Silent Waltz     by Hikari-chan (Comet~Princess)

Disclaimer: *pats the poor soul who thinks I own Sailormoon or Gundam Wing*

AN: I´m VERY sorry that this took such a long time. April and May just don´t seem to be good school months. -_-;;; Plus, I had to run off and write a fifty page songfic that I don´t even know how many times I wished would end. -_-;;; Anywho, I´m hoping updates will be faster now that June´s here. Thanks so much for your patience. *bows*

Warnings: Wordy, action chapter, Mamoru is still a bastard. (As in OOC / Mamoru bashing.)

solarmistress14, Firefly Princess, MOG: I can´t wait either. =D I´m debating between placid and calm Kenji-papa, or mad Kenji-papa on the loose.

Hiasobi-chan: If Kenji-papa has a say in this, he´ll be around when Duo´s racing his wheelchair down the hall against Wufei. *ROFL*

Celestial DreamBlaze: Nope. I found it scribbled on a piece of paper in this one desk at school. And I´m not being sarcastic.

Hildi-chan: Would I do that to Duo? Don´t answer that. =P No, I´m not that evil.

I´ll leave whatever else I need to say at the bottom. Enjoy! (Hopefully. . . ^^;;;)

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Chapter 9 - Choice

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Usagi stepped silently into the next empty hallway. Funny. This place wasn´t as heavily guarded as she had thought. Walking slowly so that her boots made no sound on the tiled floor, she hugged the wall as she slipped underneath another camera.

She wondered if the guy who had captured her realized that she had escaped, which had been much easier than she had thought. She had merely pretended to have found an exit in the room, "accidentally" making a lot of sound. The two guards at her door had rushed in to stop her, which gave her enough time to knock both of them out, take the keys and guns, and run out into a surprisingly empty hallway.

She knew that if anyone ever found out about that escape plan, she would be in big trouble, with her parents, Minako, and most of all, with Heero. Her parents would no doubt scold her for trying anything that she wasn´t sure she could do. Minako might think it was neat for a moment, then she would frown and say that her cousin and best friend could have been hurt. And Heero. . .well, he would glare at her with that look of death that scared everyone except for her, and he would calmly remind her of that promise she made when she had begged him to teach her self-defense. She would feel guilty for days to come, and once she finally decided to confront him, he would tell her how she didn´t think before she acted, how she put her own life in danger, and how she could have died. Then, somewhere in there, his defenses would slip, and how much he needed her and loved her would come out in between the other stuff he was saying.

Usagi smiled unconsciously. She needed to hear that right now. She let out a soft sigh, wondering if the Preventers even knew where she was. God knows she had no clue.

Footsteps echoed heavily down the hallway, and the blond haired girl quickly slipped into the closest room, praying that there wouldn´t be a camera in there too. It wasn´t until she had shut the door that she realized she was in a closet of some sort. She put her ear to the door, listening for any signs of people.

Be alert and don´t ever let your guard down, she repeated to herself. One moment of carelessness could mean your life.

*Flashback*

"Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?" she asked, her innocent blue eyes shining with hope. "I´ll do anything you ask!"

The brown haired boy pulled away from her, his cold demeanor never faltering. Why she had decided to come to his small house everyday after school, he would never figure it out. He wasn´t nice, he wasn´t friendly, he wasn´t even talkative. In fact, it may as well be a rock that she was talking to.

Grabbing his laptop computer off the kitchen counter, he walked quickly into the living room, hoping she would take the hint. She didn´t. Following him like a child half her age, she plopped herself down next to him on the couch, watching his fingers fly over the keys. She didn´t understand what was on the screen, but she marveled at the way he could manipulate what was on the little piece of technology better than even her father.

"Can you teach me how to use a computer?" she asked suddenly out of the blue.

He paused just long enough to give her a funny look. "Most teenagers can use one," he stated tonelessly.

She sighed, putting her head on his shoulder. She didn´t notice the momentary start that he gave when he felt the intimate gesture. "I know," she whispered, wrinkling her nose. "But my dad thinks it´ll corrupt me. I can type, that´s about it. I can´t defend myself either. So if I suddenly get raped in a dark alleyway. . . ."

The corners of his lips twitched. That was a pretty poor attempt on her part if she was trying to give a subtle hint, but he had to give her credit for trying. He did, however, wonder why she wasn´t allowed to use something as common nowadays as a computer.

