Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Destructional Assassins ❯ Finding jobs, tears, anger, and gay choreographers/managers...Part 1 ( Chapter 8 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER! LONG, BUT IMPORTANT!

Wow! I'm on my 8th chapter, isn't this great? I didn't think it was possible for me to get the chapters out so fast, but here it is! Oh yeah, notes on my other stories, I feel like working on this piece of work first, and then when this story is done, I'm going to work on In Remembrance Of Me and Where To Turn. Then, I'm going to do a sequel for this story! Yup! I have the entire idea all figured out, and it's gonna rock! Um…there will probably be 10 chapters for this story, I know I changed it, but unless I have a new idea, then it's gonna be it. The main deal is this chapter will be a bridge between the concert and the 7th chapter. The 10th chapter will be like summing everything up. So, happy?

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. If I did, I would be actually making my crossovers come to life…but instead I'm a girl in 9th grade…(My boyfriend is getting jealous that I'm spending so much time writing and not spending time with him…but hey! He's in Florida! So there…)

Destructional Assassins-Chapter 8-A.K.A-Finding jobs, tears, anger, and gay choreographers/managers…

Weeks after the girls had left; Hotaru gradually became less worried, now certain that they were going to be alright. A letter had come for her in the mail, courtesy of Heero. Inclosed had been a picture of the gang, minus Heero, for he was the one taking the picture. The group was crowded around the television, which was showing a movie. Minako and Quarte were making out in the corner, as was Setsuna and Trowa. Duo and Wufei were in the middle of a popcorn fight, and Usagi and Rei were trying hard to calm them down. Lipstick on both Duo's and Wufei's lips made apparent that Usagi and Rei had been giving them a little relaxing time as well. Looking at the bottom left corner, she noticed Heero's writing and read, "Wish you were here, love, Heero."

Before Hotaru could further ponder his writings, her cell phone rang, breaking her concentration. Hardening her face, she answered it, in the best monotone she could create…which was very convincing.

"Destruction Here. What do you want?" Pete, the boss was on the phone. "Why, hello, Destruction…or should I say Time? I have a new mission for you." Setsuna had told Hotaru that Pete was the big boss…the one who gave her their job. Since Setsuna was gone, Hotaru had to play along with her lie, that being that Setsuna never existed in the first place. Listening carefully, he continued.

"There is a man by the name of Blake Johnstone. I need him dead. You will find him as a new model for the Picture Perfect Company, or the PPC. You are to be undercover as a model as well, so you will need to hold a second job. I need him dead by the end of the month. I do not care how you kill him. That is all."

The sound of the phone clicking made clear that the conversation was over. Hotaru walked up the stairs and began searching through her hair dyes and color contacts. Finally finding a package of black hair dye and green color contacts, she decided that she was ready to go. (A/N: The hair dye will be temporary and if you haven't noticed, having green eyes and black hair is a very interesting combo, lol.) Fitting herself into a pair of white short shorts and sandals, she decided on a green halter-top and a blue jean jacket. Tying her long hair in a loose ponytail, she walked out the door to the garage.

She picked up her portfolio from Jacob's house, as it was her contact point. Pete had never actually physically contacted Hotaru, it had always been Jacob's father. Reading over her new personality, she mentally groaned…she was supposed to be another Minako. Rolling her eyes, she entered the PPC studio.

"Hi there! May I help you?" Asked a pretty secretary. Smiling sweetly, she answered, "Yes, please! I believe my agent called already. I am here for the modeling opening interview." The blonde secretary nodded and said, "Perfect! We were waiting for you to come! Please, have a seat. I'll inform him that you're here. By the way, I love your hair, what conditioner do you use?" she added. Making up a company, Hotaru answered, and then sat in the black leather chair. Moments later, the choreographer/manager arrived. Spending a few minutes looking at her portfolio, he looked up. "Please stand up, dear." Nodding, she stood up, glad that what she wore flaunted her long legs and her fit body. The manager smiled saying, "This is what we want. Jackie," he said to the secretary, "this is what we are looking for. If you see another person like her, hire her immediately!" Knowing by the way that the manager gestured his arms and by the way he was talking, Hotaru knew that he wasn't straight. Taking off her jacket and flipping it over her shoulder, she started to "glide" over to where the manager and Jackie were standing. Immediately, the manager burst into happy giggles and rapid applause. "I knew it from the moment that I saw you that you would not let me down!" He praised. Nervously smiling and trying to keep her act up, she nodded her head. Within ten minutes, she had her entire contract signed…not that she needed to have it anyway.

