~*~*~ Everything for You ~*~*~

By: Rogue Angel Barton

Yeah yeah, I haven't updated in a while. But I'm doing the best I can considering how many fics I'm doing! Well, I don't own anything except for the plot... I think, but it's kind of trite. Wow! Vocab word! Don't know if I'm doing it right though...

Oh and the ages.

Hotaru: 19

Inners: 20

Haruka & Michiru: 22

G-Boys except Trowa: 21

Trowa: 22


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Hotaru yawned as the light hit her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes and saw the morning light streaming through the cracks in the slightly drawn blinds. Hotaru sat up and stretched. Something soft fell from her body. Hotaru looked down and fingered the soft material of the blanket. That was strange, she didn't cover herself with a blanket. And it couldn't have been Duo...

Standing up Hotaru looked around the room. It was empty and the door was half shut. Perhaps one of the nurses... Hotaru walked over to her sleeping brother. He was snoring slightly. Kissing his forehead, she smiled as he turned over and continued to snore with a smile on his face.

"Some things never change..."

"And nothing can wake up Duo except food."

Hotaru snapped around to look at the source of the voice. She saw Heero Yuy leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. In his hands were two trays of food. He mentioned for Hotaru to sit at the round wooden table by the corner. Hotaru obeyed and sat down. As she opened the blinds to allow sunlight to stream into the room, Heero placed the trays down, one in front of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Taking a seat across from her, Heero looked at the rising sun. Hotaru paused to look at him. His wild bangs hung over his face and with golden sunrise made his hair seem to glow with a beautiful yellow light. His Prussian eyes were half shut with the wariness of sleep. The blue orbs seem to relax in the presence of such a beautiful sunrise.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Heero turned to her and cocked a brow. Hotaru cocked her head in the direction of the sunrise. Heero smiled slightly and turned back to the symphony of a new day as the morning bird began to sing.

"Sure is. Nothing more beautiful than the simple picture painted by Mother Nature."

Hotaru smiled and nodded. She stabbed at her pancake with little interest. She turned her head slightly to see the orange ball of fire completely risen from the horizon. Cutting off a small bite, she twisted the pancake on her fork.

Seeing Hotaru not eating from the corner of his eyes, Heero turned to face the frail looking girl. He watched as her dim violet eyes observed the food on her fork. Then slowly and hesitantly, she took a small bite.

Heero's eyes escaped its usual coldness and a bit of concern shone through. That soon faded as he took a bit of his bacon. It wasn't that bad honestly, considering it was hospital food. Hotaru however pushed the plate to the back of her tray and took a small drink from her milk.

Heero put down his fork and rested his chin on his right hand. His elbows against the table. He cocked his head to one side.

"I know its hospital food... but its not that bad."

Hotaru looked up and realized that she wasn't alone. She looked away from Heero's puzzled and slightly concerned glaze. She didn't need someone else worried and babying her, especially not a man like Heero Yuy.

"It's okay really. I never eat much. I've been sickly since I was a little child, so... I'm not big on eating."

Heero nodded solemnly. He couldn't help but worry about her. Now that she's said it out loud, he did REALLY begin to notice her sickly appearance. She was really pale, especially in the golden light of the sunrise. Her dark hair made her frail and petite appearance stand out. Last night seeing how weak she seemed under the silver moonlight and how pale she looked, Heero was really scared that she would get sick over the cold night.

"No wonder you seemed slightly pale..."

Hotaru looked up shocked. She didn't expect Heero to notice.

"Slightly seem to be underestimating it."

Heero couldn't help but allow a quiet chuckle to escape. Very few women would be joking at their own expense. Refreshing.

"I'm surprised that Duo's Maxwell's sister doesn't like to eat."

Hotaru giggled silently as well.

"Duo's the strange one, he eats way too much. Even as a child."

Heero chuckled. He could believe that one. On several occasions Duo practically ate the guys out of house and home. He watched as Hotaru turned away from him and looked out the window once more. Her eyes clouded over. Heero could tell that she was thinking about the past.

"You're really something..."

