Title : Nocturnal Seductions

By : BloodofInnocence

E-mail : : Inuyasha

Type : Alternate Reality

Status : Incomplete

Chapters : 3

Rating : R

A/N: .;; I am SO behind on updating my other fics……

Please don't kill me people. As I said in the last chapter (refer to it), I have a tendency to have very violent mood swings; that is, I am prone to be very hyper one moment then just downright depressed the next. I also tend to be very compulsive…a relative told me a year ago that it tends to run in the family. ;;

Sorry if the chapters lately are longer than usual. I have another tendency to rant……if you ask a very good friend of mine, when I rant, I rant. And boy, do I sound way illogical by the time I'm done….

Disclaimer: Hello. I am flat broke. Seriously. So please do not sue me. I do not own Inuyasha. points Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, who lives half a globe away…..

Chapter 3

It was Sango who found Kagome unconscious in her futon the next morning. The group wasted no time in summoning the inn doctor, who was puzzled as to why Kagome was struck with this illness. He asked Inuyasha, who was the last person to see Kagome, about her health. The hanyou was quiet, silently recalling the situation.

Ever since he announced to the group that he would protect Kikyo, he had this nagging feeling that at that moment, Kagome changed. She became another person altogether. Oh yes, she was still smiling and laughing, but that was increasingly rare whenever he was with them. He heard her laugh merrily with the houshi, Sango and Shippo whenever he wasn't around. But, when he returned to the camp, Kagome's laugh died down, leaving behind a chilled exterior towards him. He knew why, but he thought that Kagome would accept his position; apparently, she did not.

But who was this youkai who obviously went to great pains to protect his Kagome? It was clear that it was a very powerful youkai: Inuyasha had attempted to shatter the barrier around Kagome that was formed by the amulet only to be damaged himself, mentally and physically. Once he attempted to follow Kagome only to be blocked by a powerful barrier surrounding the area she was in, obscuring his view and trapping her. He had returned to the camp, dejected, and silently waited for Kagome to come back, the barrier and visitor gone and a dreamy look in her eyes and wistful smile on her face. Not noticing him, she would climb back into her sleeping bag and drift off, presumably dreaming about the youkai.

Inuyasha was not as stupid and dense as he came across to be. He knew that a youkai was visiting his Kagome. And it infuriated him. No youkai had the right to touch what was his. Once he found out, he would rip that youkai apart, piece by piece, so that not any being could them and piece him back together.

And he would enjoy every moment of it.

Sesshomaru suddenly frowned in discontent.

"Sesshomaru-sama? Why are you angry?" asked Rin, looking up from drawing on one of the scrolls that served as her sketchbook—the scrolls were usually filled with pictures of flowers or a protraiture of her, Sesshomaru, and Kagome, along with Jaken to the side.

The youkai lord waved a hand to dismiss the question, and thought about what had just happened.

Inuyasha was stewing. And possessive. And unknowingly sent out a mental message to him about his state.

He could feel Kagome resting in her unconscious state; he wanted a few more hours before waking her. He could tell that with his visits that she did not get as much sleep as she wanted. He gave her an opportunity to rest before arriving in his immediate domain. He also wanted time to research something.

And hit the jackpot.

He knew what was growing in Kagome. The miko proved to be very powerful, that was true. But that stemmed not from the Shikon no Tama, but something else. Once that unknown power was expelled from her body, it would be the Shikon no Tama which would be her source of energy and power instead. Which meant that he was nearly ready.

But it didn't explain the primal urge he experienced to take the miko as his own, to mate her and mark her. He was careful not to show it to the miko, but it was a senuous torture to see her body innocently twisting, showing off her attributes.

He sighed. His friend, Lord of the Northern Lands, had told him about three moons past that he needed someone to rut with in order to rid himself of all this tension. He scowled, remembering that remark. He had no intention of merely buying a woman to satisfy himself; it was below him and dirty—only male ningen were deprave enough to buy up to two or three women a night to satisfy their coarse lust. And the pressure to take a mate was increased due to the fact that male youkai was soon entering a time of year when they are aware of the female gender, ningen and youkai alike, at an increased rate. There have been stories of youkai going crazy and rutting so violently to the point of harming the woman.

Sesshomaru rubbed a finger against his forehead. If he was thinking of this, it was clear that he needed rest. Now.

He gently woke Kagome from her deadened state with a simple mental command, and felt her awaken. "Had a good sleep, miko?"

"Sesshomaru-sama…what's happening to me…?"

"Daijoubu ka?"

