Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary : Haven ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter One

Index:
Anata = Darling

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Perhaps it was time to forget. Perhaps it was time to move on. Time never did wait for anyone.

She turned her head and looked out the shuttle window from her class-one seat. Clouds passed by, or maybe they were passing by the clouds, it didn't really matter. The sun's beams shone down on its path to the earth, yet the brightness of it dawdled to nothing as they breached into the atmosphere and entered space. Bringing them closer to their destination.

She sighed and turned her head away; even the stars brightness could not keep her interests anymore. She wondered at that, usually she was fascinated by them, lulled into fascination by them, but this time she was only lulled to look away from them. Stars meant space, and space meant the colonies, and the colonies meant the past.

She wanted to put off anything that connected her to her history as long as she can, until she had to face it head on. Her eyes drifted shut in her wariness and a hand moved to cover hers, concealing it in a basket of warmth. She smiled with closed eyes and let her hand slip from under his and onto his knee.

He let her massage his thigh, knowing she need something, anything to get her mind off of what was to come. They all did. He had brought his portable laptop with him, of which was placed in front of him on the suspended tray on the back of the seat in front of him and of which he was typing away on with one hand. Dorothy on his left had her eyes trained on a book, whether or not she was reading was questionable, but at least she was turning the pages once in a while.

Usagi hadn't brought anything, claiming she wouldn't be able to concentrate on it anyways, and so they had let her take the window seat. It had been amusing to watch her child-like fascination of the view outside, with sparkling eyes and a glowing face, that was, until they breached from the Earth to space.

Space, it seemed, made the whole difference.

He turned his mind away from the path it was heading and concentrated on the screen of his laptop, where the newest updates of the colonies' activates were flashing, he intended to be well informed before they reached his destination. Huh, it seems old habits died hard. But then again sometimes the old habits could be pretty useful.

He gave a quiet sharp intake of breath as the hand that had been on his thigh traveled up and almost brushed against the center of his legs. He gave a sharp glance at her out of the corner of his eyes, only to see her still with her eyes closed and with an expression of blissful ignorance. He'd bet you his laptop that a devilish smile was threatening to break out over the angelic face right now.

He grounded his teeth in mild frustration as her hand moved up and down his inner leg, coming closer then drawing away from the spot of his need, never touching. He could acutely feel the heat of her palm, so warm and becoming coal hot, as it repeated the process. He couldn't stop the low hiss that escaped him as her finger brushed against his aroused member for a split second, only to retreat from the contact. He could feel the smirk that took over her lips now, if even she had not heard the sound she would have felt it vibrate through him, and he glared at the screen.

Usagi was definitely having fun teasing him, not only did it take her find off things, who knew that the 'Perfect Soldier' incapable of emotions, was so sensitive to her touch. Even from the brief contact, she could feel how aroused he was already. Damn, she was evil and she couldn't stop the wicked grin the spread over her face as her lids half opened to show glittering eyes to the world.

The next time her hand touch him again his leg jumped, and she saw from under her eyelashes the way his throat tightened as well. She swallowed the lump of laughter that was pushing its way up from her voice box and fought to not giggle at the glare he sent his laptop, he looked as if he was ready to smash the machinery open with his bare hands. Oh this was so fun.

Dorothy looked up from her book in the next few minutes as she heard a low growl coming from Hiiro's throat and raised an eyebrow at the look he was sending his prized portable computer, he looked as if he would have most liked to send a bullet through the monitor anytime now. But then she blinked as she saw from the corner of her eyes his jittery right leg, which seemed unable to stop jumping every few seconds. Which then lead her sight to the arm that was attached to it, and the hand moving up and down its length.

She rolled her eyes in exasperation at the discovery and wondered how she ended with the two of them, and how she could put up with them. They never seemed to be able to give it a rest, but she must admit as she peaked out at Hiiro from the corner of her eye, that it was worth it. It wouldn't let you get to see the Perfect Soldier look and act like any other regular hormonal frustrated teenage boy any other way. She relished the sight.

