Through New Eyes

Ray: Here's my first chapter of this joint fic! Stretch! I'm all ready and happy! I'll give you my regular time check even if my ane-chan Shadows doesn't. Tehehe! I got out of school early today. Everyone did. I was so hungry that my tummy is growling. (bad use of my tenses). Ane chan and I were talking all through class of what to do in this story.

Also just a reminder, I don't care if people know my age or my name. Do you know how many Sara's are out there? Well I'm 12 and I'm going into 8th grade next year. Um…I'm of Chinese ethnicity. Well that's all about me. Nothing new. Well Ane chan cut her hair! Well that's not new either.

So right now it's 12:15 pm June 11, 2001. I'll get started and stop yapping.

(July 12, 2001 10:13 pm. Sorry Mamoru lovers. Hate to let you know so late but this isn't the fic for you. High tail it outta here if you don't like this. It's late and I can't fix what ane-chan missed but here's your warning. Don't bother to flame us. Anyways, that little scene doesn't really dis mamoru. It's the set up and if you think it's an excuse to get into the gundam wing world easy, you're wrong. YOU ARE SSSSSSOOOOO wrong. There is a lot more to this story then you see right now and chapters to come maybe two or three.)

Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM. If I did, I'd be really rich and have my own lap top, a palm, and a super fast computer. Not to add I'd have a mountain of anime DVDs, a cell phone, pager, all this anime stuff. Well you get the picture. I don't own them. (weep)

Through New Eyes

Chapter One

A Stunning Find

Quatre sat outside in his backyard of his mansion. The grand building towered behind him. He held in his hands a book. All was silent except for the wildlife around him. The birds decided to chirp overly loud today. It was a nice pleasant day and the sun was out. The rays radiated down on the pool and surrounded him. He sighed. As time had went on the shadows lengthened. It was a little past mid day. Rashid had come out to inform him of this and he should go back inside so not to get burned. Quatre waved it off and stayed outside. For all he knew it could rain tomorrow.

The Arabian flipped the page of his book, not really reading it. When he decided to read it once more he looked up. He could have sworn he had just heard something. Something as in anything. Perhaps he was just overreacting and it was just a cat or a squirrel. The boy inspected his surroundings. Apparently all was calm but he knew something, Something was up.

He looked to his left and much to his shock and surprise there was someone there, floating above the ground. The person, obviously a girl was dressed in wet clothing. Water dripped from her face and landed into small puddles on the concrete ground. She hovered above the chair next to his and tumbled to the ground, hitting the chair. If she wasn't unconscious earlier she would be now.

Quatre was frozen and blushing, recovering from the shock of finding someone hovering in midair. He immediately inspected the girl. Apparently her forehead had hit the chair. He put his hand on her forehead. She wasn't burning up but she was still wet. She had beautiful long blonde hair that was done up in two messy blond buns, one on each side of her head. Her hair was dirty with bits of dirt and mud. She appeared to have several bruises and cuts. Not to add that she only had a towel covering up her bottom half. The boy quickly gathered the girl up, blushing the whole time, and ran into the grand mansion.

Once he was inside he wasn't sure where to go. His eyes took a moment to adjust from the bright outdoors to the darker building. He looked around unsure. He ran down the hall and almost collided with a servant. He stopped. "You get the doctor quick!" The servant nodded and took off in the other direction. Quatre stopped and opened a door. He was in his room right now. He quickly brought the girl over to his bed and set her down. He spotted another servant standing with a feather duster in hand. She was staring at the boy that had come running in. "Quick, you change her into something dry."

The servant snapped back into the real world and nodded. The bright blue eyed boy left the room and paced around outside, waiting for the doctor. It was the most stunning thing he had ever found. It wasn't everyday a girl came out of thin air and crashed into the floor. He wondered who she was. She obviously wasn't from his mansion. Another question ran through his mind. What had happened to her? She was soaking wet and injured. Something, if anything, must have happened to her. He looked down the hall to see the doctor coming.

The doctor walked down the red carpeted hallway. Most of the carpeting in the building was red. A regal color, so they say. On one side of the hall there were windows lining down it. On the other side there were the occasional doors leading to a room or an opening leading down another hallway. Through out most of the building there were artworks being showed off. Sometimes there were the family pictures or paintings. Some revealed the history of the family and some were just portraits used to remember the person.

When the man arrived in front of the boy he opened the door. Quatre followed the aged man into the room. The servant had tucked the girl into the bed. The doctor brushed by the servant. He looked at his patient. He placed his hand on her forehead. He withdrew his hand and inspected her a little more. He forced opened her closed eyes, looking to see if there was anything wrong. After a few minutes the Arabian ventured to speak. "How is she?" he asked. He was curious, willing to help this girl. She was hurt and he had a few extra rooms in his home he could let her use.