"Well?" she prompted, looking up at him with those huge, endless blue eyes again.

"Hn," he grunted, turning back to the screen of his laptop.

She scowled. "This is where you offer to teach me self-defense and how to use that," she replied, pointing to his laptop.

"No," he said again.

"Why not?" she demanded, frowning.

Instead of answering, he asked a question of his own, "Why do keep coming here?"

"Because you need company," she answered simply. "You´re lonely, and I´m free after school, so I´ll keep you company. Don´t you think you need a friend in your life?"

"I don´t deserve to have friends," he responded in monotone.

"Everyone deserves friends," she stated, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him.

"Not if you´ve killed thousands of people," he countered bitterly. "I´ve killed thousands of people. I don´t deserve other people´s compassion."

"Then why don´t you try making up for it instead?" she asked.

"By doing what?" he returned.

"Helping people," she replied. "It doesn´t exactly balance out, but if you help as many people as you´ve killed, then at least, you´ll have some peace of mind."

He remained silent after her simple suggestion. It was strange. She didn´t even know who he was, but she was willingly offering her friendship. She hadn´t spited him after finding out that he had been in the war and that he had killed thousands of people, innocent or not. She hadn´t judged him by the mask he put on, but instead, tried to look for the lost little boy underneath. It was true that he hadn´t interacted with many people in his life, but he already knew that she was one in a million.

"I suppose you would suggest that the first person I help is you," he commented, snapping his laptop shut and looking down at her.

She grinned at him. "Well, I was talking about something like volunteering, but your suggestion sounds good too," she said.

"Why do you want to learn?" he questioned. "The wars are over. There won´t be any need for you to fight."

"I´m not talking about war. I just want to protect the people who are important to me," she answered quietly. "I always need other people to look after me, but I don´t want my friends or my family to sacrifice themselves for me. I want to know how to protect myself."

He looked thoughtful for a minute, debating whether to teach this young, innocent creature what he knew. "Before we do anything, I want you to promise me two things," he stated firmly.

"Anything!" she replied eagerly.

"You will never, ever kill another person. You don´t want to know what it feels like to watch the blood flow from a person´s body, knowing it was because of you that they will never take another breath again," he said.

"Wow! That was the most you´ve ever spoken!" she exclaimed, receiving a death glare in return. She shrank back under the intense look. "Sorry, sorry. Okay, I promise."

"And, you won´t ever put your own life in danger. I´m not teaching you so you can sacrifice your own life."

She nodded. "Alright," she agreed. He continued to stare at her, making her shift uncomfortably. "So. . .when´s our first lesson?"

". . .Now," he replied, knocking her over from the couch onto the floor and pinning her underneath him.

"Ouch!" she cried out, wincing at the sudden pain shooting through her back. She glared up into his Prussian blue eyes. "You could have warned me!"

"Lesson one: Be alert at all times, no matter what. If this was a real battle, you would have died the second you started losing concentration," he instructed.

Don´t lose concentration, huh? She grinned impishly, a crazy, yet very tempting idea forming in her head. He narrowed his eyes, noticing her sudden change in mood.

She quickly pushed herself up onto her elbows, brushing his lips with hers very briefly. He gave a start, his eyes glazing over for half a second. She took the short amount of time to push him over, successfully getting him off her. He gave her a glare, ignoring the memory of her silky soft lips against his.

She smiled innocently. "Don´t lose concentration," she scolded him playfully before bursting into a fit of giggles.

*End Flashback*

Usagi waited until the sounds of the footsteps faded before opening the door very slightly, peering out of the crack to check for any signs of guards. She released the safety on the gun she had taken from the guards, bringing it in front of her. The entire hallway was silent. Whoever had walked this way before had left. She crept into the hallway again, looking both ways in order to figure out how to get out of this place.

"Well," she muttered softly to herself. Both directions looked exactly the same, and she had no way of knowing which way to go. Crouching down, she put the gun she had previously held onto the floor, giving it a quick spin.

The dark piece of metal spun like a mini windmill, slowing to a stop after a few revolutions. It pointed to the left.

Picking up the gun and looking around carefully again, Usagi walked quietly down the hall, occasionally checking behind her to see if anyone was following her.