And the blackmail material it brought along with it.

She had to smother the laugh in her mouth before it got through her lips as Hiiro caught her looking at him, and glared out at her in all his frustration. She almost lost it when his face lit up like a kid-lost-in-a-candy-store expression when the captain's voice rang out through the intercom.

" Please buckle your seat belt's," a gruff voice boomed, " We will be landing in t-minus 5 minutes."

Ooohhh yay, she absolutely loved the blackmail material it brought. Just think of the wonders she could do to his image if she ever 'accidentally' slipped something out? She had to hide a snicker at that thought as she buckled her seatbelt in and felt the rumble of the engine getting ready for landing right after.

Getting off the plane and through the inspection didn't take as long as she thought it would, and when she stuck her head out the doors for a quick peak to see if there was a crowd, she was glad that no news of her arrival leaked out or anything. She hated dealing with the reporters, she had enough of their busy bodies-ness to last her a lifetime already. She pushed the doors opened and walked towards the place for luggage pickup and inspected it for her duffle bag.

Hiiro reached over to grab his bag, and looking at him, she saw the baby blue bag with a blue stripe (Usagi and her helped him picked it out) didn't clash with his outfit. He wore a pair of blue jeans, a loose white t-shirt and a jean jacket over it, unbutton, and on his feet were the customary white running shoes. She herself and Usagi wore running shoes as well; it was a precaution they took, no matter what. It was just easier to run from the press in them then any other shoes.

She spotted her yellow duffle bag with orange stripe on top of someone's suitcase and reached to remove it. She herself wore a light orange skirt, which reached to cover her knees, and a beige elbow-length sleeves flannel shirt. Heaving her bag on her shoulder she saw in a pole mirror she looked fashionably sporty. Which was good, since Michelle had droned on and on about her having to be ready if a reporter just happened to jump out of nowhere and take her picture on the street or at the market.

Usagi was wearing a pair of baby blue flair jeans and a pink tank top with one of Hiiro's blue plaid button up shirts over it. She happily accepted the white duffle bag with a sea blue stripe from Hiiro; it saved her the time to futilely look for it. She liked to borrow Hiiro's clothing more often then not, saying they were comfy and that it smelled of him, a pleasant husky aroma tinged with spice that was his own individual smell.

Dorothy had to admit it was a nice smell, not like some of those colognes she absolutely did not want to get near. She liked it and had asked Hiiro once if it was a specially made brand of cologne, but he just looked at her weird. Hiiro Yui did not use cologne, to him they were a waste of money and he did not understand why men wore them, so the smell was his natural scent. And Dorothy herself was guilty of borrowing his shirts once in a while; they were comfy and hey, if she couldn't get the scent in a store, why not get it where she could?

And of course when Hiiro couldn't find one of his shirts, he knew where to look. Either his girlfriend had it or it was his friend, both of whom were often seen in and out of the house sporting clothes from his closet. And people wandered why he had a closet full of clothes almost the size of one of the girls, god knows why.

Dorothy looked around the airport, scanning for the closest exit with the fewest people.

" What should we do first?" Usagi asked them. " We have the whole day to pass before we're due for the party tonight."

Party, it was easier to think of it that way. Better then 'reunion' or even 'gathering'.

" We could go sight seeing," Dorothy suggested peering around on her tippy-toes, " or we could grab something to eat, or we could go to the carnival I heard was happening."

" Or we could go to a park," Usagi said, " or a zoo, I'd like to see the animals. Which should we do first?"

" We," Hiiro inputted grimly with a growl, " are first going to find a hotel."

As he marched over to the closest exit, Dorothy and Usagi traded a wide-eyed look, before falling over laughing.

