A girl about the age of 16 walked up to a tent she carried with her a long black bag. Catherine walked past
the girl an stopped and looked at her. The girl looked at Catherine then around once again. Her brown
hair was pulled back and her brown eyes gave of an icey look.
Catherine ran to Trowa and told him of the strange girl. Trowa quickly and easily found her. "Excuse me
Miss can I help you?" Trowa walked up to the girl and she smiled slightly "Trowa Barton I was begging to
think that she did tell you." the girl spoke her voice had no emotion in it.
"Do I know you?" He looked at the smaller girl. Another taller woman ran up to the girl but only handed
her something then the sliver haired woman left just as quickly as she came. "Ah Quatre's on his way as
well. Entertain me till I find a new playmate." the girl tossed as sword towards Trowa to use. "or would
you prefer a gun?" she teased as Trowa lifted the sword.
Catherine ran towards them "Stop Trowa don't fight!" Trowa looked at the sword then to the girl "At least
tell me your name." she got into a fighting stance. "Fuujin. You don't remember me Mister Barton?" she
smiled as charged towards him.
They fraught and Trowa never sent an attack towards her only parried her attacks. "FIGHT ME!" she
hisses as a quick sing in her left arm could be felt she smiled. "Good Mister Barton good now finnish the
fight." She smiled in pain as he dropped the sword "No the fights over." he turned and began to walk
away. She charged at him then quickly dropped her sword as Catherine thrusted the outer one into
Fuujin's chest.
"Catherine!" Trowa rushed to the fallen warriors side "Call the ambulance now!" Fuujin smiled and shook
her head. "This ......... is ............ what ............... I ........... came .......... here .......... for." she said gasping
for air he quickly pulled the sword from her wound and put as much pressure on her trying not to hurt
her. "I'm....... not............ glass............ I............. won't.......... brake................easily." she gasped then
coughed up some blood. "But why?" Trowa asked almost scared to hear her answer.
She didn't reply but looked at him and paced his blood covered hand on her face then closed her eyes.
"Sometimes people lose what they fight for, sometimes their led to beleave that their life has no meaning,
sometimes it's just to be set free." The sliver haired woman spoke softly as she looked at Trowa then to the
medics running towards them. "She doesn't have anything or one to fight for or with. She's a lost soul
with no true name, face, personality, or life. She is a warrior with no war to fight. Maybe that's why she
came back." The sliver haired woman knelt down and whispered something to Fuujin. They both nodded.
She didn't move, she didn't think, she didn't breath, she didn't fight the darkness that washed over her.
She was cold it was getting so cold would this end it all would they let her end it so easily?
~¤~AUTHOR'S NOTE~¤~
I do not own any of the GW chars and don't ask were this fic came from I don't even know. In a way it
confuses me too so your not alone.