Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. I am not receiving any profit (other than personal growth) for this story.

Notes: It has been a great while since I have been inspired. That may be the reason that all of my fanfiction has been put on halt. I do want to let anyone who is a fan know that War on Destiny is undergoing major revision. (I have finally recaptured my muse. And the little booger put up a fight, too! I had to travel half the world before I found it again!) In the mean time, I will be working on this little shindig in order to save what little sanity I have left.

This is a Wufei/Ami romance, or will be eventually. Please be patient with me. I know that I tend to update VERY sporadically, but after a year's absence, I feel as though I am ready to start fresh. This story, unlike all my others, has been carefully thought through. All but the last chapter has had the major themes planned. Between work and school, I may not update as fast as I wish, but I will be making an effort. Luckily, I'm ahead in my computer class, which gives me extra time every day to write.

Warnings: Shaky beginning, but gaining confidence (I hope!)

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Save My Sanity

Misty H

Chapter One

The early dawn broke across the sky, transforming the murky gray of the lake into a dark, sparkling blue. A light wind picked up speed, strewing leaves of varied hue across a deserted walkway. A bird chirped, then was silenced. Farther down the quiet path, footsteps pounded on the dirt. The park grew still with anticipation. Leaves rustled among the branches of trees and bushes. The wind became stronger still, then seemingly disappeared as a teenage girl came into view.

Blue hair, tied back at the neck, swished back and forth behind pale shoulders. Long, dark eyelashes framed a set of wide, midnight blue eyes. Legs and arms pumped in time to an internal beat that only the girl seemed to hear. Her creamy skin glowed from healthy exertion, turning her body a faint rose pink. As she finished her final lap, she raised toned arms above her head and took slow, deep breaths.

Her legs kept moving, albeit at a slower pace. Her eyes drifted close as she reveled in the perfect serenity of the moment. Her chest rose as she breathed in the crispness of the early morning air. It was so...quiet.

Her ears picked out the faint pitter-patter of something falling hastily on the ground. She scrunched her eyes, then opened them and turned around to face the noise. Her brain registered a whirl of black and white just before she hit the ground. The breath whooshed out of her, and for a split second, breathing was impossible. Then the weight pinning her to the earth moved, and she felt her nostrils flare as she gasped in precious air. Somewhere thunder boomed, and to her left she heard a muffled curse just before she was dragged to her feet. Something warm trickled behind her ear.

"Damn woman," the thing muttered, and her world finally snapped back into place. Her head jerked up, and her eyes focused on the man before her. He was a few years older, with bronzed skin and dark, slanted eyes. Black hair trailed loosely down to his shoulders, framing accented cheekbones and a high forehead. A few of the wispy ends were crinkled, as though they had just fallen out of a ponytail. A stubborn jaw protruded from under white, thinned lips, and she got the distinct impression that he was a little impatient.

She blinked when she realized she was staring. But, then again, he was worth staring at. White, traditional Chinese pants covered his long legs. He held the matching tunic in one hand. A blue tank top exposed muscled arms and a graceful neck.

He was beautiful.

"Woman," he whispered. "Woman! Move!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she whispered back, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She stepped backwards, feeling a breeze on her bare arms, and had the grace to look embarrassed. "Excuse me. I didn't mean to stare," she murmured, her eyes dropping from his. They landed on the waistline of his cinched pants, and she let out a soft gasp.

He had a gun.

His eyes followed hers, and when she glanced back up at his face, the dark depths had grown cold.

"If you have any sense," he hissed, glancing over his shoulder, "then you'll run. Now!"

She nodded quickly, stepping backwards. Perspiration burned her eyes, and she closed then for a few seconds. When she opened them again, he was gone.

Crashing noises sounded from behind her, and she looked up to see five uniformed men marching towards her. Each was carrying a gun, and it was pointed in her direction.

She tried to speak, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. For some reason, scalp above her right ear burned. After a few minutes of silence, she finally managed to squeak, "What's going on here?"

The leader of the group stepped in front. "What is your name, girl?" he asked, motioning for two men to go search in the brush around the lake.

"Mizuno Ami," she replied softly. Her eyes never wavered from the gun in front of her. The man noticed this and chuckled softly.

"Well, Ms. Mizuno, you are under arrest for consorting with the enemy." He eased up his gun until it pointed straight up in the air. The remaining two men moved around him and handcuffed the unresisting teenager.

Her frightened blue eyes stared at the leader, silently pleading with him to stop this insanity.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I was just jogging, like I do every morning before school. I wasn't doing anything wrong!"

He grinned at her. "That's up to the courts to decide."

The two scouts came back, their clothing covered in mud. Each wore a disgruntled expression upon his face. "I'm sorry, sir, but we've lost him."

The leader only smiled wider. "We've got his teammate. She'll tell us everything we want to know."

Ami could only stare in disbelief as she was lead away in chains.

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Wufei cursed from his vantage point in a tree. She hadn't run like she said she would. She allowed herself to be captured. 'Are there any sensible women left in this world?' he thought to himself. But as the petite girl was led to an army truck, she glanced back up. For a split second, Wufei quit breathing.

She had the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.

They stared at each other for what seemed like minutes. Fortunately, it lasted only a few seconds. Otherwise, the unknown girl could have given away his position easily. But instead, she went quietly to the vehicle, and sat serenely inside as it pulled out of the parking lot of the park. Wufei grimaced.

Innocents were always the first to be hurt.

He took a leisurely stroll back to his apartment in the city. Tomorrow morning he would be moving out. Master O had sent him a mission detailing the information needed from a base in Osaka. It was a simple in-and-out, no casualties, stealth operation. It was the kind of thing he hated. But the information was vital to the end of the war, which was expected to come soon. With the rise of White Fang, OZ had been split into two factions: those who followed Treize and those who followed Milliardo. The division had weakened opposition to the Gundams, and for that, Wufei would remain grateful. He was ready for the fighting to be over.

He entered his apartment cautiously. It was always important to be careful, especially in war. His few belongings were already prepared for a quick exit on the morrow. Wufei would have one day of rest before he risked his life for one of the last times.

As he settled onto his futon, his mind brought up an image of the blue haired girl he had seen earlier. She was kind of pretty, he thought half- heartedly. But she had nothing but cotton inside that cute little head of hers.

"Moronic woman," he mumbled and let his eyes drift shut.

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So, the first chapter has been completed. As it has been a while for me, I want any comments and criticisms that you have to give. Please do not flame me. Constructive criticism is most welcome. With that said, review!