I'm going to continue my story now. I'm sorry if it takes me some time to update, but I have to deal with school and loads of homework!

Quatre had agreed to let Hikari stay at the mansion. She had the room next to Trowa's, and was currently in her room.

She looked at the bare room. Quatre had told her that she could decorate her room anytime she wanted. She knew that she could change the room with her powers, but did not want to alarm the boys. Speaking of which, she only knew Quatre and Trowa. She changed her clothes with her magic and headed down the stairs. Her hair was in a high ponytail and her fingernails were painted black. She had on red denim jeans and a black halter top that stopped right above her bellybutton.

She got to the bottom of the stairs and stood in the doorway on the right. Her onee-san was there, along with the rest of the boys she hadn't met. One of them had violet eyes and a long brown braid that went down to his butt. He looked like the trouble-maker of the group. The boy with the black hair tied in a painful looking ponytail was leaning against the wall muttering obscenities. He had dark eyes and a pale face. The other boy seemed a little to quiet. He seemed to be working on a laptop of some sort. He had messy brown hair and cold, Prussian eyes.

Hikari decided that it was time to make herself known, "So, who are your friends, onee-san?"

Her question startled most of the boys except for one. (Guess Who!) It was the boy with the brown braid. She sweatdropped, guessing that he didn't know Japanese.

"Just let them introduce themselves, imouto," replyed Trowa. Hikari knew perfectly well who they were. She knew who the gundam pilots were, considering the fact that she was one.

That startled them even more (minus the idiot 'snickers') but the boy with the braid spoke first, "I'm Duo Maxwell. Who might you be, babe?"

That earned him a hard sock in the jaw. "I'm Hikari Shinagami. You must be the pilot of DeathScythe Hell." A gun was pointed at her head by the Prussian eyed boy.

"Who are you and who do you work for?" (Sound familiar?) He asked in monotone. (He always speaks in monotone unless I say so!)

That is for me to know, and you to find out, Perfect Soldier," she stated. He clicked the safety off on his gun. Trowa's thought were running wild. How was he going to stop Heero from shooting? The distraction came just before Heero shot, and everyone was thankful for that.

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