DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon or any of the characters in it. I am going to attempt to continue with this story. Thank you for the reviews supporting it. This is something of an experiment. I don't even know if it will work the way I want it to.

IMPORTANT: This is a Heero Michiru pairing. NOT A COUPLING. I know that in the anime, fanfics and such, Michiru and Haruka were a couple. Just because I am pairing Michiru with Heero doesn't mean that there will be any Romantic interest between the two. I truthfully haven't decided that far into the fic yet. So do not flame me about it unless you have a good reason.

I will continue this fic because of the nice reviews I got on it. Even if they were few. Thank you, the dear reviews who were kind enough to review.

I will only couple these two if you the reviews so wish it. If you do not, that is okay too. I'm sure there are a lot of Michiru Haruka fans out there who wish it to stay that way.

Enjoy the fic.

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Michiru hugged the duffle bag closer to her as she made her way down the dirt road. Three days of following the wind. She had not traveled like this in a few years. Not since after her friend had died. And the wind brought her to that small town.

It felt good though. The wind at her back. If Haruka was looking for her to meet up with that guy, Heero Yuy, she had no doubt she would. With time. They were both following the wind. It was only a matter of time.

One thing she was very thankful for. The wind was blowing to the south. And traveling in that direction would bring warmth. It might take a while at the pace she was traveling, but she would get there. And not the north. They were already getting snow north of the continent.

The wind gave a good gust. Blowing her hair about and into her eyes sight. She pulled it out of her face, for the 300th time. Thinking that Haruka would certainly find it amusing. Of course she would. She had short hair.

To her great relief, she saw buildings ahead of her down the road. A town! Thank goodness a town! She was well supplied and prepared to sleep on the ground if she had too. But it didn't mean she wanted too. Not when she was given the opportunity not too.

"Ah ha! The motel six! Just up ahead!" Sure, she had the money to go all out and get a pent house for herself if she wanted to. But she didn't want the press on her heels. After all, she had been missing for two years, publicly that is. It was a small town anyway. Don't ask for what you can't get.

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He grabbed various items off the shelf. Restocking his supplies. Though he had opened up over the years, some things as a soldier still remained. Rationing for example. The supplies he bought should last him a good two weeks if he were careful.

He walked up to the register in the gas station and dumped his things on the counter. The man ringed them up. Heero handed him a card as the man ran it through the machine. The guy grinned at the sale he was just making.

"Thank you very much for shopping with us Mr. Yuy." He handed the credit card back and he began to place his newly bought supplies into his duffle bad accordingly. Quatre really didn't have to give him his own credit card with his account. He could have easily hacked into a bank and created a dummy account for himself.

He nodded to the man behind the counter and moved towards the exit. He paused momentarily at the door when a head of blue hair caught his eye to the left of the station. If he didn't know better, he might have thought that one woman Michiru were following him or something.

He shook his head and walked out of the station. Walking with the wind to his back. A ridiculous thought. What would a violinist have to gain by following him? Though he remembered her saying that she too, once, followed the wind. But that was before, he reminded himself. He shifted those thoughts to the back of his head for later. Right now he needed to find a place to stay.

The Motel Six loomed just up the road ahead of him. He smirked at himself. How very convenient.

Heero laid his sleeping bag out across the ground behind the hotel. Out of sight of anyone looking. Towns and cities would be more scarce from here. The terrain more fierce. Better he gets better acquainted with the ground now. He had come to be too used to hotels recently. What with all the towns he went though.

Dinner had been simple. Some soup cooking over canned heat and a collapsible stove. But dinner had been a while ago. Before the sun had set. Now, he would endeavor to get his hour of sleep for the night. If he was lucky that is. He didn't like to sleep when not needed.

Heero was shaken out of his sleep as a high-pitched scream filled the air. Bolting up, he pulled his gun out instinctively and looked around, looking for the attacker. Nothing. This time he heard a yell. That or a war cry, coming from the hotel.

A domestic disturbance more than likely. He ran up to the hotel and peered into the window of the racket, looking for the cause of the trouble. That had so rudely woken him from his one hour of sleep that night.

