A milky white cloud passed overhead on the light breeze of the valley. Mountains raised up from the earth in the distance like proud emperors over the land and one young teenager stood awe struck at the sheer beauty of the untouched lands around her.

"Where am I?" she asked with a slight waver in her voice. "Have I died again?"

"You are very much alive right now Kino, Makoto," whispered a voice in the breeze. "However, you were gravely injured and are now unconscious."

"Who are you?" called Makoto and looked around cautiously. "Where are you?"

A gentle laughter floated down around her and a soft round light suddenly appeared before her. There was no tremendous flash or sound. The ball of light was just abruptly there before her - close enough to touch. Makoto began to reach for it in curiosity but stopped as the glow moved back slightly.

"I am Hoopu, guardian of the white orb you now hold," informed the glowing ball.

Suddenly the orb released a blinding flash and began to glow gray and white intermittently. Makoto's breath caught in her throat in surprise and she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the light's intensity as it began to glow brighter. After a few moments there was a gently laugh and Makoto realized the light was gone. Cautiously, she removed her hand from her eyes and found herself looking at a fair skinned young woman who seemed only slightly older than Makoto herself.

The woman's hair was white-blonde and fell down in gentle waves down her back to the ground. Her eyes were like the colors of the deepest emeralds and held the look of a child full of mischief and promise to all the mysteries of life itself. The woman's long slender hands clasped together breaking Makoto's awed observance and she smiled pleasantly at Makoto in some secret amusement.

"What are you?" asked Makoto in awe, wishing to understand if she was being visited by an angel. For surely, only angels could look have eyes so young and yet so wise.

"I am the spirit who inhabits the Youri orb given to you by your friend Setsuna," intoned the woman and dipped her head in greeting. "My name is Hoopu or Hope. I go by both so feel free to calling me either."

"Hoopu was the kanji on the orb," recalled Makoto silently and looked at the green eyed spirit in confusion

"Are you real or am I dreaming?" asked Makoto. "Because this is all rather confusing."

"It is only confusing because I have yet to explain the purpose of bring you to this place," informed Hoopu softly her eyes sparkling in amusement. "This is where you must decide whether you will take on a new and great responsibility. You are not dreaming so much as receiving a vision of what has been."

"A new responsibility," echoed Makoto and eyed the woman warily. "What kind of responsibility?"

"One that has been set aside for you since my essence was placed into the orb," answered the woman and smiled at Makoto fondly. "You are very special Kino, Makoto, and not only because of the ancient powers of Jupiter that lay within you."

"What makes you think I have special powers?" feigned Makoto, still not entirely sure whether the spirit was trustworthy or a being sent by the new enemy who'd been attacking lately.

Hoopu laughed and shook her head, "Caution is a good virtue, though not always yours Makoto no Sailor Jupiter. However, you are improving."

Makoto's eyes widened in alarm and she stepped back, "How..."

"I will answer your questions in time young girl," interrupted Hope in a stern voice. "Be still and watch."

Makoto frowned in anger and stepped forward only to find Hoopu and the scenery around her change to a dark, evil place.

"Damn. Where did she send me?" wondered Makoto feeling sure now that Hoopu was the enemy after all.

Certainly, the scene around her didn't help to alleviate her assumptions. The stench of the dead saturated the air and a cool breeze swept over a war ravaged land scattered with dead bodies of mean and shells of soldiers that had attacked Makoto's apartment. However, in the carnage's center stood a man in old leather armor with a white tiger next to him, looking strangely out of place in the war torn lands.

"You are in the past, nearly one thousand years ago," informed Hoopu's voice. "That is Kaosu. He alone dared to challenge the Youja Emperor, Arago."

Makoto wanted to demand Hoopu show herself and explain her treachery, but stopped as a black horse with a dark armored rider came into Makoto's view. A dark cold feeling seemed to sweep over her and she shuddered slightly as she resisted the urge to run away from the danger that seemed to radiate in the air.

"Hoopu, who is that?" asked Makoto, forgetting her previous distrust of the spirit as this larger threat appeared.

"That is Arago, Master of Youjakai or as they call it now, the Neather Realm," answered Hoopu with an edge in her voice. "He was a powerful Youja that managed to take over most of his realm. When he'd completed that task he set his sights on your realm, Ningenkai, and broke through the barriers protecting it."

