Duo sighed, looking up at the ceiling. They had brought the girl inside, then Quatre shooed them all off as he tried to bandage her up in the hospital wing of the mansion. It was too late and too stormy to call anyone over to help, so they were stuck with what resources and knowledge they had. Since Duo didn't have much knowledge on how to 'mummify' people, as he put it, he was stuck doing nothing. He tried to think of something to amuse himself, but all he got was an image of Heero chasing him around the house with a gun pointed at him. It was only after Duo got an image of Heero chasing around a person with short black hair wrapped up like a mummy in pinkish-red gauze that he realized Heero still didn't know about the girl they rescued yet.

Duo got up and stretched. Since he wasn't as tired as the others, he decided to be the one to tell Heero. Walking up the stairs and down a few halls, he finally reached Heero's door.

Knock, Knock, Kno--- "What is it, Duo?" Heero answered from the other side of the door, with obvious irritation in his voice.

"How'd you know it was me?" Duo replied.

"It's ALWAYS you. Now go away, I'm going to sleep..."

"But Heero-"

"Go away."

"Heero, we've got a—"

"I don't care what you've got."

"Fine.Good night." Duo muttered, walking away. He'd already forgotten what he was going to tell Heero, any way.

Hotaru opened her eyes and yawned, waiting for her eyes to adjust before looking around. "Where am I?" She whispered to herself, since the figure sitting next to her was asleep. She studied him for a minute before a faint feeling of recognization washed over her. She had seen this boy somewhere before.

She tried to stand up, only to fall back down with a scream muffled by her pillow. She tried to stand up again, put most of her weight on her right foot while grabbing the wall with her left hand. Her left shoulder ached some, but it wasn't hurting as bad as her entire right arm.

She walked along in the hallway for a while before sighing and sitting on the ground, massaging her broken leg. "What happened to me?" She muttered, since all her memories and thoughts were hazed together. "That's what I'd like to know. Who are you and why are you here?" A voice said out of no where. Hotaru looked up, coming face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. The safety clicked off and she froze. "Who are you?" The voice asked again.

Hotaru glanced at the wielder of the gun before answering. "I...can't remember. I think my name is..." A scene flashed in her mind of her in a waitress suit and a older looking blode-haired boy talking to her. She seemed tired. A faint conversation echoed in the background:

"Matari...only 26."

"Like I said...too old for this job..."

"Sure..know when you're done..ought to be my last

order..."

"Gotcha, Kit."

They were only bits and pieces of a conversation, but she could fill in the blanks well enough. "My names Kit..I think."

This chapter really,really, really sucked. But I'm going to post it any way so you'll know that I'm still here...sorta. Don't worry, I WILL revise this later. I'll just put it up so you can read it. If I get bored enough I'll write more today, but I don't really have a long time on the computer...