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Chapter 10
Ami struggled to keep awake in class. The last few weeks had been dreadfully uneventful since the beach. There had been a few youma attacks, and the last one had been last night, proving her tiresome mood.
Ami sat up strait as the bell rang, and she gathered her books. Finally, class was over. Heading to her locker, Ami put her books away and slipped on her sweater. She was met by a brisk October breeze as she exited the school.
"Ames!" She turned to see Minako running towards her, waving. In her hands she held her book bag and her volley ball uniform.
"What's up," Minako asked a soon as she fell into step besides Ami.
"Hmmm, well I've got to get home and help my mother pack AGAIN. Unbelievable, she freaks out about my ditching school, comes home, nags me for two weeks, and she's off again, to Switzerland this time," Ami said. Minako sighed.
"Sorry Ames."
"And you Minako? Off to practice?"
"Mhhmmm. I'll meet you guys at the temple around 5:00. Usagi is in detention, and Rei and Makoto are still teaching self defense at the center 'till around 5:30, but we're planning on getting there a bit earlier, me and Usagi are really confused on the math. Can you help us?"
"Yes ofcourse. I'll see you at five then," Ami said, as Minako waved and ran off. Ami was about to hurry home, when Ami heard Lara call out to her.
It was their routine for the past couple of weeks.
The guys would usually leave school right away, at least 10 minutes before Ami, who always took her time, talking to her friends or waiting on Usagi. So Lara and Josh always walked home with her, since Lara strangely enough lived about 2 apartment buildingsaway, on the end of the street, and Josh lived in a house one block away.
Ami paused and waited for the two to catch up. They were sticking to her like glue, more so than Wufei and Greg had been.
They acted as if they'd known Ami all of their lives, which was not a bad thing, if it wasn't for how...strange they were. Not that Ami and her friends weren't strange...but Ami always felt odd around the two, as if they were always questioning her, lightly, almost unnoticeably, but they were.
The three walked and chatted quietly today, about the weather, about the activities at school, nothing important.
Once Ami arrived at her apartment and waved at the two, she headed upstairs. She and her friends had been supporting each other in everything lately. If one of them had a problem, they came right out and said it at Senshi meetings. Things were great between them.
As for she and Greg, they still all hung out in groups, like with her neighbors, or with the girls, but it wasn't the same as before. He was sad. As she turned the last set of stairs, she saw someone standing outside her apartment door, and she decided that she had jinxed herself by doing so. Greg stood, leaned against the door. When she turned, he looked up, removing his foot from her door and standing strait.
"Hey Ami."
"Hi," Ami said politely, not really sure what he wanted. She had after all seen him in school a few minutes before.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said, approaching her. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I found thi stuck next to the door handle."
He handed Ami a piece of paper, a post it. One it was her mothers handwriting.
Ami, the plane time was moved up. Sorry I missed you, I'll call you tomorrow.
Mom
Ami shrugged and folded the paper, placing it in her sweater pocket.
"Thanks," she said, and Greg nodded.
"Now, what was it that you wanted?"
Greg sighed.
"Can we talk inside?"
Ami nodded and unlocked her apartment door, letting him in.
After he entered, she closed it and turned to him.
"Would you like something to drink?"
He shook his head. Ami nodded. "Alright then. Take a seat, I'll be with you in a moment."
Greg nodded and did so, on the big couch by the window.
Ami set her bag down and took off her sweater. She walked back out to find him staring out the window apsent mindedly.
She sat down across from him wordlessly, getting his attention and also signaling him to speak.
"Ami- my visions, are strange. I've been having random ones of your death and of mine. I have them constantly. The thing is, I can never see how it happens. All I see is my body. Then I hear you screaming and it's all black, and then your body hits the floor." He paused, and ignoring the disturbed look on Ami's face, continued. "I only have these visions now. I can't have any on people. Not on Lara or Josh, not on Wufei, Heero, Trowa, Quatre, or Duo, whom I still don't trust, and none on any of your enemies."
"Greg, there is nothing wrong with my neighbors. Please stop saying that. About your visions, that's totally out of our hands. Don't let them get to you. Remember, you make your own future, they don't create it."