"Bridget Stone, please follow me to meet your photo partner, Blake Johnstone. He is new as well." Widening her eyes, she was pleased that she could meet her "victim" immediately.

Heero received a call that there might be a possible assassination of a man who was the heir to a large fortune. Wondering why the guy would want to be a model, Heero accepted the protection mission. The deal was that he had to impersonate the model and try to apprehend the assassin…not that hard, he thought. He ran a hand through his brown hair, now highlighted with blonde streaks for the job, and waited. Clearly not comfortable in the same room with the manager, he was glad when "Richie", as he called himself, left the room to meet another model.

As the duo walked towards the room, the manager introduced himself to "Bridget Stone." "Oh, by the way, I am Richard Cunningham, but you can call me Richie. I am also the man who will photograph you for the ads, the one who decides your wardrobe, and the one who decides your fate as being a model." Raising an eyebrow, Hotaru cursed Pete in her mind for making her do this.

"Blake, I would like you to meet your new partner, Bridget Stone. Bridget, this is Blake Johnstone." Hotaru checked out the guy she was supposed to assassin. Looking into his prussian blue eyes, and smelling the familiar cologne, she recognized his true identity. Judging by his actions, he hadn't figured out whom she really was…no matter. She needed to find where the real Blake Johnstone was. Seeing Richie flirt with Heero, she tried to stifle a laugh, so she excused herself.

Coming back to the room once she had "laughed herself out," Hotaru noticed that Richie had a few outfits hanging on the chairs. Walking up to them, she fingered the material, and figured that it was for a beach scene. "Ah, Bridget, you decided to come back!" Giving a dazzling smile to Richie, he forgave her in that instant, for he said, "Yes, you have erased all my doubts when you smiled. You are gonna make me rich!" Handing her several hangers of bikinis, he told her to show up in her favorite one on the set in five minutes. She ran to the bathroom, as she didn't have a dressing room yet, and slipped on the black string bikini. All others had been merely pieces of cloth that resembled a bathing suit. Walking to the set, she saw sand on the floor, in front of a green screen. "Figures." She thought. Not affected by the cold temperature, she walked to where Richie was standing and waited. Pretty soon, Richie spotted her and noted, "That bikini looks good on you! If this sells, then you can keep it!" Forcing herself to thank him, she listened as he started commenting on "Blake."

"As you can see, his dark blue swimming trunks bring out the color of his beautiful eyes. His yummy (A/N: lol) abs and his blonde streaked hair give him the `surfer look,' don't you think?" Knowing that he wanted her to agree with him, she hesitantly nodded…very slowly.

"Okay, enough talk everyone, let's start shooting!" The lights came on Hotaru blinked away the circles that she saw. Richie handed her a pair of sunglasses and added, "This photo is for Calvin Klein. Just sit over there like you're tanning." He motioned towards the middle of the pile of sand. As he started shooting away, Heero looked on in amusement. "There is something familiar about her…but I don't know why…" he thought.

Richie soon added Heero in the picture, saying, "Blake, here is a blue surfboard to match your blue trunks! Stand off towards the right, as if you're looking at Bridget. That's it! Now, balance the surfboard with one arm, and here are some sunglasses! Put them on! Yes yes! Now, lift them slightly forward as if you're checking her out! PERFECT! Hold still everyone!" This continued for a few more minutes. Deciding that Bridget should have ruby red lips, he called the makeup people. They used a sponge and dusted glitter on her body as well. Richie walked over to Heero and started spraying him with water, explaining, "So that it looks like you've just come from surfing." After a few more shots, he decided to change the pose.