After a few minutes, hushed whispers from around one of the corners reached her ears, and she pressed herself against the wall.

"What do you mean? Mr. Chiba is brilliant," came from one voice.

"Yea, but don´t you think it´s cruel to use a girl as bait?" came from the second voice.

Usagi frowned, crouching down and readying her gun. The voices were getting louder, and she could hear the footsteps approaching her.

"What other way is there?" the first voice asked. "We can´t exactly walk up to the Preventers and ask for what we want."

"That´s just it!" the second voice exclaimed. "I think it´s not just the Preventers Mr. Chiba is targeting."

"Well, it´s his plan," the first voice replied. "I´ll tell you this though. They´re going to be sorry that they just tossed us aside. . . .and those guards that let that girl escape are going to be sorry once they wake up!"

The two men laughed loudly as they rounded the corner. Neither were prepared when a loud shot ran out. The first man cried out, clutching his arm. The second man looked shocked for a moment before reaching for the gun around his belt. Usagi jumped up and did a quick spin kick to the man´s head. As soon as her feet touched the ground again, she quickly punched the man she had first shot, successfully knocking him out with the handle of her gun. Both men fell to the ground with a soft thumps, one of them with a bleeding arm.

Usagi stepped back, staring at the pool of red blood that was slowly forming around the man´s arm. She felt a shudder go through her, and for the first time since she had first learnt how to shoot with Heero, she realized just exactly what his words that first day had meant. She was merely watching an injured person, and she already felt guilty for shooting him. Heero had killed thousands of people this way, watching and knowing that they ceased to live because of him. She bit back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. There would be time to berate her own selfishness and lack of understanding after she got out of this place.

Bending down, she quickly checked the two men´s pulses, and was relieved to find that they were both alive. She ripped off some of the injured man´s black uniform, twisting it up to form a makeshift rope and tying it tightly just above the man´s injury. That should stop the blood flow, at least until he either woke up or someone found him.

Looking around again, she ran down the hall that the men had come from, hoping that this was the way to the exit. She never noticed the tall man with the midnight blue eyes who watched her run down the hallway. He smirked to himself, signaling the three men behind him to take care of the two injured soldiers.

Without turning around to make sure they were doing their job, he followed the way Usagi had gone, at a slower pace than she had.

"Interesting little rabbit," he said to himself. "I would be very disappointed in J´s Perfect Soldier if he forced me to kill you."

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It only took Heero three minutes to crack the security code on the entrance to the base, but it felt like three hours to the former pilot of Wing, who was used to cracking codes in under a minute. He growled as the door finally opened up.

As silently as possible for three former Gundam pilots and one former soldier, the group of four made their way down the empty hallways. Just before they rounded the first corner, Trowa signaled to his two partners from war to wait. He raised an eyebrow at them, silently asking if they thought it was weird that there hadn´t been any soldiers thus far.

Duo nodded, a frown forming on his usually cheery face. Heero, meanwhile, was examining one of the tiles on the floor, noting their colour patterns. He looked up at the other two, and pointed to the series of black tiles, which seemed to form a disjointed line.

Trowa followed the line with his eyes. The black tiles led down the hallway they were currently in and turned to the right at the next intersection of halls. He blinked at this.

Duo just stared, then hit Heero in the arm, pointing to the line and giving his best friend a questioning look, as though asking whether they should follow the subtle lead. The Prussian-blue eyed teen nodded. He knew that this was probably a trap set up by Mamoru, but without his laptop, he had no way of knowing which way to go, and they could end up really lost. Mamoru, meanwhile, could adjust his strategy depending on the path they chose to take anyway. This was his field they were playing on.

As this soundless exchange went on, Kenji merely stared at the three boys, half in frustration and half in fascination. He was frustrated because he had no idea what was going on, although he did pick up on the line of black tiles. However, he had no idea what the boys were saying, or implying, to each other. At the same time, he was fascinated that they could communicate so well without saying anything. Perhaps his daughter could be saved after all.

Kenji snapped out of his reverie when he felt Duo tap his shoulder. The braided boy pointed in the direction that Trowa and Heero had already taken off in, and Kenji quickly followed them, with Duo behind him. They rounded the corner to find two soldiers, who blinked in surprise before reaching for their guns. They had not heard any sounds and thought that there was no one approaching. Kenji didn´t even have enough time to blink as Trowa flipped behind one guard and knocked him unconscious with a chop to the back of his neck. Heero took out the other one with a punch to his stomach.

