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Broken Wing - Chapter Three



Author's Note: Aren't you guys proud of me? I didn't make y'all wait so long this time! I think this is a record for me! Anyways, serious author's note this time. BW readers will notice, beginning with this chapter, a lot of religious themes in the story, especially in parts concerning Duo and Usagi. First of all, there are religious themes in Sailormoon that Takeuchi Naoko purposefully put there, and I am merely following her creation. As for Duo, those of you who know about his past might understand this more than others. Those of you who don't know about his past, feel free to email me and ask. I just felt a need to examine Duo's spirituality in this fanfic. And I do believe, no matter what he may have said when he was seven (::wink::) that he does have a spiritual side other than simply saying that he's Shinigami. My point in all of this rambling is this: please don't be offended. I'm not doing it to offend anyone. I'm doing it . . . well . . . because I want to.

DISCLAIMER: You all know that neither Sailormoon nor Gundam Wing belong to me. ::sigh:: So just go on and read already.



Broken Wing - Chapter Three



The girl called him Trowa. She said that she was his sister, that he belonged with her in the circus, and his name was Trowa. He didn't know whether she was right or not. The name meant nothing to him. It was merely something to call himself so that he wouldn't be Nanashi: No Name. Yet . . . somehow Nanashi sounded right. More so than Trowa. The girl, Katherine was her own name, was kind and loving but there was a fierceness to her love that almost frightened him.
The boy called Trowa paused for a moment to remember that night nearly a week ago. It had been raining, and he'd been cold and wet and confused. She'd called him by that name, speaking to him cheerfully, not realizing that he didn't know her. He didn't even know himself. When at last she'd discovered his amnesia she took him home with her to the circus. Everyone here knew him as Trowa, so he had to believe that he'd been here before.
"Katherine," he called, walking from the tent with clown costume in hand.
"Yes, Trowa?" Her voice was odd: sharper, angry. Trowa recognized the voice she used when protecting him. He stepped from the tent to look on at his sister and the person she was speaking to.
He saw a tall woman with a long cascade of green black hair and dark skin. When she saw him she smiled, and her maroon eyes flashed in a manner that made him want to move away from her. She wasn't normal; he knew that much. She was something so much more than normal.
"Trowa Barton," she said and took a step towards him. Katherine moved in front of her to block her way.
"Stop it! He's been through enough! He doesn't need you coming here and taking him into more danger, and I won't let you do it!" Katherine glared angrily at the stranger, who didn't even look at her, but straight at Trowa. He stared into those maroon eyes and knew beyond a doubt that this woman was not here to harm him. Not only that, but if she planned to take him away then he would go. He had to. "Did you hear me?!?"
Trowa blinked when Katherine's voice interrupted his reverie. Looking again at the stranger he saw nothing special about her. Her pale blue dress pants and lavender blouse were both quite ordinary, as were her maroon-black shoes. She gave a large smile and extended a hand towards him
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Trowa."
"I . . . um . . ." he stopped, unable to complete the thought and angry because of it. A feeling of inadequacy fell over him and the sense that he had never been at a loss of words before. He should have known what to say. He always knew what to say. So he lifted his hand to take hers in amends for being so verbally clumsy and was aware of Katherine's steely eyes on him.
"If it would be alright, I would like to speak to you alone-"
"No!" Trowa's sister, who was tall but not quite as tall as this stranger, charged forward and batted the woman's hand from his in fury. "I know that if you talk to him you'll try to convince him to leave! He shouldn't go anywhere, he needs to stay right here! Hasn't he suffered enough for one so young? Isn't he in enough pain as it is?"
Observing the stranger, Trowa saw anger and annoyance spark in her maroon eyes. She wanted to do something. There was some act that she wanted to do that would affect Katherine. But she stopped herself, as he saw in the taming of that spark.
"I'm sorry," he began in a voice that he wasn't certain was really his, for it sounded too emotional, "but you've upset my sister. I won't speak with you."
But I will . . .
Somehow he knew that no matter how much Katherine raged, and how he might try to pacify her by saying he wouldn't go . . . he would. He would speak with this woman and where ever she wanted to take him he would go. He had nothing to lose. The circus was quiet and safe, but there was nothing to learn here. He loved Katherine, but she was not enough. He needed to know who he truly was, what had happened to him, and why he felt himself drawn to something that was far away from himself. This woman could tell him, or take him to a place where he would know.
Trowa turned away from her, but not before he saw the knowing glitter in her maroon orbs. She knew just as well as he did that this would not be their last meeting.