"Daijoubu."

"If you leave in a few hours, you will arrive tomorrow at my home. Inuyasha will most likely visit me in the study to find out about his 'hereditary rights.' If you go to the private gardens, Rin will be there with Jaken. Make sure that no one follows you."

"Hai, Sesshomaru-sama. Arigatou." The sleep-laden quality of her voice indicated that she had slept well, even in her unconscious state. The laziness in her voice made him just want to stretch out and relax. It was dangerous, this power the miko wielded over him.

"Sesshomaru-sama, Sango-chan and the others are leaving right now."

"Aa." He ended the connection, and turned back to his records. Being a youkai lord was tedious.

It wasn't long before Kagome and the others reached the Western Lord's personal domain. It loomed before them, with tall marble walls separating it from the surrounding forest.

Standing just outside the tall gates, Inuyasha looked up at his former home. Strange on how he was able to live in this building without going crazy. After Okaa-san died, he chose to live outside the home, running free through the forests. He didn't return when he heard that Otou-san died in battle. He didn't contact his half-brother, and vice-versa. For nearly a century the two avoided contact with each other, preferring to "talk" with fists whenever they met. Until now.

Inuyasha had realized that he had hereditary rights, probably among them the right to learn the secret arts that had been retained through the family. Ever since he went out on his own, he had trained, hoping to be strong enough to learn how to control the element Inutaisho had mastered flawlessly in his youth.

Come to think of it, had Sesshomaru?

"Inuyasha," said Shippo, popping up from his place in the bicycle basket, "get a move on or someone'll think that you're just a 'fraidy-cat."

Inuyasha twisted his neck to glare at the young kitsune, but all the same opened the gates. He led the group through the land and came up to the castle.

Suddenly, a taiyoukai appeared before them, bowing respectfully. "Sesshomaru-sama has sent me to lead you." He turned and led them in.

The quiet elegence of the home reflected on the lord's tastes and personality. The manner was subdued yet bright. Many vases filled with flowers littered the hallway.

They arrived in front of tall doors. The guide knocked his hand on the doors.

"Come in." Sesshomaru's voice was unmistakable. The doors opened, and the guide led them in.

Sesshomaru was sitting, looking through scrolls. He gave no indication of acknowledging the group as he closed one scroll and pulled out another.

"Sesshomaru!"

The youkai lord looked up to see the whole group staring at him. His eyes shifted over to Inuyasha. "I see you have decided to take up your hereditary rights."

"Shut up and let's get down to business. When do I start?" asked Inuyasha.

Elegant eyebrows rose. "Start?"

"Hai. When do I start?" said Inuyasha impatiently.

Sesshomaru considered the hanyou, instantly aware of what the whelp wanted. Inuyasha wanted to learn the arts of the sacred taiyoukai line, did he. "What are the 'hereditary rights' you think you have, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha snorted. "What do you think? To learn the arts of the taiyoukai line, obtain access to the throne, mate to produce an heir, and to battle the current lord for dominance."

"Incorrect, Inuyasha. I believe you're confusing for other hereditary rights." Sesshomaru stood and walked over to the shelf. Instead of wearing his armor, he was wearing a midnight kimono. He took out a scroll and opened it. "For a...son like you," Sesshomaru said, "you have the right to battle the current lord for dominance, be buried in sacred ground, and obtain a high position in leading youkai forces in times of war."

"Nande!"

"You forget one little detail, whelp." Closing the scroll and putting it back on the shelf, he turned to the seething hanyou. "Since time began, a hanyou had been unable to take the position of a lord. Because of the lowly position, it was decided that only a pure youkai could take the throne. Except for a few exceptions, only pure youkai have ruled the lands."

"Exceptions? What damned exceptions are there!"

Sesshomaru's eyes rose slightly at the sight of the growling hanyou. "You never did pay attention to your lessons as a child, Inuyasha." Ignoring the audible growl, he said, "You may stay here for a few days, but do not break anything. I have other matters to settle." Picking up a scroll, he went back reading, leaving Inuyasha to stew and the others just standing here. "Jaken," said Sesshomaru.

"Hai, m'lord?" The bowing youkai scampered at his lord's call.

"Show them to their rooms."

After Jaken showed Inuyasha and Kikyo, Sango and Shippo, and Miroku to their rooms, he said to Kagome, "Sesshomaru-sama requested that you have a room in a separate wing."

"Nani?" Kagome was startled.

"Follow me." The youkai led her to another wing. He opened doors to reveal a spacious room. Kagome looked at Jaken in confusion.

