Author's Note: I don't own the G-boys or the Moon girls. As for Heero being Machiavellion, think
about it. He will do almost anything to accomplish his missions. Therefore I think if something
would be good for people he would have no problem doing something a bit wrong. Heero a bit OOC? Yeah, I guess, but he is so cute this way. Oh, there is one final
chapter after this. Someone is trying to kill the scouts. I couldn't just leave it that way. Well,
now I am going to Chicago, so don't look for another chapter for a week at least. Enjoy

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"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within."
-James Baldwin

Comfort
By Veronica Cereta

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"We have a new student joining us today."

Usagi stealthily wiped away a tear and looked up at the new boy. He appeared as a thin blurry
line with a brown tuft at the top. She wiped her eyes again and noticed that he was slender, with
deep blue eyes, so much like his eyes. She felt another hot tear make it's way down her cheek.
She had been like this all day. Everyone had been avoiding her, and that was just fine.

"I am Yuy Heero."

The boy's attention was immediately drawn to the girl with long blonde hair. She was crying,
and from the looks of it, had been crying for most of the day. He wondered why one so
beautiful, would have something to cry so much over. For some reason he wanted to help. He
berated himself mentally for having such a feeling with such indescribable motives. Possibly it
was the girl's long blonde hair that reminded him of a girl he had left behind. Perhaps it was the
way her huge blue eyes just begged him to loose himself in them.

"Heero. Why don't you go sit next to U . . . Usagi?"

The young blonde of course noticed her professor's hesitancy to draw attention to her. She
thought about how cute it was. He was such a thoughtful man.

"Everyone pair up and discuss your opinions of last nights reading, 'The Prince'."

Usagi turned to the new boy. "I guess you don't know anything about Machiavelli, since you missed
the reading."

"a man who wishes to act entirely up to his professions of virtue soon meets with what destroys him among
so much that is evil. "

"So you do know Machiavelli." Usagi had thought that by pairing up with the new kid she would avoid
a real conversation. Unfortunately she saw that there was no way out. "So . . . What do you
think about his idea that it is okay for a leader to do illegal things so long as it is for the good of
the people."

"If it will help people it is right."

"But doesn't a leader have the obligation to follow the same rules as he forces on his people."

"The good of the people comes before some high moral standard that the leader has set up."

"The only things a leader has to lie about are things that will help his image, or promote
himself."

"It is important for people to have a capable opinion of their leader."

"Yes, but shouldn't that opinion come through honesty and moral actions."

"If possible; however, sometimes it may not be so."

Usagi was actually enjoying this discussion. She had little trouble forcing a smile through her
tear-streaked face.

"Hey, are you okay?" Heero asked, concerned for this girl in spite of himself.

Usagi thought for a moment. Once she stopped thinking about Marx and started meditating on
her emotional state, she realized that she was far from okay. The floodgates opened and she
burst into tears. She was a bit surprised that she had any tears left after an intense day of crying.

Without a word Heero stood up and took her by the hand. He steadied her as they made their way
through the classroom. There were several spry glances as the most beautiful girl in school left
with the new boy with whom half of the girls were already in love. He led her into the hall. She
motioned towards her locker and he held her all the way there. She supported herself on his side
as she fumbled with the lock. Heero couldn't help smelling her hair as she leaned up against
him. It smelled like spring, clean and fresh. It was so fine and golden. She herself was so
graceful and beautiful. Her beauty had come out even more as she had discussed her views with
him on the politics of Machiavelli. She talked like a benevolent queen.

Usagi pressed against his warm body. She was still working the lock. She probably could have
gotten it a while ago, but she felt serene against the boy. He was somehow protective and strong.
Reluctantly, the locker opened and she removed her books slowly and lethargically. The two
walked out into the bright sunlight. Her tears quickly dried on her face. It was not an unpleasant
situation.

"Where would you like to go?" Heero was determined to make sure this girl was okay.

Usagi knew that she couldn't face her parents today. She didn't want to go to the park either; too
many memories, memories of him. She could feel the tears well up again. Heero took charge.
He led her to a lake that she had never been too. They sat in the shade of a weeping willow. The
young girl had to smile of the appropriateness.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No . . . Well . . . he left me." Why was she opening up to this new boy? It just seemed so right,
like they were already connected somehow. "He said it wasn't me. That he didn't want his life
decided for him. He wasn't ready for such a commitment." The young girl really wanted to
believe that was it. However, she had her suspicions. The senshi of time was much closer to his
age, and intellectual level, she thought as another tear fell.

Heero had silently listened until now. He placed her head gently on his shoulder, wrapping his
arm around hers. "It's not the end of the world."

"Are you sure?!" Usagi asked a bit, too curtly. She softened, "Do you believe in destiny."