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Quatre's eyes were dull as he stared through the dirty window. Surrounding him, placed on the walls, were photographs of the various skylines and landscapes of Earth. Not long ago he had found them all so beautiful, so intriguing. Whoever had built this base had known that, for these things were here when he arrived, along with the intricately decorated teacups that he so loved to drink from. He paid them no mind, however, merely watched the horizon outside as if any moment he might be able to see the silhouette of a tall boy walking towards the base. At that thought new tears sprang into his eyes and he lowered his head to nestle in his crossed arms.
Duo, who stood just outside the slightly opened door, frowned and backed away silently. He knew something was wrong with Quatre, but the boy had refused to speak to anyone for the past week. The young Winner sat and stared and ate when he really had to then sat and stared some more.
Come on, Quatre, what is it? Why won't you talk at least to me?
Out of the four boys, two groups had formed. Hiiro and Wufei were more concerned about seeing what they could get from this place before the woman came, because they were convinced that once that happened they would have to run or kill her or both. Duo and Quatre were less concerned with the woman and more concerned with trying to form friendships, or at least shaky alliances, with their fellow pilots. Well . . . Quatre would be if he weren't so depressed.
Duo sighed and scratched his head, trying to decide what he needed to do about his sullen companion. He had a feeling that if a fight should break out between the four of them it would be the other two against him and the blonde. They were just too stoic and battle driven. Duo liked a good battle himself, but only when it was necessary. He felt that the Gundam pilots really were fighting to obtain peace and that they needed to band together, not separate according to which people thought alike.
Quietly, so as not to disturb Quatre and whatever thoughts he may have been contemplating, Duo walked away from the doorway and into his own room.
Inside were bookshelves filled with books of mythology, and even a Bible. He knew that most people wouldn't consider him the literary type, and normally he wasn't. But mythology had always interested him. He was, after all, Shinigami, God of Death. Somehow the builder had known about this interest. But what really disturbed him was that the person had also known about his past, or the Bible would not have been there. Gently he ran a hand down the selection of books, his finger lingering on the black bound book of the Christian faith.
Father . . . Sister Helen . . . you tried so very hard to make me believe in your God of mercy and love. Where was He when you were killed?
He remembered only one of the Bible verses they had taught him so many years ago. "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life."
Everlasting life my ass.
Duo smirked and pulled out the book of Greek myths, leaving the Bible neglected on the shelf.


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Setsuna waited with crossed arms outside of the circus tent. She debated with herself whether to wait for him in her civilian clothing, or to transform and greet Trowa as Sailorpluto. In normal dress she wouldn't unnerve him as much as she might in her fuku, but as Sailorpluto she at least would not have to give him her real name. She sighed and tilted her head upwards, fully expecting to see a sky full of stars. Instead there was only the cold steel ceiling of the colony, its lights dimmed to simulate nighttime. She sighed. Such a sight was depressing. How did these people live without ever seeing the stars?
"You're here."
Setsuna turned, a small gasp issuing from her throat. Trowa was standing there, and she had not heard him approach. His natural feline silence was one thing that had not been lost with his memories.
"Yes," she replied simply, turning to face him completely. Over his shoulder was a pack, apparently filled with things needed for travel.
"I know that you've come to take me away from here. Katherine won't be happy, but I have to go with you. You know who I really am, don't you?"
"Yes, I know."
"Will you tell me?"
"No. Not yet."
"Then we should get going."
Setsuna nodded and turned away. She walked and he followed. It was going to be a long, silent trip.


