Chapter Six

Author's note: To be honest, I completely forgot about this. I'm not entirely sure what was supposed to happen. I think I remember having Quatre plan this whole thing because Wufei and Ayame weren't getting along at all, so he sent them to this school, undercover, to force them to get along. But Wufei is cross dressing for some reason. I'm not sure where I was going with this. Don't be surprised if I delete this. I do not own Gundam Wing.

Ayame sat at her desk, hunched over and hold her head. Wufei was on his bed, leaning against the wall, a book he was pretending to read laid in his lap. His dark eyes were glued to the girl who attempted to will the growing headache away.

"So…how's your head?" Wufei asked, a smug smile pulling at his lips. He was pretending to turn the page, "You should have drank more water before going to bed."

"Wufei please, I am begging you to stop shouting." Ayame pleaded, the squeezing on her head intensified.

The Chinese pilot held back his chuckle, "I'm talking normally, Ayame."

"Okay then, please stop talking." Ayame pushed herself away from the cheap wood and stumbled into their bathroom. Wufei covered his mouth with his hand, attempting to stifle his laughter. Ever since she woke up, two hours ago, Ayame has made nonstop trips to the bathroom. When she returned his face was his usual stoic expression.

"What happened to my bangs?"

"You cut them."

Ayame's jaw practically unhinged, "I did? Why in the hell would I do this?"

Wufei cocked an eyebrow, "Are you just now noticing that you cut your hair?"

"Leave me alone, everything is blurry. Did I say why I did this?" Ayame asked again, she played with the ends, pouting.

"You didn't say why." Wufei shrugged, "You just go up, grabbed the scissors and started cutting. Kira fought to get the scissors away from you and attempted to fix the damage you caused."

"Kira was here?" Ayame asked dumbly, "I don't remember that."

Wufei sighed and snapped his book shut, "He came to check up on you, he was worried."

"I didn't hurt him, did I?" Ayame plopped on her bed, a sudden motion that sent her head spinning.

"No you didn't hurt him. If I sensed that you were going to harm him, I would have stepped in." He focused on Ayame who was still fiddling with her bangs and rubbing her forehead. "It doesn't look bad, you know. You look more girlish…cuter."

Ayame's head snapped to the side to face him, "Cuter?"

Wufei quickly glared at her, "It'll help you fit in."

"I don't have an issue fitting in. I never have."

"Really? Not even when you were with the resistance in the north?" Wufei wondered.

"How do you think I became the leader?" Ayame retorted. "If you can't adapt to your surroundings, especially in a war, then you won't survive. That was the first thing I learned."

Wufei remained silent. He didn't know much about her past, actually he didn't know anything about her except her name and the Gundam she piloted. Other than that, she was a mystery.

"Speaking of fitting in." Ayame brought him out of his thoughts. "Have you heard from Quatre?"

Wufei shook his head, "No, but he did wire us some money to go get some supplies."

Ayame groaned, "Where's the fucking phone?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to call him. If he doesn't have the details about our mission by tomorrow, we're pulling out." Ayame had found the phone and was about to dial the safe house's number, but Wufei snatched it from her. "Give it back!"

"No. You have to listen to me." Wufei hid the phone behind his back and held Ayame at arm's length with the other.

"I don't have to do shit, you're not in charge." Ayame grabbed Wufei's wrist, twisted it until he was on the floor. Her foot was firmly planted in the middle of his back, keeping him in place. He had to admit, he didn't see that one coming. As soon as she dialed the number she stepped off Wufei and helped him up.

"He's going to get mad at you."

"I'm not afraid of Quatre." Ayame smiled smugly for a second, until it faded into a thin line. "I'm a little afraid of him."

"Hello?" Quatre's angelic voice rang in her ear, causing Ayame to wince.

"Hey Quat."

"Oh Ayame! Is everything alright? Did Wufei tell you about the money?" He asked cheerfully.

"Yea he did, but that's not why I'm calling." Ayame paused, "We need to know who the target is. I don't want to go in blind."

Quatre sighed, "I told Wufei that we would call you once we found something."

"And usually Heero finds something by now. I don't like this one bit Quatre, it's not like you to send us on a mission without all of the information." Ayame admitted.

"Are you and Wufei not getting along?"

"We're getting along fine…except the part where I knocked him on the ground to get the phone back, but other than that we're fine." Ayame replied.

"But other than that you two are doing well?"

Something was off. Quatre sounded way too calm, way too nice. He should have been threatening Ayame to stay there and to not call back unless there was an emergency. "Yes?"

"Good." God she could practically feel the intensity of his bright smile, "Just sit tight Ayame, we'll get you your information soon, okay?"

"Quatre?" Ayame caught him before he hung up, "This mission, it better be a real one. If it's not. There is no amount of sand that will keep you safe from my unforgiving wrath."

Quatre hung the phone up and turned towards the remaining pilots with a nervous sweat breaking out across his forehead. Duo was the first to notice his friend's lack of happy aura.

"You okay, Quat?" He asked, kicking his feet off the coffee table.

"It was Ayame." Quatre replied with shaky breath.

"She didn't kill Wufei, did she?" Heero asked, stopping his activity on his laptop to give the Sandrock pilot his full attention.

Quatre shook his head numbly, "No she didn't. But she might kill us if we don't give her something."

"You don't think she knows about our plan, do you?" Trowa asked, keeping his expression still, but deep down he was scared. He knew of Ayame's violent temper, but he's never seen it—he's only heard the stories from the others. She was not a person you wanted to piss off, many have been injured as the after effect and several have died. But those circumstances were different.

"So let's find her something to beat up." Duo said as he switched to his original position with his clothed feet propped on the table and arms behind his head. "Even if it's a loser OZ soldier in town."

"But sending them there just to go find one guy is a little extreme." Quatre added.

"So find a bunch of losers that have been up to no good and sick those two on them. It'll be better than them coming back her and beating us up." Duo said as he flipped through the channels.

"Duo you're brilliant." Quatre hugged the American pilot from behind.

"Duo and brilliant in the same sentence, that doesn't sound right." Trowa joked, in return the pilot glared at him with pouty lips. "Someone had to say it since Ayame Wufei aren't here."

Author's note: There is going to be hell to pay.