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Three hours after signing in, Usagi did what Dorothy had done a long time ago, settling in to the room. Shaking out the blue shirt she hooked it onto a hanger and put it in the closet. Smoothing down the cresses the best she could with her hands, she moved onto the next article of clothing.

A knock came on the door and then it was opened before she could even reply. Dorothy poked her head in with a warm smile glancing around the room. Seeing Usagi nod a welcome at her she stepped in and closed the door behind her before walking over to help Usagi sort out what she and Hiiro brought. She rolled her eyes heaven ward when she reached into the blue shoulder bag and took out a gun, Hiiro would always be Hiiro. Well at least it's not loaded, she thought after she check the barrel.

Usagi giggled at her and she stuck her tongue out at the longhaired blonde. Sticking the incredibly dangerous weapon back into the bag with a carefree hand she pulled out a shirt. She brought it up to her nose and wafted it, giving a longing sigh afterwards. Damn she wished he bottled that smell - or something similar to it- she bet she would attract a lot of men with it if he did. It tickled your nostrils nicely and seemed to warm you inside out.

She opened her eyes to see Usagi's sparkling blue orbs laughing at her.

" Hey, just because he's your boyfriend doesn't mean I can't appreciate him as well. God knows how many dates his shirts have help me get." She said mockingly.

Usagi fell laughing onto the bed, but said nothing. It was true on Hiiro; his natural scent seemed to add to his image of being a tough and cold man. Yet on them mixing in with whatever scent they, the two of them, gave off (vanilla [Usagi] and buttercup [Dorothy]), the smell made them more desirable it seemed, gentle with strong wills, kind with a heart of steel, caring but not easily hurt. It was a good combination.

And the presence of the scent gave off a warning as well, no matter how well it would have probably done on the market, there was a certain…realness of a man in it, signaling there was a man in there lives. A dangerous one if provoked. Whether it be a brother, family or in Usagi's case, a love, it was warning not to treat them bad. As Dorothy was thankful for it, it drove the jerks away most of the time of the men that approached her. And for Usagi, it stopped any advances on her once she made it clear she was already attached.

In many ways, Hiiro's presence was helpful even when he was not around.

" Yeah well, and how many dates did he scare off when they came to the front porch?" Usagi teased.

Dorothy hit her playfully on the arm in reproach, " Yeah well, who was it that purposefully sent him to open the door when I told them I was expecting a date?"

Usagi blinked innocently, " My brother? He likes to keep what's his you know."

She stuck out her tongue at her and Usagi stuck her back, soon a good-natured raspberry war started.

Dorothy didn't take offense in the words Usagi spoke; besides it was just for fun. She loved him yes, but she didn't know if she had any chance with him or even if she would ever see him again at that time. The dates were maybe attempts to go out into the world again and maybe find someone else to love, but most of all they were for fun. A girl likes to feel desirable time to time. And Usagi just liked to see the men cower in front of Hiiro.

Usagi's one evil evil bunny, Dorothy thought.

They didn't hear the door click open when Hiiro entered the room. He observed the sight of the highbred, war loving, violent girl that was equipped with the mind to vocally out-smart, out-wit any politician and skilled enough with a blade to go against a gundam pilot, having a childish idiotic raspberry war with his cheerful, always happy to help, beautiful inside and out girlfriend. He didn't even bat an eyelash.

He merely walked over to table by the window and dumped the box of donuts on to the smooth surface. Opening the box he took a napkin and wrapped it around the one he wanted and turned around to see the two of them staring at him with specutive eyes.

" You brought food?" Dorothy asked wide-eyed.

He merely raised the donut to his mouth and took a bite.

" Tell me you bought more then one." Usagi said pleadingly.

He pushed the box out from behind him and walked off to the bed casually but distinctly so he was not between them and the round with holes pieces of baked flour. He ignored the shouts of fighting from behind him and only smirked, as he had ate at the shop before he bought the food back.