"No. I believe only in myself."

"I wish I could be that way. But I've seen it."

Heero's deep eyes beckoned her to continue, like a pool in the silver millennium begging her to
walk into its welcoming warmth.

"I have . . . dreams . . . of the future. He is there, black hair, blue eyes. We have a child. We are
a happy family."

Heero was silent for a long while. Then, "Are you sure this future man has black hair, and not
brow. . ." He trailed off, afraid of what he was saying. Why was he so taken by her?

Usagi knew he was wrong, but he was unbearably cute for trying. She mussed his hair playfully.
He cringed back from this and she felt bad. Maybe she had overstepped her bounds. "Do you
ever feel the fate of the world depends entirely on you?" she asked becoming serious again.

"Yes."

He couldn't possibly know what she was talking about, but somewhere inside she felt he just
might have an idea.

As she was thinking about this, something went off in her brain. A bad person. . . a terrorist. . .
was at Tokyo Tower. No, not there. It was there that she had first realized that their futures
were eternally intertwined. She turned to Heero realizing that she had no choice but to trust him.
"I have a feeling there is a terrorist in Tokyo Tower." The boy was strangely silent. She could
tell he didn't quite trust her, and who could blame him.

"Moon eternal, make up!"

Heero watched as a shroud of ribbon and light surrounded the beautiful girl. She emerged from
this vision as a sailor clad girl, strong and confident. She was nothing like the crying schoolgirl
he had encountered that afternoon.

"You see, I am not your average girl. I'm going to call for help. I don't think I can get to the
tower fast enough. Maybe someone is closer." She reached for her pocket communicator.

"I can get you there."

"What?"

"Look over there."

Eternal Sailor Moon looked over at a hanger that had escaped her notice until then.

"We just have to make it to that building."

"Hai!" Usagi put the communicator away and raced towards the tall white building.

Heero threw open the doors. Lying inside was a huge mecha. Usagi had never seen such a
machine.

"Get in." Heero coldly opened the door and pushed her inside. The robot moved faster then the
girl thought possible. In seconds they were at the tower. Wing Gundam looked into every floor
until the pilot saw a man, holding several frightened tourists at gunpoint. The door to the huge
machine opened and a giant robot hand reached in and grabbed the small senshi.

The man with the gun saw the robot and was reasonably afraid. However, he was sure that if he
let the hostages go, it would all be over for him. When the mecha set a young girl in a sailor
suit in the building the terrorist felt better.

"You can't treat innocent tourists like this. In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you!" No
sooner had she said this than the armed man jumped at her, twisted her arm behind her back, and
stuck the gun in her face. Heero jumped out of his Gundam and pointed his gun at the man.
At that moment a single red rose imbedded itself in the floor in front of the terrorist. He looked
up. A man in a tuxedo and cape stood outside the window. Heero stared at the newcomer. He
noticed Sailor Moon's reaction to this man and put the two together. For a moment he
considered turning the gun on the masked man that could make a beautiful creature like Usagi
suffer so much.

"A place of peaceful tourism. . ."

As the masked man was talking Heero fired and hit the terrorist in the leg. The man staggered
back. Sailor Moon turned and delivered a swift kick to the face. The tourists exited the building
and the senshi was left facing the two men. After a long while she spoke. "Someone needs to
take this man to jail."

Heero jumped into his gundam and roughly picked up the man. "I will return." He promised his queen.
He was a bit worried about leaving her with the masked man, but possibly she
needed time to sort through their troubles.

Once he had left Sailor Moon changed back to Usagi.

Eventually the masked man spoke up. "Who was that?"

"A friend," Sailor Moon answered shortly.

"Listen Usagi. I made a mistake. I was thinking about you and Chibiusa. We need to be
together. It's fate."

"So that's why you want to be with me? To satisfy fate?"

"Well, mainly, yeah, but what other choice do we have."

The young woman smiled through newly forming tears, "Mamoru, lets give fate a rest for a
while."

"But can we?"

She smiled slyly, "It's not the end of the world."

The gundam had made the drop off quickly. Heero wanted to be there for the girl. He wanted to
protect her, to keep her from harm. When he arrived, she walked deliberately away from the
masked man, towards his mecha. He was overcome with relief and joy.

He opened the door and bowed deeply as the young lady walked inside. They rode in silence
back to the hanger. He made sure the gundam was secure before walking back to the willow
with the girl. On the way she took his hand. When he didn't pull away, but actually responded
by wrapping his fingers around her tiny hand, she was very relieved.

They reached the tree. There was no need for words as the boy brushed the young warrior's hair
from her face. As he looked into her blue eyes they irresistibly pulled him in. He leaned closer
and softly kissed her. She felt a safety and comfort, as if at last she had found someone who
could understand, as she kissed him back.