Disclaimer: I'm finally continuing! I don't own GW or SM. Yeah...as I always say. I have no life...the planes crashing into the World Trade Center buildings scares me. I have been inspired to write! Hey, I never said it would be happy!

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"You...your...sister?!" Aurelia's face went white with shock, but it soon turned to anger and disbelief. "You liar." She yanked her hand from his, dropping it at her side. Her deep blue eyes shone with a rage, never giving in.

"You are a fool, Serena! You are a Peacecraft, and thus of royal blood!" His blue eyes shot back at her with a piercing glare. "How can you be so defiant!"

"Stop calling me that!" She rose her hand up to slap him, but instead broke down in tears, dropping to the floor. "I'm not Serena...that's not my name..." Her locks of golden hair framed her face, white as it was, but turning red. Bitter tears fell down her soft cheeks, landing on the marble floor.

A look of concern crosses the man's face. "Serena..." He murmurs, he wishes to help her, but cannot seem to bring himself to do so.

"Step away." A brown haired boy comes through the crowd. His blue eyes frame a calm look, but close behind it is fear and worry for the golden girl on the floor, crying her eyes out. Milliardo steps out of the way in a civil manner, his head up. The other man gathers the girl in his arms, and carefully cradles her, holding her closely to him.

Aurelia chokes out sobs, not noticing very much around her, but clutching to the man holding her, as if she let go, she'd fall into the darkened worlds of hell. She is trying to speak, but cannot. But she does little to resist the man.

"Heero." Milliardo smirks. "You know each other then?" He comments cynically. Heero's blue eyes flash a look of warning. "All right, all right. But be careful with my little sister." With that, the tall, blonde man turns and walks into the crowd once more. Heero shrugs him off, and turns, with a distraught Aurelia in his strong arms, to walk into the nearest room.

Aurelia seems to trust him enough, for she is making no move to get away from his embrace. But she's not sure herself why she isn't resisting. Maybe she's too weak? Heero walks up to one of the guest rooms, and sits down on the soft, queen sized red velvet bed. Afraid to let her go, holding her ever closer to him, never giving up on his tight embrace. "Don't hurt me..." Aurelia softy whispers, squeezing her eyes shut.

Heero looks down to her, his eyes full of love and adoration. "I wouldn't hurt you." He kisses her forehead lightly. "I never could do that. I love you." He looks down at her, watching her open her deep pools of sadness and sorrow. He holds her closer, pressing her to his chest, his arms tightening around her. She winces a little, but remains silent. "I always will." He says, smiling down at her, this man, shining with a love so pure, and a hope so large.

Deep blue eyes dart around the room, then look up to him again. She bites her bottom lip, seemingly nervous. She doesn't reply. Words escape her.

His eyes never pull away from her. Letting out a small sigh, he cups her chin in his hand, and leans forward to kiss her, closing his eyes as he does so. Her eyes widen. She looks quickly around again, there seems no way to resist. As if she were desperate, the golden haired girl shakes her head, looking up to him, facing whatever comes. His lips meet hers, softly at first, but they soon press harder to hers, tasting her sweet lips on his.

Aurelia's eyes remain open, but as the kiss continues, she closes her blue pools. Her slender arms wrap around his neck, not turning away from him anymore. Heero lays her down on the bed, deepening the kiss, feeling the woman under him.

She yields to him, growing soft under his touch. Giving herself to him, accepting him unto her. Why was she kissing him? She didn't really know, to tell the truth. But she was taken by his emotion, his unknown love for her. A love that she had lied down on her bed when she was 12 and hoped to have! But she could go no further...for there are things more painful than death.

But when she tried to pull away, she found she could not. He was holding her too tightly. She couldn't remove herself from his grasp, no matter how she struggled. Against her will, she was taken further than she wanted to go, arms and legs bound, dragging behind her. One word could describe her now. Helpless.

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Well, sorry it was so short. But it seemed like a good place to leave off. I'll write more later. School keeps me busy. Sorry!