"Alright, Blake! I need you to walk by Bridget and sit next to her. Yeah, get real close! Bridget, sit up and lean slightly towards him, that's it! Now, prop your knees up and tilt them towards him as well. Blake, I need you to put both of your arms around her waist. No, not like that! Move your right arm lower! NO! The other left arm!" (A/N: In modeling, there are "four" arms. Your right arm, the photographer's right arm, your left arm, and your photographer's left arm…got it?) "Now Bridget, tilt your head towards Blake's, as if you're gonna kiss him, but then turn your head to look at the camera, as if you're caught. Part your lips! GOOD! HOLD STILL!" As Richie was rambling, Hotaru softly muttered, "Baka." Even though it was very quiet, Heero heard her, as he was right next to her. Recognizing the voice as Hotaru's he then tried to figure out if it was really her or not. Then, he figured that she wouldn't have dyed her hair for this job. (A/N: STUPID! In another words, Heero doesn't think that she is really Hotaru.)

"WARDROBE!" Richie cried loudly, signaling for the blinding white light to shut off. Eyes readjusting to the dim light, Hotaru blinked while several crew-members helped her up and lead her to the wardrobe room. Looking back, she saw Heero doing the same.

"Hey, Bridget! I'm Faith, your wardrobe designer! Richie already told me what he's looking for, so I have it all laid out! Here it is!" Hotaru took the white bathing suit and headed once more to the bathrooms. Taking a look at herself in the mirror when she was done, she scowled. It tied at her neck, and then the material was completely at her front, leaving nothing showing at her back. Then, the fabric wrapped around her waist, and then formed the bottom. Now walking out in the back-less bathing suit, she plastered on another fake smile and greeted Richie.

"ALL RIGHT PEOPLES! THIS IS FOR A MEN'S COLOGNE COMPANY!" He shouted. When people quieted down, he motioned for Heero and Hotaru to enter the water. Slightly sniffing, she said, "You're not wearing that cologne…" Shrugging, Heero answered, "Doesn't matter, I guess." (A/N: Heero's acting normal! Yay! Actually, he's doing an acting job cause he's on the mission. Hotaru is also doing an acting job because she doesn't want to give away her identity.

"Blake I need you to face the camera, and I need Bridget to turn her back! Now, wade into the water until the water covers her waist. Let your hair down, Bridget! Blake, put one arm around her waist, and put the other arm around her back, and pull her in tight." Liking the effect, Richie signaled for the electricians. Suddenly, small waves started to form in the pool and Hotaru cocked an eyebrow.

"Blake and Bridget! Act like this is actually happening in real life! I'm trying to create the illusion that Bridget is unclothed because of Blake's cologne! SELL THE ILLUSION!" Shaking her head at Richie's perverted mind, she walked in closer. "The sooner he's happy, the sooner we can leave." She whispered to Heero. Nodding, he pulled her in tighter. Sounds of glee filled the room as Richie started to go crazy with the camera, taking pictures rapidly.

"BRAKE!" He shouted. Instantly, a towel was draped around Hotaru's shoulder and she was lead to the showers, where her clothes were already waiting. Rinsing off the glitter, she finished washing and dried herself. After slipping into her clothes, she walked out where the lobby was. There were several tables filled with food, but Hotaru ignored them and got some orange juice. Jackie and Faith walked over to her, engaging her in a conversation that she would rather not be part of.

"Don't you think that Blake is a total hottie?" questioned the blonde secretary.

"DEFINATLY! He's so yummy! Did you see his muscles?!" squealed Faith.

"…Yes…it really turns me on…yeah…" Hotaru stuttered…trying to find words to say.

Jackie looked at her weird, but then continued, "I wanna ask him out to Lunch, that is if Richie hasn't asked him first. Do you think he's straight?"

The brunette wardrobe coordinator thought for a moment, and then answered, "If he is, that's great! If he isn't, then I guess we'll have to add him to the list." Hotaru's eyes snapped towards Faith. "What list?" She inquired. Jackie laughed loudly until she decided to answer. "We make a list of all the hot guys who work for the PPC. There are two columns, one for straight guys, and one for the others, like Richie. At the end of each month, we throw a huge part and invite all they guys from the straight list."