"Yes they do Ami! And your neighbors- they're not to be trusted. You're going to get hurt!"
"Shutup Greg!" Ami said, finally standing. She paused. That was the first rude thing she had ever said to him. She opened her mouth to apologize, but greg put up his hand. Greg stood up, looking down at her and meeting her eyes.
"Don't bother. So much for me trying to warn you! I know now, you must have something going on with one of them, don't you?" He have her an accusing look.
"That is untrue," Ami defended.
"Nothing? So you're single? Then I'm sure no one would mind me doing this," Greg said, and just as Ami opened up her mouth to ask what, Greg had grabbed her chin and had his lips pressed against hers before she could blink. Ami's eyes widened, as she pulled away.
"Someone does mind Greg," she said, angrilly, pushing him away, "me!"
"Well then to the hell with you. You know I only came to Tokyo for you," Greg said, as he turned and stormed away, throwing open the door with her at his heels.
The pilots were just leaving, Duo closing the door, key still in hand, and they all turned to look at the two.
"Greg-" He turned to her and slammed his hand into the wall by her face. Automatically, the guys acted like they were gonna react, but Greg spoke to Ami.
"Don't." He said that to her in a way she had never heard him speak to her, and then he glared at her and tore down the stairs.
Ami stared at his back as he departed.
"What was that," Duo asked.
"Simple, the idiot boy blew his last fuse," Wufei said with a smirk. Ami just shook her head and headed inside.
But she did notice however, as the boys headed down the stairs, that in his fascination watching Ami and Greg, he had neglected to lock the door. No one in the apartment would break in, Ami knew them all wall, but she decided that she would warn Duo about that later.
Ami headed back inside and sat a moment. She sighed. She really didn't feel like going to the senshi meeting.
She was too upset now.
Ami picked up the phone and dialed Usagi.
"Hello?"
"Hi Usagi, it's Ami."
"Hey Ames, what's up?"
"Oh, nothing. Well, actually, there is something..." Ami paused. Usagi pressed her farther.
"What's wrong Ames?"
"Greg came over now and we had a fight. I'll tell yu about it tomorrow, but I really just don't feel like coming to the meeting tonight," Ami said.
"Hey, no problem Ames, I understand."
"Can I help you and Minako with your math tomorrow," Ami offered.
"Of course Ames. No problem. Relax tonight. Take ahot bath, watch some movies, much a little or a lot," Usagi laughed, "we'll talk tomorrow. It's not like there has been anything that interesting the past couple of days."
Ami laughed. "Right. Thanks Usagi. Bye."
"No problem Ames, buh bye!"
Ami hung up and started her homwork, then did what Usagi recomended to easeher guilt. She took a hot bath, put on a t-shirt and a comfy pair of jogging pants, and then layed down on the couch to watch TV After a few hours of frying her brain, Ami was surprised that she was tired. She decided to get up and take a nap, but thought, 'i'll just wait five minutes'. Pretty soon she had drifted of in front of the TV.
Ami was awakened by a loud thump. She sat up, looking around her dark living room wildly. The digital clock to her right red 11:00. She must have fallen asleep. Standing up, she heard the sound again, coming from her doorway. Ami gulped, hiding her fear and approaching the door.
"Hello?" She called nervously, stopping her hands from fidgeting.
No response, but another loud thump, followed by repeated banging against her door.
Ami worked up her courage and opened up her door. Right away, something heavy fell on her, and she fell to the ground with it, a loud scream coming from her. A body. She gulped, trying to regulate her breathing as she knocked the body off of herself, shakilly reaching for the light switch. A hand grabbed hers before she could do so, the bodies hand, causing her to scream again.
"Ami."
She paled.
"Greg?"
She could faintly make out his shape.
"Don't turn on the lights, I'd prefer you remember me as I was... not... as this...bloddy mess."
"Oh God. Greg please, I h-have to see, t-to help you," she said, reaching for the light again, but this time another hand stopped her. She could make out the outline of another man in the doorway. But even in the dark, she recognized that horrible smile.
"Siruto," she said in a low voice. The figure laughed. She turned back to Greg, whom had reached up to touch her face.
