A/N: It took forever to get this one out. I think you might be able to tell where I had trouble continuing, I'm not sure. As for couples I won't say just yet. And yes, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna and Rae will have small roles towards the end or maybe even in the middle of this story. I can't leave the other G guys hanging once Usagi gets paired off. I'm not that cruel. Well, maybe I am…^_^' Anyway, enjoy. (Ataea if that's even how you spell it- as promised, 5 pages! Even if I just barely made it lol)

Usagi felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. Quatre was mad at her; she had seen it in his eyes. But why? What had she done? As she stood there astonished, Wufei walked up to her and placed a hand on his shoulder. She visibly flinched at his touch before slowly relaxing, still staring at the doorway. Hiiro looked at Wufei and knew what he was to do. Slowly, since he was new to these things, he pulled Usagi to him in an embrace. She went willingly to him, hiding her face in his chest. Wufei watched her with a sad smile. There was so much about her they had yet to learn.

"You didn't do anything Usagi, it wasn't your fault." Nodding her head she sighed and pulled away from Hiiro. Just then they heard the mansion's doorbell sound followed by an ear-piercing whine.

"Hii-ro!" Usagi watched in amusement as Hiiro's eyes went wide before he looked around frantically. With a small whimper he looked at Wufei and Usagi in defeat.

"Hide me!" Giggling, Usagi led him to the couch and sat him down. Placing a book in his hands she leaned upon his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her to get more comfortable and looked down at her in bewilderment. What was she doing? Wufei smirked as they settled down not a moment too soon.

"Hiiro! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Relena Peacecraft rushed into the room, her honey-blonde hair flying behind her. She stopped abruptly when Hiiro and Usagi looked up at her from their spot on the couch.

"Hiiro, I'm sorry, she wouldn't take no for an answer!" Quatre stumbled into the room, breathing heavily. When he saw Usagi he stopped in his tracks, becoming more pale than usual.

"What is going on here?" Relena scowled. "Isn't that the tramp that tried to kill me?" The malice in her eyes startled Usagi. What was she talking about?

"I'm not sure I know what you mean Miss Relena." Relena huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, like you don't know. And what are you doing with my man?" Reaching over she grabbed Usagi by the arm and went to throw her off the couch. Usagi gasped in surprise as Hiiro's arm tightened around her waist, keeping her in place. Relena glowered at Usagi before pouting at Hiiro, making him cringe.

"Don't touch her."

"But Hii-ro, she's the one who tried to kill me!" Relena's gaze turned to Usagi as she practically spat in contempt at her. "She's a tramp Hii-chan, why are you near her?" Hiiro startled them all by standing and grasping Relena's upper arm, leading her out of the library in the process.

"She's not a tramp and she didn't try to kill you. If you ask me, you're the tramp here. So get out of here and leave me alone!" With that he opened the door and shoved her on to the stoop.

"But you love me Hii-chan, it's not supposed to be like this!" Her voice was toned out as he slammed the door in her face and dead bolted it, along with locking all six other locks on the large oak door.

Turning he walked briskly back to the library to find Wufei looking at Usagi's arm. Anger like he'd never felt before washed over him as he saw her arm. A large, blackish-purple bruise was already forming. Quatre was nowhere to be seen. Usagi looked up at him and smiled sadly. He hated that look, it was the one she used to give him when he was alone and ready to die. Taking his seat next to her he looked over at her arm, where Wufei was still gently poking it. At one point he touched a spot that made her gasp in pain. At her outburst Hiiro hit Wufei on the head. The Chinese pilot winced as he pulled away, rubbing the back of his head.

"What did you do that for Yui?"

"Hn." Wufei glared at him before Quatre walked in, a bag of ice wrapped in a thin towel in his hands. Placing it gently on Usagi's arm he placed her hand on the ice pack, directing her to hold it in place. Usagi winced in pain. Suddenly her eyes went wide. Jumping up she ran to the library desk and rummaged around for an item. The pilots watched her in curiosity. Wufei was the first to catch her actions.