Jaken grumbled, "It is utterly unethical to offer this lowly ningen a room of this size." He tottered away, grumbling under his breath about hypnotic ningen—first Rin, now Kagome.

Entering the room, Kagome looked around. It was quiet and closed off from the rest of the castle; Kagome was relieved. She wanted some privacy for a change.

Setting down her big yellow bag, she threw herself over the futon. Snuggling into the sheets, she sighed happily. To be in a proper bed—the bed at the inn was a trifle too uncomfortable—after all this time it was a relief.

Sitting up, she tugged at her obi. It was getting constricting. The obi fell to the futon without an protest. The top of the kimono fell off her shoulders and rested around her elbows, with her hands holding the material in front of her chest for modesty.

"Miko."

Kagome looked up to see Sesshomaru standing there, looking at her with those amber eyes. Realizing that she was at a vulnerable position, Kagome felt her face flush. "Sesshomaru-sama." The white skin contrasted deeply with the black color of her hair.

"Rin is in the inner gardens." Sesshomaru's eyes traced over the bared curves of her body. "I suggest that you change and join her, miko."

"Hai." She tried covering herself further, but only succeeded in baring even more skin. The slit of her kimono skirt fell to reveal one long, slender leg.

Sesshomaru began to curse expletives under his breath, too soft for the woman to hear. Kami, she would be death of him. The woman did even realize what effect she had on him!

"Sesshomaru-sama?"

Turning, he said, "Dinner will be sounded in a few hours. Make sure to prepare." He went out of the room.

Kagome stared after him, but smiled a little. Perhaps she could melt the ice once thought to be impenetrable. Her smile turned hopeful. Perhaps she could make him love her.

"Houshi-sama," said Sango.

"Hai, Sango-san?" Miroku looked up to find the tajiya standing there. "What can I do for you?"

"It's about Kagome-chan."

"Hai?"

"I can't find her in her room," Sango said.

"Nande?" Miroku stood up. "We should look for her, but I don't think it's possible. It is very easy to lose oneself in these walls.

"Wakatta. Do you think that we should stay quiet until after dinner?"

"Hai."

Kagome, indeed, was not lost, much to Miroku and Sango's relief. She appeared for dinner, sitting with Sango and chatting with her as other youkai sent speculative glances towards the two female ningen. Sesshomaru, as the lord of the castle, sat at one end of the table, speaking little as he ate. Every now and then he would send discreet glances at Kagome, but didn't do anything.

Inuyasha, however, chose to eat with Kikyo in their room. He was still angry about their earlier encounter, but could not do anything about it. The Western Lord was his half-brother, so he had to adhere to his elder.

"Inuyasha," said Kikyo, setting down her chopsticks as she looked over at the brooding hanyou. "You should eat."

"Never mind about me. Finish your dinner, Kikyo." He stared out of the shoji and into dark night. His thoughts were on Kagome. So beautiful, yet always just out of his reach. His hand tightened on the Tetsaiga. He shouldn't be thinking about Kagome when he had Kikyo. He could forget her. After all, it was Kikyo he loved and swore to protect.

Kagome sighed as she looked up at the full orb of the moon hanging in the cloudless night sky. 'Another clear night…' she thought happily.

Walking further into the garden, she marveled at the variety of flowers. She paused to sniff at a delicate magnolia, delighting in its pleasing scent.

Sango sighed in relief when she located her friend in the garden. Kagome was safe. She turned away to go to bed.

She missed the tall figure entering the garden.

Sesshomaru picked up the scent of the miko as he walked into the garden. He cursed softly as he felt his body reacting to her gentle scent. Her enticing scent was quickly eating away his carefully erected restraint. No matter. He would be able to hold back if they got into an…uncomfortable situation. He didn't think a ningen like her would appreciate the base ardor of a youkai like him.

He found her floating around the roses. Pausing by the magnolias, he plucked a flower from the tree and carried it as he silently walked towards her. He waited until she stopped to catch her breath: clearly she wasn't used to walk such distances.

Kagome froze as she felt a hand in her hair and the brush of flower petals against her cheek. She turned to see the Lord of the Western lands standing her, looking at her with brooding amber eyes. "Sesshomaru-sama."

"Miko." He inclined his head, and withdrew his hand when he was convinced that the blossom wouldn't fall onto the ground. They stood on a grassy plot under a tree. Kagome said thoughtfully, "The moon is full tonight."