"So this Arago guy is like Beryl?" asked Makoto, watching as the two warriors faced each other on the field. "And Kaosu is supposed to be like Usagi?"

"Kaosu's lineage descends from your Usagi's courts a millennia ago," answered Hoopu matter-of-factly. "So in a way, he is. However, Arago is unrelated to Beryl."

Makoto looked at Kaosu in wonder. She didn't know that members of the moon court had survived Beryl's attack. Then again, she was living proof that death wasn't always binding. Perhaps Kaosu's line had been simply been reborn earlier?

Kaosu and Arago were fighting sword to sword now. Kaosu seemed to be at a disadvantage and his leather bound body was pierced a number of times. Then when things seemed lost, an arrow was shot across the field and pierced through an unseen opening the armor worn by Arago. He stumbled and collapsed with a cry and Makoto's eyes instantly swept to the source of the arrow to see a girl dressed in simple peasant cloths and holding an empty bow in her outstretched hands.

Observing the newcomer, Makoto found herself surprised to see the girl's hair was brown. During this era of Japan only foreigners had brown hair. Makoto's eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as she tried to discern more of the girl's features, but the mystery girl was too far away.

"Who is she?" asked Makoto, watching the girl run towards Kaosu with a joyful cry.

"She is Veradis. Kaosu saved Veradis and a small brother in his travels from a slave trader on his travels," answered Hoopu. "Since then, she has followed him loyally and both came to hold each other very dear."

"So they got married?" asked Makoto watching as the two embraced each other and Kaosu kissed the girl.

"No," answered Hoopu sounding grieved. "They didn't have the chance."

A cry on the filed went out and Makoto's eyes widened as she realized Arago was not down and out. He was very much alive and his sword was now imbedded in the girl's stomach. It was withdrawn harshly and Makoto unconsciously rubbed the area Veradis had been stabbed as the girl crumbled to her knees in obvious pain. Arago was preparing a second blow and Makoto watched in horror as he brought his sword down upon the girl only to sigh in relief as Kaosu's sword blocked the attack.

For a moment Makoto thought she saw a tear fall from the warrior's face, but the liquid vanished quickly as Kaosu moved forward suddenly and jammed his sword into the small opening made by Veradis' arrow. He began to speak in some unknown language and Makoto watched spellbound as Arago seemed to become frozen to where he stood and his armor turn a grayish shade of black. A blue light arose from Kaosu's blade and Arago let out an ear piercing cry the reverberated over the land. Then the body went limp and fell over while a black mist arose from the edges of the armor.

A white mist swirled upwards from the ground before Makoto and Hoopu appeared solemnly before her. Makoto looked beyond the white haired spirit towards Kaosu who was now bent over Veradis.

"So she died," whispered Makoto sadly as her eyes began to burn with tears. "Why did you show me this? Why is Arago still alive if this Kaosu guy killed him?"

Hoopu sighed and laid a hand on Makoto's left shoulder, "I will reveal all soon, Makoto. You must see everything for yourself if you to truly understand the task laid before you."

Pitch blackness suddenly surrounded Makoto and Hoopu's presence was gone. Makoto's eyes widened in fear and she wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around for any sign of light. She was about to call out for Hoopu when the flickering light of a candle began to glow in the darkness closely followed by a second, a third, a forth, and then many more. The room was illuminated slowly and Makoto stumbled back a step in surprise.

She was in some sort of chamber made of handcrafted stone. Intricate images of men in armor were chiseled into the sides of the walls and stone pillars rose up from various parts of the room to join together in magnificently crafted arches. The floor was designed with white tiles in the shapes of diamonds and reflected the light of hundreds of candles held by men and women in brown cloaks were lined up along the walls.

Makoto walked down the middle of the lined up people and to the front where she found nine young men kneeling before a simply garbed monk. She started to move closer but stopped abruptly when the monk lifted a hand and removed his large hat, revealing the face of an older and wiser Kaosu. He looked down upon the men before him with a grave face and lifted a shukenja into the air. Instantly ten orbs appeared before him, each a different color and bearing a kanji.

"The orb Setsuna gave me!" exclaimed Makoto in surprise, spying the white orb. "Hoopu, what does this mean?"

"Kaosu realized after he defeated Arago that the armor the Youja Emperor wore was linked to him. If Arago was to be truly defeated the armor would have to be destroyed. Kaosu became a monk and sought out the powers that would allow him to destroy the armor. However, he was only able to divide the armor into ten different armors. To protect them he bound virtues to them."

