Commiseration #5 and #6

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No I didn't forget to post more to this, I'm just been trying to find the time as of late. More to the GW/WK crossover fic.



Part 5 is done by Ancient Lady. As a reminder, pairings are 1xR, KenxAya-chan, 2xH.


Heero and Ken stared in amazement as Yohji charmed the irascible owner of The Kitty House.

"Oh, I understand, ma'am. Of course, but you know it's a matter of business. These boys can't possibly come up with that kind of money. You'd spend your time and money on an uncollectible debt, and waste these lovely ladies' time.

"Wouldn't it be best just to let them go back and be available for customers with more means? I mean their beauty and talent is wasted here..."

Heero looked at Yohji and back to Ken. "Does he do this often?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Yohji herded the women out of the room with a continuous low mumrmur of conversation and a few well-placed pats. Ken and Heero got an inkling of what he was saying as he passed them by, a showgirl on each arm, "C'mon ladies. Any one of you is too much woman for either of these two."

Heero's hand went to his gun, but Ken caught his eyes and shook his head, "We need his help, remember?"

"Is he more reliable than Duo?"

"Usually..."

"Your confidence," came Yohji's voice from somewhere behind them, "overwhelms me."

"Are they gone?" Ken asked, ignoring his friend's sarcasm.

"Gone. Now, you're trying to 'get it on' with Aya-chan, beloved sister of one of the most lethal and vengeful men in Japan. Not real big on self-preservation are you?"

Ken turned purple. "I am not trying to 'get it on' with Aya-chan."

"But you would if you could," Heero interrupted.

"I just want to talk to her," Ken said, glaring at Heero.

"I think," Yohji said, stashing a thick stack of papers covered in scribbled numbers in his pocket, "That you need the help of someone *used* to dealing with women."

"That would be you, I'm assuming." Heero gave him a narrow look.

"Precisely."

The council of war convened that evening over doughnuts and coffee and - on Yohji's part - cigarettes.

"Do you have a plan?" Heero waved away the smoke that drifted toward his face.

"Yes, if he's is going to have any chance of getting Aya-chan alone for some 'quality time...'"

"Yohji..." Ken growled.

"... We're going to need to distract Ran."

Ken slammed his hands down on the table and threw his head back. "Then it's hopeless. Distracting Ran is like distracting a runaway freight train."

Heero regarded Yohji narrowly. "You wouldn't say that if you didn't have something to suggest. What's the plan?"

"The best way to distract a man is with a woman."

"Ran?" Ken slapped his hand on his forehead. "The man is asexual. None of us have seen him look at *anybody* that way as long as we've known him."

"Wrong. There was one person that set him on edge. If we bring her in, it will rock his world. He won't be keeping near as close an eye on Aya-chan as he does now. All we need is a phone call and a one way ticket to Japan... from France."







Part 6 is done by Black Rose.



Hilde placed a comforting arm around her friend. "It sounds strange for them, but it's too weird to be a lie. I think he was telling the truth."

Relena hugged the dark haired girl, then broke away. "When I saw that girl in his lap, I..I…" Her hands curled into tight little balls at her side. "Ooooh! I was so angry! I saw red everywhere I looked."

"Those were the sequins."

"Not the sequins. I wanted to punch the falsies right off their face!" Relena brought her right fist up and shook it.

Hilde giggled. "I never could get the hang out of putting those on."

Her fist fell back to her side as some of the tension in her shoulders released. Relena's face twisted into a half smile. "They're not so bad, really. I have a pair, but haven't really tried wearing them in public. They're so long, I feel like I
could fly away if I batted them fast enough."

"I never really understood their purpose. Do guys like that kind of stuff?"

Relena shrugged. "I have no idea. I guess some must…ever heard that weird old country song?"

Hilde arched an eyebrow at her friend. "Country song?"

"Yeah, something like, I like my women just a little on the trashy side."

The brunette's dark blue eyes grew wide and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to contain a fit of laughter. "No! Oh my gosh, that's too funny!"

Relena giggled. "It's hilarious, really, they talk about how much they like girls with clothes too tight, dyed hair, too much makeup…."

Hilde gave her friend a sly smile. "So, do you think that's the kind of girl Heero would like?"

The blonde girl dropped her gaze to the ground and blushed crimson. "I don't know…"

Her friend's grin grew into a broad smile. "What do you say we be optimists and go pick you out an outfit Heero's sure to notice."

Relena gasped. "I…I…"

Hilde grabbed her arm and tugged her out of her seat. "It's settled then. Come on!"