The Perfect Soldier signaled to them to follow him. He took out his gun, checking to make sure it was loaded. Trowa removed the silencer on his own gun and handed it to Heero, who nodded in understanding and thanks. Duo bent down to check the fallen guards´ bodies, taking the two guns on them. He tossed one to Kenji and checked the other one to make sure it was loaded. Kenji followed the braided boy´s lead, noting that the gun was a handgun, a kind that he hadn´t used since his training days.

Heero quickly looked around, and without waiting for the others, continued to run down the hallway, following the black tiles. Duo and Trowa, noticing this, quickly followed him.

Kenji brought up the rear, until Duo decided that it would be safer if the older man was in the middle. He fell back, an action that didn´t go unnoticed by the former soldier. Kenji wasn´t quite sure whether to be insulted or grateful. He had to hold back his temper, reminding himself that his daughter was still in danger, and that he shouldn´t yell. However, the way the braided boy was looking out for him made him feel like he was the youngling, the inexperienced one among them, and that offended him. However, he was grateful that someone was making sure he was alright, that he was keeping up, because he felt as though he really was the inexperienced one among them. The three boys he was with acted with much more experience than him, which made him wonder just what they had been through during the war. He made a mental note to question Duo after Usagi´s rescue. After all, if the boy was going to date his little niece, he was going to have to come clean with the secrets.

Kenji was shaken from his train of thoughts when he almost ran into Trowa´s back. He looked around him, and realized that he had no idea where he was anymore. He looked ahead to Heero, who had been leading them through the base so far. The Prussian blue-eyed teen had stopped running, and was instead examining a door to their right. Upon closer inspection, Kenji noticed that the line of black tiles ended abruptly where they were now standing.

Heero looked up at Duo, who grinned before taking the position his best friend was in before. Taking a lock pick out of his pockets, he went to work on the lock, which was surprisingly, not locked by an electronic code. The door opened mere seconds later, and both Heero and Duo rushed into the room with their guns pointed.

The small room was painted white, with a beige coloured carpet. It held a single bed, a wooden desk, and a dresser. A tiny window was located on the opposite wall from the bed, allowing enough light in to tell whether it was day or night.

There was no one in the room, and the former Gundam pilots slowly lowered their guns.

"There has to be something about this room," Duo muttered just loud enough for his three companions to hear. "They wouldn´t just lead us here for nothing."

"I´ll guard," Trowa volunteered, catching the silencer that Heero had automatically tossed to him once the words had left his mouth. "You search."

He walked to the door, his gun drawn, as the other three inspected the place. Duo searched near the window, then checked the drawers of the dressers. Finding nothing but dust, he looked up at Kenji, who had rummaged around the desk and inspected the walls. The older man shook his head, and the two turned to find Heero, who looked a little startled. Duo noticed that his best friend had lifted the covers off the bed, but he didn´t seem to be searching anymore.

"What did you find, Heero?" the braided boy asked.

"Usagi," Heero answered, turning to leave the room.

Duo blinked, while Kenji rushed over to the bed. "My daughter is not here," he stated plainly, gesturing to the empty bed.

Heero stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at them. "But she was," he countered.

"How would you know that?" Kenji asked, narrowing his eyes. He didn´t like any boy knowing more about his little Usagi than him.

"The pillow smells like her shampoo," the Perfect Soldier replied as though this was an everyday occurrence.

Kenji glared more, and Duo tried to hide his snickers. "Tell me something, how would you know that?" the braided one asked innocently, somehow managing not to grin until his face hurt.

This time, it was Duo who got the glare, courtesy of the Prussian blue-eyed boy. "Do you value your braid, Duo?" he asked, his voice dripping with ice.

Duo nodded, taking a few steps back. "I´ll be good," he promised quickly.

Heero gave a grunt and walked to the door, informing Trowa that Usagi had once been in the room.

"So what do we do now?" Trowa asked.

"I´m going down this way," Heero told them, pointing down the right of the hall. "The three of you go down the left."

"Split up?" Duo asked. "Is that a good idea?"

"We´ll cover more ground, and there´s a good possibility that we´ll find her faster," Trowa answered.