"Like you?"

"Yes, like me. Now, after dividing the armors and binding them with a virtue he summoned nine families to act as guardians of the orbs. These are the heads of those families," informed Hoopu. "Every one of them has done a great dead in the name of Japan."

Makoto nodded and listened as Kaosu summoned the warriors up one at a time to receive an armor. In each case he warned them of the dangers of the Youri they were being entrusted with and cautioned against using them for evil. In each case the young man swore he would protect the armor until his death and see that the armor would remain in his family. Then the young man was given the Youri orb and returned to where he'd been kneeling before. She watched the process till all but the orb given to her by Setsuna was left.

"For this last Youri I summon one of my clan's own. I call forth Teron of the house of Kino, younger brother of Veradis who struck down Arago with an arrow in the final battle."

Makoto gasped as if someone had hit her below the belt and she sank to her knees in shock.

"Is this a joke?" demanded Makoto into the air even as a boy stepped out of the line of people near her and began to walk towards Kaosu. "I'm a descendant of one of the people who received an armor?"

"You are," answered Hoopu sounding proud. "Kaosu wanted to honor his love's memory and when he found that Teron held the virtue of Hope, he choose the Kino family as the Youri's guardian."

"Wow," whispered Makoto feeling stunned by the information.

Hoopu laughed softly and the great hall vanished and was replaced by the peacefully valley Makoto had first found herself in.

"Now do you see what your responsibility is?" asked Hoopu standing before Makoto with a fond smile. "Do you understand and except me? Will you bear the Armor of Whirlwind?"

"May I ask you one question first," asked Makoto not wanting to make a brash, emotional decision. She needed to be sure of one more thing.

"You may ask me anything you wish," agreed Hoopu with a nod.

"How did Setsuna come to hold the orb? Why wasn't it passed down through the Kino line?" asked Makoto. "Why was I never told about it till now."

"Your father had the orb with him when the plane crash took his life," answered Hoopu. "Kaosu then appeared and communicated with the spirit of Queen Serenity."

"Queen Serenity?" echoed Makoto in confusion.

"You were to be the incarnation of the Princess of Jupiter and yet you were the descendent of the Kino line. Both Serenity and Kaosu had to consult what their actions should be. Then Serenity summoned the senshi of Pluto and gave the orb to her to protect until your battles as a Sailor Senshi had been fulfilled," informed Hoopu reflectively. "It was decided that at that time you would be ready to protect me."

"Did they know Arago would attack again?" asked Makoto..

"Setsuna did, but they did not. The Senshi of time is forbidden to reveal the future to even the dead."

Makoto shivered slightly and looked up into the sky, "So if I accept you it will be not only my duty to protect you from Arago, but to fight him."

"It would be your duty," confirmed Hoopu sounding sad. "I know how the prospect of another long battle must trouble you, but it is something that must be done."

Makoto nodded mutely and then looked at Hoopu thoughtfully. To protect Hoopu would mean she'd have to fight again. However, it was something her father had obviously known and fought to protect. Hoopu had said that to hold the armor one had to accept it. If her father could accept the duty, then certainly Makoto could, right?

A feeling of pride in her heritage, something Makoto had never truly experienced before, arose within her and a smile replaced her more solemn features. With a gleam of determination in her eyes, she turned to Hoopu and bowed slightly to the spirit who stood looking at her expectantly.

"I Kino, Makoto hereby swear to protect the Youri from the hands of Arago and to use it to protect and not harm. By the name of the Kino line, I will not fail in my duties and accept all you have to offer me."

"Then step forward and embrace me daughter of Teron Kino," ordered Hoopu with a smile as she opened her arms for a hug.

Makoto stepped into Hoopu's arms and the spirit's arms closed around her. A gentle sensation of warmth curled around Makoto and she felt a gentle heat on her forehead.

"Makoto, when you need me, call the words...."

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Makoto awoke to the sensation of dropping as her body's muscles relaxed suddenly. She stared upwards feeling dazed and realized that the ceiling above her was not her own. Atop of that, the bed sheets were satin, not the flannel sheets she had on her own bed. Makoto sat up carefully and looked around trying to understand where she was.

