The night hair seemed relatively peaceful; a nice reprieve to what had quickly become utter chaos after that had commenced after the truth came out.

Flashback

Heero who I am told is always calm and rather unemotional sat down hard on the chair that was next to the desk. Duo. (Sigh) Duo had fainted after we said "braided baka". I am not sure why, but he did mumble "Great, two wu-man's." and "Shinigami, help me." Oh well. He did not get to hear any of our great news so we had to repeat it, immediately followed by another trip to dream land with mutterings of "No!!!!! Chibi wu-mans." Now Trowa, a real silent boy, fainted out right. The only one to take this even moderately well was the very polite boy, Quatre, his eyes widened and then he gave us hesitant congratulations. By now the 'perfect soldier' had come out of his daze and he blushed a faint pink and then went out of the room in an angry stride. End Flashback I felt strong arms encircle my waist and turned around to see Fei-koi staring at me with his eyes filled with ebony fire. He gently pulled me towards the bed and we soon joined the duo's example and drifted into dreamland, where both of us safely within each other's arms can forget about our nightmares that even through the light of day haunt us.

"So what happens now?" Haruka asked tension radiating of her to dance with the winds.

Luna sighed. "My suggestion to you all is to break all contact with Mamoru. And Ami, you should tell your mother. You will need her medical advice. In fact," she said, her eyes sweeping across the room, "you should all tell your parents. For good or ill, they have a right to know especially after what you have done." The Senshi slowly nodded their assent. "As for Artemis and I," she continued, "We will see if we can find where Usagi went to. Although whether or not she chooses to return is entirely her decision." She turned to leave, pausing at the doorway. "Artemis?"

"In a minute Luna." Artemis said as he moved to the center of the circle. "I hope you all realize what you have done." he said angrily. "You threw away your loyalty and friendship to the kindest person in the universe, for the sake of a callous, cold-hearted onore, who only wants to use you, and the offspring you created. The real irony here," he mused, "is that their father won' give a damn about them. But Serenity, who will have every reason to hate them, instead will welcome them with open arms. Makes you think, doesn't it?" and he quickly exited.

The girls all looked at each other. "I guess we should be going." Ami finally said, getting to her feet, thoughts were heavy on her mind; only now did the consequences and loss get to her. "I have a lot to talk to my mother about." The others nodded as the group slowly dispersed each seemed as haunted as the last.

Swing, chop, thrust, parry riposte, thrust-block. The light reflected off the thin sheen of sweat covering Wufei's torso as he moved effortlessly through his katana exercises, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance that Usagi found mesmerizing. She sat along the far wall of the exercise room, studying him as he moved smoothly from one motion and form to another. Briefly she remembered something he had once told her about kata training. "Physical effort it only a small part of the kata. It requires strong mental discipline and concentration to achieve perfect form and style. And yet you must divest yourself from any conscious thought that may impede your development. Imagine your spirit as a tidal pool on an open stream. Calm and soothing, yet still in constant motion. When you are able to perform a kata flawlessly, without an thought or concern, you will have achieved the perfect state of being"

Finally the kata ended, and Wufei paused for a breath. He noticed Usagi watching from the far wall, and walked over. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked.

She smiled. "You remind me of Tetsuyo."

He gave her a sideways glance. "Anybody I should know about?"

Usagi giggled at that. "Not from me." she replied. "Makoto met him at a martial arts retreat. She was trying to regain her focus."

"And did she?" he asked.

She shrugged. "A little. Of course," she continued wryly, "she spent most of her time with him, making 'goo-goo' eyes."

He snorted at this. "Weak onna."

"Better watch what you say." Usagi replied. "Makoto is a pretty strong girl."

Wufei shook his head. "True strength has nothing to do with physical ability," he said. "I have seen some of the strongest people you could meet, weaken themselves with debauchery and vice. And puny weaklings dig down deep in themselves to find a strength they never knew. " His eyes clouded over. "My Clan found that kind of strength."

"Oh Fei-koi I'm so sorry." Usagi said with consternation. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

Wufei smiled down at his love. "It's alright," he said. "I've dealt with the loss, and live my life to honor their memories."

Usagi grew thoughtful. "Wufei, am I being a hypocrite?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "What right do I have, getting angry with them, after what we did?" she asked.

Wufei shook his head. "What happened between us is none of their concern." he replied. "Besides, they were the ones constantly telling you not to 'endanger your destiny'. Did they think you were the only one who had to follow that rule? Now THAT'S hypocritical."

Her eyes grew sad. "I still can't believe they all betrayed me like that, with Mamoru".

"Especially after he hurt you," he murmured.

Usagi looked at him questioningly. But when his fingers traced lightly over her breast, she paled. "H-how did you?"

"I'm a soldier Usa," he said gently. "And a Gundam pilot. We're trained to notice things others might miss. The tattoo does a good job of hiding it, but I could still see the scars."

She stared up at him. "And it doesn't disgust you?" she asked.

Wufei frowned slightly. "How you got it, yes." he replied. "How you chose to deal with it, never. You took a mark of shame that would have destroyed most people, and defiantly made it a mark of beauty. How could I not admire this?"

Usagi gazed up at him, her eyes misting over. Now more than ever, she knew she had made the right choice. Wufei was everything that Mamoru wasn't. Strong, brave, and, and.

"Fei-koi?"

"Yes Usa-koi?"

She arched her eyebrow at him, a devilish smirk on her face.

"Your hand is still on my breast."

"Oh you noticed that, did you?" His expression mirrored her own

as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Outside in the hall, Rashid had been discretely eavesdropping. Seeing them move together, he quietly closed the door, and stoically stood guard, determined to give the young lovers their moment of privacy. Though judging by the smashing and banging sounds that were nearby they were going to have to hurry up with what they were doing. As that thought caught up to the magaunic he turned a brilliant shade of read that matched his masters quite well.