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Thank yous to my editors, Autumn Hime, Usagi Asia Maxwell, Lady Artemis, and DevilsDarling for being half-supportive. They replied, and I quote, "Do you REALLY think you should be starting another one NOW?" ALL of them! It's a conspiracy.               

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The reporter frowned at his last answer but jotted it down nevertheless before looking up again and pinning him with an assessing stare. Her mouth curved up in a wry smile as she absentmindedly tossed her hair over her shoulder and clicked her pen twice. In. Out.

"So, Mr. Yui. Can you explain why exactly Miss Darlian hasn't made a public appearance since … two months ago, in August?" Again, she smiled the calculating reporter grin and readied her pen for a response.

"There is no reason. She simply doesn't wish to appear in public." Trowa and Wufei sitting beside him nodded convincingly, but the reporter seemed anything but convinced.

"Not even to assure the world that she is still alive?"

"She doesn't wish to appear in public," Trowa repeated the excuse like a mantra.

The reporter leaned closer, almost conspiratorially. "But there have been rumors … People are wondering whether or not she has developed a chronic disease-"

"Rumors are rumors."

She brushed the Asian man's short bark of a protest aside easily and clicked her pen again. "Or even that she had received a threat that simply could not be ignored. Is there any truth behind that?"

Three voices chimed a single, vehement, "No."

Sighing, the woman leaned back disappointedly, twisting her mouth frustratedly to the side. "Well then. Let's move on." The feral grin returned. "Is it true that you, Mr. Yui, and Miss Darlian are an item?"

"No."

"But the pictures-"

"Are exaggerated. We are simply friends."

"Close friends?" the reporter probed, barely looking up at him as she scrawled words on the pad she had brought. He uneasily wondered exactly what she was finding so devilishly interesting.

"Friends."

"And Mr. Barton? Mr. Chang? Would you consider the two simply friends?"

She looked through Hiiro's brooding scowl as her eyes darted from one man to the next.

"Of course," Trowa replied tightly, his mouth drawn in a thin line. At her inquiring glance, Wufei nodded sharply.

"Any projected times at which Miss Darlian would be back in the-"

The opening door and head poking into the room interrupted her. "Time's up!" called Duo, cheerfully, not noticing the reporter's vastly irritated expression. She managed a small smile and, "Thank you, gentlemen," before scooping up her pad, pen, and tape recorder. Nobody smiled back.

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"So what do you want me to do exactly?"

Her long time friend smiled the political smile she was so good at and tilted her head to one side in a thoughtful pose. "I'm not sure. Logic says that they'll look for a Relena look-a-like to replace her for the time being-"

"If your original theory was correct," she pointed out, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. So I was thinking that you could maybe apply for the job."

She blinked, wide-eyed at Rei, speechless, before bursting out in peels of laughter.

Rei scowled. "What's so funny? You look almost exactly like her, with a bit of makeup. Blond hair, same height, give or take an inch-"

Usagi fought for breath as she clutched her stomach and waved a dismissive hand, begging for silence. "Rei, I'm a photographer, not an actress and most definitely not an undercover agent!"

"Fine then. Be that way."

"Be what way? Realistic?" she shot back before falling prey to another fit of giggles.

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"We have a semi-major crisis in our hands," Duo began, smiling a bit at his four comrades, gathered around him.

Trowa pursed his lips. "If you call a crisis that could trigger another war 'semi-major', then by all means. We have a semi-major crisis in our hands."

"Why do bad guys have to have such good timing?" Duo groaned, pouting and sweeping a comprehensive gaze over the remaining four Gundam pilots turned Preventers. "They just had to kick her when she was down."

"I hadn't known Miss Relena's self-esteem was slipping so low…" Quatre sighed. Three heads automatically turned towards Hiiro, who glared back defensively.

"You know, you could have been more supportive, Yui," Wufei started accusingly.

"C'mon Wu-man. There's no use assigning blame now."

Wufei met Duo's plea with an obstinate glare. "Well who else could be responsible? Yui is the only one with her 24-7. And with his oratory skills … I certainly don't blame her for stooping so low."

"Anorexia is not 'stooping low', Wufei," Quatre offered quietly.

"Anorexia is starving yourself slowly, committing suicide. It's escaping problems in the most cowardly way. Is that not 'stooping low'?"

Hiiro stood up, instantly drawing the attentions of all four occupants of the room. "Whether or not anorexia is 'stooping low', there is only one true option we have-"

"To tell the press?" Trowa offered softly, staring glumly at the floor.

"To find a replacement."