"Sorry Ames...I never wanted to come off like a jerk...guess it's second nature to us guys...you really were my best friend..." Greg's voice faded as his hand fell from her face, now wet with Ami's tears. And just like that, Gregory Urawa died, and dissapeared.
"Where's his body," she growled. Siruto shrugged.
"Like I care."
She stood, but Siruto towered over her. "Why," was all she could manage, trying to slow down her tears.
"He was...in the way...in more ways than one. Besides, my master was very mad at me after my last loss at the beach. I had to compensate. Since I'm going to pay anyways, I might as well make you suffer like you did to me."
"I don't know what you're talking about! He had NOTHING to do with this, and you killed him," she screamed angrilly.
"Shutup, you're in no position to shout at me," Siruto growled, and before Ami could react, he had smacked her across the face so hard that she hit the floor, shaking in pain as she reached a trembling hand to her face.
"Did that hurt Ami? Good, because it's nothing like what you did to me, that pain."
"What did I do to you," she managed weakly. Siruto laughed.
"Don't even try it. The emotional pain you put me through- YOU BROKE ME!" He suddenly smiled, "and I've waited so long..."
He grabbed her up by her arm, almost yanking it out of it's socket as he smacked her into the china cabinet, knocking a few things over and holding her there.
Ami looked at him. He had seen her gazing down the hallway. He knew her transformation wand was in one of the rooms. She was defenseless.
"So long..." he continued, leaning in towards her, but stopping a few inches from her face, "but you never let me!" Ami knew what was coming, geting deja vu of what had gone on earlier with Greg, except Greg had done it differently- he was much gentler than Siruto as Siruto leaned in and kissed her forcefully- hungrily.
His toungue fought to get into her mouth, but Ami kept her lips shut tight, struggling all the while. Siruto sighed in aggrivation.
"1000 years of waiting, and you couldn't even make this worth my WAIT!"
He pulled her away slightly from the china cabinet, before smashing her into it was hard as he could, which was quite hard, breaking the glass with Ami's back and causing her to scream, as he laughed. Ami could feel blood pouring down from her back, and a bit from the back of her neck...He dropped her.
Ami struggled to her feet, but found that Siruto stood in front of the hall, blocking her path. He raised his hand and grabbed her by the wrist, so hard that he crushed her communicater in his fist. Ami screamed as it cut into her.
"Ooops, no calling for help now," he said, as it crumbled to the floor, leaving marks all over Ami's wrist. Instead of letting Ami go though, he held onto her wrist and threw her into the wall and shelf, by the door.
With a pained cry, Ami tried to crawl out the door of her apartment. She wondered why Siruto let her, but realized soon enough when she saw a youma, guarding both the stairs going up and down, ready to shoot her dead if she attempted to go.
"Don't worry," Siruto said, from behind her in the doorway of her apartment, "it won't attack you until you try to go up those stairs, you've just got ME to worry about."
He raised his palm and fired some sort of a red blast at Ami, it surrounded her, then electrified her, causing her to once again collapse to the floor with a scream.
Siruto walked up to her, grabbing her up by her t-shirt, and making her look him in the eye. She did so angrilly.
"Still got too much fight left in you, huh? I can fix that."
He fired again at her, this time pointing right at her stomach.
She resisisted throwing up as he dropped her to the floor, shaking and holding her stomach.
She struggled to her feet, feeling herself ready to pass out. She stood and backed away form the stairs and the glaring youma, and away from Siruto at her door.
She leaned against the guys' door, breathing heavily and holding her stomach. Siruto raised his hand to attack again, and by reflex Ami felt herself droop slightly, her elbow falling. It hit into the doorhandle, pushing it down and swinging the door open, Ami falling in with a gasp. Of course, Duo had neglected to lock the door. Ami turned around to look. It looked as if no one was home yet.
She struggled to get to her feet and run. Perhaps she could make a jump out the window. As she got to her feet though, she realized that she wouldn't survive the jump in her condition.
Siruto folowed her, ofcourse, as she limped inside.
"Quit it, you're making killing you pathetic."