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Usagi watched the television intently as the news crew attempted to get closer to the fight. For the past ten minutes she had been glued to the television, watching her friends and her love battle the youma on their own. At first the Senshi had been winning, but then the youma got the upper hand. Every few minutes the tide would turn and one side or the other would seem to be victorious only to be caught off guard. This uncertainty was driving Usagi crazy with fear and worry.
"Usagi, when did you become so interested in the news?" asked her mother as she sat down. The older woman smiled good-naturedly at her daughter, completely oblivious to the worry in the girl's blue eyes.
"Huh? Oh . . . I . . . I'm not. It's just that this is the Sailor Senshi. And look," she pointed to the screen in an attempt to draw her mother's attention away from the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes, "Sailormoon isn't with them."
"She isn't?" Ikuko turned her curious gaze to the television and looked on in quiet confusion, giving Usagi time to think.
A week had passed since her abdicating of her position as Sailormoon. A week in which the Senshi had fought three battles, this one being the third, without her. The previous two had been closer than Usagi would have liked, ending with Sailorvenus nearly breaking an arm. This one looked no better. Oh, what had she been thinking? What on Earth or the Moon had caused her to utter those words? Oddly enough she didn't remember now.
"Look, it's over," said her mother, and Usagi broke from her thoughts to sigh in relief. The Senshi had won. Sailorvenus was holding her still tender arm and Tuxedokamen was limping but they were all alive and that was all that Usagi cared about.
"This is the third battle in a week that you've fought without Sailormoon," shouted one of the reporters, shoving a microphone into Sailormars' face, "Is there any truth to the rumor that Sailormoon is no longer fighting?"
"No," replied Mars, her teeth clenched, "Rumors are rarely true, and the media would do well to remember that!" Tuxedokamen stepped forward and put an arm out before Sailormars to keep her from punching the reporter.
"Sailormoon is taking a much needed rest," he spoke into the mikes, "until she is ready again for battle the rest of the Senshi and I will protect Tokyo. That's all." With that statement he and the four girls walked away, ignoring the probing questions that were being thrown at them.
Usagi sighed and flopped back onto the couch, emotionally exhausted from the strain of watching her friends fight without her.
"Usagi, are you alright?"
She glanced up to see her mother looking at her with worried eyes. With much effort Usagi sat up and put on her usual smile.
"Yup, mom, I'm fine! Completely and totally fine, nothing at all wrong with me! I think I'll go to Rei-chan's for a while. BYYYIIIIEEEE!!"
"Good-" Ikuko was cut off as her daughter dashed from the couch and out the door.
I'm sorry guys, Usagi thought as she darted down the street, I don't know why I'm doing this anymore . . . all I know is that I have to do this.


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"Dammit, where the hell is she?"
Hiiro didn't even glance up from his laptop as Duo stormed into the room, braid swishing behind him as he stomped. Duo angrily kicked one of the tall bookshelves that lined three of the walls in the large living room. There was also a fireplace, but he had already kicked a brick and found that it was not a pleasant sensation. The wood was a bit softer, but not by much. He cursed loudly as his toe throbbed.