Hotaru snapped around and glared at Heero Yuy. His voice suddenly went cold and she didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean?"

Heero winced inwardly. Her voice was almost as cold and lifeless as his was. He regarded her with impassive eyes, but he was shocked that she could turn so quickly. A bit of concern clawed at his ice-cold heart.

"You're not like any other girl I've met."

"And is that a good thing?"

Hotaru didn't mean for her voice to hold any curiosity but it came out that way. She watched as Heero smirked.

"No."

Hotaru's anger erupted once more. Damn this man. How can he make her feel so good and then so bad in one second? Damn him!

Hotaru couldn't control herself any longer. She stood up and stormed out of the room. If she hadn't, Heero Yuy would be dead. And no matter how much she hated him, she couldn't let that happen.

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Heero sat at the chair, his face in his hands. He had to do it... why... he didn't know. But he had been such a butthead, he just had to say that to her.

"Heero why are you treating my sister like that?"

Heero sighed. Duo had woke up and heard what he said to Hotaru and he could hear the pain and anger in Duo's voice. Heero shook his head furiously.

"I don't know Duo, I just god damn don't know!"

With that Heero stood up and the chair slammed against the floor. Heero squeezed his eyes shut, his fist clenched together.

"Heero Hotaru isn't... her..."

Heero shook his head. His eyes held a wild and maddening look.

"She's so much like her in spirit. Hotaru looks like the completely opposite... but the two of them are so alike in many more ways."

"Heero HOTARU ISN'T HER! DON"T TREAT HER LIKE THE ENEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"DAMN IT DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?! DON'T YOU THINK I'M TRYING?!?!"

Heero became furious and in his uncontrollable rage he flipped over the table. Food scattered everywhere as the table and trays broke the window. Glass flew everywhere and some made tiny cuts on Heero's face. The blood ran down his face, making Heero appear as if he was crying the tears of blood.

"Duo I'm TRYING! I'M TRYING TO FORGET HER! I'm trying to forget the PAIN! But I can't!!!! Your sister reminds me of her! She reminds me of the misery and the end of everything I HAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heero stormed out the door and slammed the door. The door broke from its hinges and fell with a huge noise to the white floor. Duo ran a hand through his hair. His heart was in turmoil. Damn it, how can two people that are so similar be so destructive. Yes, both his sister and Heero were at the point of self-destruction. But friends bound them both to this world.... and family.

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Heero jumped onto his motorcycle and sped away at high speeds. To get away... from the pain... the memories... the feelings... the sense of utter self-destruction.

Heero dodged the on coming cars and sped through the narrow cracks between cars. He finally came to his second home... the racetrack.

When Heero entered the stadium, he discovered that there was already someone there. A yellow motorcycle, extremely fast. The rider seemed to have seen Heero and slowed down. Heero watched with shock as the rider pulled off his helmet. It was Haruka! A friend of Hotaru's.

"What are you doing here Yuy?"

"I could ask you the same."

Haruka stared into the man's dark blue eyes and she felt a shiver go down her spine. His eyes were so cold, so emotionless. They were kind of like Hotaru's.

"I can race if I want. Racing isn't a competition reserved only for men."

Haruka watched as the silent youth only nodded. She looked down at his bike. Impressive, it was hooked up with all the right equipment for a high-speed race. It was a beautiful bike. The color was a deep midnight blue. In the front, reaching to a little more than half way of the body of the bike were dark gray flames.

"Nice bike kid."

"I'm no kid."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 21."

"Still young."

"Hn..."

Haruka watched as Heero looked at the track. His eyes shone with a lust.

"Wanna race? One lap..."

Haruka was shocked that the boy asked her. She was older, and he had seen how fast she was... even though she was holding back. Haruka smirked and got onto her bike, she never turned down a challenge. Especially not one of someone that angered his adoptive daughter.

"Sure you can keep up?'

"Hn..."

Haruka shrugged and followed Heero to the starting line.

"You two ready?"