He raised his palm and fired a ball of energy at Ami's back. She fell into some kind of a board hung on the wall with a scream, and it fell on top of her, the nail loosening when that happened.
Ami groaned, and attemped to get up. What was on top of her?
She saw a small lamp on the shelf she was lying next to. A little light couldn't hurt the worsening situation. In fact, it could help. She turned the small nob.
Ami shielded her eyes a moment, struggling to her knees as she moved the board from on top of her. It fell to the floor face up, and Ami had her hands on the ground, breathing heavilly as her gaze went from Siruto's suddenly shocked expression to the board in front of her.
The small light illuminated the letter written with marker clearly.
Three categories, like a chart. Senshi, hidden strength, and Enemy. Ami's name was under all three, and Setsuna's was under one of them.
Ami felt sick. She felt her already bad condition worsen. Her friends, her neighbors, they- they had deceived her. They were- Ami didn't know what they were. She grabbed her head to stop herself from passing out, her breathing now very haggard. As if she wasn't already upset enough, her friends...the ones she had trusted had betrayed her.
Siruto approached the board, still shocked.
"Those boys- those nothings- how do they know about this?" Ami turned and coughed up blood.
He turned to her.
"You're lucky scout. You're spared for tonight. I must report this to my master." He turned away, and Ami heard him say, 'come', to his youma. The two disapeared in a flash of light, and Ami tried to get up, without success.
She had to call the girls. She saw a phone not too far away. Dragging herself over to it, suppressing pained cries, she picked it up and dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Hello," Rei's groggy voice answered from the other end.
"Rei," Ami said.
"Oh God Ami! You sound like you've been to hell and back! Are you alright?"
Ami held back gagging as she spoke, coughing.
"No. Come to my apartment. Call the girls."
"What's happned?" Ami tried to hold back her sobs when Rei asked, but she didn't do a very good job.
"Greg- he's- he's dead."
With that said, the phone slipped from her hand onto the receiver, and Ami struggled to get away from the shelf she was next to.
Rei hung up the phone silently, tears streaming down her face.
'Oh God, what happened?'
Ami must have been hurt as well. She called the others on their communicaters and quickly got dressed. Mamoru offered to drive all of them to be quicker. So she just had to walk towards Usagi's house.
Mamoru was there in a couple of minutes, Minako, Usagi, and Makoto already in the car.
They headed towards the apartment at lightning speed.
Heero, Duo, Wufei, Quatre, and Trowa marched tiredly through the apartment door and up the steps. Duo had insisted that they have some fun, and had dragged them all to some stupid night club.
'It's Friday night, you guys can't sit home like a bunch of losers!' Heero shook his head. There were more losers at the club than anywhere else.
As they rounded the corner to the last steps, they saw with distaste that their door was wide open, and a small light, almost like a desk lamps, was shining through.
Wufei turned to glare at Duo.
"Maxwell, did you lock the apartment door?"
Duo paused. He thought back.
"I don't remember," he admitted sheepishly, "all I remember is seeing Ami and Greg fight, then heading out."
Heero glared, and Quatre sighed.
"It's alright, let's just check it out." Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Trowa all pulled out small guns, while Wufei unsheathed his cleverly hidden katana.
The group walked inside the apartment, and Heero peered through the dim room suspiciously. He was right about one thing, it was the small desk lamp that they had sitting uselessly on that shelf.
"Why is the board knocked down," Trowa asked.
Duo decided to turn on the lights, enticing a gasp from Quatre and Wufei.
"What," he asked, turning, and suddenly realizing that a body was lying in the corner of the room.
Ami.
Her chest heaved up and down as she lay on her side, blood all over her back and slowly forming a puddle in front of her. She also had some bruises and cuts, more blood coming from just below her neck.
Duo ran over with Quatre, to see if she was okay, Wufei approaching as well.
"Ami?"
"Get," she said in between ragged breaths, "away...from me."
Duo stopped in his tracks, as well as Quatre, and Wufei backed up next to Heero and Trowa.
The onna was being wierd.
Meanwhile, Ami's friends had silently crept up the steps and headed up to Ami's apartment, quiet for fear of getting a youma's attention. They searched the whole thing, but realized that no one was there. The only sign that someone had been there within the last hour was that a shelf in the corner of the room was knocked over, the china cabinet was smashed up, and the tv was still on as well as blood on the carpet by the door.
