as if their knees were going weak.
"And again for goodbye." Heero whispered huskily with a frustrated expression. Sometimes, he was mad at himself for loving her so much. They shared their last kiss, their most passionate one, Usagi in tears, and Heero in agony. "For now." He quickly added as they parted for air. "I'll come back to you. Just stay here." He instructed. Usagi nodded and sniffed. "I love you, Heero Yuy."
He pulled her head under his chin and held her briefly. "I love you, Usagi Tsukino." With that said, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the gateway.
Her heart began beating uncontrollably. Butterflies fluttered endlessly in her stomach as she looked into the eyes of each and every one of her former lovers. Then she wiggled her ring with her thumb and pursed her lip thoughtfully. Who was she really in love with now?
A/N: Look forward to the next chapter around next week Friday, Saturday or Sunday. I'll update by then, hopefully. By the way, should I make a chapter for Usagi and Mamoru? If yes, I'll write it as a special chapter later on in the story—like five chapter before the final chapter or so? Idk. Anyway, don't forget to review. Reviews are really helpful and motivate me to write faster. Thanks!