~*~*~ Price of Eternity ~*~*~

By: Rogue Angel Barton

Hey. My original copy of part of this chapter was deleted, and it was good too. Okay, maybe I'm patting myself on the back, but hey, it was. I'm pissed off at my computer right now.

Anyways, this story... I don't have anything planned out for it. Well, not in the long run like my other stories... where I know what's going to happen when. I'm going with the flow on this one. I have a general idea of the ending and well, the beginning and middle are slightly fuzzy. IF you have any suggestions, please email me at, Destructions103@aol.com. Thanks.

Oh yeah, I don't own either of the animes. Please enjoy. This is Rogue, see ya at the end!

Serena yawned, calculus, even at the college level AND honors was boring... and easy. Flying through the four problems that the teacher assigned, Serena turned her classmate. The five other students sat in the front, two of which were the normal kids, and the other three were the classic, 'nerd'. They were scribbling like crazy on their papers.

Serena noticed that the back was completely quiet. She looked at the three boys that she was sitting with. She was in the second seat to the right of the far right corner from her perspective.

To her right was Trowa, who was staring ahead with an impassive face. Then she looked down at his paper, which was half a page worth of work neatly labeled and correct. She was amazed. Serena observed Trowa Barton. He was impassive like her, but not cold. He had a lonely feel to him, a silent kind of wisdom. She had seen his eyes; they were the eyes of someone who had witnessed too much pain in their life. Maybe that was so silent. The wise but silent one of the group.

To Trowa's right sat Wufei, the chauvinist pig. He was the honorable one of the group, and he was set in his ways. He looked like a soldier, strong and capable. Not someone to piss off. But he was a butthead so next!

There was sweet innocent Quatre. Of course he wasn't in the class. He was in math down the hall. He was heart of the group, the kind and almost naive one. Serena felt like there was a need to protect him from the world... from the hardships of what she has gone through. But even through his polite and cheerful nature, she could see that he has been through some pain.

Then there was the loud-mouthed Duo Maxwell. He was supposed to be the Chosen One. But from what Serena has seen, there is no way. He was too happy and cheerful and too... ditzy. He was so full of life, despite the fact that he called himself the god of Death. Don't know what was the story behind that. But he was not what Serena had expected the Chosen One would be like. He had those mischievous and joyous happy violet eyes. And that cute chestnut braid... too happy looking. But Serena could see pain and a devastating past behind those eyes as well. Perhaps that's what was meant by pain of the Chosen One.

Then there was Heero Yuy, a complete enigma to her. Looking at the silent guy next to her from the corner of her eyes, she saw that his eyes were closed. Looking down at his paper, she saw that it was covered in neat handwriting. His dark chocolate brown bangs covered most of his face. HE was good looking, standing at a good 6'4, second in height in the group only to Trowa. He was muscular, the most muscular out of the group. His face was always expressionless and impassive. His eyes were cold and lifeless, like hers.

Serena couldn't but help wonder why. She was evil and had seen and done many things in her years. Hero however, what caused such a beautiful creature to be the way he was. There was a roguish and wild appearance to him, like one who just didn't give. His aura however was lonely, and Serena could feel that he was alone, and had been for some time. Her hands inched to brush away those bangs.

Then there were his eyes. Deep orbs of Prussian blue. A masterpiece of the spiraling of a whirlpool and the power of a black hole, sucking in everything in sight. Serena shook her head and quickly looked away. She wasn't supposed to think about that. She was on a mission, she had a purpose, and she had a destiny to fulfill and a Chosen One to kill.

Heero felt Serena's eyes on him. Once she turned away, he looked at her. Silvery blonde hair that glimmered in the light reached to her calves, even though it was in a braid. Her clear blue eyes were emotionless and cold. Heero shut his eyes again. He knew why he was the way he was, but why her? Why innocence? Why someone as beautiful and breath taking as her? There had to be a reason.

An image of her petite face entered his mind. So beautiful... yet so unobtainable. She would never consider being with him... not someone like her. HE had seen he joy in her eyes when she was with Duo, even if it was somewhat fake. That's the kind of guy she needed, someone sweet and lively. Not a killer like him.

Heero squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the thought. Why did it strike at his cold heart? Why was he beginning to feel?

He couldn't take it anymore. Heero stood up, stuffed everything into his book bag and walked down the isle. Everyone in the room stared at him as he walked past the teacher without a word.

"Mr. Yuy back into your seat!"

Heero ignored the angry math teacher.

"MR. YUY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heero walked out the class and slammed the door behind him. Serena, Trowa, and Wufei watched the door, completely confused as to why Heero just stormed out of the classroom.

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Heero sat in the gym, his back against the cold stone wall. His legs spread out in front of him as his head was against the cold wall.

He couldn't believe he just stormed out of Math. It was so unlike him... so unlike the Perfect Soldier.

"That's just it, you're beginning to change."

Heero shook his head furiously. No, he was a soldier, he couldn't become soft. Standing up Heero took off his black leather duster threw his book bag to the floor. It was the last period of class; Wufei and Duo had detention. In a few minutes, class would be let out. Turning to the punching bag, he began to express his anger on it.