Understanding, Hotaru nodded and sipped her orange juice. Looking at her watch, she exclaimed, "It's lunch time!" Checking their own watches, Faith and Jackie agreed. "Come on, everyone leaves for lunch, whether it's during a break or a shoot." Hotaru grabbed her jacket and started heading towards the door. When she reached for the handle, it suddenly opened, and she stumbled back.

"Excuse me." Came the a deep voice. Looking up, she looked into his blue eyes and highlighted brown hair. "It's okay. Who are you?" The man looked nervous, but then his eyes darted behind her. "Hey Blake!" He exclaimed. Turning around, she faced Heero. Looking between the two, she raised an eyebrow. Coming up with a plan, she asked him, "If you tell me your name then I'll let you take me to lunch…if you want." She offered. She could see that he was torn. Heero stepped in and said, "Make it a double, I'm coming." Faith ran up and exclaimed, "Then I'm coming too!" Shaking her head, she smiled and glanced at the guy. "So…what's your name?" Heero answered, "His name is John Stone." Thinking of the pun that Heero used, Hotaru smirked in her mind. Faith gasped and asked, "Are you two related? Like, long lost cousins…cause you have the same last name!" Lightly blushing, "John" answered, "I hope not."

"So tell me, John, what do you do?" Hotaru inquired, stressing heavily on his name. Seeing that Heero's eyes narrowed slightly, she grinned. She might actually have a little fun! "Well…I'm…I'm a president of a company." Faith turned her attention from ogling at Heero, to flirting with John. "She's such a gold digger…" Hotaru thought. Meanwhile, Heero was having a mind conversation with Trowa…

<TROWA!>

<I'm eating Lunch with Blake…why did you let him come?>

<Trowa?>

<Yes?>

<Right. Well, I'm going to take Setsuna to eat Lunch. Talk to you later.>

<Later.>

***Next day***

Hotaru found herself dressed in a silky prom gown, and Heero was wearing a tux. Richie was describing the scene.

"Okay, this is prom night. Bridget and Blake are not dates, but they want to dance. So, Bridget, act shy, and Blake, walk towards her with your hand held out. Good! Tilt your head to the left, as if you're sneaking a glance at him, Bridget. Blake, fan out! Bridget, place your right foot a bit behind your left foot. PERFECT! HOLD!" Hotaru then froze, with the fake shy smile on her face. Once he had enough, Hotaru relaxed, growling softly. The moment that the mission was over, she was going to get as far away as the PPC that she could. Hotaru walked back to change. Halfway there, Richie let out a small scream.

"Uh oh…he has an idea." She thought. During the short time that she had been working, she had easily learned that whenever Richie let out the scream, a new idea had hit him, and he wanted to sign up a new contract. Walking forward to meet Richie, she asked, "What is it this time?" Giggling, Richie replied, "I just got an idea for the Rampage ad that they were begging me to make! Take a 1 hour break and then meet me back here." Hotaru sighed. Rampage was known for their…revealing…clothes. Slowly changing out, she walked towards the lobby and met with Faith and Jackie. Jackie was a bit of a flake, while Faith seemed to have at least common sense (A/N: I AM NOT DESCRIMINATING AGAINST BLONDES! I just have a friend name Jackie that she is modeled after, and she is kind of a ditz…) Faith was gushing out gossip to Jackie, who missed their Lunch "double date" with Heero and the real Blake. Jackie was giggling excitedly and her eyes were shining with giddiness. Rolling her eyes slightly, Hotaru stood up and got some more orange juice. There was simply nothing else she could do. Other than finding a way to meet Blake again, she couldn't really kill him. She started to walk back towards the group, but Heero called out to her.

"Bridget, could I talk to you for a second?" Heero asked. Turning around, Hotaru answered, "Sure, Blake. What is it?" Walking closer, she whispered, "What's the matter Heero?" Shocked, Heero subconsciously reached for his gun. "Hn. So you know who I am," was his reply. Hotaru smiled mysteriously and then walked back, knowing that Heero had gotten his answer…she was not who she said she was.