"Usagi, don't!" He jumped up but was too late. She took the letter opener and sliced open her palm, her blood trickling to the floor. Tears came to her eyes as she fell to her knees, Wufei and Quatre immediately by her side. Wufei took the letter opener away while Quatre used the towel from the ice pack to cover her hand. Hiiro watched on from the side of the desk, stunned to say the least.

"I told you that stupid thing was too sharp!" Wufei slammed the opener on the desk while crossing his arms. Quatre looked into Usagi's eyes as she silently cried.

"What did you do that for Usagi? Why would you purposefully hurt yourself?" Usagi slowly looked up at them, her soft complexion even paler than normal.

"I can't go back… I'm stuck here…" She held up her bloodied hand, the blood on her dress already darkening as it dried. Quatre glanced at her hand, looking at the blood and not understanding. Hiiro was the first to make a sound. He went down on his knees, taking her wounded hand in his own. Looking into her eyes he saw the tears spill over more.

"You're not…?" She nodded her head, placing in on his chest. "Get some bandages to fix her up. Meet us up in her room." Picking her up he began the walk to her room. Wufei watched as Quatre eyed them, anger flaring up in his sea-green eyes. Placing a hand on the Arabian's shoulder he gently squeezed it.

"Let it go Winner, you'll get your chance soon enough." Quatre's eyes widened in surprise as Wufei left, following Hiiro. Once he was gone he remembered Usagi and rushed to get the supplies to patch her up.

Hiiro sat Usagi down on her bed, standing back for a second to look at her. He didn't know what to do. He'd never really been willing to help another being and now that he was, he wasn't sure how. Wufei stepped up from behind them and sat on the edge of the bed, unwrapping her hand to look at her palm. Hiiro watched as he flinched at the sight of the wound. It fairly deep, considering it was self inflicted. But to his knowledge Hiiro didn't think Wufei understand why she had done it. Suddenly Trowa burst into the room, Quatre at his heels. Wufei stepped back to allow the Silencer to examine her. Trowa sat where Wufei had been, looking closely at her hand. Reaching back he took the supplies from Quatre and began to methodically patch her up.

"We don't have any pain killers and I need to stitch this up." Usagi didn't even look at him. She remained motionless as she lay on the pillow, her tears making salty trails on her cheeks.

Quatre took one look at her hand and knew exactly what was wrong. How could he have missed it? Her blood was no longer silver, as it had been that first day. Instead it was brick red, like any of theirs. Slowly he sat next to her, catching her gaze. It was pained, full of disbelief as tears fell slowly. She turned back to Trowa as he gently yet fiercely gripped her elbow to get a closer examination of the bruise. He scowled when he saw it was in the shape of a handprint.

"Who did this to you?" His soft voice was full of anger. Usagi put her hand over his to soothe him.

"It's really no big deal." Wufei frowned.

"Of course it is Usagi! That onna had no right to touch you the way she did and for her insubordination I hope she falls into and pit and dies!" He exhaled, crossing his arms over his chest. Quatre and Trowa's eyes had widened at his statement.

"Hn." They all watched as Hiiro stormed out of the room in another one of his fits. Wufei once more caught the gleam of longing and disappointment in Usagi's eyes as she turned her attention back on Trowa.

"Once more, who did this to you?" Usagi sighed as she settled back into her pillows.

"Relena Peacecraft." Trowa's sharp intake of breath signaled his anger. Yet his eyes nor his face allowed betrayed a single emotion. Nodding his finished sewing up her hand, placing a splint over her hand to keep it from moving and popping the stitches. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead before standing up.

"Watch over her Quatre while I'm gone. Wufei, you're coming with me." Wufei nodded before following his comrade out of the room.

Quatre sat looking at the floor, petrified of being alone and so close to her. How could he have fallen in love with her? She was their guardian angel and now a young woman who needed their help. He had to learn to push his feelings aside. Hadn't it always been like that? He'd told lie after lie, pretending to be an innocent child when in truth he was anything but. The façade he put on during the day would fall away at night, when the others were asleep or when he was alone. Being a pilot wasn't what he had wanted. He hated his life, his family and everything around him. The childhood he longed for was gone, as were his parents. It simply wasn't fair. And now he couldn't even pursue the one person he loved the most. She was untouchable, too pure and innocent for any of them to comprehend. And she was here because of them. A hand on his face startled him out of his thoughts as he looked up into ocean blue eyes.