The room was sparsely furnished with a dresser, a mirror, and the bed she was in. There were four doors in the room, one on each wall. One was glass and open to a balcony, one was a closet door that was currently open, one was a door that was open to a bathroom, and the forth was closed and no doubt let to the rest of the house.

"Where am I?" quested Makoto and looked down to her lap where one of her hands was gripped tightly around a glowing white object. "Hoopu!"

She uncurled her fingers from around the Youri and laughed softly as it blinked a few times and then ceased to glow.

"Good morning to you too," answered Makoto and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed.

The movement awoke a stiffness in her back and she groaned slightly as she became aware of pain in her lower back. She stood to her feet with a small grunt and slowly shuffled over bathroom to a large mirror hanging over the sink. Turning so her back was to the mirror she lifted her t-shirt and looked back to see a scar on her back and some minor bruises.

"That scar wasn't there before," murmured Makoto in surprise, setting the Youri on the counter and twisting her arm back behind herself so she could gently trace the new scar.

"Miss Kino?" called a soft voice in alarm.

Makoto's eyes widened and she quickly dropped her shirt down as a young brown haired woman appeared in the bathroom doorway. The young woman had green eyes almost the same shade Makoto herself had, and looked about seventeen or eighteen. She appeared to be genuinely concern and Makoto smiled somewhat nervously.

"How are you feeling?" asked the young woman, looking Makoto over carefully.

"As well as to be expected I guess. Last I remember I had nearly got blasted by Anubis and was getting away."

"Touma, Shin, and Seiji brought you in a few days ago," informed the young woman helpfully. "Seiji said the blast sent shrapnel flying into your back and he had to heal you. You've been unconscious for the past two days. By the way, my name is Nasuti Yagyu."

"I guess the guys told you my name then," said Makoto as she shook Nasuti's hand. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"It was no problem," answered Nasuti bluntly. "May I ask you a question?"

"I don't see why you can't," answered Makoto, looked at the woman curiously.

"Where did you get your Youri?" she asked pointing to the orb that sat on the counter. "The prophesy never spoke of it."

Makoto grabbed the ball instinctively and shook her head, "I don't know about any prophesy and the Youri has been handed down from my ancestor according to Hoopu."

"Your virtue?" asked Nasuti sounding surprised.

"I know it's sounds funny, but it's the truth," answered Makoto and laughed, only to bend over as pain lanced through her back.

"You're still hurting!' exclaimed Nasuti moving over to Makoto's side fretfully. "You should get back in bed!"

Makoto gently batted Nasuti away and forced herself to stand up, "I'm alright. Maybe I just need something to eat. And if you don't mind, I also need to call my friends so they don't worry about me."

Nasuti's brow furrowed doubtfully and Makoto smiled pleadingly, "Please?"

"I'm not sure you should right now, but I'll show you where the phone is anyways," answered Nasuti reluctantly. "And while you call your friends I'll see about making you something to eat."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it," thanked Makoto with a grin as she tucked the Youri into her jean pocket.

"Thank me after I get you downstairs," chuckled Nasuti, moving to put one of Makoto's arms over her shoulder's.

"I don't need to lean on you," objected Makoto quickly, waving her hands defensively. "I'm alright!"

"I don't want you to agitate your back right now, Makoto," said Nasuti with a stern glare. "Even the guys know when to stay in bed after getting a major beating. Either you lean on me on the way down, or I make you stay in bed."

"You win," mumbled Makoto reluctantly, not wishing to argue further with her hostess.

Nasuti nodded and placed Makoto's arm over her shoulders. Makoto allowed herself to be led out of the bedroom and into a long hallway lined with doors on one side and windows on the other and to a flight of stairs. Halfway down, Makoto began to think that perhaps insisting on coming down was a bad idea. The pain in her back was increasing and she was beginning to feel tired.

She was leaning more heavily on Nasuti by the time they reached the bottom stair and Makoto ignored the worried looks she was getting from Nasuti. Makoto was used to handling things on her own but she knew when it was time to let go of her pride and allow someone to help her out.

"Hey Makoto's awake!" exclaimed Touma's voice from a room they were passing.

Nasuti stopped and Makoto looked over to see five young men, a little boy, and a white tiger in a comfortable looking sitting room. Her eyes widened at the sight of the tiger and she watched it uncertain as to what she should do.

"You don't have to worry about Byakuen," said the little boy from where he sat by the tiger. "He's cool."