In the quiet of the building, they heard voices. Walking over to the door of Ami's neighbors, Makoto knocked on the door.
Heero approached Ami, gun in hand as he moved to walk around her
He moved to where he was standing in front of her, and the perfect soldier nearly dropped his gun out of surprise to see that the quiet girl was not passed out, but had her eyes half open. And she was glaring right at him. Tear stains were apparent all over her cheeks and her eyes were brimmed with them.
Heero squated down next to her, his hand holding the gun on his knee, as he peered at her suspciously.
"Why are you in here? What happened?" He received no response.
Heero pressed the gun to her temple, a scare tactic he enjoyed.
"Who do you work for?"
"No one," she responed with a cough, and so Heero turned the safety of his gun off his gun.
"Hn."
"Heero," Duo cut in, approaching angrilly, "what are you doing? This girl was wonderful to us, she helped us, she saved Wufei's life and ours-"
Heero glared at Duo, raising the gun at him.
"Shutup. You have risked everything in this mission for your stupid friendships, Maxwell." Duo looked offended.
"So every act of kindness she ever did for you is nothing?"
Heero didn't respond, as he put the gun back at Ami's temple.
"Did you look at that board over there," he asked, motioning with the gun behind Ami. He saw her tired eyes flicker over to the side slightly, before lowering even more, and then re-opening, her trying to stay focused, but not responding.
She had to do things the hard way, didn't she?
Heero grabbed Ami's arm and turned her over to her other side roughly, grabbing her face and silencing her cry of pain as he directed her towards the board.
"Did you read it," he asked in his usual monotone, not an ounce of regret at his action on his face.
Heero felt a hand encircle his wrist, and roughly pull his hand away from Ami's face. Ami looked up slightly, trying to focus on who had just pulled Heero away. She recognized the voice instantly. Wufei stood in front of him, glaring.
"That's enough."
Heero glared at him.
"Don't interfere Chang. Apparently, I'm the only one who has enough God damn sense left to put aside stupid feelings and get the mission over with quicker."
Quatre's mouth popped open, Duo growled slightly, and Trowa walked over to the door. He had heard a knock.
Opening it up and realizing who it was, he tried to close it, but Makoto growled as she and the rest of the group pushed their way through. Upon setting sight on Trowa's gun, Duo's shocked expression, Quatre's look of guilt, and Wufei standing next to a crouched down Heero whom held a gun at Ami, the gang gasped and Usagi screamed.
"What are you doing! Get away from her!" Running past everyone, her friends at her heels, Usagi was down on her knees next to Ami in a second.
"What have you done," Minako asked, giving Duo a pained look.
"We didn't do anything to her," Quatre said, "we found her like this."
"Liar," Rei said, "Ami called me. I knew she was hurt, and it has to have been from this apartment. Now where's his body?" The pilots looked at each other, confused.
"What body," asked Trowa.
"Don't play stupid, Greg's body," Mamoru said, suddenly enraged.
"Greg? Why would we have Greg's body," Wufei asked, still annoyed at Greg.
"Why? Because Ami called and told Rei that he was dead! And the body is not in Ami's apartment," Makoto snapped, standing at full height and looking down at Heero, glaring. Heero stood up and met her gaze angrilly.
Wufei stood shocked. Greg was dead?
"Get away from them..." Ami told her friends, " they didn't kill Greg or do this to me, Greg's body dissapeared, after-" she paused and tears fell from her eyes, 'but they're dangerous...Mina, the board."
Minako glanced over to her right, and before Duo could jump in and stop her, she had run over and grabbed it, holding it up so her friends could see as well. She dropped it after a thorough inspection, stepping away from Duo.
"How do you know Setsuna Meioh?" Her voice was now cold and dripping with suspicion.
"Meioh? That woman is the reason we're here," Quatre said, getting a glare from Heero.
"Who cares Heero," Duo defended, "it's not like we have to hide it anymore. You'll shoot everyone by the end of the night if you don't like what you hear."