"Please, don't cry." Her fingertips brushed away the tears he had unknowingly shed. No, no more. He didn't want to be weak any more. Reaching up he held her hand to his face, shutting his eyes as he found peace in her presence. She carried God with her wherever she went, which was one of the reasons he suspected the subtle change in each of his fellow pilots. Even after so many years he couldn't admit they were his friends, not yet.

Slumping over he placed his head in her lap, burying his face in her stomach as she sat against the headboard. He felt her fingers sliding through his hair and struggled not to tremble at her touch. Usagi had been the only person he had ever trusted and confided in. Those days she had spent with him had been the best days of his life, even if they were in the wake of his father's passing. When she had left he had been devastated. Every day he asked God to bring her back to him, to allow him one more moment with her. And as the time passed he realized he loved her. She was like him in so many ways yet she was also so different. He just couldn't get past that thought. Her impact on their lives was amazing. Wufei addressed her by her name, not 'onna' as he did with the rest of the female species. It was his unspoken way of saying he held her in high regards and respected her.

As Quatre took a deep breath he noticed that the entire time he had been crying she had been holding him. Hugging her waist he breathed into the fabric of her dress. She smelt of the wind, the sea and flowers. It was quite unique. Peace over came him as he laid there, her fingers still playing with strands of his hair. If he had his choice he would remain with her like this for eternity, in her arms where he was safe and cared for. No one had ever cared for him like she did. When he felt her shift he raised his head to look into her eyes and saw with surprise that she was crying and smiling at the same time. Stroking his cheek she smiled broadly, hiccupping once again. A small smile came to his lips as well as he gently pinched her nose. Usagi inhaled deeply before her cheeks puffed out and her lips puckered.

For about a minute they sat like that, Usagi slowly turning shades of red then purple and blue. Finally she released the breath in one big huff, her eyes focusing and un-focusing as oxygen leaked back into her brain. The two of them laughed, an unspoken joke having being shared. Suddenly the laughter came to a halt as Usagi felt Quatre's lips against her own. Shock overcame her as butterflies ran rampant in her stomach and chest. Just as quickly as it had happened it stopped and she found herself staring into Quatre's sea green eyes. His cheeks were flushed, as she was sure hers were.

"Usagi! Usagi are you alright?" Together they looked toward the door, their private moment once more having been stolen. Duo came bounding towards her, worry etched into his cheerful face. He pounced on the bed, taking her hand in his, Quatre having scooted off to the side as quickly as possible.

"Duo, it's nothing." He frowned.

"Next time I see that spoiled brat I'm going to let her have a piece of my mind! How dare she even think of touching you!" Upon seeing the bandage on her hand his mood sobered up somewhat. "So Hiiro wasn't lying then. You're one of us now." With a solemn nod she replied. Without warning Duo wrapped his arms around her, towering over her seeing as how he was on his knees and she was practically lying down.

"I'm so sorry Usagi. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I blamed you. All these years I never took the time to think about it. You were trying to help us, to prepare us. I'm sorry." Tears streamed down the infamous 'shinigami's' face. Usagi held him as he broke down. Silently Quatre stood and walked out of the room. Now it was Duo's turn to catch up. Only Hiiro remained in this chain.

Walking down the halls Quatre stopped by one of his many sisters' rooms. They never came to this mansion; he didn't even know why he bothered to keep their rooms. But he did, just in case one ever decided to drop by. Going up to the closet he rummaged for an outfit that would fit Usagi. Once he found it he laid it on the bed, leaving it for when Usagi was ready. After all, her blood stained dress wouldn't do any more. Sitting down on the edge of the bed he ran his fingers through his hair. What had possessed him to kiss her? Was he insane? She would never look at him the same way anymore. Again the tears took over, reducing him to the whimpering child he had been when Usagi had fist come to him. Why did it seem that the closer he tried to get to people, the further he was pushed away.

"God, please, I don't want to go through this anymore. I love her so much it hurts and I don't know what to do. Please, don't let me go through this alone!" With that he buried his face in his hands, the sounds of Duo's sobs across the hall muffling his own feeble cries.