Her voice wheezed in a throat that had died along with the rest of her body the moment before she had collasped into Wufei's awaiting embrace that first time. Her good eye rolled in it's socket but did not see the room, she was blinded by that horrible pain. Kneeling Quatre reached out to her, his hand brushed her brow and she moaned softly. The callouses on those hands must hurt against to tender skin. "Shhhh...." The blond called to her in a hushed voice. " Your ok."

Gray eyes cleared suddenly when Quatre laid his had solidly on her shoulder. it had been meant as a comforting touch but did little more to rouse her spirit up from the depths of her being up into the superficial sight of human eye's. "Don't touch me!'"She shouted! Filinging her own body away from him with a strength she did not possess. Blood oozed fromthe corner of her mouth, she had torn her ripped her throat in her shout. "Don't ever touch me!" She spoke with little more that a wheezing whisper and yet the hardness that surfacedin her face, the rigid hate that flowe dfrom her choked the pilots and Duo staggered backwards and out of the room. "They murdered him! They murdered my little brother! Those wicked wicked men! I Will kill them!" her voice was no longer capable of a shout and yet that ungly whisper held a scream within it. She muttered to herself in chinese, angry hateful word none of the pilots wished to hear. They knew what she was saying but they could not believe it. Surely this girl was barely fourteen! But wait.....how old where they? Often the pilots would forget that they too where just children...simply children.

"They didn't mean too.." Quatre gasped, breathless... "We..."

"Quatre..." Heero's voice was a warning, "Go help Wufei..." The next words that flowed fromhis lips where the must beautifully spoken arabic that even Quatre found no flaw in it he had said 'hide the...evidence.'

The small blond nodded, straightening while he smoothed his vest (A nervious habit).

"Girl." Heero kept his voice low, unemotional...he must not frighten her. That gray eye rolled over to look at him, glareing threw his skull.

"Nya?" her voice moved to match his own, a reaction some weomn have...match the mans tone to prove you are as good as him if not better.

"Tell me your name."

"No."

"Girl"

"Don't call me girl."

Trowa watched this small debate without coment. He had thought this girl familar...now he was sure. At last Duo had caught his breath enough to reenter the room. "'ello!" He forced a grin, pushing his mask firmly inot place, he look moved to him with a slow sweeping motion of her eye.

"Who are you?" She asked him, no longer caring about Heero...she already made up her mind about him. She like him, he struck her to be born form a strong and proud father.

"Duo."

"Duo? That's a a strange name." A smile lent a lovely curve to her lips and Duo felt his heart break for what ruined beauty lay beyond that bandage that hid an entire side of her face.

"Yeah well. Tell me your name then we will see who's got a weird name." The braided boy pouted stubbornly.

A gray eye flicked to Heero. "Airashii Ainjin."