Sesshomaru looked up, blinking at the round orb. The miko made him do things that he typically didn't do. It was odd and irritating. A taiyoukai could not afford to have such a weakness. It was unacceptable, yet…

He felt reckless. Him, a taiyoukai, reckless. He had lived for centuries, and this was the first time he felt such an emotion. This girl was changing him, and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad thing.

At least, he hoped that it was a good thing.

A/N: Oooh…………what will Sesshomaru-sama do now that Kagome is changing him?

I haven't decided if I should do a lemon in the next chapter…it's only the fourth chapter, and I decided that when Sesshomaru-sama mated her it would be near the end of the fic.

So, what do you guys think? Lemon or no lemon?

Title :

By : BloodofInnocence

Category : Gundam Wing A/C

Type : Alternate reality/Romance

Status : Incomplete

Chapters : 1

Rating : R

A/N: Don't you think it would be interesting if Heero had amnesia? And training to be a magical swordsman, of all things?

Yup….another twisted plot. It's a Heero/Relena pairing. It takes place in Japan, after the triumph of the colonies over OZ. This has nothing to do with the actual show or manga………however……enjoy.

People, please do not flame me if I sort of…bash Relena in the beginning….all will be well in the end…If flames are sent, I will use them to toast my marshmallows and cheese.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. (Yup yup. U.U)

Prologue

Relena Peacecraft sat in her lonely apartment as she stared at the only photo she had of her beloved, taken while he was at war. Only that she didn't know that she loved him until it was too late.

It was all her fault.

It was all her fault.

"Heero," she whispered in a broken voice.

"Relena." The male voice made her look up to see four men and four women standing crowded at the doorway, all looking concerned.

"W-what are you doing here?" she asked, standing up as she dashed away a stray tear.

Hilde came forward, hands outstretched. "Oh, Relena, we came for you," she said compassionately.

Rounding the table, Relena stumbled into warm, comforting arms, and burst into tears.

Pain.

"Are you awake?" he heard the gentle voice, sounding strangely far away. The young man struggled to open his eyes and turned his head weakly to the side. "Who…are you?" he asked, his parched throat straining to form the words.

"I am Hiro Tsukayama. You're at my place."

"Your…place?"

"Indeed. I found you unconscious by the lake. In fact, if I had arrived any later, you surely would have died."

"I see…" Prussian blue eyes blinked again, as if a realization dawned on the young man. "Do you know me?"

The old man seemed bemused. "I only met you a few hours ago, young man," he said. "Nande?"

"I don't know…who I am."

Chapter 1

Four years later…

"Rel, are you free for lunch?" Hilde popped her head in as the young college student was studying.

"Yeah, I'm free," said the young woman, closing her book. Picking up her bag, she said, "Where do you want to go?"

"Um…I don't know," the pretty woman admitted. "The usual, I suppose?"

"OK!" The two went out of the dormitory and met up with Sally, Midii, and Dorothy. The five went to one of their favorite restaurants, a Chinese place that was close by.

That day, Sally was simply bubbling with excitement. As a present, her parents were going to let her and a group of friends go to Japan to stay at a famous temple at Mount Akan. The arrangement for two large rooms was already done, and the girls—as well as boys—were ready for the trip.

"Excited, Sally?" asked Hilde as the girls sat down to eat.

"Yeah! Duo, Quatre, Trowa, and even Wufei agreed to go. I'm just so happy!" said the woman, eyes sparkling as she drank her soda.

"What's it like there, Sally?" asked Midii as she picked at her soup.

"It's supposed to be very beautiful. I only went there was I was a little girl, but I remember a lake with water so clear that you can see the fish below. There are waterfalls and all kinds of stuff to do."

"Wow…Any cute guys there, Sally?" joked Hilde with raised eyebrows.

"Hilde!"

"Hilde, don't you already have a man?" asked Dorothy as she forked some lettuce. "Last I saw, you and Duo were acting as newlyweds."

Hilde protested as the girls laughed. When the laughter died down, Hilde teased right back, "What about Quatre, Dorothy? How are things between you two?"

"Just fine, thank you." The hilarity brought appreciative glances from male customers as eyes drew to their table. What they saw were five beautiful, witty women with smiles and faces to match.

"Hey, woman!" A bright voice drew Hilde to turn around to see violet eyes dancing with vitality. A long brown braid accompanied those eyes. "Duo!"

"Look who I brought with me!" Three other men emerged, one smiling, another scowling, and yet another wearing a patent stoic expression.