"Makes sense," Duo said, nodding his head, "but shouldn´t it be two and two? I´m not liking the idea of abandoning you, Heero."

The Perfect Soldier checked his gun again before replying. "The three of you can split up that way later," he responded. "I remember seeing a lot of forks when we were following the tiles. I´d suggest someone stay with Mr. Tsukino though."

"I´m not an inexperienced idiot!" Kenji fumed. The toneless way Heero said everything made him feel as though he was just an extra burden, and he didn´t like to be looked down on.

"No," Heero agreed, surprising the previously angry Kenji, "but it would be no use to us if you were captured. The three of us can´t be held for ransom, but you can."

"That´s right," Duo spoke up. "We have no one, but you have a family waiting for you. Minako, Usagi, and not to mention Mrs. Tsukino would be devastated."

The fire that was originally in Kenji died. They were right. He couldn´t die here. He looked at them curiously again. Just what did they mean by not having anyone? He forced the thought aside, instead focusing on the task at hand. He nodded to the three boys. "I´ll cooperate for now," he stated, temporarily pushing the fact that Heero had recognized Usagi´s shampoo out of his mind.

Heero gave the three of them a nod before disappearing down the hallway, his gun held steadily in his hand.

Trowa gave Duo and Kenji a nod before he took the lead, heading down the other side of the shockingly empty hallway.

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Usagi frowned as she knocked out another soldier with a punch to the stomach. As the man dropped to the floor with a heavy thump, she paused in her search for the exit to rub her sore knuckles. A punching bag was different from a man. This much, she´s learnt in the past twenty minutes. She just hoped she would get out of here before she needed to resort to her gun.

She continued down the hall, shooting a camera along the way. She really wondered if this was a trap now. She had disabled more than one camera and knocked out about twenty guards, but no one came after her. She hadn´t exactly been soundless either. Just destroying one camera made a loud bang from the gun and continuous sizzling from the broken wires.

Usagi shook her head, forcing herself to focus on what was ahead of her. She noticed that there were no more guards, and that the hall was straight, with no more turns. At the end of the hall, a huge set of double doors, locked by electronic codes, peered down at her. She bit her lips, looking behind her once more before beginning to work on the code on the door.

The continuous beeping each time she pressed a button made her nervous, but still, she could not hear any footsteps or talking.

A little more than fifteen minutes later, the doors let out a hiss, slowly opening to reveal a room the size of an auditorium. The ceiling was very high, allowing the blond-haired girl to see the second, and even the third level. To her left, an enormous screen showed a three-dimensional map of the Earth and the colonies. In the center of the room, multiple computer terminals stood, all their monitors turned on. What she could see of the second and third floor through the glass walls and railings also revealed computer terminals and mainframes.

Usagi´s eyes widened. This was the control room of the base, not the exit! She had been going deeper and deeper into the building without knowing it. She quickly whirled around to leave, but the way she had come in was blocked. . .by none other than the black-haired man who she had previously fought against.

"Impressive, Usagi," he spoke up, smirking at her. "Twelve cameras and twenty-three of my men down, and not a scratch on yourself. I´m awed with J´s Perfect Soldier."

"What do you want?" Usagi spat out, taking a few steps away from him.

He stepped forward, watching in amusement as she took a step back for every step he took towards her. She stopped once she felt her hip bump into the desk behind her. She tried not to panic as he continued forward.

He stopped a few feet in front of her. That was when she heard the sound of two hissing doors opening, one behind her, and one opposite the three-dimensional map.

The man in front of her reached for the gun he kept at his waist. "Perfect timing," he muttered.

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Duo didn´t know how long they had run, or how many soldiers they had injured. Memories of the Eve Wars haunted all three of them, and the unspoken agreement not to kill lingered in the air. Although Kenji had been tempted to just shoot the bastard who kidnapped his daughter more than once, he realized that many of the soldiers here were more valuable alive.

Directions to his daughter´s whereabouts came when the cowardly soldiers were injured. Of course, they were all knocked unconscious after the information came out as well. They couldn´t have someone reporting their progress to the leader here.

Soon, Duo and Kenji spotted Trowa up ahead of them, inspecting an electronic pad at a large set of white doors. The three had split up earlier, but it looked as though their paths lead them to the same place.

