AN: Sorry for the delay in updating my stories guys, been in hospital. But Ive got an idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor moon or Gundam Wing.
Chapter 1.
On a solitary hill stood an old cathedral, the full moon behind it giving it an eerie glow.
Kneeling on the cold cement, in the dark was a figure bent in prayer at what was remaining of the alter.
Over time the cathedral had slowly crumbled after the damage done during the wars, many having abandoned the old building.
As the moon travelled its journey through the night sky, a small ray of light filtered through what was remaining of the coloured window glass.
The light bathed the figure in its glory; it highlighted silver trails cascading down the feminine face.
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Three figures trailed leisurely after the running male with the long braid, their faces solemn looking at the remainder of their friends past.
Now that there was a semblance of peace after Trieze had vanished and OZ was leaderless, many were taking the opportunity to visit their pasts.
Coming to a halt at would have been the entry, the four stopped in their tracks watching the figure bathed in the moonlight.
The deafening click of a safety being turned off broke the silence, the three other companions pulled out various weapons.
In front of them the figure turned so quickly all they could see floating in the air, caught in the moons lights was white feathers.
They only managed to get a slight peek at the figures face to tell it was a female, and she was obviously crying.
The very last thing they saw was the silver trails, unhappy sapphire blue eyes and impossibly a golden crescent moon adorned on its forehead.
In a flash of silver light and floating feathers she vanished.
They all thought the same thing 'Tenshi' .
The others turned to the braided one with raised eyebrows, all he could do was shrug.
The braided one recognised the silver cross she wore round her neck, it had caught his attention when she turned and it caught the moonlight.
'Where's she been all this time' he thought. As if sensing his mood the blonde figure put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, turning he smiled sadly at his comrades.
The Chinese one with the katana turned to leave and said 'Come on Duo-baka, we're not going to find father maxwell's grave in this light. Lets wait till morning ne?.
Bending down the braided one picked up one of the feathers, he looked at it sadly as it slowly vanished from sight. With head bowed and he walked past his comrades, they looked at each other and shrugged, they couldn't figure out why their usually happy friend was sad.
AN: Well guys, how was that so far as an introductory chapter?