Prologue
She looked so young…and yet she wasn't. She was 19 years old, but she looked 15. Not a bad thing, but it definitely made her appear naïve and fragile…until you looked at her eyes. They were the eyes of the ancient, the ones who have seen too much too young. Which wasn't surprising all things considered.
Chapter 1
Heero glared at Duo's retreating back in frustration before glancing down at the oblong shape in his hand. "What was this?" he thought. The braided baka had simply handed it to him and walked off without explaining. It looked like it might hold a necklace case, but why would Duo give him a necklace?
Heero cautiously opened the box, half-expecting it to explode into some form of joke or another. To his surprise nothing happened. Instead of holding some silly object or note it contained a tiny silver cross on a chain.
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Duo hurried off to deliver his next "present". He could only hope that Heero would wear the cross but not discover its little addition's. Duo smiled briefly at the memory of the shocked look on Heero's face as he'd handed him the case. He probably thought it was some sort of practical joke. Duo shrugged mentally. So long as he wore the cross he didn't care what Heero thought.
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She was absorbed in the grace of the creature's movements. The last of their kind, the Sargasso, they were beautiful. They were an odd breed of horse, almost mythical in appearance. With flowing tails and manes as well as a slender physic the Sargasso were faster than the now extinct cheetah. At first glance the Sargasso appear to be nothing more than black and white horses.
As you looked closer little things begin to pop out at you. They had silver hooves for one. Supposed experts would insist they were light gray (as if that weren't unusual enough) but she knew they were silver. The white horse would also begin to appear more silvery than white. Certainly they would be the whitest horse you'd ever find. The blacks would strike you as being a true black, not the deep brown of most "black" horses. As you watched them move you would become more aware of their unusual intelligence and kindness.
All she beheld was hers, a little piece of a lost paradise.
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Wufei glanced at the cross he held in his hand. Why had Duo given him a cross? Duo knew that Wufei didn't believe in his God. Perhaps this was Duo's obscure form of a friendship gift. Wufei shrugged. He would wear the cross, but only because Duo had given it to him.
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Trowa gripped the bar tightly as he swung around it. As he released the bar to land cat-like on the ground, he frowned at the unaccustomed weight around his neck. The cross Duo had given him was tiny and light…but it was more obvious to a trained soldier and acrobat like himself. He wondered what had prompted the gift.
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Quatre lightly drew his bow across the strings of his violin. Sensing a faint resonance from nearby, he frowned. What could that be? He glanced around the room and his eyes feel on the box Duo had given him.
Quatre put down his violin and walked across the room. Picking up the box he took a deep breath. Carefully opening the box Quatre gasped at what he saw. The tiny cross was beautiful. It would explain the faint resonance all right.
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Duo entered his quarters and sighed. He had done all he could; it was up to the other pilots to wear the crosses. Getting out his laptop he hesitated before opening a file named "CPS" or "Cross Positioning Satellite". He had given every pilot, his four best friends, a cross with a tiny tracker in the center. It was unlikely friends or enemies alike would ever notice it. Of course the trackers would only work when brought into contact with his friends unique DNA patterns. The tracking program would be useless without him there to use it though.
Duo activated the program and grinned as five colored lights appeared. He was black, Wufei was blue, Trowa was red, Quatre was yellow, and Heero was green. They were all wearing their crosses. Maybe now Duo would be able to hold onto his friends for longer.
She looked so young…and yet she wasn't. She was 19 years old, but she looked 15. Not a bad thing, but it definitely made her appear naïve and fragile…until you looked at her eyes. They were the eyes of the ancient, the ones who have seen too much too young. Which wasn't surprising all things considered.
Chapter 1
Heero glared at Duo's retreating back in frustration before glancing down at the oblong shape in his hand. "What was this?" he thought. The braided baka had simply handed it to him and walked off without explaining. It looked like it might hold a necklace case, but why would Duo give him a necklace?
Heero cautiously opened the box, half-expecting it to explode into some form of joke or another. To his surprise nothing happened. Instead of holding some silly object or note it contained a tiny silver cross on a chain.
˜µ™
Duo hurried off to deliver his next "present". He could only hope that Heero would wear the cross but not discover its little addition's. Duo smiled briefly at the memory of the shocked look on Heero's face as he'd handed him the case. He probably thought it was some sort of practical joke. Duo shrugged mentally. So long as he wore the cross he didn't care what Heero thought.
˜µ™
She was absorbed in the grace of the creature's movements. The last of their kind, the Sargasso, they were beautiful. They were an odd breed of horse, almost mythical in appearance. With flowing tails and manes as well as a slender physic the Sargasso were faster than the now extinct cheetah. At first glance the Sargasso appear to be nothing more than black and white horses.
As you looked closer little things begin to pop out at you. They had silver hooves for one. Supposed experts would insist they were light gray (as if that weren't unusual enough) but she knew they were silver. The white horse would also begin to appear more silvery than white. Certainly they would be the whitest horse you'd ever find. The blacks would strike you as being a true black, not the deep brown of most "black" horses. As you watched them move you would become more aware of their unusual intelligence and kindness.
All she beheld was hers, a little piece of a lost paradise.
˜µ™
Wufei glanced at the cross he held in his hand. Why had Duo given him a cross? Duo knew that Wufei didn't believe in his God. Perhaps this was Duo's obscure form of a friendship gift. Wufei shrugged. He would wear the cross, but only because Duo had given it to him.
˜µ™
Trowa gripped the bar tightly as he swung around it. As he released the bar to land cat-like on the ground, he frowned at the unaccustomed weight around his neck. The cross Duo had given him was tiny and light…but it was more obvious to a trained soldier and acrobat like himself. He wondered what had prompted the gift.
˜µ™
Quatre lightly drew his bow across the strings of his violin. Sensing a faint resonance from nearby, he frowned. What could that be? He glanced around the room and his eyes feel on the box Duo had given him.
Quatre put down his violin and walked across the room. Picking up the box he took a deep breath. Carefully opening the box Quatre gasped at what he saw. The tiny cross was beautiful. It would explain the faint resonance all right.
˜µ™
Duo entered his quarters and sighed. He had done all he could; it was up to the other pilots to wear the crosses. Getting out his laptop he hesitated before opening a file named "CPS" or "Cross Positioning Satellite". He had given every pilot, his four best friends, a cross with a tiny tracker in the center. It was unlikely friends or enemies alike would ever notice it. Of course the trackers would only work when brought into contact with his friends unique DNA patterns. The tracking program would be useless without him there to use it though.
Duo activated the program and grinned as five colored lights appeared. He was black, Wufei was blue, Trowa was red, Quatre was yellow, and Heero was green. They were all wearing their crosses. Maybe now Duo would be able to hold onto his friends for longer.