"It's been a week," he continued, "and she hasn't come back! She told us she'd be here and she'd bring help!"
"It was a lie," Hiiro commented, still tapping away on the keys, "She's not coming."
"I don't think so, Hiiro. If it were a lie, why would she bother to free us? It would be a complete waste of her time to break Wufei and I out of Lunar Base and bring you and Quatre here if she doesn't have some sort of plan for us."
Hiiro paused, then looked up at Duo with an eyebrow raised, as if surprised that the long haired boy could come up with such a logical and well thought out statement. Then the moment passed as without further comment Hiiro dipped his head again and focused on the laptop. Duo sighed.
Wufei appeared suddenly in the doorway, arms crossed, mouth formed into that ever- familiar frown they all had become accustomed to. He was unhappy about something.
"I just discovered a sixth bedroom."
"Oh?" Duo asked, not even attempting to feign interest in anything other than his throbbing toe.
"It's in another part of the base than ours, that's why I didn't find it before."
"So? What's the big deal? It's probably for that woman; she most likely will stay here with us."
"I don't think so," Wufei grumbled, "she doesn't seem like fuzzy white bunnies and pink sheets type to me."
Duo blinked when he realized what the boy said, and then lifted his head. Hiiro also stared at Wufei in a stoic sort of disbelief. Fuzzy white bunnies and pink sheets? Duo glanced to Hiiro, who in turn passed the look on to Wufei, and he merely shrugged.
In a few moments the three of them, thanks to Duo's insistence, were standing outside of the bedroom. This was the most well kept of the six, and it was unquestionably a room for a young girl, probably around the age of seven or eight from the looks of it, possibly even as old as ten. But no self-respecting teenage girl would like a room that looked like it had been drenched in Pepto Bismal. At least Duo hoped not. Hiiro stood in the center of the floor, indifferent eyes taking in all of the girly details.
"It's a room for a girl," he finally declared. Duo groaned.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," he commented sarcastically, "Of course it's a room for a girl! Unless you wear pink pajamas to bed, Hiiro." Duo gestured towards said pink pajamas which rested comfortably on the edge of the bed as if waiting patiently for their owner. Hiiro looked as if a scowl were attempting to curl his lips. Duo grinned. "Hey, maybe she's gonna bring Relena here!"
Hiiro stopped dead at the mention of Relena Darlian/Peacecraft. Duo swore later that the boy even paled by a couple of shades. Either way there was a flash of something akin to fear in Hiiro's eyes, and bordering on another emotion. Remembering how it had been Relena's voice that stopped Hiiro's attempted suicide at the Alliance military hospital, Duo was suddenly sorry that he had brought her name into the conversation. He didn't know what went on between those two, but whatever it was it was strong, and secret.
"I don't think this is Relena's style either," Hiiro finally said. His voice was as monotone and apathetic as usual, but there was the sense that this time he had to fight to maintain that unemotional tone. Another moment passed where he seemed to be staring past the objects in the room and into a memory, but soon it was gone and Hiiro proceeded out of the room without another word.
"Who is Relena?" Wufei inquired.
"Don't ask, my friend, just don't ask."