* * * *

Aya-chan placed the delicate roses into tissue paper and wrapped them for the customer. She smiled politely and handed them to the dark haired man.

"Thank you," he replied, taking the flowers from her hands. He turned and left the shop, nodding at Ran as he passed by the shop owner.

"Brother, why don't you ever see your friends anymore? Like Ken or Omi? It was nice to see Yohji today, even if for a little while."

"They're not my friends."

Aya-chan sighed at her brother's declaration. He was so alone - trapped in his pain. He had shut himself off from everyone, including herself, and it hurt to watch the sweet brother she had known turn into this empty, carved out shell of a human man. As his
sister, she loved him with all her heart, but it was not the kind of love he needed to heal the deeply etched wounds to his soul. And the one girl she knew that could and did love him that way - well, he had chased her away, too.

She gave her brother a last piteous look and went back to her work. She had another motive for wanting him to keep in contact with his friends, but this was not the time to think about him. She would not contemplate her own happiness until she knew her brother was taken care of. She was still young; she still had time to dream….

She smiled despite herself at the memory she held of him in her mind.

* * * *

"Good idea and all, Yohji, but just what am I supposed to do? Call the girl and go – hey, yeah, Sakura, would you mind coming all the way back from France to distract Ran for a while so I can talk to his sister. You don't? Oh cool, that's great, I'll just go buy you that ticket." He glared across the table at the too-calm-for-his-
liking blonde gigolo.

"No, we have to think of something to lure her back."

"Well, in my book, if I was her, Ran wouldn't be enough – he'd make me stay far far away."

Yohji chuckled. "Yet you're pursuing his sister."

"That's different. He rejected her, remember? She ran away FROM him TO France. How do we get her to run the other way?"

Heero frowned. "He didn't threaten to kill her, did he?"

Ken's face contorted into a grimace. "What? No! What kind of idiot would do that to the girl he liked?"

Heero lunged across the table, grabbing Ken's collar. "I didn't have a choice. She could have associated me with the Gundam, it would have jeopardized my mission."

Ken's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, as Yohji threw his head back and let out a raucous laugh. "You two have no chance of success with your women on your own. You, Ken, are too hot-tempered to think things out and plan them. Yuy, you're just the opposite - too detached, planning things to the minutest detail that depend heavily on something as erratic as human emotions. Why I am being dragged into this, I have no idea."

"You volunteered, Romeo, remember?" Heero leveled a glare at Kadou. He wasn't fazed by the look any more than Ken had been.

"Romeo settled down with just one woman he would give his life to be with for all eternity. You'd be better suited to call me Don Juan or Casanova."

"I don't know, I think Manx was closest when she called you a womanizing jerk with velcro jeans."

Yohji looked up sharply. "When did Manx say that?"

Ken shrugged. "Awhile back."

"What else did she say?" Unconsciously, the blonde man leaned slightly forward over the table.

"Hn. Looks like we found your distraction, Kadou."

Ken snorted. "Yeah right. Only because he never got her into bed."

"And how would you know whether I did or not?"

"Easy. She still had her self-respect."

"This isn't helping us figure out how to get Sakura back to Japan." Heero interrupted their discussion.

Yohji leaned back in his seat. "Ah well, it's going to call for some dishonesty."

"We expected that."

"How dishonest? I mean, you're not proposing…"

"It's the only way to get her back."

Ken sighed heavily and bowed his head. "It'll break her heart if Ran rejects her again. She's a nice girl. I don't know…. Isn't there another way?"

"Well, you could go into the flower shop in a suit of armor and ask Ran for Aya-chan's hand in marriage, and see how he reacts."

All the color drained from Ken's face. "Plan A sounds good. Sakura's a strong girl, she'll bounce back."

Heero shook his head. He had hoped to put his plan with Relena into action the next morning, but things were not going his way. A trip from France would put Operation: Decoy Kitty back at least two days, more likely a whole week. But it was probably just as well. He didn't think Relena wanted to see him right now, anyway. He raised a hand and ran it through his hair. A sigh escaped his lips, causing Yohji to glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Ahhhh, almost forgot. We have to fix things with your girlfriend."

"She's not my…"

"Whatever she is, you want her to be your girlfriend, but she walked in on you with sixty escort girls. There's only one way to repair damage like that."

Heero's shoulder slumped. Yeah, there was only one way to repair damage like that – beg.


***Song lyrics "I like my women a little on the trashy side" are
owned by Confederate Railroad.***


Till next time..........