A/N: Hello people. I know it's been a really long time since I've updated this, but sadly, personal issues kept blocking me from working on my fics. However, hopefully now, I think I have things under control for the most part, so hopefully, I can work on them more often. Understand I will never abandon my fics. It may take me years, but I will finish them. Also, I have changed my AIM sn (which is now lonelyroserogue). If you have any questions or comments about the fic or you just want to talk, feel free to IM me. I'm almost always online. Also, I'm trying to find any of my friends with G Gundam DVDs and my manga, just to help with the characters a bit more, since it's almost been a whole year since I've seen an episode. Well, I've made this long enough, so onto the fic! Now, reviews are appreciated and welcomed, criticism too, but I still have the same policy about flames: If you really feel the need, you can flame me, but just note that you will not change the direction of this fic, you will not make me change my views or opinions, and you'll just be making this fic look more popular than what it is, since it brings up the number of reviews. Have a nice day!

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

The Bitter Suite

Nearly everyone began packing after the reception, most of them eager to return to their home country. Others had business matters to attend. A few, like Chibodee, had just gotten sick of Neo-France, although he did seem to like the cheaper prices of French wine...but that was another story.

Allenby had packed rather quickly, being that she did not bring much with her to begin with. She was going to take a taxi the next morning to the spaceport and leave back to Neo-Sweden from there. It had all come too quickly, she thought deep down as she glanced over her now clean and straightened guestroom. It was also silent, no music, no laughing in the halls, nothing. The silence almost proved to be uncanny, especially since knowing that Chibodee's crew took up the next two rooms to her left.

Her plane wasn't coming in until the next day, so she decided to take one last walk about the castle. She couldn't put her finger on it, but for some reason, everything looked better now. Everything was more alive, more colorful, more beautiful, and she wanted to take it all in. The Neo-Sweden was actually enjoying herself, but of course, she didn't expect to bump into him.

She just happened to see him walk out of his room for whatever reason, and she smiled. "Hey Domon!" she chimed, and he turned, smirking faintly when he saw it was her.

"Hey Allenby," he returned the greeting as she came over.

"What are you doing out?" she asked.

"I thought I might go do some training out in the gardens."

"Hey, how about a sparring match then?"

"You're on."

Domon and Allenby came back a couple of hours later, both of them smiling, laughing lightly, so not to wake anyone. She turned as she stood out in the hallway with him, still smiling brightly. "That was a lot of fun, Domon. Thanks!" she told him.

"Any time."

Allenby smiled as Domon leaned in, and their lips met for a chaste kiss, yet, the caress was enough still to make her feel like she was flying. "Bye Domon," Allenby replied.

"See ya later, Allenby," he returned, giving her one of his rare smiles, and with their goodbyes said, they turned and left for their own rooms.

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Rain wiped her forehead, coming out of the ER, and let out a big sigh of relief. It felt like she had been working for three days, but she was sure it couldn't have been more than a little over seven-and-a-half hours straight. All of it of course wasn't spent in the ER; most of it had been on checking patients out and talking to their families, but it was still stressful work. She deserved her break; she walked out and sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria and closed her eyes to revel in the moment of peace.

"Enjoying your break, Dr. Mikamura?" a voice gently teased.

Her eyes shot up, and she looked across to see a smiling face. She flashed him a small, tired smile in return and sat up. "Hello Yosho Toriyama," she said, and he chuckled.

The man standing before her was perhaps an inch above six feet in height with a thin frame. His skin was slightly tanned, darker than hers but lighter than Domon's, he had nice brown eyes, and his black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His thin moustache and neatly groomed goatee made him look about five years older, but he was really only one year older than her.

"Can I sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the chair in front of her.

"Oh, sure!" Rain chimed, sitting up straight in her chair.

"Thanks," Yosho said with a nod and sat down. "Here, I picked you up this. Thought you might need it," he replied, handing her a cup of hot green tea. She smiled and took it gratefully.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

Yosho smirked and shrugged as he sat back and took a sip of his mug of coffee. "So, you like it here?"

"Yes," Rain began after taking a sip of her tea. "The staff's really nice here, and it's not too far from where I live."

"Really? Where do you live?" Yosho inquired, raising a brow.

Rain looked at him skeptically, picking up his flirting tone. "In my house…with my boyfriend and his father," she answered.

He merely chuckled and finished his coffee, placing the empty white mug on the tabletop. "Okay, so you figured me out…" he replied. "A good girl like you deserves a nice boyfriend."

She smiled, a faint blush tinting the tips of her cheeks as she dreamt of her and Domon briefly, grateful at his comment. "Thank you; he is a great guy."

"Dr. Toriyama, please report to room 387. Dr. Toriyama, please report to room 387," a voice over the intercom announced.

"Ah, and that's my call," Yosho stated, standing up, and smiled and nodded towards the blue-eyed brunette. "Nice talkin' to you, Rain."

"You too," she said just before he turned to leave. Rain checked her watch, knowing that her shift was finally over, and she decided it was about time she went home.