"Got it yet?" Duo asked his friend, coming up to inspect the code.

Trowa nodded wordlessly, glancing behind him and down the hall.

"Should we wait?" Duo questioned, looking the same way that Trowa was.

"No," came the reply from the former pilot of Heavyarms. "He wouldn´t have suggested we separated if he wanted us to wait for him."

Duo nodded. He turned to Kenji. "Last chance to leave," he joked, trying to lighten up the mood. "I have a feeling it won´t be that easy to turn back after these palatial doors."

"I didn´t come this far to turn around," the older man replied, managing to a small smile. He had to admit that the braided boy was much more reliable that he had first thought. Although Kenji had been a soldier during the war, his reflexes and his instincts were not as sharp as those of the ex-Gundam pilots. On their way to these doors, Duo had saved him a few times, usually because Kenji himself was too busy with the enemy in front of him to notice the enemy behind him. This left Kenji wondering once again about the five boys, but as he had reminded himself earlier, he could interrogate them later.

"Alright, here we go," Duo muttered as he readied his gun and signaled to Trowa to open the door.

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This is definitely a trap, he thought grimly to himself as he ran down the hallway. Dodge left, jump right, duck, punch out another guard, shoot a camera. The motions were fluid and automatic; he was snapping back into the mode Dr. J had trained him to be. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to refrain from killing anyone. He had promised himself that he wouldn´t kill again at the end of the Mariemeia incident.

"Trap" ran in his head again and again. For such a large base, there weren´t enough guards. Plus, the places where they appeared conveniently told him which way to turn next. He had first noticed this after a couple of intersections, but that didn´t stop him from going.

Why? Because he had decided that it made no difference whether it was a trap or not. He would confront Mamoru no matter what.

Reaching a large set of doors at the end of an empty hallway, he shot a look behind him before getting to work on the code. He was slightly surprised that it was solved in thirty seconds. His eyes narrowed as the door hissed open, and he automatically readied his gun, as a precaution if for nothing else.

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Usagi barely had any time to react as the black haired man ran forward with shocking speed and made a grab for her. She jumped out of the way of his right hand, and immediately realized her mistake. However, it was too late to change her actions. His left hand grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, his right arm going around her neck, effectively preventing her from escaping.

She took a sharp intake of breath when she realized that his right hand was also holding a gun to her temple. Out of the door that she was facing stepped Duo, Trowa, and her father. Usagi´s eyes widened. What was her father doing here? Wasn´t he still on the colony?

The man behind her swung her around in a semi-circle, and she was aware of a few dozen men behind them now pointing their rifles at the trio.

"Just in time, aren´t we?" the man holding her said to the person who just stepped through the second doorway.

The Prussian blue-eyed teen scowled at them, his gun pointed perfectly at the black-haired man´s forehead. "Release her, Mamoru," he stated icily. "She has nothing to do with this."

"Doesn´t she, Perfect Soldier?" Mamoru replied with a slight smirk. Another dozen of men stepped up in front of him, their rifle pointing at the former pilot of Wing Gundam.

"Gun, now," Mamoru commanded in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Heero looked around the control room, judging his current position. Not only were they greatly outnumbered, but Usagi was being held at gunpoint. He couldn´t risk anything. He glanced up briefly into her blue eyes, and was surprised to see the trust and determination in them. She didn´t offer an answer, but she was giving him her approval for whatever decision he chose to make.

Wordlessly, he dropped his gun to the ground, lowering his hands to his sides and glaring at Mamoru. "What do you want?" he bit out.

"I´m sure you know," Mamoru answered with a smirk.

Duo, Trowa, and Kenji all looked on silently. It seemed as though whatever was happening didn´t involve them at all. However, their interference was unwelcome.

"But just in case it slipped your mind," Mamoru continued sarcastically, "I´ll remind you."

He pushed the gun he held harder against Usagi´s temple, releasing the safety and making Usagi´s eyes widen in a mixture of shock and fear.

"Heero Yuy, I´m offering you a choice. The cannon plans for this girl. In other words, take your pick. The world you´ve devoted your life to save and protect. . .or the woman you love."

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End of Chapter 9.

AN: Wouldn´t you just kill me if I said this was the end of the story? =D Please REVIEW and I´ll try my best to get the next chapter out soon (like within the next 2 weeks. ^^)