I decided to update so here!

"Well, my friends, Duo and Wufeiwere supposed to go into the outer reaches of space on a rocket ship. Everyone knows that gundams are safer, but they couldn't use them because the cockpits were so small. Right when they were about to board the rocket, it took off. They were supposed to be on that rocket, but they were fighting over who was to go in first," whispered Trowa with a hint of pain in his voice. This was the only topic in his life that he had never talked about. He hadn't talked about his childhood, but there were no memories of that. "They didn't know that the rocket had a set time, but it did. It went of right when they decided to go in together. That was the only moment in all of their lives, that they had stopped fighting. I just hope that they don't miss out on much in life. I know how much they wanted to do certain things."

"Well…I hope things like this stop plaguing you. I wish I could have helped," Makkura knew that it was a weak excuse, but it was worth a shot. Trowa smiled at her knowing that she had not dealt with this before. At least she was trying. It helped a little, but it still wouldn't go away. He should have helped them somehow.

"Don't worry about it. It isn't something people should try to make right, especially you," Trowa saw a flash of pain go through her eyes before it faded away to the coldness that he rarely saw. He quickly told his reason though, "You have your own problems." Makkura's façade faltered as she gave a small smile. Trowa always knew how to make her feel better, even if it was only a little bit.

Trowa got up and went to his room, as Makkura headed to hers. They both needed some thinking time, even if it was for different reasons. Makkura needed to decide whether or not to tell Trowa of her past, while he just needed to think about his.

Makkura headed into her room and put the CD player on as loud as she could. At the moment, the Dresden Dolls were playing. "…and you might say it's self indulgent, you might say it's self-destructive, but I might say it's more productive than if I were to be happy…" This song seemed to fit what she used to do. She used to be a cutter. She had quit a couple years ago, but only because she was almost caught. She has thought about continuing a few weeks ago, but when she met Trowa, things just got better from there. There was one thing she hated about the fact that she used to cut though; the scars would never go away. She had large Xs all over her arms, and even a few on her chest and legs. She could never tell him of what she did.

Makkura lay in bed until her mind was threatening to go to sleep, so she got up and went to get something to eat from the kitchen. She needed something with a lot of sugar to calm her nerves.

Trowa heard music coming from Makkura's room while he thought. They didn't sound too good, but the walls were so thick that they blocked out almost every song that there was going on in the dorms. She must have had it loud.

'Why is it that Quatre isn't back yet? What is going on? He keeps postponing coming back here. I don't understand anymore…' were the thoughts of Trowa as he drifted off to sleep as the Jeep Song blasted through the walls. He heard something else, but just decided to ignore it.

Not long after, Trowa awoke to a knock on the door. Trowa rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he left his room knowing that no one would be at the door. He always got a knock at his door when it was time to have dinner. It was Makkura every time. If he didn't come the first time, she would wait a few minutes and come back again.

Trowa saw that Makkura was waiting for him at the table as usual. What seemed off though, was that there was no dinner. There was always food, but not today. Makkura must not have felt like cooking anything.

"We don't have any food to make dinner. Relena forced Heero to raid our food so she could make him a nice dinner," Makkura mumbled just loud enough for Trowa to hear her as she rolled her eyes. "Dinner will be late tonight. I'm going to go get some food from the grocery store so I can make dinner. You can go back to sleep if you want."

With that said, Makkura walked out the door. Trowa knew that he could go if he wanted, but he was dead tired right now for some reason. He just went back to his room and fell asleep. He woke up when he got a certain call though. That call though, threw the next day upside down.

Makkura drove the motorcycle that she had originally brought with her to the sleazy end of town. She knew that she shouldn't be here at this time, but the grocery store here was the only one that had what she wanted. She wanted fish, and all of the others only had fish that was already cooked. That fish always made her sick, so she had to make it on her own, and she wasn't waiting till tomorrow. She knew she was being stupid and stubborn, but she didn't care.

While Makkura raced down the streets, hoping that she could get in and out fast, she saw a bunch of gang members to the side of the road. When she went past them, they all took a strong notice and grabbed their own bikes and went after her. They had better bikes than her, so they easily surrounded her and kept getting closer until one was on her tail, one on both of her sides, and one in front of her. Their customized bikes made it impossible for her to move. There was no way for her to escape this so she just quietly followed trying not to cause an accident. There would be even more complications if she did.

The group of motorcycles finally stopped in a secluded alley. Makkura was flung off her bike and into the wall when the bike behind her rammed into her as hard as it could. Things were not going to go smoothly. Being thrown into the wall, made her vision blurry and her arm practically snapped in half.

"Hey, baby, wanna have a little bit of fun with me?" one of them asked in a slurred voice. He was obviously drunk, like the other bikers. He slowly advanced on Makkura, but Makkura kicked him in the head and knocked him out. The other three gang members were not happy so they surrounded her, again. She was pushed up against a wall with no escape. You could never know what drunken people would do, especially ones that were twice her size. Also, ones that wouldn't hesitate in killing her…or worse…

"You shouldn't have done that. Now your punishment is going to be even worse. C'mon guys, lets show her just what we can do," said what appeared to be the leader. All of them made the circle slowly smaller. One pushed her against the wall with her feet dangling above the ground. She was being held by her neck, while slowly suffocating. The other tow started to punch her in the stomach making her vision go in and out as it brightened and dimmed enough to make her dizzier than she already was. She started to get really scared when she felt them start to touch her in places where she would never let anyone go, but there was nothing she could do. As her vision faded, she felt herself fall to the ground ungracefully. The last thing she saw was Yaten and Seiya in front of her, protecting her from what could have happened.

"Hello…" said Trowa into the phone. He wasn't in the mood for talking, but the caller id said that it was the hospital phone calling.

"Trowa, you got to come to the hospital right now. Makkura was hurt," said a voice into the phone. Trowa didn't care who called, he just had to get there.

All of Trowa's senses were immediately flashing red as he was told this. He hung up the phone without saying anything, and just ran to the front of the school and got on his bike without putting on a helmet. He was going to the hospital where he knew she would be, considering there was only one.

Does anyone besides me know who the Dresden Dolls are? I hope that you guys liked it. It took a slight turn from what it was before, but I was in a slightly off mood. I finally added more detail to this chapter though.

HarpyGirl91: Glad you think so.

Hoshiko Megami: Thanx!