A/N: I'm trying to stick as close as I can to the Gundam Wing timeline as I can. If you haven't already guessed, the SM timeline is non-existent. Maybe there will be an appearance or two but nothing else. This chapter is where I start to get a little, maybe very religious. It's the basis of the story, an idea I had while sitting in the bible study at my church one Tuesday. If you don't like that stuff then you can ignore it. (And I apologize now for the OOC'ness. Please forgive me!)
Usagi sat on the large black leather couch, gently stroking Trowa's head. They had moved into the common room for privacy and he had fallen asleep in her lap. It was as if he were still that child she had comforted all those years ago. After she had left him she had noticed the dramatic change. About a month later he had been brought in as a trainee for Dr. J and begun training with Hiiro. It was then that he had become known as the silencer. Silence was his way of hiding his pain. The pain of not knowing his past, of losing all that he had and of being alone. What he failed to realize was that these young men were there for him. They were never going to leave him.
"You don't have to stand in the shadows Hiiro." She could sense his shock before he quickly composed himself and walked from behind the couch to stand by her side. Not once did she take her eyes off of the sleeping man in her lap.
"What are you?" She sighed, not quite knowing how to respond.
"You would never believe me if I told you. You don't have the same mindset as the rest of them. Trowa knows and wants this, Duo knows and doesn't quite know what to think yet, I think Quatre knows and Wufei will be reluctant to believe at first. You however—you never want to believe things if you don't have tangible proof. If I were to tell you there would be no other way for you to believe me." Frowning he perched himself on the arm of the chair across from her. When she looked up he had to use every ounce of strength within him not to cry out.
Those eyes… Those haunted eyes. How many nights had he awoken as a child to see them? How many times had he remembered them to keep from losing control? The times he had been ill he had shut his eyes to feel comforted by them. And the times that she had come to him at night, to hold him and console him. But no, it couldn't be. Those were dreams. She was a dream. Then how was she sitting there before him, Trowa fast asleep in her lap?
Trowa. What was the silencer doing with her? He never went to anyone, not even Catherine. That woman had been trying to gain his love for so many years, to get him to talk to her. If he didn't know any better he'd say that Trowa was in love with Usagi. He had seen the look upon Trowa's face when she had landed on the street. They had all heard the crack of her bones. When Trowa had seen her he had used all his self-control to stay rooted to his spot. His eyes had shown his desperation. Turning his attention back on the young woman before him he realized she was clothed in a white muscle tank and light gray sweatpants. Inwardly he smirked. Duo would not be happy to find out that she was wearing his clothes.
"Omae o korosu if you don't tell me." She smiled. How was it that every time she smiled she looked so sad?
"You can't kill me. I am one of God's children, and He has His hand on me." He raised an eyebrow in confusion. He had long ago abandoned any faith in God.
"If my knowledge is correct then we are all God's children." She slowly shook her head.
"You are His creations. I am His child, as are the other tenshis in heaven." Hiiro's eyes widened against his will.
"Are you saying…?" Her gaze lifted to meet his own, her eyes seeming like endless sapphires.
"Yes, I am a tenshi. Years ago I was sent to guard the five of you, to remain by your sides until your deaths. This morning, when I landed on the street in front of you, it was because I had broken the rules. I interfered with your lives, taking a bullet directed towards one of you. As punishment I have fallen, and I do not know if I can ever go back." Tears came to her eyes as she remembered the paradise she had lost. To her surprise Hiiro stood, his steely gaze softening a fraction.
"That's why you healed so quickly." He grunted and left the room, not bothering to say another word. Smiling softly to herself she waited for the voice to speak.
"Um—Miss Usagi…" Quatre's form appeared in the corner of her vision and she turned to him, her smile still in place. "Is it true? All that you said, is it true?"
"I'm here aren't I?" Quatre flushed slightly, nodding his head. He would never change. Still in awe he took a seat opposite her, staring at her. If she could she would have gone and hugged him. Out of all the pilots she had become the closest with him, having stayed with him for nearly three days. Hiiro was the next closest, seeing as how she would appear to him as often as she could.
"I never thought I'd be able to see you again." He lowered his head. "I thought it was a dream when you touched my cheek. Last time you couldn't touch me at all. I kept you in my prayers, asking God to help you wherever you were. And… to bring you back to me one day. To let me see you one last time." She had seen him almost four years ago, more recent than any of the others besides Hiiro.
It was right after his father had died. He had been the only person in Quatre's life that had truly meant anything to him other than his sisters. That night he had been in his room alone, crying to his heart's content. She couldn't just watch him in misery so she had appeared next to him, not bothering to hide her wings. He had looked up at her, his eyes swollen and red. Before she could make any move he had flung himself into her arms, sobbing. Quatre Reberbra Winner, the richest man known alive, and the kind-hearted pilot of Sandrock was reduced to nothing. In truth he had never been able to live alone. People were what made him truly happy. As long as he could help someone else he never had to worry about his own problems. He never had to remember that it was his birth that had killed his mother, that his sisters wouldn't look at him because he looked just like her, that he was alone.
Slipping out from underneath Trowa she walked over to Quatre and put a hand to the side of his face, watching as his eyes shut tightly. He released a shuddering sigh and she could tell he was trying to be strong. He always did. Raising his head she put a hand on either side of his face and stared into his sea green eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere Quatre. I'm here to stay now." His smile was watery and she found she couldn't muster the strength to smile back. Reaching out Quatre tentatively placed a hand to her face, a tear spilling over as he came in contact with milky smooth skin once more. She was really there, she wasn't just a dream.
"Tenshi…" She shook her head.
"No, not anymore. Now I'm just Usagi." Suddenly she found herself in his arms. He held her close, not wanting to let go; too afraid that she'd disappear on him again. And she held him back. For once in her existence she didn't have to worry. Well, she never truly had. God had always been there for her, comforted her. He had been the core of her existence. He still was, but now she had to live like one of His creations.
"Usagi… Promise me that you'll always be here for me, for the others. Please." Usagi hid the tears that gathered in her eyes.
"I can't promise anything Quatre. But I will stay as long as I can." His grip on her tightened slightly and she returned the pressure. There was a slight cough from behind them and they released each other to see who it was. Wufei stood in the doorway looking quite out of place. He looked small and unsure, something that shocked Quatre.
"Winner, Maxwell and I need your assistance with something in the lab." He nodded and stood slowly, bringing Usagi to her feet with him. He was surprised at how light she was.
"Don't go too far." With that he placed a kiss on her cheek and left the room with Wufei. Usagi's eyes were wide as she placed a hand to her cheek. The feeling in her stomach was one that she didn't know, one that almost frightened her. She couldn't fall in love, not here, not now, not ever. God was her only love, right? Would He be mad at her if she fell in love with one of them? Sitting down she placed her head in her hands and began to silently cry. She wanted to be back with God, where she could give her problems to Him and not have to worry anymore. Here, she could barely feel His presence. What was she going to do?