***Back at the mansion***

Her cell phone rang. Getting up from her sofa, Hotaru reached for the purple Nokia. "Destruction here." She stated flatly, in that normal cold voice. "New Plans, Time." It was evident that Pete was used to calling Time, so he didn't even bother changing his habits. "Blake is in hiding, so there is no way of getting to him, but I'm sure that you knew that already." "Of course," was his reply. Listening to her directions, she hung up after she was done. Frowning, she went up to her closet to check on her formal gowns…she would have to attend the company party.

***The next day (again)***

"I want to try the more club-ish look. I presented the data file to the Rampage editors, and they didn't like it so much. Faith, get out the clothes. Raising an eyebrow, Hotaru decided that what she wore was actually acceptable and not completely slutty. She wore a pair of tight black leather flared pants that were low cut, leaving them hugging her hips. She wore a red tube tope that cut off, showing her belly button. On top of the top, she wore a black leather jacket with open toed high heels. Glancing at Heero, she noticed that he was leather clad as well. The moment that they walked up to the green screen, Richie shook his head.

"I don't like it…try something different."

Rolling her eyes, she muttered to Faith, "He doesn't like it that I'm actually covered for once…or that Blake isn't showing his abs." Faith stifled a laugh as she handed Hotaru her new outfit. Coming out in a tight black leather mini skirt and no jacket with the same top, she now wore high platform shoes that laced around her ankle. Faith handed her a package of bracelets, rings, necklaces, and earrings, telling her to pick out a few. Minutes later, Hotaru wore a silver anklet, black bracelets, a red satin choker (Think Sailor Mars), a silver ring, and dangly red and black earrings. Faith quickly braided the top half of her hair, and let the rest hang down.

"I LIKE IT, BLAKE!" Richie yelled. Hotaru shot a look at Faith who couldn't help but turn away in laughter. Heero was still wearing black leather pants, but he wore just a leather jacket unzipped, with nothing else inside…showing his abs, just what Hotaru predicted. As if on cue, the other models came in, but they were dressed differently. Each person had his or her hair sprayed white. The guys' hair was slicked back, while the girl's were pulled back in a tight bun. They wore gray old-fashioned ball dresses, and stood behind the duo, or as Richie called them, the BBs. (BB= Blake and Bridget) After selling the cologne add, they had suddenly become his favorite models, and promptly gave them a raise.

"OKAY! This scene is at a old ball. I want the other models to pretend to be waltzing. BBs, I need you to be dancing to modern music with drums and the whole enchilada. Just to give you some ideas, I'll let you listen and `dance' to the music while I'm taking the pictures."

"May I have this dance?" Heero jokingly asked. Surprised, Hotaru looked at him carefully. "You've changed." She noted. Heero's face became grim. "I haven't changed at all. It's just that my emotions and feelings were suppressed, as you probably already know. My friends are helping me become more human." Hotaru nodded. Hearing no clicks of the camera, she bit her tongue from talking more as she concentrated for making picture perfect movements and photo opportunities.

"That's good! Now I want a slow song!" Richie commanded. Hotaru wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her towards him by the waist. Swaying slightly from the music, they listened as the clicks of a camera were going on at a steady beat.

"So who are you anyway?" Heero asked. Placing her cheek on his shoulder and turning her head to face his, she whispered, "It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not going to kill you." Heero slightly nodded, showing that he agreed. Both were careful about their actions, for they both knew that Richie would make them stay after for talking during a shoot.

Changing out, Hotaru took out her color contacts and slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses, to cover her eyes. She passed by Heero, who briefly nodded to her, and then she walked out the door, wanting to see Jacob.

The little boy looked out the peephole, and when he saw Hotaru, he opened the door quickly. "Where is Bunny?" Jacob asked. Knowing that Usagi was Jacob's favorite sister; she naturally understood why he wanted to know where she was. Nodding sadly, Hotaru explained, "I was the only one who could make it, today. Would you like to get some ice cream?"