"Hey, guys!" The girls made room for the four men while Duo took their orders and paid the bill. When they all settled down, Duo said, "All ready with the trip?"

"Yes," said Quatre as he slipped a casual arm around Dorothy's shoulders. "Frankly, I'm eager to go to Japan. I heard that it's gorgeous there."

"Mm-hm."

Wufei scowled. "I have no idea why you imbeciles would want to spend precious time wandering mindlessly in a strange country."

Sally shot him a saccharine smile as she said sweetly, "Oh, really?"

'Uh-oh. I'm going to get clobbered tonight.' Even so, Wufei kept on a scowl as he stiffly sipped his green tea. He had a hard time trying not to bang his head on the wall in frustration.

"Kosuke." The voice behind him made the young man turn, halting his daily exercises. He bowed in deference to his elder. "Eiji-san."

"Any memories?" the elderly man asked, resting his hands on a cane. When the young man shook his head, he said, "Your memories will come with time, Kosuke. It is a miracle that we recovered what we think is your name, after all."

"Hai."

"Are you keeping the elements under control? I noticed some clouds brewing."

"Hai."

"Good. Oh, before I forget, some visitors will be coming. Four men and five women, I believe, and around your age. Perhaps you can make friendships with them."

"Aa." The young man stayed behind as the old man made his way back into the temple, contemplating his predicament. He couldn't—or wouldn't—remember anything of the past, save his name. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if that was his name. It was terrifying knowing that he was vulnerable. And frustrating. With no means to identify himself with, he was doomed to a life full of uncertainty.

He sighed, and then tensed, feeling something unfurling against his back. Then he was gone, with sandalwood-scented winds left behind as evidence of his presence.

"Wow…it really is beautiful," Relena breathed as she looked down at the green valley while the jeep rumbled its way up the mountain.

"Isn't it?" asked Midii, adjusting her hat. "I've never been to Japan before, but so far, it's gorgeous."

Dorothy flashed a quick smile at the two girls as she pulled into a dirt parking lot that led to the temple. "Here we are." She heard the distinct rumble of another vehicle behind them and got out to see Quatre jumping out of the driver's seat. She turned to unload the jeep and called over to the others, "Come here and get your bags! You won't get service here!"

"OK, OK!" laughed Hilde, coming over to pick up hers. "Geez, Dorothy, you sound like a boot camp sergeant!" The girls got their bags and went up the stone steps leading to the temple. An elderly man waited for them at the top.

He bowed, saying, "Welcome. I am your host, Eiji Takamori."

"Hello, Mr. Takamori. It is an honor meeting you and having you as our host," said Quatre, showing proper respect. The old man smiled, then turned to lead them into the temple. Along the way he told them a bit about the temple, its history, procedures, and various places to visit. Then he showed them to their rooms.

Relena sighed happily as she looked around. Her room was spacious and bright, sparsely decorated with furniture. A futon lay folded along a wall, with a bureau with drawers for clothing. A low table surrounded by mats stood next to the shoji that led to the wooden terrace covered by a wooden roof. The walls were decorated like that of a pond, with water lilies and ducks swimming in the water. The shoji were opened to reveal the impressive vista of the valley. Going over to the bureau, she neatly tucked away all of her clothes she brought along for the trip, and put her jewelry case on the dresser, as well as three framed photographs and a stuffed bear.

Running a finger of the gold frame, Relena's blue eyes grew sad as she surveyed the subject of the photograph. Not a day passed when she did not think about the man in the photograph, aching with regret and shame of her actions and her too-late realization that she loved him.

A tear fell on the glass, shaking Relena out of her thoughts. Wiping the tear away, more tears flooded her cheeks as she relived the memories of her rejection of the man she loved; the stoic way he accepted her rejection…

"Guess what, Heero?"

"Aa." The fifteen-year-old didn't look up from his work as Relena leaned against his desk, twirling a lock of hair with her forefinger.

For some reason, his disinterest in her made Relena want to make him jealous a bit, just a bit, so she could gain his attention. "I'm going on a date next week."

The monotonous typing stopped, then resumed a moment later. "I see." Blue eyes concentrated on the screen, not noticing the sly glance the girl sent him as he went through lists assigned by Lady Une.

She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Well, aren't you happy for me?" she demanded, affronted that her ruse failed to rouse him from his work.

"I'm busy, Relena." Pausing in his typing, Heero glanced at a file to verify something. Without looking at the screen, he typed in a few words, looking at it at a beep, indicating that the file was currently being downloaded.