"If I have to," Heero responded, causing Usagi to shake slightly and turn back to Ami. Ami had been beginning to stand up with Usagi holding onto her.
"You okay Ames?"
Ami's face reflected pain as she tried to steady herself with Usagi, but as soon as she began to straighten her back, she shuddered and fell forwards, Usagi catching her and getting to her knees with her worriedly. Makoto checked her pulse. She nodded, and everyone gave a relieved sigh. Ami was unconsious.
"Guess it was just too much on her, losing Greg and everything in one night...and who knows what else."
"Alright look. We know that you guys are hiding something, you know that we're hiding something, let's just get it out into the open." Everyone paused and thought. Heero gave a nod of approval, and Usagi stood, wiping tears from her eyes shed simply for the hurt of seeing her friend in pain, and speaking. "I'm fine with that, but we have to help Ami first."
"Okay. Mamoru, there's a first aid kit in Ami's apartment. Get Ami there, and we'll all talk," Rei said. Mamoru picked her up and the group walked out save for Rei, because the pilots were still standing there. "Well, come on."
They followed surprisingly, Duo switching off the lights, closing AND locking the door on his way out.
Mamoru carried Ami to her bed and headed back to the living room, while everyone sat stiffly on the couches, slightly ticked off that Heero had yet to put away his gun.
Rei and Makoto emerged from Ami's room after wrapping up her whole waist area, patching up her neck, and using peroxide on several other cuts, including the injured part of her back.
"Call Setsuna. She's a big part of this. Plus, she'll have a better look at Ami," Mako said.
"Should we call Michiru and Haruka as well," asked Hotaru.
"No, they probably just got back from their concert and climbed into bed. We'll call them if we need them, they can't leave Hotaru." Usagi said.
"You left Rini," Rei pointed out.
"Duh Rei, she's with my parents and Sammy." Before the two started to argue, Minako opened up her communicater. The guys all raised their eyebrows.
"I didn't know that this technology existed in this demension," Duo said. Minako frowned at the last part, but responded, "It doesn't."
"Hello," a voice answered through the small speaker, and distantly, Duo could see a small screen on it too.
"Setsuna, it's Minako."
"Why so late mina? What's wrong?"
"Come to Ami's apartment, your friends are here," Minako said.
"Friends?"
"Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Wufei Chang, and Quatre Winner, IF those are your real names," she finished, causing Heero to sigh. Setsuna grew quiet, and her face showed confusion.
"Mina? How do you- why are they- what?"
"Just come, Greg's dead, Ami's hurt, we need to talk."
"What? When?" Setsuna's voice had gobe from clam to frantic. She hadn't know about that! Realizing that Minako herself didn't know, Setsuna nodded.
"Right, give me five minutes." And she hung up.
"Five minutes! Is she zapping herself from where we're from?"
"Well Duo, I don't know where that is," Usagi responded, "but Setsuna can pop up just about anywhere she wants," Usagi paused, and the guys were looking at her funny, "in time," she finished. Quatre almost fell off his chair.
"Time?"
Usagi nodded.
A few minutes later, there was a quick knock on the door.
Mamoru opened it up to reveal Setsuna. But she looked very different from when the boys had last seen her. Her hair was all down, having been quickly combed, and tied in a low pony tail at her neck. She was in very casual clothing, nothing like the expensive bussiness suit she had worn last time she had seen them.
"Hey, where's Ames?" she asked quickly, and Minako pointed down the hall, Setsuna taking off in that direction. The pilots looked surprised at her use of the nickname for Ami. Clearly, they were not just aquaintences.
Sestuna rushed into the room to find that Mamoru had set Ami down on top of the sheets. Usagi was with her, while Mamoru and the other girls sat keeping the pilots at bay for the moment.
"They didn't wanna tuck her in or anything till you had a look at her."
Setsuna nodded. She looked at the wrapping of Ami's waist.
"Whoever did this did an excellent job."
"Rei and Mako," Usagi answered apsent mindedly.
Setsuna touched Ami's pulse, and put a hand to her forehead. She was very warm.
