Trowa walked into the computer room to find Duo typing furiously away at the keyboard. Deathscythe's pilot had tearstains on his cheeks, his eyes hard and bloodshot. Pictures scrolled across the screen at an alarming rate. Standing against the wall he crossed his arms and stared at his friend and comrade.

"She's not on it. Wufei and I checked earlier." Duo slammed his fists into the keyboard and then placed his head in them, running his fingers through his bangs. A lump grew once more in his throat.

"I don't get it. Who the hell is she? Why was she there?" Trowa raised an eyebrow in mild confusion.

"Why was she where?" Duo sighed, not moving from his position before the computer screen.

"The day the Maxwell church was destroyed, there was a visitor. She came in and sat in the middle of one of pews during morning mass. She was beautiful. I remember she wore a white dress that came to her calves with white sandals." He paused, remembering every detail of that day.

"When mass ended she just sat there. Father Maxwell went up to her and Sister Helen followed. They talked for a while and then left the sanctuary. Later on, when I was completing one of my studies she came into the study room. I remember thinking she looked like a fallen angel. Many of the younger kids loved her and she seemed to love them in return. Then, out of nowhere, she looked at me and I felt my insides melt. Something about her eyes haunted me. She helped me with my history assignment. Free time came and I went to go see Father Maxwell. Before I left she placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled sadly. 'The future will lie in your hands. Don't turn back.' I never did and probably never will understand what those words meant. So many things happened and I wound up running away to steal the Gundam... just so the church would be safe." He paused briefly as his throat constricted, causing his voice to become hoarse and his words strained.

"When I came back, the church was destroyed. Sister Helen was on the verge of death when I found her. She died in my arms. And there she was, standing outside the rubble, not a scratch on her. I went to hit her only to pass right through her. She looked over her shoulder at me, those eyes of hers holding the sadness that I felt. Before I knew it she was fading from my sight. The oddest part is that before she completely disappeared a pair of wings sprouted from her back as she looked down. I thought I had dreamt it." Duo didn't notice the tears dripping down his face. Trowa gazed at his friend, believing every word he said.

"I think she may just be a tenshi." Duo stiffened.

"If she were an angel she wouldn't have let them die!" It was now Trowa's turn to sigh.

"She's not human Duo. Her blood isn't normal. If you looked closely she was bleeding silver blood, not red. It just appeared that way. She's different." Duo frowned, wiping away his tears.

"I don't care who or what she is. For all I care she can die." With that he stood and stormed out of the room. Trowa shook his head, wishing his friend would see what he saw. A soft hand on his shoulder made his muscles tense and his eyes widen. He knew without looking who it was. It was the same woman that had held him all those years ago.

000Flashback000

He lay there on his side, staring at the flames that engulfed the town before him. Who was he? Was this his home? How had he gotten shot? Groaning in pain he shut his eyes, ignoring the persistent pain in his side. The frustration of not being able to remember anything ebbed away as his mind began to cloud over. If this was what dying was like then it wasn't that bad. But it all stopped. A silvery light filled the space behind his shut eyes and he snapped them open. A woman with trailing silver hair and piercing blue eyes knelt next to him, her hand on his shoulder. She wore a white dress, making her seem out of place with the raging inferno behind her.

"It's going to be alright Trowa. You shall be fine." He didn't protest when she put his head in her lap and began to stroke his forehead.

His unruly hair fell about his face yet she brushed it away, leaving behind a trail of what seemed to be cool silk wherever she touched. Her attention soon focused on the wound in his side as she stuck her fingers in it. To his surprise it didn't hurt. There was a slight tingling followed by a wave of comfort that swept over him. Next thing he knew she was stroking his head again, not a trace of blood on her. He knew that his side was healed, just by the feel of it. Yet it didn't take away the exhaustion. Blinking wearily he gazed up at her, his emerald eyes locking onto her own cerulean ones.

"Who are you?" Her smile sent a shiver down his spine.

"Your guardian tenshi. Now, sleep." She waved a hand over his eyes and before he knew it he was asleep. The next thing he knew he was in a bed in a room he had never seen before. It was decorated with carnival masks and felt oddly familiar. The tenshi sat on the end of his bed; a pensive look upon her soft yet defined features.

"I was afraid you were going to leave me." She turned to him, smiling. Going to brush his hair out of his face he saw that it had been cut. His bangs were spiked away from his forehead, covering his forehead and eye.

"I cut your hair for you. I didn't know if you wanted bangs or not. If you don't we can cut them off." He shook his head. "I must be going Trowa. But I promise you, I will always be here to watch over you, even if you don't see me." Tears came unexpectedly to the nine year old's eyes. Getting up he went to hold her only to find he couldn't.

"You can't leave me!" She smiled sadly before standing up. He watched as she began to become transparent. "Please stay!" A pair of silvery-feathered wings sprouted from her back before she smiled.

"I'm always here Trowa." With that she disappeared to leave him alone in a room he did not know.

000End Flashback000

Taking a deep breath Trowa held back tears. He was too old for this.

"It's good to see you again tenshi." Turning around he came face to face with the eyes he had dreamt of for nearly ten years.

"It's good to see you too Trowa." Usagi smiled at him, the same sadness still apparent in her eyes. Gazing into her eyes he felt the onslaught of tears threatening to spill over. Usagi held her arms open and he went to her, crying like he had the day she had left. And she held him, stroking his head as he cried into her shoulder.