Quatre is going to be a little bit off in this story. I haven't mentioned why yet, but have you noticed that two of the G-boys are missing? Also, he is just getting to know his sister since he ignored her almost all of his life, but she still loves him anyway, and he her, even if they don't show it.

"Sorry Quatre. You are thinking of the wrong person. The Hotaru that you are thinking of is somewhere in America. She was supposed to get her degree in fashion designing. I am your other sister, Makkura Hotaru Winner," said the newly named Makkura.

"Wait, Makkura? I thought you were on one of your missions in…" Quatre trailed off remembering the fact that his friends were in the room and he'd be screwed if they found out about Makkura. She would surely kill him.

"I was, but Doctor P died. I have no more need to be there. My comrades went over and decided that being good wasn't the way they wanted to be," said Makkura, totally ignoring the fact that Quatre had practically spilled her whole secret. She was happy because now she knew that Quatre remembered her, even though he never thought that she would come back.

Since he was tired of watching from the sidelines and wondering about this so called Dr. P, Heero finally decided to show what was on his mind. The only problem was he did it in the most intimidating way he knew. He pulled out his gun, "Who are you and who do you work for?" Heero seemed quite glad that he could use it after such a long time. After the wars, everyone had made him put the gun away every time he got to use it, but now was free time.

"I already said who I was, but who I work for…is dead. I work for no one but myself now. There is no use to ask that question anymore. By the way, why are you pointing your gun at me if it isn't even loaded? Besides, I am no threat to you."

"Shimatta!" swore Heero. She wasn't supposed to be able to see that. It hadn't been loaded all those times that he pointed it at his comrades, but they were never able to figure that out. How could this person figure it out? She must have had special training or something.

As if reading his thoughts, she spoke, "I had training in all areas to make sure I knew when an enemy was coming at me or to figure if they were bluffing."

As Heero was fuming, Trowa decided that it was time to speak. Maybe Heero would forget about it, but that was unlikely. Heero was one of those people who could hold a grudge for quite a long time if he wanted to. "I'm Trowa Barton. I hope that I am able to get to know you better Makkura. Don't mind Heero over there. He just isn't used to being shown up by anyone, especially girls."

"So what if I'm a girl. That doesn't make a difference in my performance so why should he care?" answered Makkura. Then she remembered something. "Hey Quatre, I don't have a room here and I was wondering if I could get one.

"I'll see what I can do," said Quatre as if it was a hotel. She and Quatre didn't know each other that well. Makkura had always been in the background watching as her sisters played with Quatre. All that Quatre knew was that she existed, not her personality. The only way was to get to know her, but she wasn't exactly showing much of a personality.

"I can take her to a room in the northern wing of the house. I don't mind if she sleeps in my wing of the house," volunteered Trowa seeing that Quatre was a little bit uncomfortable. Trowa also figured that Heero would kill him if he put her in the one empty wing that had belonged to…some friends…

"Are you sure? You wouldn't mind helping her with room decoration?" asked Quatre even though Trowa hadn't volunteered for that.

"You don't have to worry about that," Heero cut in, "We are going to the Peacecraft academy. Relena needs guards for some reason. It appears that terrorists are going to be attacking the Sanc kingdom some time soon. There isn't a war this time though, just some solders left over that want revenge."

"Okay. When do we leave?" asked a slightly unnerved Quatre. Like the others, he wasn't crazy about seeing Relena. They had guarded her one time after the wars before this, and she had dyed her hair a not pink color that made them sick. She also tried to seduce Heero which ended up making them the real terrorists.

"We leave now," was all that Heero said as he walked out of the house and got into his car. The others would have to drive themselves, but before he took off, Quatre jumped in. 'Why is Quatre acting so weird? Could this new girl be the cause?'

"I guess that they left us behind. C'mon Makkura. You can choose the car," said Trowa as he started walking towards the garage. When they got there, Makkura saw an array of different cars. One stood out above the others though. It was just a small black convertible. What was cool about it though, was the indigo flames that were painted along the bottom edges. Behind that car, there was a small trailer that held two motorcycles with the same design on them. They were going in that one, and there was no question about that.

After Makkura had gotten into a small argument about who was going to drive, they decided to just take the bikes and have one of the maguanacs bring the car later.

On the bikes there could be no talking so the ride to the Sanc Kingdom was a quiet one. When they reached the Sanc Kingdom, they found out that Quatre would be back in a week or so. He had been called away on a business trip that had to deal with the fortune he had inherited from his father or something along those lines.

Makkura didn't care though. She wasn't big on her brother or any of his friends. Trowa seemed nice enough, but how did she know that they wouldn't turn their backs on her like the senshi did? She was afraid of rejection now, so it would be harder to stay friends with people. She would not get close to any of them until she knew for sure that she could trust them.

Makkura was startled out of her reverie when Trowa told her that they would be in the same dorm room. Makkura had hoped that she would be by herself so she could sneak out and play her time flute so she could speak to Setsuna-mama, but it appeared that things would not be that easy. She doubted the thing would even work without someone catching her. Her life as going downhill fast and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

"Whatever," was all Makkura could reply with. She did not want to seem weak and let people in to help her. They would only mess with her head like everyone else in her past had.

As Trowa and Makkura started walking to dorm 305, Trowa spoke up, "You know, you remind me a little bit of Heero when he was fighting the war. He never told anyone how he felt, and the only time he laughed was when he killed someone. Why do you act so much like him if you weren't fighting in the war?"

"I have been fighting my own war, along with many others. None of the wars I have fought in took over this universe. They only took over mine and my…friends," Makkura spat out those words like they were poison on her tongue. 'What could make her hate her friends so much?' was what ran across Trowa's mind.

"Alright, I can see that you aren't willing to talk about your past, but could you at least become our friend? I know that I've only known you for about a day, but I would like it better if I could actually talk to you and know that you are willing to listen----"

Trowa was about to finish talking when something pushed him on top of Makkura. Whatever it was was soon to be in a lot of pain. You never wanted to get Makkura mad. When you did, there could be problems.

In case you had trouble understanding what I was talking about, here is a little dictionary thing. It is really unorganized, but I'll fix it…eventually.

Dr P is sailor Pluto

Makkura means total darkness

Trowa is out of character because I decided that he should loosen up a little. Add the fact that the wars are supposedly over.

Hotaru was 16 when I set this up, so Hotaru can drive, even though she should have an adult or something with her.

The time flute is an instrument to contact the time guardian, even if she is dead.

I am not sure what dorms look like so I am just guessing. They will be two bedrooms, with one person in each room. There is one bathroom, and a kitchen and living area.

Think of that killjoy Mistress Nine. Makkura got some of her personality traits when she was destroyed.

Thanx to:

Silver Sailor Ganymede: I am glad that you liked it. I know that you've updated, I have just been really busy trying to get some stories out.

Airlady: I'm glad that you think this story will be good.

Hoshiko Megami: What does Hoshiko mean? Anyway, thanks for the review.

HarpyGirl91: I wouldn't have it any other way. Why do you think that she is spending all of her time with him?

QOL: Thank you for telling me how to spell it. I hope that you keep reviewing.

ToraTigera: I don't think that anyone had made Taru Quatre's sister either, but I wanted to do something slightly authentic. I tried to make the chapter longer.