"Get a cloth for her head." Usagi nodded and ran off. Setsuna walked around the bed and stared down at Ami, her hand lightly touching her cheek. She shook her head.
"I never even saw this coming. This is my fault for not telling you guys- I'm sorry Ami," she paused and looked up at the ceiling, "and Greg. Once again you're victims in a twist of destiny." She sighed, her hand falling next to dry tear marks on Ami's face. "Tonight must have been- horrific. You and Greg would have both been okay if I hadn't...meddled."
"Meddled? Like how," Usagi asked from the doorway.
Setsuna looked up. "I'll explain now. Here," she took the cloth from Usagi and put it on Ami's head before the two walked out, Setsuna closing the door behind them.
"Alright, let's talk," Setsuna said as she and Usagi walked out.
"Right," the senshi said in unision. Setsuna turned. "First things first. Pilots, introduce yourselves- correctly." The senshi looked confused at the use of that word, but the pilots did as she said.
"Heero Yuy. Former Pilot of Gundam Wing Zero. Now a preventer."
"Trowa Barton. Pilot of Heavy Arms."
"Duo Maxwell. Pilot of Deathscythe."
"Wufei Chang. Pilot of Shenlong and Altron."
"Quatre Raberna Winner. Pilot of Sandrock."
The girls and Mamoru sat silently after this.
"What does that mean," Usagi finally asked.
"These boys are from another demension. I brought them here undercover. In their demension, there used to be a war. They fought in it, by piloting machines called Gundams, rare and amazing machines. I won't go into detail about that right now. The boys can exlain more later."
"Now ladies, you go ahead."
Rei sighed.
"Usagi Tskino, a.k.a Sailor Moon or Neo Queen Serenity."
"Rei Hino, a.k.a Sailor Mars."
"Makoto Kino, a.k.a Sailor Jupiter."
"Minako Aino, a.k.a Sailor Venus."
Setsuna nodded. "Mamoru."
"Mamoru Chiba, a.k.a Tuxedo Mask or King Endymion."
The boys did not look too surprised.
"And I am Setsuna Meioh, a.k.a Sailor Pluto. I am sorry, but I lied to everyone.
It was...destiny. I was supposed to do it. I can't tell you anymore. I am just supposed to do
what I am told. You boys are aware of the senshi's powers?"
They nodded.
"Well...I am the senshi of time. I run the gates of time, but I am also supposed to watch over
other demensions. For some reason, one which I cannot reveal, you HAD to be here.
You all had to meet, and you boys had to search for the person with the hidden strength.
I cannot explain why. It just must be that way."
"Bull, why won't you tell us anything," Duo asked.
"I cannot."
"Why," Quatre asked.
"Just drop it," Rei snapped, receiving glares.
"I also have one other thing to confess to. Greg is a psycic. He invisions anything and everything, and when I found out he was coming, I messed around with his powers to disable him from seeing what you guys were up to. However, I was not able to completely stop them, and Greg only had visions of two things, either his death or someone else's, yet he could not see how it happened, just the bodies. Had I not messed around with his visions, he would have known that he was going to be attacked, and called you girls, saving both himself and Ami. Therefore, I take full responsibilty for his death. I am sorry." Setsuna finshed to hear silence, when finally Usagi spoke.
"It's not your fault, you did what you had to do, but I still don't understand why this all had to be done, why we must all be brought together-" Usagi was cut off.
"I will be punished if I say anymore," Setsuna said, "but I can fill you in on something.
Senshi, there is another age old fued going on. You've battled this before, but this is
more serious. Someone was born with a strength unknown to all, and the enemy wants them as a weapon.
They would be the perfect weapon to take over this earth. Pilots, I cannot send you home, it is
important that you're here. Now that you all know of each other, you can help each other.
Will you stay on this mission?"
The pilots looked at each other, and nodded.
"Misison Accepted."
Duo smiled.
"Great! No secrets!" He turned to Heero.
"Heero, when Ami wakes up, I do believe you owe her an apology."
Heero glared.
"Actually Heero, you do. She was already very injured, and you were pretty rough with her," Quatre said.
Heero reluctantly nodded, realizing they were right.
And then the group sat, some discussing quietly, other just thinking, until morning.
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