Chapter 1:
Trowa lie awake in his bed, his emerald eyes focusing on the silver crescent moon
hanging outside of his bedroom window. He loved the moon, it always reminded him of
Luna. She had always worn a small silver chain with a crescent moon pendant hanging
from it, and the silver-whiteness of the moon matched the hue of her hair. The young
girls smile resembled the soft glow of moonlight, and even her name: Luna Luce, meant
Moon Light. The only part of her that did not remind him of the moon were her eyes.
Icy, arctic blue oculars were like hued mirrors, and always twinkled when she smiled.
@ Memory @
Eight year old Trowa ran a nervous hand through is light brown hair, and his dark green
eyes were wide with worry. He was pacing. Even at a young age, pacing was out of
character for the boy. One of the older mercenaries noticed this and inquired.
"What's eatin' ya, kid?" A young man of sixteen asked. His dirty-blonde was hair
combed behind his ear, and his wide brown eyes were full of sincere concern
" Marcus, the colony… ZXS 8791 on L3, what happened to it after our departure."
Marcus cocked an eyebrow at him, "It was destroyed. Why do you ask?"
"Luna and I got separated in the crowd and we left without her." Trowa stated.
The older boy winced, he knew how close Trowa and Luna were.
"Damn… that's terrible. She was your best friend, our fastest runner and our most
efficient spy. We are all gonna miss her, kid."
Trowa could only nod, fearing that if he spoke that he might burst into tears.
Marcus took a furtive look around, and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"Hey, why don't you take the rest of the day off? I'll cover for you,"
"Thanks." Trowa managed to choke out.
"No problem-o," The older soldier replied.
Trowa shuffled off to his quarters.
He had never shed so many tears in his life.
@ Ended @
Sighing, Trowa lowered his green eyes, allowing a single tear to slide down his cheek.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, Luna."
He flicked the tear off his face, and rolled out of his bed. Trowa silently walked down to
the kitchen, not bothering to put a shirt over his bare chest. His black silk pajama pants
felt cool against his legs. After making a cup of tea, Trowa settled at the kitchen table.
The hot liquid relaxed him, but did not lift the guilt of leaving his best friend on a colony
destined for doom. Suddenly, a light butterfly-like fluttering attacked his chest. He knew
this feeling. He just couldn't put his finger on where he had felt it before. But the feeling
vanished before he had time to analyze any further.
"What in the-"
Trowa gasped in obvious pain, tightening his grip around the tea cup. Blinded by the
pain, he grasped the tea cup with such vigor that the delicate china shattered into a
hundred minuscule pieces. Crimson blood poured out of his left palm, and he clutched
his throbbing chest with his right.
"Help…me…" He wheezed.
Duo's keen sense of hearing picked up the slight shatter of china, and sounds of a
person in pain wafting from the kitchen. The brown-haired young man, bounded from his
bed and rushed to the kitchen. The sight of a Trowa grabbing his chest as blood flowed
freely from his free hand greeted him. Duo rushed to his side.
"What's wrong , man?!" The braided pilot exclaimed.
"It hurts…" Trowa mumbled.
"Your ribs? Lungs? Heart?"
"I don't know! Make it stop. Duo, please make it stop!"
Duo had never seen Trowa in such agony, nor had he witnessed him panic.
It was heartbreaking. The worse part was, that he had no clue what to do about it.
"Ah…" Trowa stopped shaking, and was beginning to breath evenly. After making sure
Trowa was okay, Duo retrieved a first aid kit and proceeded in cleaning and bandaging
the green eyed man's injured hand.
"What happened?" Duo asked, wrapping white gauze around the wound.
"I don't know, I was drinking tea, and suddenly it felt as if butterflies where flying in my
chest. Then it felt like somebody had taken a money wrench and clamped it on my
heart."
"Sounds like empathy to me."
Trowa hadn't thought of that. Maybe he and Luna were connected, and that would
mean… Luna was alive, and was in a lot of pain.
"What's all the noise about?" Heero's deep voice resonated throughout the room.
"Nothing important," Trowa replied quickly, before Duo could say anything. Heero
raised an eyebrow at the bandage, but pivoted to return bed nonetheless.
"Wait! Before you go to sleep, I'd like to ask a favor."
"What kind?"
"Find a person. Luna L. Luce, silver-white hair, arctic blue eyes. Orphan. Trained as a
spy."
"Accepted, but not now. I'm tired."
Trowa nodded, and Heero went back to his room.
"Who is this Luna chick anyway?" Duo asked.
"A friend." Was Trowa succinct response.
"Tell me about her, from your description she sounds pretty hot." Duo urged.
"Long story."
"Got nothing but time, ol' buddy."
"It's late."
"I can't sleep, and neither can you."
Duo smiled when Trowa didn't answer immediately. He decided to use this chance to
further persuade him.