Heero snapped his head around, shocked at the voice. Someone else was there, he hadn't noticed her. Michiru sat calmly on the benches, a soft smile gracing her lips. It had been a while since some had enough guts to challenge Haruka. This boy was either really stupid, really brave, or really fast. Looking at his roguish appearance, probably the last two.

He reminded her of Hotaru. They were both the careless and wild types. Hotaru may seem innocent and shy, but Michiru knew that her power was like Heero. Heero's spirit was untamable while Hotaru's power was untamable. They were both the dark brooding types. Wisdom beyond their years, but it came at a great price. They both had seen and experienced things that no human ever should. They were both at their last string... even though they try to hide it. They want to end everything... the pain... the hate... the misery... their lives...

"On your marks..."

The two racers revved up their engines.

"Get set..."

Heero and Haruka looked at one another from the corner of their eyes. Haruka was shocked to see the boy wasn't wearing a helmet.

"GO!!!!!"

The two sped like lightning ahead. They became mere blurs as each tried to outdo the other. Haruka realized how fast the boy was. Soon Heero began inching ahead. Haruka tried to catch up, but realized that she couldn't go faster safely.

Heero smirked as he realized that Haruka couldn't keep up with him too long. She was still fast though. Faster than any other he had raced, including the other guys. Something caught his eye as he realized that Haruka had inched up, catching up to him slightly. Heero looked down to the accelerator. He was going faster than he had ever gone. He should have crashed by now. It didn't matter, nothing did. The wind blew through his hair, the track whizzing by. He was free, for that one minute. He was the wind, free of the hardships of his life. His spirit soared. He was so close to the finish line.

As he passed the finish line, a bump in the road sent the bike out of control. Heero merely frowned as the bike stopped and threw him towards. He sailed into the air and landed in the grass. Tumbling and rolling out of control, he could feel his body erupting into pain.

Haruka quickly stopped her bike as she saw the guy fly off his. She ran over to him, as did Michiru and the other girls hiding in the shadows. Even worse, he wasn't wearing a helmet.

Michiru's heart tightened as she sawed Heero tumble and roll on the floor several times. Finally he came to a halt.

Rei was shocked as she saw the guy lay still for a minute. She couldn't believe his speed. He was like a rocket, like the wind, fast as lightning.

Minako couldn't believe it. Heero had crashed, and it seemed he was really hurt. Oh, how was she supposed to explain this to Duo?

Makoto ran with the others towards Heero. She suddenly gasped. Heero was trying to get up, his arms on the ground, slowly lifting his body up.

Ami couldn't believe it. Who was this guy? He had not only survived the crash, but he was getting up! There was no medical explanation for this one...

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Serena's P.O.V

How is this possible? Heero's sitting up right now, holding his sides. No way, no one can do it! The only person who can survive that without going unconscious would be us Scouts, but Heero's human. He's normal, or is he? He's a lot like Hotaru. They can never seem to die, or be defeated. Damn it, do you have a death wish too Heero?

Normal P.O.V.

Heero sat up. Damn his body hurt so much. He watched as 8 women ran up to him. All at once they asked him how he was and if he was okay. Heero was shocked; no one really cared before. And them, they seemed really concerned.

"I'm fine."

It came out as barely a whisper but all the girls sighed with relief. However they didn't seem to have believed him. Haruka and Makoto helped him up. Usagi stepped toward and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"We should get you to the hospital."

"No really... I'm fine."

Rei sent him a glare.

"No one can go through that without being in pain."

Ami nodded and quickly checked on his ribs.

"You have six cracked ribs, one broken and several bruises. We need to get you to the hospital."

"Honestly I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital."

Minako's brow furrowed with worry. He was like a child, lost and in need to a mother. And right now, seven women were his mothers, except Haruka.

"We're taking you home."

Everyone looked in shock at Haruka. Heero shook his head gently but stopped once he realized how much it hurt.

"No thank you. I can get home myself."

"No way, we're taking you home."

Heero turned to Michiru who was glaring at him. They helped Heero into Makoto's car. Haruka took care of his bike, which was just fine with a few scratches on it.

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There we go! The next chapter! Oh, poor Heero's hurt. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!