MS: Well! Here is another chapter of Miss You as promised. By the end of this or the next week, another chapter should be up for all you readers.

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MS: I hope you enjoy the next installment of Miss You, and hope sanity may once sink into this household once again, or for once. On with the fic!

"Yui!" Wufei yelled, checking all the rooms for the chocolate haired boy. "Hey, Yui, where are you?" He peeked into the kitchen. Failing to find the boy, he turned around and left to search some more.

"You aren't going to find him." Trowa commented from the kitchen table. Wufei whirled around to find him drinking a cup of coffee, leaning against the wall by the doorway.

"Barton...?" The question that followed was silent, but understood.

"Heero's gone looking for Duo. He won't be back any time soon." Trowa took another sip from his cup, the steam continuing to rise up from the hot liquid.

"That can't be. Yui is always quick in his missions. Metal robots do not mess up and take more time than necessary. And the base isn't that far away. It'll be a breeze. Even Quatre could do it in a matter of an hour."

Trowa moved to the kitchen table and sat down. "Not this base. I've been captured at that base before, as Duo has been now." He closed his eyes painfully. "I learned things there I never wanted to know. About myself, about my past, about my family. I learned things that are too painful to hold on to, like a dagger to the heart. Duo shall be no different, and what he has learned thus far will make it harder for him to do much anything right now."

Wufei took a seat at the end of the table by Trowa. His eyes reflected pity for his companion pilot. "What did you learn?" He asked gently, seeing the struggle Trowa was dealing with.

"Things I never...." Wufei noticed Trowa's white knuckles around the coffee cup, as if resisting the urge to throw it across the room. Trowa shifted his left hand to his forehead, pressing the clenched fist against his head and squeezing his eyes shut tightly. His eyes began to glimmer with a faint set of tears as he struggled with the painful knowledge that had been forced into his brain. "Things I never wanted, never wished to know. There were horrible things about my past I learned, about.... about deaths I caused.....

"You begin to see a different you there. A you that other people, regular people, see. It's hard for you to decide if you are really a savior to these people, or just some sick person loving the pain, suffering, and death of others. You see the real you that others see. It's what your wife would see in you. Bloodthirsty, vengeful, and sick. You notice that you aren't much better than those fools in the suits for Oz. They do it to feed their families, because it's the only way they can make a living. You are doing it to save the colonists, but aren't people from Oz also colonists? Or are you doing it for pride, or self esteem? You can't discern much from anything after awhile."

Wufei sat with Trowa, wondering what he didn't already know, hasn't already seen, would bring him into such a pitiful state of mind. He thought a little, and felt a small amount of grief fill his lungs as he heaved. It hadn't bothered him since the event, and he had nearly forgotten it completely. He cleared his throat, and Trowa turned his attention to his friend.

"I once killed a man...... He begged me not to take his life. He said he was doing this to live, this was his only income coming to his family. He said that if he died, his family would starve..... I had been angry since the morning for some reason or another..... And I took his life anyways, as though it were a simple grass blade I was mowing. I still remember his face as he died..... He was crying...and praying.... When his body fell to the ground below me there was a picture.... A picture of his family and him, playing on a grassy turf. He had six kids, all young, and a crippled wife..... I took his life away, I was a murderer. And for what? An argument or bad day? It's no excuse for my actions...."

Trowa smiled a little, glad that his companion had finally started to reconsider some of the deeds they had done. Although it wasn't as intense as the base's mental devastation, it was good to realize faults. It was the first step to help oneself become a better person.

"Hey, Trowa...?" Wufei questioned hesitantly. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and although he was sure he was prying too far into a subject that didn't involve him, he couldn't help himself. "What was something you learned there? It's so hard for me to imagine something so bad could be revealed to me that I didn't already know."

Trowa gave a weak chuckle, smiling in spite of his dark attitude. "You think you know your past, don't you?" Wufei nodded, almost feverently. "Even if you don't think so, it doesn't matter. They say you learn something new everyday. Whether it's good or bad, helpful or painful, it's there shoved into your face without your consent."