He saw one of the last things he expected to see. Kaiou Michiru. Screaming like a banshee. Good thing she was a violinist and not a singer. She let out a war cry and swung about a broom wildly. A small movement caught his eye on the floor. A mouse. A mouse was running about on the floor. She swung the broom at it.

He noted briefly to himself of her movement. Very steady and deliberate movements. Despite the screaming. But enough to tell she had been trained. Evidently not enough to kill a mouse. Swiftly and quietly, he opened the window from the outside and hoped into her room.

Once inside, the mouse ran in his directing. He scooped it up in his hand easily. And waited for the woman to calm down. He got a broom in the face.

Heero fell to the floor. The mouse in his hand flew through the air and landed on top of his on the floor. Michiru appeared to not have even noticed his presence. All she saw was the mouse. As she pelted Heero with the broom repeatedly.

The mouse ran off into its hole in the wall in the corner of the room. Michiru growled at the mouse at where it had retreated. She had gotten soft in these years of peace. Mocked by a mouse.

Her thoughts came back to her as she heard a soft groan in the room. Looking down, she found Yuy lying on the floor, nearly unconscious. She remembered that the mouse had been there a little bit ago. She must have whacked him with the broom.

Preparing to apologize to him for the beating, she saw the window was open. Now it made sense. "Why were you sneaking into my room?"

Heero came to his senses and stood up slowly. Wondering how she had beaten him up so badly, and with just a broom. He heard her ask a question. And in his mind a stupid one. "I heard someone screaming so I came to see what the problem was. Only to find you swinging a broom like a sword trying to kill a mouse."

"That doesn't excuse you from sneaking into my room."

"It does when you wake me from what little sleep I already get."

They glared at one another for a moment or two when a cold breeze blew through the open window. Michiru ran over to it and slammed the window shut. But for some strange reason, standing in the room with this guy felt just as cold as it did with the open window.

Speaking of which. "Why were you outside anyway?"

"I WAS sleeping. Which brings a question to mind. "Why are you following me? It seems a little coincidental that I should find you here." He immediately became suspicious of her. It was a good ploy. If someone were following him, better to let him think he knew him or her and what was going on. Lead him off trail.

"I wasn't following you." She stated dryly. He glared at her coldly, as though he knew immediately that she was lying. "Okay, I wasn't ONLY following you."

"Then what else were you doing besides following me?" Somehow, he had a feeling that he was going to gain a traveling partner. Weather he wanted one or not.

"I was following the wind. After you left, someo- something told me to continue my wanderings. Coincidentally in the came direction." She had almost said "someone." It was a habit for her to talk about the wind as though it were her friend. That was something she was not ready to talk about.

Heero nodded, more so to himself. He understood what she was talking about. Wanderlust. A lot of people had it. And she did say that she used to travel some herself before. Crossing paths with him probably just re- sparked that interest.

Michiru watched Yuy, as he seemed to understand what she was saying. He turned his back to her and walked back to the window, opening it up. Wait a sec. . . Weren't they on the third floor? "Where are you going?"

"Back to try and get some sleep. My sleeping bag is out there." He got half way out the window when a hand grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back inside.

"What are you doing? Its 40 degrees out there! And you are not climbing down that wall in the dark! You can't sleep out there!" This guy just defied all logic in her books. What the hell was he thinking?

"Watch me." He turned around and moved to the door. If he had too, he would walk strait out of the building, but he would not stay here. He turned the door handle, only to have it not do anything. He jerked it back and forth. Nothing.

"What's the matter? Forget how to use a door?" She said sarcastically. Unfortunately it had no effect on the guy.

He grunted and kicked the door down with his foot. Breaking the lock and knocking the door partially off from its hinges. "The door works fine." He stated and made his way down the hall way and out the building. Oblivious to the glare he was receiving.

"Hey! I'm going to have to pay for that!" Michiru yelled at his retreating form. Perhaps the wind was wrong about this guy. Although his personality certainly reminded her of a certain someone she used to know.