They hadn't eaten since before getting on the shuttle for the 14-hour ride, and so it was obvious they were all hungry. And he learned a long time ago, don't get in the way of food and blondes. Usagi's appetite was a lot smaller now, being the influence of Dorothy and for not needing to use her magic -of which really drained her- but Dorothy's appetite wasn't as small as it used to be either, due to the influence of Usagi.

" I should get the 6th donut!" Usagi's voice rang out clear, between bites.

" I had dibs on it first!" Dorothy argued, stuffing a donut into her mouth.

" I'm more hungry!" his girlfriend shouted.

" I'm hungry too!"

He sat on the bed and watched this interesting display.

" I need it more!"

" No you don't! We both ate at the same time before the shuttle ride!"

" I do too!"

" Do not!"

" Hiiro didn't spend two hours tiring you out!"

He choked on his donut.

" That's no excuse!"

" Is too!"

He coughed and cleared his throat from the lump of flour that blocked his air hole. Swallowing he blinked through teary eyes and deciding it was safe, took another bite.

" You probably jumped him!"

He choked again.

" Did not!"

" Did too!"

He pounded his fist on his chest, trying to find air.

" Did not!"

" Did too!"

" No! He jumped me!"

He swallowed the lump in his throat painfully. He stared up at his girlfriend in disbelief, she would actually tell her that?! To his horror he saw Dorothy with a thoughtful expression on her face.

" He is a guy." The way she said it made him feel insulted.

Usagi took the distraction to stuff the last donut into her mouth and -to his relief- Dorothy forgot what she had just been told and took to instead, chasing Usagi around the room.

He looked down at the other half of his donut and wondered if it was worth it to try and finish the pastry. Deciding that he did not want to die so soon, he stuffed the thing in the garbage can. Dusting his hands off he turned to the two blondes, trying to break up the fight.

" So what should we do now?" he spoke in a neutral tone, void of any of the emotions he just had. Old habits did die hard.

Usagi and Dorothy thought for a moment, the fight forgotten.

" If I know my family right, and I do, enough," Usagi said slowly, " the party would be a formal affair."

She and Dorothy stared at each other, then looked to him.

Oh gods no.

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He looked down at himself and tried not to groan.

Someone shoot him now.

Please.

Looking in the mirror he retied his tie once again, looked over his appearance, then scowled. He was dressed fashionably in a black and white tuxedo and he looked dashingly handsome. He muttered curses and tried to delay his exit from the change room for as long as he could. He feverishly wished for someone ring the fire alarm, shout thief, scream bloody murder, anything for him to be able to sneak away from here unseen.

Nothing happened.

He took a breath and scowled once more at the mirror which seemed to be mocking him and straightened his back, prepared for what was to come.

The moment he stepped out reluctantly from behind the door squeals greeted his ears and he readied himself for the impact. Even being prepared he still had to take a few steps back from the force of his girlfriend tackling him as he felt the warm arms wrapped around his neck. Behind her, he could hear Dorothy gushing at him, really laying it on thick.

" You look so handsome anata!" Usagi said, kissing him on the cheek.

" Hiiro you just too dashing!" Dorothy cooed at him.

" Doesn't he look just good enough to eat?" Usagi asked.

Dorothy looked him up and down, fighting back the laughter that was clear in her eyes, " Dear, I don't thinking eating him is what comes to mind."

" Oh but isn't it?" the intention was clear in Usagi's voice and Dorothy had to smother her laugh behind her two hands.

Hiiro could not believe what he was hearing at glared out at the men out on the sidewalk who gave him pitying and jealous looks. You think this is nice?! He wanted to shout at them.

But having Usagi's arms wrapped around him and her body pressed tightly to his, did feel…nice…

" We'll take it." He heard Dorothy's voice talking to the saleslady and he glared at chair by the fitting rooms, willing it to crumble to dust.