"Come on, Trowa! It isn't good to keep things bottled up inside, it can't be that bad."
"Can't be that bad? Can't be that bad? I DIED that night!"
Duo was shocked at the other man's outburst, and decided to choose his words carefully
from then onward.
"What do you mean?"
Trowa sat down on the couch, and leaned into the cushions. Duo sat next to him, and
"I don't even know where to start."
"At the beginning, stories always sound better from there."
"It all began on a winter morning, I was four. The mercenaries told me we had a
newcomer, and she was a girl my age. I went to meet her."
~ *~ * ~ * ~
A four year old girl stood in the middle of a room. She was dressed in a black winter's
jacket and blue waterproof pants. Her black boots were wet with snow. Her long
silver-white hair was pulled into two plaits that fell to her shoulders. A blue winters cap
was pulled down to her eyebrows.
"Hi," A boy of the same age greeted. His light brown hair was combed to the side, but his
bangs didn't quite reach his eyes. The girl's arctic blue eyes twinkled as she smiled. She
stuck her hand out. "Luna L. Luce."
"Trowa Barton. What's the 'L' stand for?" Trowa asked curiously.
"Well, Trowa, if I told ya I'd have to kill ya." Trowa smiled.
"Alright! You two! Go outside and clean the out the gun shed. Organize the weapons by
type. Knife, rifle and so on. Be back at 1300 hours. " (A/N: I'm sorry, it's a stupid order,
but It was all I could think of.)
Trowa slipped on a coat and gloves and the two of them went out into the snow.
"Hey, if we clean up whatever we are cleaning really quick, do you want play in the
snow?"
Young Trowa smiled, and nodded.
~
"You can't catch me!" Luna cried, bolting through the snow. Trowa held a chunk of
snow in his gloved hands. The boy chucked the snow chunk at the girl, deftly, she
twisted away. Luna scooped up snow, and slipped behind the shed.
"Luna?" Trowa called out. The blonde girl sneaked up behind him, and dumped two
handfuls of snow down his shirt. He jumped in surprise and the feeling of coldness on his
back.
"Ah! Cold!" Trowa cried jumping around. Luna fell down laughing, holding her sides.
"It's time to go," She informed him, in between laughs.
'Time passes, the children grew older and closer'
Seven year old Trowa played a slow haunting song on his flute. Luna's mirror-like blue
eyes lit up at the sound of the tune, and she began to sing.
"Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings
once upon on a December."
Trowa dropped his flute, and his lips curved into a smile. He playfully punched Luna in
the shoulder.
"You never told me you could sing."
"You never asked," Luna shrugged.
Trowa disassembled his flute and put it away.
"You gotta go spy on the other camp."
"Again? Why me?"
"Cause you are the best spy out of all of us. And if you get caught, you could easily pass
off as a civilian child playing the wrong area."
"Ugh, I don't LIKE spying on the camps! I HATE it! I HATE them!" She exclaimed.
Trowa's green eyes widened in surprise. Luna never usually spoke that way with him.
Her blue eyes were dark with hatred, and her smile was gone.
"Calm down, Lu! It can't be that bad."
"You don't have the slightest clue." She stated darkly, and spun to leave the room.
"Luna!"
'One Year Later'
The two children stood on the side of a road. Trowa listened as Luna sang. She was still
taller than he is.
"Hey Luna? Those crescent moon pendants you always wear, were did you get them?"
Eight year old Trowa questioned.
"At the orphanage, Miss Lady told me they belonged to my mother. She said she would
come back for them. Never did though, probably never will."
"May I see one?" Trowa asked.
"Sure," The girl replied, unhooking the clasp and handing the piece of jewelry to her
friend. Trowa fingered the small silver chain, and held the crescent moon pendant with
his forefinger and thumb. The ground below them shook suddenly, causing Luna to
topple over.
"What was that?" she exclaimed as he helped her to her feet.
"THE ENEMY IS ATTACKING!! RUN!!!" A random civilian cried. The man's outburst
incited a horde of frightened people running for cover. The swarm of people pulled the
two children apart, and the little girl was lost in the sea of people.
"Luna! Luna! Where are you?!" Trowa called.
A strong arm oulled him out of the crowd.
"Come on, we gotta go!"
"What about Luna?"
"She's as good as dead now."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
"After we departed from colony, I spoke with one of the older mercenaries. He told me
the colony that we had just been on had been destroyed. I had never cried so much in my
entire life." Trowa blinked back the tears.
"I'm sorry, Trowa, I didn't know. I didn't mean to make you relive painful memories."
"It's all right."
"I'm so sorry, man."
"Don't sweat it. Actually now that I've gotten it off my chest, I think I can finally sleep."
~ That's it for now! I'm so sorry for the long wait! I was really busy trying to conclude my fics "The Mechanic" and "All the Pretty Little Horses"
Well I better go start the second chapter!
Bye!
~ Sylver Secret