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"Usagi, I need to have a word with you in my office," Setsuna whispered to her quietly as they passed each other in the hallway. Blue eyes glanced up at her boss from the folder of the latest wedding she had done.

"Oh, um, sure," she replied distractedly before the pictures drew her eyes to them again, and she continued walking down the hall, not noticing the people who were forced to get out of her way. She blindly turned into her office and grabbed the planner lying flat on the pristine desk and headed back out, toward Setsuna's office.

"Hey boss," she greeted, smiling, eyes still trained on the photographs as she sat down opposite of the brunette chief executive.

"I've received a highly confidential email regarding a certain … project the Preventers are doing," Setsuna started, frowning to herself as she scanned the email again. Usagi nodded absentmindedly, muttering tips to herself as she scanned the photo and scribbled out a list of adjustments needed.

"Vice Foreign Minster Darlian has disappeared from the public and for confidential reasons, cannot make any appearances … it would appear that the government is requesting that you go to an audition in order to find a person or persons similar enough to impersonate her." Setsuna stopped at the end of the email and waited for a reply, a gasp of shock, a squeal – anything – but heard only the whirring of her computer.

"Usagi?"

"Hmm?" The blonde continued to mutter to herself. Setsuna sighed and shook her head. It was one of the reasons she had hired Usagi – she was so dedicated to her work – but this was just ridiculous!

"Usagi," she started again. The blonde nodded as if she were listening. "You. Are. Going. To. Impersonate. Relena. Darlian."

Again, a distracted nod.

Need to remove that pimple on the groom's nose … and apply a nicer backdrop … and need to impersonate Relena Darlian … need to- She stopped and blinked bemusedly to herself. Impersonate Relena Darlian? Her train of thought was cut short, and her head snapped up to meet smug maroon eyes.

"Come again?"

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"The entire universe on our records and only three girls look like Relena," Duo grumbled tiredly as he broadened the search to simply blonde-haired, blue-eyed female, height 4'11" to 5'2". "Oh excuse me. FOUR girls who look like Relena."

"Email them," Trowa ordered, not bothering to look up. "Hiiro already set up the security."

"All right-y then," Duo rubbed his hands excitedly. "We're going to have a little audition in our hands next Monday."

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"You set me up!" she cried angrily, drawing several sidelong glances towards their table. "You KNEW this was going to happen, and you still let it!"

"Now, Usagi. Calm down and put down the knife. People are beginning to stare."

"I don't care if people are beginning to stare!" She punctuated each word with a small stabbing motion with the knife.

"Look, Usagi, I knew the government had everybody on file and that Relena-look-a-likes were simply a search away. I KNEW more than likely you were going to be one of the ones chosen because, admit it, you do look like Relena Darlian."

"Do not," she argued sulkily, finally relenting and sitting down, stabbing down into the salad with her knife. Rei stared but chose not to comment.

"But since you're going anyway, can't you just do me that one favor? All I need is one story to make it big … please, Usa? As a friend?"

Stabbing another clump of lettuce with the knife, the blonde stopped and tilted her head to one side. "What was it you wanted me to find out again?"

"What is keeping Relena from making public appearances. And the extent of the relationship between her and her bodyguard."

"She has a bodyguard?"

Rei rubbed her temples as Usagi speared a cherry tomato. "Lord, you're dense, Usagi. Of COURSE she has a bodyguard! The universe would break out in war again if she's hurt! THAT'S why the government is so desperate to get a replacement. For the time being."

"Well excuse me for not keeping up with political fiascoes," Usagi grumbled, chasing another cherry tomato around on her plate.

"You're excused for not keeping up with political fiascoes but NOT excused for lacking common sense."

"Humph." She reached over to the center of the table and impaled a roll with her knife.

"Her team of bodyguards is comprised of Wufei Chang, Quatre Winner, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, and Hiiro Yui though her personal one is Hiiro Yui only." Rei made a face, as if tasting something unpleasant, at the last name.

"Humph."

"You'll be dealing with Yui a lot. Not a very friendly guy, if you ask me. But you ARE only impersonating her after all … I don't suppose they'd make you attend any council meetings or anything."

"Humph." Usagi reached over and stabbed another roll.

Finally, she had had enough. Rei stood up, banging her fists on the table and glaring at her "lunch date". "For God sakes, Usagi! Could you just put DOWN the knife?"

The café went awkwardly silent as quick glances and uneasy whispers arose around the two. Rei slowly sat down and shielded her face from curious eyes. "Lord, Usa. I am NEVER taking you out in public again," she hissed.

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Reposted because I had to change something … xD Look to chapter 11 for more information regarding my stupidity. xD;; Thanks for reading~ Yours, Angel.