"Have you ever been in love, Heero?" Relena asked, settling herself on a chair and looking at him intently.

Stopping, the intense Prussian blue eyes blinked. "I was…once," he said in his monotonous voice. He resumed his typing. "I got over it."

She looked at him skeptically. "You, Heero?" she asked, clearly not believing him.

"Can't I?" he asked, pausing in his work to sip his coffee.

She thought for a moment, then said, "You could, I suppose, but I wouldn't think you as capable." She looked at him critically, then continued relentlessly, "But, of course, you are the 'Perfect Soldier,' so you don't have any emotions." She didn't notice the brief pause in the typing. When Heero didn't make any move of responding, she gave up. Standing, she said, "Before I leave, I want to tell you about my date."

"Your choice." Heero got a file out of the cabinet and walked back to his desk, flipping through it.

Walking around the office, Relena said, "He's so handsome, and terribly exciting. He's been all around the world, you know, and the son of the Vice-President of the ESUN. He was so polite when we met, calling me 'Miss Peacecraft' and 'Your Highness,' even if I wasn't a princess anymore. He even bought me a diamond necklace to say that he thought that I was beautiful. He's taking me out to dinner, then an opera, and after that, dancing. He's promised me to let me drink a bit of wine. I've never drank wine before. And that big car of his! He said that he would let me ride in it afterwards, and drive me home when we're done." She looked over at Heero. "Doesn't that sound a lot of fun?"

He didn't answer, just went on working. Relena sighed, then said, "Since you're so busy, I'll leave you alone." She couldn't resist a parting shot as she walked out of his office. "If you keep acting like that, Heero, I don't know any woman would be sane enough to love you."

She never noticed the stilling of the keys as she went out.

She didn't blame Heero for hating her then, even though he didn't. For her, the date was pleasant, even a bit stifling. Her date had prattled on and on about his qualities, his station, his romantic love life, his credentials…it was quite monotonous. And when he took her home, he tried to kiss her, but she wouldn't allow it. He scornfully called her a prude then took off, leaving her at the front door.

She encountered further disaster the very next day. Duo had come in and haphazardly told her that Heero hadn't shown up for work, didn't answer his phone nor the door. When Duo used a spare key to let himself in, everything was in immaculate order, like Heero was—but he wasn't there. It was as if he vanished. But he and Quatre, along with Trowa, searched his apartment carefully until Quatre came across a plain leather-bound notebook—his journal. Without reading it, Quatre handed it over to the one person he knew Heero would have wanted it given to—Sally. Heero had trusted Sally during the war, and he would have wanted the journal given to her for safekeeping. After conferring with Heero's lawyer, Sally gave it to Relena, who went to the third to the last entry:

March 20

It is odd how emotions control people and command them to do their bidding. I find it baffling to find people so emotional in front of others instead of reining it within and not revealing a weakness. I have observed Duo, Quatre, Wufei, and Trowa through the months I've been comrades with them and am startled to state that the four of them—despite their being Gundam pilots—rely on some sort of emotion. Duo is the humorous one of the lot, and is easily moved to tears. So is Quatre, but more on a more sensitive level. He is prone to emotion when the situation commands some sympathy. Wufei, unfortunately, relies on anger, and therefore does not wholly listen to reason. Anger clouds his mind, preventing him to see rational thought. Trowa is restrained, but sometimes shows his emotions, especially towards Midii. It is puzzling to see such—no, I will not write that word. It does not exist.

Someone remarked that being the "Perfect Soldier" meant that I do not have any emotions. That's true, I suppose. I do experience trust, albeit on a very small level. So far have I been able to trust Sally and some others. But it is not love love I feel for them. It is merely a trust on a loose level. I see no point in reading anything more into it.

Lately I have caught myself being dragged down by past memories. I am surprised that I could easily succumb to past memories. It is a weakness, this easy surrender, a weakness I hope to fix, in addition to the strange feelings I've been experiencing these past few days. Fury, emptiness, sadness. All these could lead to loss of control. This should not—cannot—happen. It is imperative that I empty myself of all emotion.

However, I am beginning to doubt that it is the right thing to do.

How much she had wept for the man who was confused on his very existence, detached and skeptical about love. She was to blame for this. The very last entry Heero had entered was the day before he disappeared, the twenty-fourth of March. Four years later, the impact of Heero's disappearance hadn't diminished, only grew.

And she was left to regret.

A/N: Sorry if I'm really bashing Relena in the chapter, but it's all to the plot! Believe me, I will extol Relena later in the ficcie.

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