His father had given him up; put him in the hands of this strange man. The man, called J, insisted on re-naming him. Father had said it's for the best, that he could no longer keep him safe from people who would exploit him. He missed his house, his friends. He wanted to go home.

"Always remember, you are weak now. But I will make you strong, and you will become powerful enough to be a barer. This is a gift that I am giving you, and you must always be grateful. Come, and I will teach you the ways of the Reflection Samurai."

Fire, everywhere. The building was burning around him and he couldn't find anyone. Sister Helen was dead, he knew that. He'd seen her get crushed by a falling pillar. But he was so small, even as the biggest of the boys he wasn't strong enough to help. Tripping, he fell down and his clothes caught fire. It crackled and burned and it seared at the flesh of his stomach. Crying out in anguish, the boy began to glow. On the other side of the city an old man with mushroom shaped hair stiffened, and then smiled.

The brown haired boy opened his eyes slowly, confused. Where was he? Who was he? A man was leaning over him, looking concerned. He asked if he was alright, but the words were jumbled in his ears. Pain throbbed in his head, and the boy reached up to touch the spot, wincing and pulling back fingers covered in blood. Finally he managed to force sound through his lips, and he hoped he'd said that he couldn't remember. The man just leaned over and picked him up, carrying him away.

A small boy with blonde hair and blue eyes looked up at his keeper, Rashid. Something was happening; he'd been caught using his power and he'd expected to be punished. His father had said he would be if he ever did it again. But instead Rashid had taken him to meet this strange man. He was a smart child; he had to be as a politician's son. He understood something was happening, and that his Father didn't know, but he was barely seven years old. It would change his life, though. He knew that.

The small child bowed before his new master. His grandmother has told him that he needed to be strong for his clan, that he had to be strong enough to be worthy of marrying. He would work hard, very hard, and the Long clan would be honored to have him marry one of their own. It was his duty, and he would succeed at all costs.

She cried. Her parents were dead, her brother missing, and she had to leave behind her friends and life. She didn't want to, she wanted to stay. But Nana said it was for her own good, that if she didn't leave she would have to go where mommy and daddy were, and she wouldn't be able to look for her brother. So she stayed quiet in the trunk of Nana's car and cried herself to sleep.

Relena Darlin gripped the glowing jewel tightly in her hand. She had found it not three days ago, and then this happens. The boy in the strange silver and bronze armor was fighting someone- something- to protect her. When he beat them he made to run, and something pulled inside her at the thought.

"Wait!" He paused, stiff, and turned his cold blue eyes on her. Relena hesitated, and then opened her palm to let the light of the crystal seep through her fingers. She didn't know what the gem was, but some deep instinct told her that there was a connection between the crystal and this boy. He rounded on her as soon as he saw the light and grabbed her arm.

"Quickly." He told her, and then led her away.

He was the Stealth Samurai, but no matter what he did he could not hide from this foe. He had run from the other Zodiacs, eluded them, but Arctic's virtue was Veil, and he could see through his tricks. Out of breath and out of energy Duo turned to face the Artic Zodiac.

"What's this Hellfire? No more running? Then it's time for me to destroy your armor." Duo slid his faceplate back, and then smiled wickedly at Zechs.

"Our opinions differ, but I guess we can't agree on everything." Then the Samurai whistled a loud, high pitched note. Seconds later a large black panther skidded to a halt in front of him. "Get 'im, Deathscythe."

The people here were strange, but no stranger than he was. The ringmaster inquired of his abilities, and Trowa did his best to impress his new boss. It couldn't be a cover if he wasn't actually in the circus. Coming down from the wire he found several people were clapping. The ringmaster gave him the job on the spot. A woman approached him.

"That was incredible." She remarked. "My name is Catherine."

"Trowa." She smiled and started to show him around, introducing him to his new comrades and showing him his bunk.

"You don't talk much, do you?" She considered him, up and down. "You know, you seem really familiar. Have we met before?"

"No." And he could not leave her presence fast enough.

Polished black dress shoes slipped on the ice and Quatre Winner fell back with a terrified cry. A shout of triumph rang from above him. He didn't know why he was being attacked, but he knew it had something to do with the aqua orb passed to him before his master had vanished. Everything strange seemed to revolve around that.

As the weapon of his attacker swung down, Quatre threw up arms protected only by his expensive suit. When the weapon hit them, however, it did not sink into vulnerable flesh. Instead it hit metal with a clang. Quatre's opponent looked surprised to see aqua and bronze through the rip in his clothes. The blonde boy gazed solemnly up, suit melting into sub-armor.

"I know more than you think." And he attacked.

Dozens of men in suits of armor stormed the quiet house. Wufei, frazzled and unprepared, did his best to fend off the strange beings. He new wife was a controlled storm at his side, cutting through the horde with an ease Wufei wished he could obtain. The large house was rocked by an explosion, originating from somewhere on the other side.

"Go!" Meiran yelled to him, ducking a sword. Wufei skirted his attackers, wielding his own katana with a deadly accuracy. He encountered his master on the way. Master O was staggering and bloodied. Concerned, Wufei went to him. The old man clasped him on the shoulder, grinning.

"Took them all out with me." He confided in the boy before shoving something into Wufei's grasp. It was a large marble like object. "It should be years before you're ready for this, but time has caught up with me." His breaths were now labored, and his Master leaned heavily on the wall. "Remember your destiny, boy." And the man died.

Somewhere behind him, Meiran screemed.

Alright, I know it's disjointed, but it's just the overview of their lives before they meet up. And all of their armor names and everything will be revealed when each is itroduced. Tell me if you're interested.

TS