Makoto didn't feel very reassured but was unable to dwell on it as Nasuti began to lead her into the room.

"Are you sure she should be up?" asked Shin, looking concerned.

"She was rather insistent," answered Nasuti as she led Makoto towards a seat that was free near one of the large windows.

"I said I was fine," objected Makoto, not bothering to mention the pain in her back. "You don't need to worry about me."

Makoto lifted herself away from Nasuti's support and stubbornly forced herself to sit down on the chair on her own. However, she was unable to mask the small wince as the movement caused her back to throb a bit more. The boys looked unconvinced and Makoto was certain Shin would try to force her to get back to bed if she didn't do something quick. He had that mother hen look in his eyes that Minako had gotten once when Makoto had been sick.

"So what are the rest of your names?" Makoto asked as a way of diversion. "I know Touma, Shin, Seiji, and Nasuti, but I don't know you three."

The black haired youth who was probably the leader grinned, "I'm Ryo Sanada. That guy by the weights is Shuu Faun."

"Yo," greeted the young man with a cheesy grin.

"And I'm Jun Yamano," greeted the little boy looked at Makoto seriously. "Are you really a Ronin Warrior? The guys think that you might be one."

"Jun," started Ryo sounding surprised but Makoto stopped him with a laugh.

"It's ok," Makoto laughed seeing how ironic the question was. "I just found out the answer to that myself."

Everyone looked at Makoto in surprise and she gently pulled out the Youri from her jean pockets.

"So that was what Anubis was after when he attacked your apartment," deduced Touma.

"I don't he knew about the Youri till he saw it with me," responded Makoto, shaking her head in disagreement. "He said that Arago had sent him to get me."

"Do you think Arago didn't know Makoto had an armor?" asked Nasuti in surprise.

"It's possible," agreed Seiji rubbing his chin. "However, Anubis probably told him about the tenth Youri by now."

"Why would he want her then?" asked Shuu, crossing his arms as he scowled up at the ceiling.

"Maybe my Sailor Senshi powers?" guessed Makoto glancing out the window with a slightly vacant expression on her face. "Or perhaps vengeance on me because of Veradis?"

"Makoto, may I ask you something?" asked Shin softly.

"Sure."

"If you didn't know the orb you were given was a Youri before Anubis attacked you, then how do you know what it is now?"

Makoto looked at the orb in her hand a moment and then looked up at Shin with a slightly helpless expression.

"This may sound kind of nuts, but when I was knocked out a spirit within the orb talked with me. It told me I was a holder of an armor called Whirlwind, and that it was once a part of an armor worn by Arago. Hoopu showed me a huge history about how the armor was made and asked me if I would continue to protect this tenth armor like my ancestors did."

"That's not nuts," said Shuu abruptly. "I had a spirit talk to me too when I received my orb. The guy doesn't talk to me much since I first got it, though."

"We all had a spirit talk to us," informed Shin, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, kind of like a built in user's manual," laughed Ryo scratching the back of his head. "You find the orb, it tells you about the responsibility and how to call it and takes off till the next person comes along."

Shuu snickered.

"Nice analogy Ryo," laughed Touma as everyone began to laugh.

The laughter continued a few moments till the room fell silent. Makoto watched curiously as the guys shared a number of looks and grins before Makoto's stomach suddenly rumbled. Everyone looked at her and she felt herself blush in embarrassment.

"It's not like I've eaten in a few days," stated Makoto defensively with an embarrassed smile, as she absently rubbed her belly.

"Dude, get her some food," exclaimed Shuu sounding mortified. "No one should be without something to eat that long! It's inhumane!"

For a moment there was silence and then everyone began to laugh. And as they laughed Makoto began to feel more at ease with her new allies. They weren't the other Sailor Senshi, but Makoto had a feeling these people would become just as wonderful and dear to her as Usagi and the others.

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"Isn't that cute?" whispered Nasuti looking down at the rug where Byakuen was resting with Jun laying asleep on his back and Makoto next to him with her head resting against the large cat's body.

"They sure are," whispered Ryo with a grin. "I don't think I want to disturb them."

"I don't think the floor is the best place for her to be sleeping right now," pointed out Shin as he rubbed Jun's head affectionately. "And Jun should sleep in a proper bed. Byakuen is a good pillow, but I don't think he wants to be stuck in one position all night."

