Chapter #2

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"I can't believe I'm finally here!" Hotaru said in a hoarse whisper. She couldn't wait to see her brother again, but there was a slight problem with that. He probably wouldn't care to see her. She was always the one in the back watching everyone else play. She would ask to play every time, but her sisters always said no, so she just quit talking around her family.

Her happiness died down as soon as she realized that her brother would not care. He didn't even know what she looked like any more after Setsuna died. The change in her was great, yet so was her personality. She used to be one of those fun-loving girls like her so-called friends, but now she was a very quiet girl. She would have random outbursts, but she was very quiet most of the time. It was rare that you saw her talking to many people all at once. Popularity never did suit her. Being fake was never what she wanted to be, even though that was what she had been almost all of her life.

Hotaru started to walk towards the mansion that she knew her brother would be in. "I hope he knows who I am…" she wondered aloud. When the mansion came into view, you knew he was there because of all of the maguanacs roaming the grounds. They were always where her brother was. I kind of creeped her out. They acted like stalkers, always trying to know where her brother is and what he's doing.

When Hotaru made it up to the gates one of the maguanacs asked her who she was. They were not willing to take any chances after the last wars. There was always going to be one assassin or more after the Winner heir.

"I am Makkura Hotaru Winner. Is my brother here?" she asked already knowing the answer. Her brother was here. Why else would the maguanacs be wandering around?

"Miss Makkura, I have not seen you in a long time. Yes, your brother is inside. Would you like to show you into the mansion so you may find him? He is in the music room trying to teach one of his friends to play the violin. But he isn't having much luck with mister cold stony," was the honest reply of the lead maguanac, Rashid.

'God, now I remember who this guy is. He is the baka that won't shut up when I want him to! I hope I can get by without seeing him for a while,' was all that filled her mind. Hotaru never really had liked Rashid for some reason. It was odd, because everyone else seemed to like him.

Hotaru walked past him as he continued to talk to the air. It was time to go see her brother. When Hotaru walked inside the, you saw the same bright walls and cream colored stairs. She cringed at the sight of all the bright areas in the house. Dark places would be so much nicer. Especially when she got black spots in her vision every time it was too bright.

She started walking to the music room and slipped in unnoticed. Hotaru always was good at hiding and sneaking around. Only her brother would be able to find her, but then again, he probably didn't know her anymore.

Change POV to Quatre

'Please Heero! Why won't he even try if he was the one that asked me to help him? Ala, help me!' pleaded a bleach blond haired boy whose bangs that fell near his crystal blue eyes. He was a lot smaller than his two companions. His other companions had larger builds, while he still looked to be younger than them.

An auburn haired boy stood of to the side as his 'bang' fell into his face. The one visible green eye held a small look of amusement as he laughed at his friends. He had loosened up quite a bit after the war. He no longer just sat there and stayed quiet.

'Wait a second, something isn't right,' he thought as he looked around the room. In the corner near the door he saw a small teenage girl. She had black hair with a violet tint that reached her waist, and violet eyes tinted with black. The girl was just slightly smaller than Quatre. She appeared to be watching the blondes every move. Quite odd in his opinion, but she must be no threat if the maguanacs had let her in. 'Let's just see what happens'. He turned away and watched to see if his friends would ever notice the newcomer.

The brown haired boy with Prussian blue eyes surveyed the room with a trained eye. He noticed nothing weird, but something just didn't feel right. What was he doing here again? Why did he even ask Quatre to teach him violin? Oh, yeah, he had been bored. He needed to learn to control his random thoughts. They seemed to be popping up quite a lot more since the wars had stopped.

Quatre gave up and went over to the guy laughing on the sidelines. That was when he noticed her. With black hair that fell to the waist, violet eyes that held so much pain…wait, pain? It was his sister, but what had happened. Her clothes weren't that same lavender they used to be. She was wearing a black halter top that showed off a black stud in her belly button. Her leather pants were tight, but not too tight. She had on combat boots and a studded bracelet that gave her a punk/Goth appearance. Large earring dangled from her ears and hit her shoulders. This was not the same Hotaru that he knew.

"Hotaru?" asked Quatre in a weak voice. When did she get here? Hadn't she disappeared many years ago? Why would she return here?

She stepped out of the shadows into the view of everyone in the room. The maguanacs that passed the door all looked in. What was a strange girl doing in the house? Why would Rashid let a stranger in without everyone else's knowledge?

That is where I stop. What do you think happens? It may surprise you, or it may not. I don't have it planned yet. It is longer than the first chapter and I hope that it is better. I am mad! How could I only get one review? Please review this time.

Silver Sailor Ganymede: Thank you for being the only one to review.