The doctor inspected her once more. "She has no serious injuries on the outside. She has a bruise that will form on her head. This girl should be getting up soon." The doctor looked at the Arabian. "She'll be fine in no time." Quatre nodded. The doctor packed up his things and left. The boy walked over to the girl's side. He looked down at her. He wondered who she was.

Several hours had passed. Usagi groaned a little and opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She shook her head and groaned again. She slowly tried to sit up. She placed her hand on her forehead. There was pain ringing through her head, her whole body, especially down there. When her vision cleared she realized that she wasn't in Mamoru's apartment. She didn't remember what had happened. Then it struck her. She quickly got up and scrambled into the bathroom. She at least she thought it was the bathroom. Her vision blurred with tears and she vomited.

Tears sprung from her eyes as she leaned against the cabinets tired and hurt from what had happened in the last day. She felt horrible. 'How could I let that happen?' She mentally screamed at herself. 'I was a fool, I can't believe I loved him.' She looked up as a door opened. The senshi of the moon stood up wobbling a little. The person walked into the bathroom. He had platinum blond hair and bright blue eyes. The moon princess was curious who he was but she had no voice to speak at the moment.

"Oh you woke up," the boy's eyes shifted around the room to see the vomit on the floor. He didn't say anything for a moment. Usagi's eyes followed his gaze to look at the vomit. "It's quite all right," the boy said motioning to the mess. "I'll have someone clean it up. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. This is my mansion. And you are…?"

"Tsukino Usagi," she managed to croak out.

The Arabian noticed the difficulty she had to speak. The girl struggled to stand up. Quatre kneeled down beside her and helped her stand up. Usagi wobbled a little bit, leaning on Quatre's shoulder heavily. The boy helped her through the doorway. He had a bit of difficulty supporting the girl's weight and his own on his feet. Sure he wasn't the weakest guy out there but he certainly wasn't the strongest.

Eventually he helped Usagi to the bed. The girl sinked into the bed and laid back, pulling the covers over herself a bit. She closed her eyes, tired and worn out. Silent tears rolled down her face. She eventually went to sleep with tears still wet on her face. Quatre let her drift back to sleep. He quietly slipped away from the room to get someone to clean up the mess.

Quatre walked down the hall and into the winding maze of red carpeted hallways that he had memorized over the time of his stay at this house. He soon arrived into the main sitting area. Here there was a white sofa set and a fireplace. Also in this room was the TV and various plants that he insisted should be there. Quatre looked about for a moment and spotted a servant dusting a few items. "Excuse me," he began. "Would you so kindly clean up my bathroom?"

The servant nodded his head. He wouldn't refuse. Well he couldn't anyways, it might get him fired, even if Quatre was a nice guy. The servant got up to leave. Quatre sighed. What to do now? He should call everyone else. This girl was suspicious. She may have control of powers that brought her out of thin air. But she didn't seem to be a threat. The bright blue eyed boy knew that Hiiro was going to stock the poor girl and pull his gun on her. Hiiro wouldn't leave her alone until he found out who she was. Everyone else would most likely accept her quickly, well except for Wufei.

Quatre picked up a phone and dialed a number into it. (I'm not sure if they have phones but who gives a rat's ass) He waited for someone to pick up. After several rings someone did pick up. "Omae o koruso."

"Um hi Hiiro, did I call at a bad time?" Quatre asked. He was unsure what the other pilot would reply.

"Hn."

"Um ok so who's with you right now?'

"Wufei is chasing Duo and Trowa's reading."

"Oh good," Quatre thought for a moment. "Come to my mansion near the Sanch kingdom. I just wanted you guys to come over since I have extra rooms and I know your apartment wouldn't fit everyone."

"hn."

"All right, bye Hiiro."

Quatre hung up the phone. That wasn't the best way but he was right. Hiiro's apartment only had two bedrooms, one for himself and the other for a guest. He walked back the way he came to see how Usagi was doing. He paused when he saw the girl sitting outside in the grass with her knees pulled up to her chest. The Arabian stepped outside through a door. The Japanese girl didn't notice him as he sat down next to her. "So how are you feeling?" Quatre asked.

The girl didn't reply. She let another tear run off her face. Usagi made no move to wipe it away. It ran down her face and fell into the grass, barely disturbing the plant life. Quatre turned as he noticed the tear. He didn't know what to say. "Usagi I'm sure everything will be all right."

"Nothing will ever be all right!" she snapped. The girl closed her eyes and felt tears run away from her eyes. "I can never be Tsukino Usagi again! I'll never be the same!"

Quatre was unsure of what to say. He didn't know how to comfort her. "If you can never be the Tsukino Usagi you were, you can always be a new Tsukino Usagi here."