Serena stood up and began walking out of the class. Trowa said that he and Quatre would go home to check on Heero. Wufei and Duo had detention so she left them. The math teacher stopped her.

"Ms. Tsukino, it said on your record that you're an excellent gymnast. A few teachers have seen your skill. We have someone that might be able to match your skill. You'll find him in the gym."

Serena nodded and walked out. Better not be Duo or she'll scream. She hadn't pulled out all her moves at the audition but she was a lot better than everyone else was. It was hard to believe that they actually found someone to match her skill. She walked out of the class and followed the signs to the gym.

She heard sever punching from the gym. She quietly walked in and hid in the shadows. She saw Heero furiously punching the bag. She could smell the scent of blood. Her keen eyes picked up the blood on the punching bag. She also saw Heero's bloody knuckles.

Heero suddenly flipped backwards. His eyes were closed as he was straight in the air on his hands. Serena quickly timed how long Heero stayed that way. Five minutes gone...

"Should I stop or keep going Serena?"

Serena was surprised that Heero sensed her. She was also shocked at the cold and impassive tone that he spoke with. Heero leapt into the air and landed gracefully. Walking towards her, Serena noticed just how muscular he was. But she also noticed how badly his knuckles were bleeding.

"Heero, your knuckles."

Heero looked at them before stuffing them into his pocket. He stopped next to her.

"So they told you the news huh?"

Serena nodded. So he knew before. She saw the small amount of pain in his impassive Prussian eyes. Hesitantly, she reached over to Heero's hand in his pockets. Gently pulling it out by his forearm, Serena placed his bloody hand into her palm.

Serena resisted the urge to drink Heero. He smelled so good and sweet, so much better than her usual meals. She had had plenty of good drinks, but Heero's blood smelled so different, so much richer.

Serena shook her head furiously. No, she couldn't drink him. It would interfere with his mission... yeah, that's it. Not the other feeling that was nagging at her cold heart...

Serena accidentally pressed one of the worst hurt knuckles. Serena noticed Heero wince slightly. She looked up at him, slightly worried.

"Let's get you to the nurse."

Heero shook his head, his brown bangs swaying gently. Resisting the urge to touch those silky looking strands, he frowned.

"Why not?"

Heero shrugged. Serena slapped him on the arm slightly, a deep scowl formed on her delicate features.

"Why not?"

"It's not that bad. Besides... I've been to her too many times because of Quatre."

Serena watched as he smiled gently. Serena however frowned... she didn't find it funny. However, she did find it weird that he'd been there many times.

"Well let me clean it up."

Heero hesitated but then nodded.

"In my book bag, I've got some antibiotics and bandages."

Serena nodded numbly. It surprised her that he was ready with these. Was he planning on doing this often?

Grabbing the stuff, she pulled him into the nearby bathroom. Everyone was home so no one saw Serena in the Men's room.

Pulling Heero into the bathroom and to the sink, Serena turned on the warm water. She softly placed Heero's hand into the water, washing off the blood. She looked up and into his eyes, which held nothing. Not even a flicker of pain, or any emotion. He simply watched as the blood colored water stained the sink.

Serena was worried about Heero. How could anyone not have a single emotion about pain? How can anyone stand it?

Why would she care? About this boy? About someone she just knew for a day? She didn't give a crap's ass about anyone for the past 2000 years, and yet here she was washing out the wounds of a guy she didn't know too well.

~ You can use him. To get close to Maxwell.

I don't want to use anyone...

~ Since when have you not wanted to use someone? Especially for something that can get you the power?

But this seems wrong...

~ You're Silent Shinimegami... or have you forgotten?

No, never.

~ Good, then use him!

I don't like this. But fine.

Serena looked up at Heero. He was looking at her, almost like a little child. She didn't want to use him, but she was Silent Shinimegami, the most feared and loathed vampire in the universe. And soon the killer of his friend.

Serena began wiping his knuckles with a towel in his book bag. The white towel soon stained with blood. Heero turned away. Another reminder of who he was... the blood... ever present...

Serena watched as Heero turned away, his eyes clouded over, with pain. But not from the wound... from something else. Gently putting on the antibiotics, she began wrapping his wound.

Heero watched as she began bandaging his hands. He wondered why someone like her would be so nice to him. No one ever had been, expect the guys... and they knew about him. Serena however... she was a complete stranger. Yet here she was helping him.

Serena felt her heart... what's left of it, soar as he smiled his thanks at her. She didn't know why he effected her this way... she was who she was. Serena smiled and led Heero back into the gym.

"We can practice tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's Saturday."

"Oh..."

Serena frowned. She wanted to meet Heero again... WOAH!!! STOP RIGHT THERE!!! BAD THOUGHTS BAD! OUT!

"Well, we can meet tomorrow if you want. I'm interested in your abilities."

Serena looked up, shocked at what Heero said. She nodded slowly. Sure, she can do that.

The two walked out the school and into the crisp evening air. Heero turned to her; she was like an angel.

"See you tomorrow..."

Serena nodded and got into her car. Heero watched as her car disappeared.

Please don't break me Serena...

Serena turned to the road, as she could no longer see Heero in the rear view mirror. She smiled sadly.

I'm sorry Heero.

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