AUTHORS NOTE: (Re-edited) Redone Chapter Six and new Chapter Seven. PLEASE READ! I plan to kick start this story back into action. Any and all insight from reviewers will be appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything Gundam Wing-ish or Sailor Moon-ish. I don't own the characters though I do take credit for the plot. Steal it if it makes you happy. Just try and enjoy the story.

0 -

Heero watched from a rooftop as the Sailor Scouts defeated yet another youma. They were a little sloppy, (Okay, they were very, very sloppy) but they got the job done. Which made him wonder for what reason did Setsuna really bring them back to this world.

It seemed unlikely that she would do this for her own benefit. So why did she call on them? Something was definitely missing from all of this. Something he was overlooking.

With his mother, the Queen, dead, he should not have returned here at all. Be it the end of the world, or not. Setsuna knew the chances of change within the time stream. So that meant that there had to be another reason for her bringing them there. He just didn't know what.

Perhaps it was time to start asking questions.

"STARLIGHT HONEYMOON THERAPY KISS!" Sailor Moon yelled the finishing move and her signature attack. Destroying the youma after the other scouts had done most of the work.

"Yeay! Great work girls!" Sailor Moon squealed and did her victory dance after giving Mina a high five. As was the normal routine after defeating a youma.

"Meatball head! We were fighting this youma for a half an hour before you got around to showing up!" Mars yelled angrily at their so-called leader.

"Sorry! It's not my fault I'm such a hard sleeper! I got here as fast as I could!" Sailor Moon argued her plea as best she could. But the other scouts only shook their heads sadly at her.

"That's not the point!" Mars continued. "The point is you could do so much better if you just tried! And yet you never do!" Mars stomped off, not willing to listen anymore to what she was saying.

'What a hot head.' Heero thought to himself. 'But then, she always was. You never see anyone bring up her faults to her face.' He could see her point. But leave it to Mars to see her point and no one else's.

"Hey! Is it so wrong that I want to enjoy my childhood while it lasts!" Sailor Moon screamed after her. But still the other scouts could only shake their heads.

"I hate to agree with her like this, Sailor Moon. But Mars is right." Ami told her quietly. Hoping to get their point through if she took a less direct route. "Crystal Tokyo is not that far in the future. Perhaps its time you set your priorities strait."

With that, all of the scouts went their separate ways. Leaving Sailor Moon standing alone in the park with only her thoughts. "I do try. I really do. But why can't they see that?" She asked herself with she De-hen shied.

"Maybe because they cant see? And neither can you." A cold hard voice spoke from the shadows. Startling her.

Usagi looked about wildly for the source of the voice. "W-Who's there! Show yourself!" She peered into the nearby shadows and saw darkness. And in the darkness, two glowing blue eyes stared at her with such ferocity, she wondering if there was anything those eyes haven't seen.

"Princess." The voice spoke. She watched the eyes lower, as if in a mock bow. But try as she might, she couldn't think of anything to do or say as the eyes seemed to regard her almost sadly.

"What happened to you, Serenity?" The cold hard voice of the man asked slowly. She could see nothing in the darkness save his hard glowing blue eyes. "There was a time during the Silver Millennium when you were the greatest fighter in the kingdom. And the only reason you had guards at all was because of your station."

Sailor Moon couldn't say anything. Nor could she think anything while that cold glare was set upon her. She shuddered involuntarily. Why was he saying these things? Who was he? An enemy?

"Have you ever wondered?" The voice continued. "Why, day by day, week by week, month by month, and year by year, the other scouts gain more and more of their abilities? More of their memories? Where the only thing you have retained from your past life… is your innocence?"

"Who- who are you?" She asked quietly. She asked quietly, looking at darkness. Feeling somewhere caught between fear and intrigue of this man.

"Think about what I have said. And when you have an answer to my question, I shall answer yours." The voice replied and the eyes vanished from the darkness. She looked about for where the figure might have gone. But found nothing.

"I am officially weirded out." Sailor Moon said to herself as she carefully retreated from the area. It was dark and bleak enough as it is without have to meet any shady characters. "I better talk to the others about this."

At the same time, she couldn't help but think as well on the words that he spoke. Perhaps, there was some validity in his words.

0 -

Once again Trowa found himself standing on familiar grounds. It was like dreaming when you know you are dreaming. But he couldn't stop it. Did he want to? Perhaps this is where he would get his answers.

He was standing in and old and ancient looking courtyard. He could feel the memories coming off this place like a strong wind. It was filled with the most beautiful plants and flowers he had ever seen in his life.

Walking about, he walked with an ease that spoke of being here many times in the past. Running his hand along an old stone wall, which surrounded the courtyard. His hand following a grove where other peoples hand have followed for a thousand years.

He could hear children laughing, and yet he knew he was completely alone in the courtyard. Few people came here anymore. Unlike the past, where when this garden was a place of sanctuary and peace.

Very few people could come here anymore and not be reminded of the terrible things that occurred. Even if it was a long time ago, the silence and the memories were just too much for them.

Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded before him. A knowing smile came to his face as he turned around to meet the person who met him in his place of solitude…

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Trowa turned over on his bed and brought his hand down on the buzzing alarm clock. "Damn it." He growled to himself. It seemed that every time he came close to learning something about who he was, something would cause him to wake up. Most annoying.

It was still an hour before everyone else would start to get up. He always was the first to get up in the morning. He had too much on his mind at the moment to sleep anyway.

From what he could figure out from his dreams, was that something horrible had happened. He wanted to fix it. To change it. He tried. But it had only made matters worse.

He was punished for it. The both of them were punished. Heero, and himself. And now they were here. But how was it that Heero remembered everything, and he didn't?

It was time to get some answers.