The former moon princess let out another sniffle and rubbed away the rest of her tears with the back of her hand. "I guess you're right," she sighed. She let out another sniffle. There was a loud racket from the other side of the mansion but she paid no mind to it.

"Well first off," Quatre reached over and took out one of her odangos. Usagi let out a little gasp. The right half of her hair fell into soft golden waves down her back and falling into the thick green grass. "You should take those out. I mean they seem to tie you to your past I guess."

Usagi nodded, confirming what he thought. She undid her other odango. She shook her head a little so her hair came together more from their separate sides of her head. She smiled at how free she felt as if the way she had done her hair bounded her to her past. The girl pulled herself to her feet. Her eyes were still red and her nose still ran but the tears had stopped.

Quatre looked up as he heard a noise of a motorcycle stopping. 'That must be either Hiiro or Duo. No it was Hiiro, the stop was too clean,' he thought. Then he heard another screech come to a stop. 'That's Duo.' Usagi tilted her head to the side, curiously looking at the blond boy. "Those are my friends," he replied to her silent question, "Why don't you come with me to meet them?" he asked.

The girl shook her head in a no. "No," she replied. "I don't want to see anyone right now, especially how I look."

The boy pondered this for a moment. Her face was really red from crying, not to mention her eyes. Not only that but she was wearing his clothes. "They won't mind. The worse thing that could happen is that Hiiro would-" he stopped himself. No he shouldn't tell her that right now. "Well Wufei might call you-" no he shouldn't tell her that either or maybe he should. "Usagi you should meet them. If you really want, I could get a servant to give you a paper bag over your head though I don't know why you would wear one."

The moon senshi giggled a little at this. "I'll go meet them," she said finally. Quatre nodded. He could understand her hesitance but she looked fine enough to meet his friends. The pink in her face and the red in her eyes were quickly fading. Quatre guided Usagi back into the mansion. He led her through the maze of hallways until they reached the foyer. There, Usagi spotted two boys with motorcycle helmets in their hands. (don't ask why I made them have motorcycles) There were two other boys with them.

"Hey Q-man!" one boy called out. He had a long chestnut brown braid hanging down his back and cobalt blue eyes. His eyes shifted from Quatre to the girl behind him. "Who's that babe?" he asked. Usagi blushed a bit and stepped behind Quatre as if he was to hide her. "Your girlfriend?"

This caused Usagi to hide her face in her hands. Quatre, he himself was blushing too at the question. He noticed that the rest of his friends watching him too, surprise barely even touched their faces but it was there. Usagi watched as one of the boys, obviously Chinese, muttered something under his breath. She didn't really catch it except for one word. She marched up to him, and without waiting for him to take notice of her, punched him. The boy stumbled back and she heard two clicks. "It was him!" she cried out in self defense. "You guys should tell him not to call girl's he haven't even met such a rude name!"

"Omae o koruso," one boy with a gun out replied evenly.

"Hey you guys," the boy with the braid started, "if Wu-man called you a weak onna, wouldn't you do the same?" The two boys shifted their eyes to look at other the boy. An obvious no lingered in the air. "Fine, fine I should have known."

"Hiiro, Trowa, you can lower your guns," Quatre shook his head. "I should have known that this would have happened. It's not Usagi's fault. It was awfully rude of Wufei to call Usagi that but she didn't mean any harm."

A boy with long bangs that covered one eye, lowered his gun. The other boy didn't though. "Hiiro," Quatre said exasperated. This hadn't gone quite exactly as planned but he wasn't too surprised. The Japanese boy lowered his gun and put it back into (cringe) his spandex shorts. Usagi sighed.

"Maybe I should leave before I cause any more trouble," Usagi stepped away from the group. "I should go home."

Quatre turned to look at the girl. "Usagi…" he began.

"Don't…don't Usagi me!" the girl cried out shaking her head. "My life is over with already!"

Quatre stepped towards the girl unsure of what to really do. "Usagi, you said that you'd start things anew for yourself." He knew that something horrible was going to happen if she left. Something flashed through his mind briefly. Usagi was lying on the floor of a forest, unconscious. Around her were eight women, dressed in sailor fukus, their spirits glowing of different colors. "Your senshi would want you to stay here!" Quatre cried out, somewhat desperately.

The girl froze at the mention of her best friends. How did… "How do you know about them?" she asked.

"I just do," Quatre replied somewhat lamely.

"Okay!" The braided boy held up his hands. "You," he pointed at Usagi. "you better explain yourself now."

Usagi sat down on the couch of the main sitting room. She sighed a bit before beginning.

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My name is Tsukino Usagi, translated it would be rabbit of the moon. I am also known as Princess Serenity or Sailor Moon. My story starts as few thousand years ago in the Silver Millennium. There I was known as Princess Serenity of the moon. It was attacked by dark forces and my fiancé was killed and then I killed myself. My mother was devastated and then she sealed my court and sent us into the future.