***Meanwhile at the pilot's mansion***

Heero entered the room and slammed the door behind him. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. "I talked to the assassin today." With a knowing look, Trowa walked over, with Setsuna following closely. Heero continued. "I know that it can't possibly be Hotaru, but I just can't get her out of my mind! She seems so familiar." Trowa thought for a second and then asked, "Why isn't it Hotaru?" Heero answered, "Her hair and eyes are a different color, and I'm sure that it isn't a wig." Setsuna sighed inwardly. "Heero, we have a large supply of hair dye and color contacts at the old mansion. If we ran out, Hotaru could always make some more." Raising an eyebrow, Heero asked her, "So it might be Hotaru?" Setsuna sensed hope in his voice. "How sweet." She thought. Shrugging, she replied, "There is only one way to find out if she really is the assassin. Let's go to the mansion!" Calling Usagi and Duo to come as well, they left in Setsuna's black convertible. (A/N: Minako and Rei are on a double date with Quarte and Wufei, FYI)

Usagi rummaged around Hotaru's large bathroom. Surprisingly, their own rooms were kept clean and well dusted. Triumphant, Usagi pulled out several empty bottles of hair dye and the empty contact case for the color contacts. Handing them to Heero, she walked over to where Setsuna was, observing the picture frames. Inside each frame, were pictures and a small captions. Setsuna walked over to the last one, and then motioned Usagi to look at it. Heero peered over their shoulder and saw the picture that he took and mailed to Hotaru. Reading over the caption, he grew confused. It was titled, "Mission accomplished…at last!" Asking Setsuna his question, she answered, "Hotaru meant that her true mission was to try to make up happy…and to do that, she tried to get everyone together again. She's such a nice person."

Hotaru walked back to the mansion after taking Jacob back to his house. Seeing the car that was in front of her house, she turned into a dove and flew into her room, where the window was hanging open. Once she was inside, a lioness took her place. Sheathing her claws, she growled, "Show yourself." Setsuna ran out of the bathroom and hugged Hotaru tightly. "Hotaru!" She exclaimed. Usagi promptly ran out as well and joined the hug. Out of the bathroom, Heero, Trowa, and Duo walked out as well. Finally getting out of the hug, Hotaru questioned, "What are you doing here?" Setsuna sat on her bed and asked, "Have you been doing any missions?" The lioness dropped her head. "You know I have to." Came her quiet reply. Duo whispered to Usagi, "What does she mean? From what you told me, you all have enough money to go into retirement right now!" Hearing the loud whisper, Setsuna answered, "She needs to keep working so that the boss doesn't get suspicious. According to him, if you don't accept a mission, you're a traitor because you have turned to the `good' side, and you must be killed. Hotaru has to keep working so that we won't be killed. When the men come here, they'll see many bedrooms and they'll know that we actually do exist. They'll come looking for us…and with Hotaru gone, we don't stand a chance at hiding."

Sitting down and leaning against Setsuna, Hotaru finally let the tears fall. "I really don't want to…I really don't…but I can't not kill." She cried. Setsuna put a comforting arm around the lioness and continued to soothe her. "I'm so sick of killing. I…I need a hologram." Lifting up and eyebrow, Setsuna replied, "Holograms won't work, Hotaru. Even if the DNA testing is accurate, and even if everything is believable, Pete isn't stupid. You can't fake suicide. He knows that you don't want to kill. He's keeping an eye on you, Hotaru. You have to watch out." Nodding, Hotaru shook her head. As she turned, she noticed Usagi looking at a picture of Jacob. "He misses you, Usagi. I just got back from talking to him…he misses his sisters." Usagi agreed, saying, "I miss him too." A small noise brought Hotaru's senses on full alert. Bolting upright, she ran to her bathroom, shutting the door with her tail as she searched for her body suit. When she de-transformed and got into the black suit, she took a quick glance at the mirror. Glad that her hair dye was made so that it would leave once she transformed, she opened the bathroom door and stepped back out to the bedroom. She ran towards the hidden panel in the wall and got it open. Pulling out a gun, she placed a few hair clips in place. "Stay here. Intruder downstairs." She said, cryptically. Setsuna and Usagi both nodded, before dragging the three boys to the closet. Once inside, Setsuna pressed the hidden button and a pair of stairs appeared. Running down, they hid in the cellar, unseen, and undetected in the room. The two girls ran to the end of the room and opened a hatch. Stepping out into sunlight, they ushered the boys to quickly follow. Sneaking around the back of the mansion, they reached the car. Jumping in and turning the key, they sped off, leaving Hotaru to finish. "Aren't you afraid of bombs?" Duo questioned. Usagi shook her head no. "We have an anti everything in this car. Even if there was a bomb, it couldn't go off."

