That took forever to edit. I changed one of the scenes around, just so you don't get confused.

Makkura looked around the white room she was in. There was nothing remotely dark in the room. Makkura couldn't stand the brightness so she did the only thing she could do. She closed her eyes, but there was something or rather someone in the room that she hadn't noticed.

"Makkura, are you awake?" a quivering voice asked. She noticed that there was a scared tone to the voice. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't figure out who it was.

Makkura opened her eyes again and came face to face with her brother Quatre. Why was Quatre here? Wasn't he on a business trip? Apparently the look on her face told all. "Sorry. You have been asleep for about a week now. Seiya and Yaten had called Trowa who called me. Trowa is currently sleeping for the first time in a week, so I don't want to wake him up. Seiya and Yaten are sleeping too. I told them that I would stand and see if you were going to wake up today."

Makkura gave Quatre a look like he was crazy and was going to say something when she found she couldn't say anything. Makkura was starting to panic again. Even if she didn't show it on the outside, inside she was a nervous wreck. That was right when Trowa walked in. He looked quite tired and kind of sick.

"Makkura! When did you wake up?" he asked in a voice way to hyper for the way he looked. I held worry too, but he seemed to have gotten slightly high off of some sugar so he could stay up. That was sweet, but he should have done what was best for him, not her, at least that's what she thought. He would have never agreed with what Makkura thought.

Makkura was ready to laugh but again, no sound came out. Makkura looked around helplessly and finally went into full panic mode. She basically was trying to scream her head off but no sound came out. Now she was showing it on the outside.

Trowa and Quatre gave her an odd look, before realization finally dawned on their faces, "Makkura, in the attack your windpipes were cut off, so your voice will be gone for a little while."

Makkura calmed down slightly, as a thoughtful face came on. 'How am I going to talk to people?'

As if reading her mind, Quatre pulled out a bronze 3" screen type thing. "This will help you talk. I will automatically pick up your brainwaves since they are so different from everyone else's. The only problem is that not all of your thoughts will go on it."

Makkura gave a relieved sigh, but only Trowa took notice to it. He decided to bring it up when Quatre wasn't around. He was sure that she didn't want many people to know her thoughts. What were her thoughts though?

Makkura was safely in her dorm later that day. It was safe to say that she could walk to class, but could not do as much. It was problematic, but the teachers would just have to learn to deal with it. That is just what the teachers did…not do.

"Makkura!" her English teacher yelled, "Answer me when I talk to you!" It seemed apparent that she didn't understand the fact that Makkura couldn't speak to save her life. Makkura just gave the old teacher a dirty look as she passed her screen over to Trowa who read it and started to laugh. It was asking how the teacher can understand English literature when she definitely couldn't understand the language.

"That is it! Both of you go to the principals office now!" It was now very apparent that this teacher understood nothing. Besides, the principal told them not to come to her office because she was busy. Her form of busy though, was attempting to kiss Heero, or being a seductress, which was fine by them. Like they said before, they wouldn't help, they would just wait for someone to crack.

Trowa voiced his ideas of what they should do for the rest of the time that they had. They had lunch and then a free period after that class anyway. "Why don't we just go to that café down the street? I heard that they have great music and performers," he asked with a slight blush on his face. Makkura gave him an odd look before finally handing the screen to him.

'Is this a date or something?' was all that was on the screen. She had a slight blush on her face as he read this, but his was getting darker by the second. This was turning out to be very awkward.

"Actually, yeah, it is kind of a date…" he mumbled being that beet red self that he was. It was funny, Makkura expected her brother to do this…maybe Trowa just picked up the habit from him.

Makkura just gave a small smile and lead him out of the school. Trowa was taken by surprise but quickly fell in step beside her. It became apparent after a few minutes that she didn't know where the café was, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her in the opposite direction.

"We are going to a place that someone told me to look at. It was supposed to be a great place for eating and just entertainment," Trowa said attempting to make this less awkward. They finally turned down a small street and went into a small restaurant with the title of 'Violins of the Race'. When he looked inside, he saw race car parts on the walls and a keyboardist, a singer, and a violinist playing.

While inside, he didn't notice that Makkura wasn't behind him but right by the stage, which was where the artists were playing. One had rich teal hair that curled slightly and went to her shoulders. She was somewhat tall, and had beautiful teal eyes. The other performer was a tall woman in men's clothing, though you couldn't really tell her height because she was sitting behind the piano. She had short sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. The final one had such dark green hair that it was almost black. The garnet colored eyes placed on her tanned skin seemed to resonate around the room. She was taller than both of the other women

Makkura just stared in amazement, and it made Trowa wonder who these people were. The love in Makkura's eyes was quite new to him, and he wished to know. Her eyes weren't hard or cold anymore, they were truly the window to her soul.

Kinda short, I know, but this was as soon as I could get it out.

Thanks to:

Airlady: Sorry that I didn't explain that, but it wasn't an important part. There was just a certain type of fish from the east coast that they had that others didn't.

Taeniaea: Thanks.

HeavyMetal-Chic: Happy to know that you like it.