Here I was born as Tsukino Usagi. At the age of fourteen, I met my former advisor in the form of a cat. I have been fighting the past four years of my life. Brushing death, becoming brainwashed, having the energy sucked out of me, watching my friends die, fighting my best friends. I've killed people and youmas. I have a set destiny with a man I no longer love, he who violated me. I'm forced to live the rest of my two thousand years without them. The last battle, they died. My senshi, no my best friends died. They had to die. They died for me. They made me swear that I wouldn't cry for them demo I can't hold it in anymore. They had to die for me! They left me alone with a destiny that I can't fulfill without them!

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Usagi slammed her fist into the coffee table. Tears streaming down her face. None of the boys looked as if they were really affected except Quatre. He had concern written all over his face. None of them may care, none of them may have really felt the pain but she, Tsukino Usagi would always feel the pain that bore in her. Their sacrifice had devastated her then and it still did.

"Weak onna," Wufei muttered.

"Wufei," Duo growled. "How did you feel when your wife died, when your colony was destroyed?" he asked, knowing the consequences. Wufei sprung to his feet and had the braided boy pinned to the wall by his throat.

"You would never understand," the Chinese pilot growled, flames burning from his eyes.

"As you wouldn't understand how I felt when my only father figure in the world was killed in cold blood," Duo snapped back. No more was the carefree, wide grinning braided pilot. "You wouldn't know how important Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were to me!" Duo brought his knee into Wufei's stomach.

Wufei released the boy, clutching his stomach. Duo brought back his fist, this would be for all the insults he had ever thrown at him, all the times he called him weak. His fist went right into the side of the Chinese boy's face. "Stop it!" Quatre cried out desperately. He didn't know that it would escalate into this. He had never foreseen this happening inside of his mansion.

It was Usagi who stopped it. She brought her fist into Duo's face. The braided boy stumbled back holding his face. Usagi was once more met with guns clicking. She turned to face the other boys. "I don't care anymore. Shoot me if you will."

"Lower your damn guns you guys!" Duo yelled from the floor. "Don't you see! She's gone through the same amount of pain we have." Hiiro nearly snorted at the word pain. "She's done nothing to us! If it was anyone who did anything to anyone, it would be us! Most likely me." Duo pulled himself to his feet. Trowa lowered his gun, Hiiro however made no move to do so. "Hiiro!" Duo snapped.

"Prove it," Hiiro said finally. Usagi looked up at him confused. "Prove your story true."

Usagi willed the Silver Crystal in front of her. She took a breath. "Moon Eternal make up!" she cried. Everyone in the room turned away at the blinding light that came from the crystal as it did her wish. Usagi's wings opened up, sending a few feathers everywhere. She was dressed in her fuku, something that she hadn't brought out since their death only to show it to strangers. "Gomen ne minna chan" she whispered to herself.

Her odangos took place in her hair once more. She wore a blue, pink, and yellow skirt with thin matching ribbons that formed a bow on the back of her waist. She wore long gloves that came up past her elbows and were trimmed with pink and odd barrettes. The three barrette set were found in her hair too, one on each side. At her shoulders where pink spheres that covered them. On her forehead was a golden upturned crescent moon and in her hands was a tier. On the top was a golden heart with a clear orb in the center. On the top of the heart was a small crystal, not the silver crystal, more for decoration. Underneath the golden heart was a pink heart with wings at the side. It matched the one Usagi wore at her heart.

"I am, Eternal Sailor Moon," she spoke louder. She spread out her wings further so the were straight. The girl looked straight at Hiiro. "Now do you believe me?" she asked.

Hiiro made no indication of anything. Wufei looked at her. "And you claim all those lives you killed, all those people who died for you. Dishonorable, you should have been the one to protect them," the Chinese boy shook his head.

"I…should have been there for them. I was their princess, I could have done something," Sailor Moon looked up. "I failed then."

Usagi turned, untransforming at the same time. She ran towards the back door of the room, leading outside. 'I failed them. I don't deserve this life.' She pulled the door open, hearing pleas for her to stop fading in the background. 'I don't deserve happiness.'

The golden haired girl ran away from the house, into the forest that backed it.

Quatre spun around. "Why did you do that!" he yelled. The blond Arabian didn't know what to do. Usagi was going to get hurt, killed. Another image flashed through his mind. Usagi laid on the forest floor, scars with blood running. Blood pooled around her. Quatre forced this image out of his mind. He had to find Usagi before, before she was killed.

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Okay! I'm done this chapter. Don't forget to review! I hoped you liked it. I had fun writing it. It's July 1, 2001 and right now it's 10:54 pm. So shadows chan has to get out the next chapter. Don't forget, REVIEW!

~Ray