***At the studio the next day***

(A/N: Don't worry, Hotaru is safe and she killed the spy, BTW)

"Bridget!" Heero called. Hotaru looked at Heero. "Yes?" she asked. Making sure that no one was around he said, "Hotaru, would you like to be my date for the end of the month party?" Looking confused, she replied, "My name is Bridget." Heero sighed and tried again. "Listen, you don't have to pretend. I know who you are! So, will you be my date?" Still playing dumb, Hotaru replied tartly, "Listen, Heero, my name is Bridget. My code name is also Bridget. I am not this Hotaru that you speak of." Hotaru glared at Heero, hoping that he would leave her alone. Heero had a look of defeat clearly imprinted on his face. Looking up, he shocked Hotaru by showing despair and pleading in the cold eyes. "Please, Bridget. Do you know an assassin named Hotaru?" Smiling, she answered, "Yes, we both work for Pete. We report only to him, no one else has that privilege." Inside, her heart was aching, wishing to be with Heero. She was going to get hurt anyway…so why bother trying to make it work? She reasoned. Heero went through the rest of the photo shoot not talking to her, as he now believed that she wasn't Hotaru. Unknowingly, he was breaking her heart, making her feel like a complete failure. As she stared into the mirror, she looked into her eyes. "Why do I feel like this? I'm not supposed to…" she whispered quietly.

Reaching home, she quickly changed and got rid of her black hair and green eyes. Making herself a cup of hot chocolate, she stared out the backyard, and watched real birds flying around, enjoying the weather. A doorbell broke the silent atmosphere, and she pulled out a gun from the drawer. Walking up to the door, she opened it, gun ready. Seeing Heero and the gang, she backed off, letting them in. After saying hi to Minako and Rei, Hotaru walked to the kitchen to prepare Quarte's favorite tea. Heero followed her.

(A/N: I added some Romance/anguish…depending on how you look at it…read this very slowly and don't rush otherwise you'll ruin the atmosphere!)

"Will you not talk to me?" He asked, leaning against the counter. Hotaru sighed and continued boiling the water. The sound of Heero's footsteps drew closer, and Hotaru closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her neck.

"Heero?" she asked.

"Hm?"

"You know that I can't be with you."

