Chapter One Enough is Enough!

On Strike Disclaimer: No I do not own Gundam Wing. As much I would love to be rolling around in dough. I don't own it so don't sue me! The most you could get is $1.55.

Duo yawned before swinging his long legs over the side of the bed as he jumped to his feet ready to take on the rest day, fully revitalized from his nap. He dug in the drawer for a pair of clean pants holding them up triumphantly. His mouth dropped open as he blinked. And blinked again. "HHHHHHIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLDDDDDDEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Relena gazed out the car window wishing that for once in his life Heero would say more than ten words to her at a time. It wasn't as if he couldn't say ten consecutive words. In fact she heard him say whole paragraphs but lately she could barely get even nine words per reply from his lips. She rubbed her brow wearily as the car stopped and the door opened. Unfolding her legs from the cramped room while ignoring the silent presence of the object of her frustration she stalked up to the front door. Heero's steps echoed behind her as she batted at a stray tendril of her hair.

Sally sighed as another mutter of 'Injustice' came from her partner. Enough is enough! If she had to listen to one more lecture about justice or onnas she was positive she end up in a padded cell. She suddenly rose to her feet storming toward Une's office. It was about time she received a vacation. No longer caring about the endless pile of paperwork and monotonous duties she slammed the door behind her causing the picture nailed to the dreary white wall to tremble. As of now, she was officially on 'strike'.

Dorothy lunged again her sword making a loud 'whoosh' as she sliced at the empty air. As much as she enjoyed spending time with Quatre the endless number of Maganuaces everywhere she turned was turning her paranoid. She understood their steadfast devotion but did they have to follow the blonde everywhere? Especially, since now more than ever she needed to spend some time, alone, with Quatre. She turned her wrist stretching it outward causing the blade to move in a timeless deadly attack. She was not going to put up with this much longer.

Catherine grasped the large knife by the blade once again before launching it at the target. Bullseye. At least, she was succeeding in something. Her heart contracted painfully as she remembered the quiet indifference she had received all month from the clown. If he didn't want to talk to her he could just leave, he didn't have to stand all day scrutinizing her with that one green eye as she babbled on about her day. The satisfying thud as another knife hit the target helped soothe her nerves slightly but confusion mixed with aggravation boiled underneath her outward display of calmness.

Noin glared at the occupant of the chair across from her. He's got to be possessed. She clapped her hands over her ears moaning as she pushed her chair away from the table. "Lucrenzia? What's wrong?" Her blond and clueless companion asked laying down his fork. "Zechs, why don't you pay Relena a visit?" "That sounds like a great idea. I almost forgot to mention." If she had to listen to one more sentence containing Relena she was certain she would explode. Noin tried to understand, after all they did have a lot to catch up on but must every single conversation has something to do with his sister? She pushed away from the table leaving the barely touched plate as she excused herself disappearing into the safety of her quarters. Zechs stared at her retreating back. He could feel it in the air between them. Something was wrong.