The white tiger nodded it's head and growled softly in agreement.

"I'll take Jun up then," said Ryo as he got up from the couch and set down the magazine he'd been reading. "Good night everyone."

"Good night Ryo, sleep well," answered Nasuti and watched as Ryo gently lifted the small boy in his arms and left the room before shutting off the laptop before her on the desk. "I guess I'll head to bed as well. Good night Shin. Good night Seiji. Don't stay up too late."

Shin laughed softly, "Don't worry Nasuti. Sleep well."

"Have a good night," echoed Seiji from where he sat by the fireplace.

Nasuti left the room and Shin moved over to the fireplace to sit by Seiji.

"She said that all the other senshi are in the United States right now," murmured Shin, looking at the dancing flames of the fireplace. "And she can't use her sailor powers because Anubis destroyed her transformation wand. She's not showing it, but I think she's rather confused about what she should do."

"It's understandable considering she only found out about all of this today," answered Seiji glancing over to where Makoto slept contentedly next to Byakuen.

He'd not mentioned it yet, but he was certain he'd met Makoto once before all of this. Shin, picking up on Seiji's thoughts through the armor bond they shared looked at him in surprise and then looked over at the slumbering girl.

"Where?"

"She was at one of my earlier kendo competitions. She was in the girl's division and I think she won first place that year," answered Seiji vaguely. "she sought me out after the award ceremony to congratulate me on my victory. I remember being surprised at how green her eyes were. Makoto never told me her name though. My grandfather showed up and led me off before we could exchange them. I didn't see Makoto at the next kendo competition and I never really thought about her again."

Makoto stirred slightly at the sound of her name, and both young men watched as she slowly curled up closer to Byakuen and sighed softly.

~ She seemed surprised to learn that Arago attacked Shinjuku last month. ~ pathed Shin switching to mental communication so he wouldn't disturb Makoto's slumber.

~ It would seem the military did a good job of covering things up. ~ agreed Seiji in disgust. ~ And since the people in Shinjuku don't remember being in captivity there's no one but us to prove what happened. ~

Both young men gazed at the fire silently as memories of their battles returned to them. Shin glanced over to Makoto again and sighed saddly.

~ What's wrong? ~ asked Seiji in concern, looking over the yari wielding warrior.

~ I think we should try to get Makoto up into her room. I am pretty sure Makoto was lying about how she was feeling. You may have been able to heal that wound in her back, but the trama is still there and she needs the proper rest if she's to recover right. ~

Seiji nodded and looked over at Makoto in concern. He understood the wisdom is Shin's words.

~ I'll make sure she gets back up to her bed before I get there myself. ~

Shin smiled appreciatively and stared at the fire again before he finally got to his feet with a sigh.

"Alright then. I guess I'll see you in the morning Seiji," whispered Shin.

"Right. Sleep well Shin," returned Seiji watching the trooper leave the room before getting to his feet as well.

"Best get her up to her bed," he thought to himself as he moved over to her slumbering form and very carefully scooped her up into his arms.

For a moment she murmured a string of incoherent words and then she quieted. He walked out of the room leaving a pleased Byakuen and headed for Makoto's bedroom. When he was nearly there Makoto suddenly snuggled into Seiji's chest with an undetermined sound and he blushed slightly, pausing outside her bedroom door. For a moment he wondered what had possessed him to carry her up there but she stilled quickly. Relieved, he entered the room to find the bed sheets had been pulled back, no doubt by Shin, and was able to lay her on the bed without hindrance.

"Thank you Shin," he thought gratefully as pulled the covers over her.

A soft smile turned up onto her face as and Seiji looked at her curiously, wondering what she was dreaming about. She murmured something about her father and made a half whimpering sound of delight as she curled underneath the covers. He half smiled at the picture of beauty and innocence she projected and leaned down over her to plant a light kiss on her forehead like he used to do for his younger sister at home when he'd tuck her in.

"Good night," he whispered feeling an odd feeling within him before he backed out of the room and gently closed the door.

*TBC*

Author's Note: Here's the forth rewrite. I am changing a few facts from my original purpose, but they aren't going to be that drastic. Please review and give me your uptake on what you think. ^_^

Special Thanks to: Altheia, GirlChama (J-chan!), and Enzeru no Yami who have been kind enough to give me encouragement while I work on this rewrite. ^_^