Disclaimers: Don't own them, don't sue me.

Author's Notes: This is a weird fic but it's my muse's fault!!!!! Well I really like the idea of this epic or saga. Hitomi Toshihiko's helping me to write it. So be nice even if you don't like me. Ok now in the begginning it might seems like a 2x3 *shudders* but it's a 1x2. It's kinda of like a revenge fic if the authoress that I'm intending this to is reading. *deathglare to her mysterious rival* It's not AnimeCat cause I'm planning to ask her to help me write this. Ok anyone wanna vote on another name for Relena cause I need one!!! It'll spoil the plot if I tell you but please give me suggestions. Enjoy and R&R (in case you don't know what R&R means cause non of you guys has been reviewing it's Read&Review!)

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Angel's Slave

I don't want to go to heaven.
I would rather stay in the livings' world.
Maybe,
You would backens me.
Maybe,
Somewhere in the next life,
You would wait for me...
Angel's Slave

The normaly busy beach was suddenly empty. The hotel across the street looked like a fortress instead of it's usual royal-like appearence.

There was a big tropical strom. The people are all gone. Even though the wind and rain blow harder, it only hits the silent sand.

On the sand bar stands a lone man with a long braid, wearing a white tuxedo. The rain made the normally beautiful tuxedo look worn and battered. The wind made the braid look like a piece of string, drifting in the wind.

The man stares dully at the ruins of the old castle. It was his dream when he was little. But now it's nothing but stones and a long strip of flat land.

Without the castle the beach suddenly lost it's sense of mysteriousness. The young man sighed. He wanted to be here ever since he was little, and now it has disappear along with his dream.
Going there wasn't important. The thing that really made him sad was that the place which held all his dreams had suddenly turned into a flat piece of land.

/I wonder if marriage it's like that?/

The usually clam beach became ruthless with the storm. Another gust of wind breaks the band that holds his hair, letting the chestnut mass fall. He glances at his hair, and gives no attempt to put it back into it's original braid.

Turning back to the ocean, he sees a small boat coming towards the shore. /Maybe it's my imagaination. How can a that little boat go into the wind?/

The boat stopped at the shore. The man in it got out and ran towards him.

"Mister, the storm is raging and it isn't safe to be here." The man is about 25, maybe 26. He's only wearing a vest and swim shorts. His bangs seems to define the law of gravity. The muscles in his arms clearly show, although he is very slender. /A very handsome man indeed./

"Then where do you suggest I go?" The braided young man asked.

"Were you going to have a wedding here? Where's the bride?"

"Are you a life-gaurd?"

"No, I live around here and I saw you standing here. I thought something could be wrong. My swimming skills are much better than a life-gaurd's."

"I've been standing here for most of the day. Why didn't I see you coming over here?"

"Your heart wasn't there, so your eyes will not see." Was the unibanged youth's reply.

/It's true. I'm not paying much attention anymore./ The braided man saw the concern in his new green eyed companion. "Don't worry, my hair won't kill me. I can't even walk when it's wet like this."

"Then why did you wear your tux here today? You didn't pick this day of all days to take wedding pictures did you?"

"No. I was just here to see the old castle. I haven't been here for a while, but now there's only ruins." He sighed and continued to look at the old site.

"Then you haven't been here for a long time." The young man also look out while remembering.

The braided youth nods, "You seem to think that the things you cherish most in your heart will always be there."

"You have to continualy look at the things you cherish most, because you don't know when they will disappear. So try and look at them as often as you can."

The braided youth's car is parked by the side of the road. He doesn't want to go home yet. Next week would be the wedding. When he tried on the tux that morning she had a sudden urge to run. So he then hopped into his car and drove to the beach, in hopes of seeing the castle that he loved so much.

He didn't find his castle, and the tux is hardly worth saving. Mean while the storm was getting worse. /Might as well go boating with the unibang guy./

"Can your boat support a hunderd fifty pounds of weight? I'm a hunderd ten, but my wet hair makes the other forty." He tries to ring some of the water out of his saturated hair.

He nods. "It's not a problem. The smaller the boat is, the easier it is to go through a storm anyway. And be careful and don't fall into the water. I might not be able to catch you in time."

"What's your name?"

"Trowa."

"What isn't that a number?"

The unibang youth nodded his answer this time.

It took some time to get the two and the lose hair into the small boat. Trowa pushed off the shore towards the raging sea.

tbc
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Author's Notes: So? Do you like it? Hitomi Toshihiko edited this chapter for me because I can't really spell nor do I have good word choice. So Review!