Finally being able to change back to his regular comfortable clothing, (after half an hour of Usagi's and Dorthy's cooing of just how 'good' he looked in the tux) he glowered at the bag in his hands that carried the damn thing. He had thought he left that ensemble behind with his old life, but he guessed not. He grungy followed the two girls around the mall and gave then either grunts or one word answers to their questions of 'how does this look?'.

" We'll need to take pictures later." Dorothy chirped.

Hiiro tried not to groan, he really did but he could not stop the sound from escaping him. They had a picture of every time they managed to get him into a tux for the past year or so they lived together. He felt Usagi's laughter vibrate from her to him through their linked hands.

He glared at the invitation sticking out of Dorothy's purse.

It was all Quatre's fault, he knew it was.

Stupid Winner.

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After the long tedious photo session, where Hiiro scowled when they said smile, they finally made their way to the party. The traffic was not so crowded and they made it to the party only 10 minutes late. But that is to be expected, Dorothy said, in highbred society, you're supposed to be late.

Walking up to the door with the invitation clutched in Usagi's hand, they were all either uneasy or nervous. There was a good many people in line to get into the mansion and they wait for their turn.

Dorothy unconsciously, or maybe not so unconsciously had her back up straighter then usual, almost stiffly. She scanned the crowd under her lashes for people she might have known before and saw many faces she recognized but they did not notice her yet. Thank god, she did not want to be noticed at least until the party.

Dorothy wore a light orange drawstring silk dress that clung to her upper body and flowed down from her waist. Her hair fell down loosely down her was held back only by a range headband that matched her dress. She wore plain dangling gold earrings, a beautiful gold necklace that beheld a blue topaz, the same color of her eyes, right above the valley of her chest and a thin gold bracket locked around her right wrist. Her make-up was nice and gentle, having let Usagi argue her into it, and brought out her delicate cheekbones and drew your attention to her eyes.

Usagi wore a sinfully innocent white dress that hung to her curves teasingly. It was sleeveless and had a low neck that went down just enough to show the valley of her breasts. Like Dorothy's her dress too, did clung to her upper body and fell flowingly down from her waist. It looked like a Romanian twist of her princess dress that she once showed to Hiiro and Dorothy. Dorothy thought right about now, Usagi did not remind her of the moon goddess Selenity, instead she reminded her of the virgin goddess Diana.

Which of course, made no sense what so ever.

Usagi wore small silver earrings that dangled in shapes of a thin teardrop from each ear; on her neck was a pleasant silver necklace, which held the diamond crystal Ginzuishou at the small v of her collarbone and on her right wrist was a thin sliver of silver. Her make up consisted of almost no make-up, she had on a nice peach lipstick with some lip gloss over it and a little bit of mascara to bring out her eyes and that was it.

It didn't matter though; the little make-up was all the make-up she needed. Usagi's inner glow already made her beautiful enough for not needing it and whether or not Dorothy knew it, her inner glow was starting to break through as well and maybe that was why she didn't feel the need for as much make-up as she use to.

Hiiro stood by Usagi with her arm slung through his, reassuring and comforting. Once in a while Dorothy would thread her arm through one of theirs as well for a short moment, just for that same reason. He stood handsomely in his tux (that the girls forced upon him) and was the center of admiration for many of the females surrounding them. He looked deep, dark, and dangerous just where he stood, he gave off a cold aura, which of course was why the men backed off when he glared at them for staring at either Dorothy or Usagi too long.

Finally it was their turn, and after handing the security man the invite, they stepped through the doors. Taking deep breaths (Usagi and Dorothy), they stepped into the light of the room. Standing beside them, Hiiro offered all the strength he could.

He did not know which one of them would have lost the most by the time they were done, he just knew right now; in the beginning, he was the one with the least to lose.

***Owari no Daiisshou***

Hiasobi: End of chapter one! Hehe...*hides* I know you all want to kill me for not having gotten to the party yet..demo its coming! Please Review and let me know if this fic is till worth continuing to you! Uh, bai ba now!

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