Trowa leaned backwards in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and looking almost dazedly at the ceiling. "My goal in life is to stop this war. I want to save as many people as I can, and I want myself, and the millions of other civilians, to live once again in peace. I want people like myself to know what peace is, as we have lived our entire miserable lives in war. I fight for peace, I fight for love. I fight for a new generation. When I was captured at that base, secrets of my past were revealed to me. My parents seemed to have been good people. Regular citizens like everyone else. What I found out was otherwise.

"My father had been a trained assassin. What's worse? He worked for Oz, and was in high ranking offices. His name was known all throughout the business, and he was highly respected. Of course, not for the "wonderful" things he had done. He was respected because either he'd kill you and your family otherwise, or you liked the fact he killed world leaders promoting peace. My mother had been no better. She was in the very top office of Oz, and worked continually there. A workaholic, poor mother who knew the computer better than her own children. I had a sister, and no brothers. We both had been mistakes, nothing more than an accident on a rough night. She would have gladly given us up for adoption, and tried to, but was convinced otherwise by her few bosses. They said that they would need another fine officer like herself when the time came for her to leave, and who better than an heir?

"Not long after I had been born, the base where they worked at was violently hacked into. They fled for their lives on command, but along the way, I was dropped off the makeshift carriage. My mother didn't care, I was just a nuisance to her anyway. She could train someone else in my place, someone older and more grown up than a mere baby. She and my father were both killed that night by allies of the base hackers. I don't know what happened to my sister, I don't know what happened to the bodies of my parents. I do not care for them, as cruel and harsh as it may sound. I cannot even be grateful that they raised me, for they didn't whatsoever. I do not know if I would have rather learned this awful knowledge or not. You know, it sort of reminds me of the civil war in the United States of America a long, long time ago when I think of what they were and what I am now."

Wufei looked puzzled at this last statement. "U...nited States of what...? I've never heard of such a place. Is it like a world from a fairy tale?"

Trowa smiled. "It was a country a long, long time ago. Over 400 years. This world used to have countries in it instead of colonies, but a new world was created over it. They made this world, and 200 years ago they decided that the information of the "old world" was not to be learned once more because it only brought tragedy and grief. So it was banned from schools, and they began a new year system. Wars broke out in those days too, though. One in the United States was the civil war. It was the country against the country for the right to either own slaves or have slaves their freedom."

"Slaves? Like people had other people as slaves? It's hard to believe that could ever happen."

"It did. It was a different world back then. But during that world you could actually find your brother on the other battlefield, fighting for the exact opposite thing you were. It was ridiculous, and in the end, slavery was banned. But hundreds of people died for it."

"It's hard to believe something so trivial would have a war. Nowadays you couldn't get someone to follow your orders unless you paid them a bucket of money. Maybe I would have liked to see what it was like back then. It seems too unbelievable."

"Yeah, it must have been interesting. Let's see... I think I still remember a song I learned when I was very little. Somebody told me that it had been from the age of countries, where different languages were spoken all over the world. I think it went," Trowa closed his eyes and began to work his memory of remembering the tune. When he got it, he relaxed his face and began to sing softly. "Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming forth to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, coming forth to carry me home. I looked over Jordan and what did I see, coming forth to carry me home? A band of angels a'comin after me, coming forth to carry me home."

Wufei smiled slightly at the beautiful song, despite the difference in the language of the song. "It's pretty." He said openly. "But I don't understand it. Can you translate it?"

Trowa thought a moment. "I don't remember the exact translation. But I do remember it was about slavery, and the slaves wanting to be taken to their freedom. The language was called 'English', but I don't know anything more."

A silence donned the area, leaving nothing to make a single noise. The two boys sat, marveling about their mysterious past long forgotten, and the old traditions that had failed to make it to this new age.

As peace settled into the small house, everything felt finally in tranquility, released from the tensions and stress that had piled up for never-ending days in the busy little place they called home. It seemed for once, everything was going to turn out alright, and everyone was going to be fine.

With this thought in their head, neither one expected the rolling blackout that suddenly swept their entire town that instant. And no one, not even those with the keenest sense of danger, was ready for the horror that struck next.

MS. And? Well, sorry it took so long to get this thing up. The road is going to get a little more bumpy for me now, but it will all settle out later. Hopefully I can still update as much as I can, so no worries (I hope...-_-;;)

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