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Usagi stopped when she reached the doorway of Rei's bedroom and peered inside. Her friends sat within nursing wounds and talking about battle strategies and how best to catch the enemy next time. Her blue eyes filled with tears at the sight and she fought down a guilty sob.
"Usagi-chan!" Ami waved, seeing her friend and princess standing in the door, "Come inside, Mako-chan brought cookies earlier."
"Yeah," Makoto grinned and flushed, "They're a new experiment of mine, so they might not taste as good as usual."
"What are you talking about?" Minako asked, stuffing a cookie in her mouth even as Ami rebandaged her arm, "They're great!"
"How would we know?" Rei asked grumpily, whacking Minako on the back of the head with a random manga, "You've eaten almost all of them!"
Usagi said nothing, grateful and guilty at the same time that they were trying to act normal for her benefit, so she wouldn't feel responsible for their near defeat.
"Come on in, Usako," Mamoru smiled gently at her and motioned for her to sit beside him. Usagi took a few steps inside before she fell to her knees and released the sobs that had been fighting their way up since she left her home. Immediately two sets of arms went around her: Mamoru's and Rei's.
"Usagi!"
"Usako!"
Usagi tried to speak, to tell them she knew it was all her fault, that she shouldn't have been so rash, and she would fight with them next time. No words came out, however. She could not tell them what she wanted to. It was as if some force had reached into her throat and tightened its hand to prevent her speech. All that she managed to say was a choked, "Gomen nasai." For a long five minutes there was silence in the group as all took a turn at comforting their princess. But none really knew what to say, for her grief was obviously over their injuries, and her guilt, but she would say nothing. She would not take back her words and be their leader again. She would not fight. How could they comfort her when she would not do what they all felt she needed to do?
At long last Usagi stood on shaking legs and turned away from them, running from the temple. All shot about a look that said 'Leave her alone, she needs time to think.'
Outside it was misting pleasantly, just enough rain to make the day seem mysterious but not dismal. The concrete was not even completely covered yet as Usagi ran over the grey surface. Tears trailed the expanse of her cheeks, but still she found she could not say the words she wanted out loud, even though she was far from her friends. She ran with her head down, eyes closed to fight back the tears.
Inevitably, she ran into someone. The force of the impact knocked her back and to the ground. She mumbled her apologies under her breath, not looking up to see who she was speaking to.
"It's alright, Usako."
Her breath caught instantly in her throat at the voice. She knew it, and she knew the nickname, but Mamoru was in the temple in the other direction. This person could not be Mamoru, yet it sounded like him and not only had he known her name, but the name that only Mamoru called her. Slowly she lifted her eyes to take in first the man's sneakers, then his blue jeans, then his deep, royal purple dress shirt. At last her eyes found his face and she gasped.
It was indeed Mamoru, only older and world wizened. The face she so loved looked back on her with the familiar kindness from eyes that had seen much, much more than her Mamoru could ever have imagined.
"NeoKing Endymion . . ."
He nodded, a small, amused smile curling his lips upward. Silently he bent down and offered her a hand. Equally silent, Usagi took the hand and allowed him to help her up. They stood there a moment, neither of them speaking, until both spoke at the same time.
"What are you-"
"It's good to-"
They stopped again, and Endymion motioned for her to speak first.
"What are you doing here?"
"Setsuna sent me," he answered, and she noticed the tint of purple in his once black hair. She wondered to herself if she would ever get used to that when her own Mamoru's hair changed. He seemed to follow her gaze, for he gave a small laugh.
"It took me awhile to get used to Serenity's silver hair," he said in a round about answer to her unspoken question. She smiled, then stood up straight.
"Why did Setsuna send you here? Why didn't she come herself?"
He sighed and gestured for her to follow him as he turned away and began walking. Usagi paused, then nearly hopped forward in order to catch up with the older man.
"Setsuna is . . . busy . . . with other things. She will need you soon, but she cannot come to get you herself. She thought that sending your future self would be not only too awkward, but too dangerous. She's afraid that Serenity will talk too much about the events that will take place. So she asked me to come and take you to Crystal Tokyo to wait for her."
"You don't know about what's going to happen?"
"I know. You-Serenity-told me about them long ago. Setsuna just trusts me not to tell you about them."
"Oh."
The two walked on a while in silence. Endymion apparently knew, perhaps warned by his wife, that her questions were not over, for he didn't suggest that they leave quite yet. Usagi tilted her head back and looked up into the sky before asking her next carefully formulated question.
"I'm not staying in Crystal Tokyo, am I?"
Endymion blinked and looked down at her, as if shocked that she was capable of forming such a coherent and sensible question. Or perhaps he was surprised that she knew the truth.
"No, you aren't. You'll be waiting there until Setsuna comes to take you to your final destination."
"She sent you from Crystal Tokyo instead of the actual time she needs me in so that I won't learn too much about my future." Usagi grinned as Endymion stared at her in speechless, stunned silence. She acted as if she were buffing her nails on her shirt with a confident expression. His shock melted away into laughter as he nodded.
"True. You know more about Setsuna than she thinks. She'll have to be careful or you may learn all of her secrets."
"Who says I don't?" she asked with a smirk. Endymion laughed again and the setting sun glanced off of his hair, turning it even more purple than before. Usagi decided that she could get to like the hair if she had to.
"Well, Usako, it's time to go."
"I figured as much," she sighed as Endymion brought out the little golden time key and her world fell out from beneath her.


