ITS UP AND GOING AGAIN! Sorry it took so long for me to update this story! At first I was stuck because I wanted to avoid turning this into a high school story. (I hate high school stories. Too cliché.) So here it is again! ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: Many people would agree with me in saying that a Disclaimer is only necessary in the first chapter. But I have heard too many cases of people getting their stories taken off for stupid reasons like that. So I state again that I do not own anything.

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Duo yawned as he got up all the early next morning. Stretching himself thoroughly, he ventured out in the apartment. No surprise that Heero and WuFei would already be up and about. Heero was piling things into his book bag when Duo came into the kitchen. He grinned and tossed his own bag on the table.

"What are you doing?" Heero looked up from his bag at Duo, who looked ready to venture out himself.

Duo could have laughed at such a stupid question. But somehow he doubted if Heero would have found it all that funny. "I'm getting ready for school of course." Heero gave him a 'No you're not' kind of look while he grinned. "Sorry Heero. Setsuna babe gave me this enrollment sheet when we came through the portal thingy. It has all our names on it." He pulled it out for him to see.

It was snatched out of his hand by WuFei who sneered at it. "Forced to enroll into a school with you? Injustice. I am already a scholar and am smart enough to be a college graduate." He dropped the paper on the table, only to have it picked up by Trowa this time. Whom no one seemed to notice walk in the room.

He looked at it for a moment before dropping a book bag in a chair with his own things in it. Leaning back against a wall, he stared at Heero. Wanting to get those answers out of him sooner. He wanted to tell him about the dream.

"That doesn't change the fact that we are still teenagers, WuFei. It would be best to just go to school until we complete the mission." Quatre was the last to walk in, a bag over his shoulder.

"Do we know who Yuy's sister is?" WuFei asked as he reluctantly began to fill a duffle bag with school supplies. He could live with going to school with Duo. He already lived with him. But being brought to a world that was defended by women wearing short skirts? Oh, Yuy would pay for that.

Heero glared up at all of them. "I have already located my sister. I can easily watch over her. But that is not the problem. My sister I have seen can already handle herself without assistance." He closed his book bag and put it over his shoulder. Making for the door.

Quatre followed him. Along with the other three. "You think maybe Setsuna may have had other motives for bringing us here?"

Heero opened the door and tuned around before going out. He stared at Trowa. Who stared right back at him. "Yes."

"Yuy. . ." Trowa growled softly and took a step forward at the perfect soldier. Damn it! He wanted answers! Heero ignored him and walked out the door. Moving their way to school.

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Serena, Ami, and Mako all walked to school together the next morning. Forcing Serena to get up early so that they might discuss the earlier encounter with that last youma. Not that the youma was questionable. But it was unusual for normal people to be involved like those two boys had been.

During their years of being Sailor Senshi, they had saved an immeasurable number of people. Aside from the occasional police officer, few people were foolish and stupid enough to try and take on a youma by themselves.

But they dare say that those two boys might have actually succeeded had they actually been trained to fight youma. Even Mako admitted that they could have given her a run for her money.

Ami's computer told them that the two boys ability in fighting, and given their physical abilities read out by her computer, they were unusually strong. Given the possibility that they had been trained. Extensively so. Someone training normal people to take out youma? Ridiculous. The only advantage they had themselves were their ability to do magic.

Serena dazed in and out of the conversation. Too tired to care or listen to anything at the moment. Ami rambled on about her computer readings on the boys and the youma. While Mako listened on and off. Too busy herself thinking about how the boy with the sword reminded her of her old boyfriend.

Sound familiar?

"Hey! Its. . ." Mako began before Ami and Serena plowed into her. She pointed to a group of guys walking in the same direction of the school. Two of the boys looked very familiar to them.

"Yes. Its those two boys we saw trying to fight the youma." Ami felt an urge to pull out her computer again and run scans over them. Make sure that they were human. Too bad she didn't have it on her right then.

"What were two normal boys doing trying to fight a youma in the first place?" Serena wondered aloud. She yawned. Clearly still half asleep and not remembering anything of their earlier discussion.

"Maybe they're just really stupid?" Mako asked curiously. Neither of her friends had a comment for that one and hurried along to keep up with the boys. "I suppose we should keep an eye on them for anything suspicious."

"Right." Ami nodded her head. They paused a moment. Waiting for Serena to acknowledge the plan. But when they got nothing, they looked about to see Serena still walking toward the school. In what looked like a sleepwalking state.

It was going to be a long day.

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Setsuna looked at the Time Gate. Watching the pilots work about enrolling themselves into the school and getting spied on by the girls. She had given Holsine. . . (Trowa his name was now.) She had given him and the others classes and such that she thought might come in hand.

Transporting herself back to Tokyo, she drifted about and stopped at places the time stream told her might be useful to her. More so useful as to where the plots might stop. And she could innocently leave things or hints that would help remind Trowa of his past.

A myths and Ancient History class in school. The apartment within reasonable walking distance of the arcade. She stopped at their apartment and left an old newspaper about the Senshi. (Serenity help her. . .) A Sailor V video game by the T.V. Not that she could imagine Trowa playing it.

But if Heero ouji had changed so much, then it was possible that Trowa had just as much. Stepping out of the apartment, she paused in reflection. All of this seemed vaguely familiar to her. . . Of course. Oh the irony of it all. It was repeat of when they first met. Except they roles were now reversed.

After this she should probably go visit the Outers. Explain to them SOME of what was going on. She could only cringe and imagine what Haruka would do if she knew Heero. . . Just so they didn't worry so much about her, she would talk to them.

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WuFei stood in the empty gymnasium of his new school. He had been privately tutored before his family, before the colony was destroyed. He'd never been to a public school before. Everything they taught he'd known and been taught since he was 10.

His gym class looked no more promising. Glancing as his watch, this class wouldn't start for another ten minutes. He might as well warm up and stretch while he waited.

Mako walked in the gym for her class somewhat surprised to someone there even earlier than her. Gym class was something most students detested because the teacher was tough. Not really. In her opinion they were just lazy. But when she saw who it was, she wasn't so surprised. However it gave her an opportunity to find out more about these mystery guys that were stupid enough to fight a youma.

She watched him run a few laps around the gym occasionally doing a complicated flip and throwing in some martial art moves. He was pretty good. But still. . .

"Hey!" She yelled at him to get his attention. He glared at her for a moment before ignoring her and continuing his warm up. Leaving her a little bristled. "Hey you!" She tried again.

This time he stopped to glare at her. "My name is not 'Hey.' If you wish to address me I suggest you try my name." He glared at her for a moment more before ignoring her.

Mako felt her face getting red with annoyance. 'Oh, how could this guy be so RUDE?' She took a few deep breaths. 'Chill out. You're not going to get any information out of him by being rude back at him. "Sorry. My name is Kino Makoto. People call me Mako. What's yours?"

Stopping his exercising, he glanced at her before shrugging and obliging. She did apologize. "WuFei Chang." The rest of the class would no doubt be arriving shortly. Looking at his watch again.

"So Chang, can I call you Chang? Good. I was wondering if you wanted to spar sometime? I do some martial arts myself. I'm pretty good too. What do you say?" She asked hopefully. Maybe she could gauge this guys strength in comparison to her own. Even though she knew she was stronger.

He didn't even spare her a look. "I don't fight women." He stated before walking away and leaving her standing there. "And you can refer to me as WuFei."

"Oh that guy is such a JERK!" She turned around and marched away from him while fuming. She could tell she was really going to hate this guy.