Heero turned her around. Kissing her lightly on her cheek, he kept his face close to her's, replying, "I don't care. I don't care at all." Hotaru was about to protest, but Heero silenced her with their first kiss on the lips. He brought his arms around her waist and brought her closer, deepening the kiss. Letting it linger on, for a split second, Hotaru felt like everything would be okay, just because she was in Heero's arms. Doubt suddenly clouded her mind as she was pressed against his body. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, full of emotion…emotion for her. Hating herself for having to do this, she explained, "Heero, you know I love you." Heero nodded, unsure of what she was trying to saw. Pulling her into a hug, he kissed her neck, asking, "What's the problem?" Feeling an overwhelming amount of emotions pass through her body, her voice shook and cracked. "Heero…you know we can't be together…you know that I'm an assassin…you know that no matter how hard we try I can't change it…you know that I will never be able to truly be with you." Heero stopped giving her butterfly kisses on her neck and asked, "You think I care?" Hotaru scoffed. "In a few weeks you will…we can't be together." Heero's body stiffened, and then he placed his head on top of Hotaru's. Smelling her violet and lavender scented hair, he inhaled it, trying to savor the memory. "Hotaru." He began. Snuggling into his chest, she brought her hands up and rested them on his chest, breathing in his nice smelling cologne. "Hotaru, I just want to be with you. I just want to hold you…to kiss you…to be where you are. I don't want to lose you. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to think about not being able to see you everyday. The first people that Trowa, Wufei, Duo, and Quarte see are their girlfriends…why can't it be the same for me?" Hotaru lifted a hand and gently stroked the back of his head. "It can't be the same because I can't be your girlfriend. Heero, please try to understand. I feel the same way you do…but if I do…if I do run away…and if I don't do any missions, then my life and the lives of our friends are in grave danger. I can't allow myself to put their lives at jeopardy." Heero thought for a moment, and then tilted her chin up, so that she looked up at him. "Even if it's at your loss?" Hotaru locked her eyes with Heero's blue ones and answered, "Yes. Even at my loss." Swiftly, Heero leaned in, and captured her lips with his own, trying to stall her a bit longer. Hotaru pulled away, ending the kiss once more. Curious, he knitted his eyebrows. "Hotaru, listen to me! I don't care. Do you understand? I don't care! I love you! I never thought I could feel like this, but I do…and you caused it! Please! Just try!" he pleaded. Not able to look into his eyes…not able to look into his soul, filled with such love and sorrow, Hotaru looked away. "Heero, please." She whispered. "Heero, the more you talk, the more you kiss…the harder it is going to be for me to stop myself. I want you to talk more…I want you to kiss more…but…I know I can't." A tear slid down Hotaru's cheek and Heero kissed it away, looking straight into her eyes. He knew that she spoke the truth. Begging, he asked, "Just one last kiss." Agreeing, she closed the distance between them, kissing back. Hotaru's closed eyes shed tears…tears of sorrow…tears of pain…tears of love…tears of hope…

REVIEW! My beta reader used up a lot of tissues, or so she told me. For what, I do not know. She could have been crying cause she loved it, or cleaning up the stuff that she threw up, cause she hated it so much…I have no idea. If you hated this, let me know. If you loved this, let me know! If you want more romance, let me know! This is only part one! Expect part two soon…I'm not doing deadlines anymore cause school is about to start and I have no idea when I can finish typing this out. I hope you enjoyed the gay manager…was it too much? Think the guy from Rush Hour 2, the one who worked at the Versace place in Los Vegas, okay? One of my friend's manager is gay…luckily, my agent is straight. Yes, I am a model, so I do know what I am talking about!

By the way, I am listening to Evan and Jaron's "The Distance." Song, so just in case you are wondering, this is the mood that I am in…very depressed, sweet….you know. I have it on a cd, so I'm just letting it repeat over and over again…I just love this song! My boyfriend burned me this CD before he left for vacation…I miss him!

Lyrics:

The sky has lost its color

The sun has turned to gray

At least that's how it feels to me

Whenever you're away

I crawl up in a corner

As I watch the minutes pass

Each one brings me closer to

The time you'll be back (You're coming back)

I can't take the distance

I can't take the miles

I can't take the time `til the next time I see you smile

I can't take the distance

And I'm not ashamed

That I can't take a breath without saying your name'

I can breathe a hurricane and

Still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down

But I can't take the distance

I still believe in feelings

But sometimes I feel too much

I make believe you're close to me

But it ain't close enough

Not nearly close enough

I can't take the distance

I can't take the miles

I can't take the time until the next time I see you smile

I can't take the distance

And I'm not ashamed

That I can't take a breath without saying your name'

I can breathe a hurricane and

Still be standing tall when all the dust has settled down

I cant take the distance

I cant take the miles

I cant take the time until the next time I smile

I cant take the distance

And I'm not ashamed

That I cant take a breathe without saying your name

And I cant take the distance

(whisper) The distance

(A/N: Isn't that such a sweet song? I have the piano version on the CD, not the guitar version, so the lyrics vary. Oh yeah, be prepared to see this song being `sung' by the g-boys in the concert!)