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Hiiro stared at the flashing screen. There were words there, instructions, news, junk mail, he didn't know. He didn't see the words. He saw kind sea blue eyes smiling at him and silken shining hair that was so light a brown to almost be blonde.
Hiiro . . .
Her voice invaded his thoughts without permission, blocking out all conviction he had to do what he knew he must. He had to kill her, that was obvious. She knew too much about him and his mission.
His mission.
Hiiro frowned.
What was his mission now? OZ was in control in space and in almost all places on Earth, save for Sanch Kingdom. That was why this base was safe from OZ. It was so close to Sanch and so buried in forest that it would never be discovered unless someone had knowledge of its existence. So the four pilots waited not so complacently for their mysterious benefactor to decide her presence was necessary and finally show up. They waited, missionless.
It made Hiiro uneasy.
Without a specific task, a purpose, Hiiro didn't know what to do with himself. Since childhood he'd always know what his purpose was, he'd always had something to do, to occupy his mind, to keep himself from feeling the full extent of the emotions he claimed were so important. Now, he had nothing. Only the laptop, which gave him only thin comfort in its electronic depths. It had nothing to give him in the way of direction or duty. It had no lips with which to speak, or ears to hear his complaints, or arms to wrap around him in solace . . .
He snapped the laptop shut with a suddenness that frightened even himself. What was he thinking? Wanting someone to talk to, to listen, to hug? Those thoughts were silly and without purpose. Hiiro would have sighed if it were within his power. Instead he merely rose from his seat and walked over to the door, taking a step into the main hallway.
There was no warning.
Quatre shot past the doorway, nearly knocking Hiiro over on his way out. Behind the blonde boy ran Duo, who looked as puzzled as Hiiro felt. Not far after was Wufei, whose face was locked into that serious expression that Hiiro appreciated. One could only stand so much of Duo's cheerfulness, after all, without another sedate person around to balance things out.
"What's happened," he asked Wufei as he fell into line behind the dark haired boy.
"I don't really know. Quatre suddenly ran from his room exclaiming something about Trowa."
Hiiro lifted an eyebrow in was for him translated as shock. Trowa? The tall boy who'd been hiding in OZ? The one whom Quatre had killed? Of course Hiiro had know the entire time what was bothering Quatre. He might have told Duo, had the braided one asked. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have. He did like to see Duo annoyed.
Outside Duo, Wufei, and Hiiro successively stopped as Quatre halted, staring into the distance. At first there was nothing to be seen and Hiiro wondered if the boy's imagination might have been playing tricks on his tired mind.
"TROWA!" Quatre exclaimed, thrusting a hand into the air in an exultant wave. Tears pooled on his bottom eyelids, quivering as they prepared to fall. Hiiro turned his own gaze to the horizon, where just then a figure appeared walking towards them. Then another frame followed it, this one taller with long hair. He knew who that one was, though he kept silent about that knowledge.
Duo reached forward to try and stop Quatre, but the blonde moved too quickly and was too determined. He launched towards the two people, the other three following close behind. It took only a few moments for them to reach their guests, and Quatre immediately threw his arms around Trowa's waist and hugged the tall boy, sobbing into the dark sweater.
"I thought I'd killed you! I'm sorry, Trowa! I'm so sorry!"
Trowa was quiet for a moment, looking down at the weeping younger boy. He didn't raise his arms to wrap them about Quatre, or offer any sort of consolation. Hiiro was about to speak when Trowa looked up at the woman who they all recognized as the woman who'd sent them here, and spoke.
"Who is he? Do I know him?"
Quatre's slowing, hiccuping sobs were the only thing that broke the silence that followed. Gradually Quatre's thin arms fell from around Trowa and he backed up, wide, hurting blue eyes staring into the tall boy's face.
"What? Trowa?"
"Yes, Trowa," the woman answered the long passed question, "you know him. This is Quatre. You met him not long ago. Don't worry, you'll remember soon enough." She turned to the waiting four, "Trowa lost his memories in the explosion of the Va8. It's only temporary, but he will need your help for a while. Especially you, Quatre," she smiled kindly, "You've got to be strong for him."
Quatre nodded, not even noticing the condescending tone she was using, as if he were a small boy she must make understand a complicated issue. His eyes, now overflowing with tears, were locked on the confused Trowa, who stared at them from beneath his reddish-brown bangs. The woman gently pushed him forward, towards his fellow pilots. The five tossed glances about the group, and it felt once more as if they were all meeting for the first time. The group dynamics had just been changed and none of them could say that they really liked the feeling. Except for perhaps Quatre.
"Will you be staying?" Wufei asked, doubtless with the sixth room in mind.
"No," she answered, and Wufei glanced in Hiiro's direction, "I must go and find the last person who will join you. It will be another week or so before I'll be able to return. Until then I suggest you five get to know each other well. You will be counting on each other more than you ever dreamed you'd rely on anyone."
Quatre nodded again, this time with a bright smile on his young face. He grabbed Trowa by the hand and led the boy towards the base. Duo shrugged towards Wufei and Hiiro, then turned and followed, beginning to chatter about something or another.
Hiiro stepped forward.
"What are you planning for us?"
The woman paused then sighed. Her maroon eyes, burdened with a sadness centuries older than she could possibly be, unnerved him.
"I plan nothing for you except a future, Hiiro."
With that cryptic answer she turned and walked away, her long hair swishing behind her.
Hiiro looked to Wufei and the two shared in that moment the same thought.
I don't like this.


End Chapter Three