I'm starting to think that people hate this story. Do you think I should just quit? I'm trying really hard, but no one reviews to tell me they like it. I even posted the chapter twice and only got one review. Until I get an answer, this is most likely the last chapter.

Makkura was hidden in the few trees that were in the park, just sitting on the branches and silently crying while mulling over everything that happened. Why did she have to slap Setsuna? Why did the inners have to betray her? Why was Setsuna trying to get her to lose her only friend? One by one, question by question, thought by though, her mind became cloudier. No one had told her what to do in this situation, because the probably have never been in it themselves.

Makkura slowly climbed down from the trees and headed back to her dorm. Trowa would be back in a little while. He would ask her questions, which she would need to answer to keep his trust. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She might as well make her life even more of a living hell. She had everything to lose, and nothing to gain. That seemed like a fair enough deal to everyone else, but not to her.

Makkura reached her dorm room around eight and headed to her room. She might as well blast music until Trowa gets back, most likely with the rest of the outers. Makkura quickly chose the CD which ended up being SR-71. It didn't fit the mood, but she didn't care. She didn't want it to.

Not long after she started the CD, she heard the door open and close. It was time to face the music, and it wasn't nice sounding music either. Makkura unplugged the CD player and headed towards the living room. There she saw only Trowa. Where was Michiru? Haruka? Setsuna? Wouldn't they want to make sure that she told him?

Answering her unasked question Trowa said, "They thought that if you decided to tell me, that you would prefer it to be just the two of us. I hope that's okay." He said it in a quiet tone as if he was uncertain. Of course he was uncertain, he didn't know if he could trust her anymore.

"Trowa, I'm ready to tell you," Makkura said with a blank face. Maybe he would be the one to actually accept her, or maybe she was telling herself a bunch of bull. Either way, she couldn't choose.

Makkura closed her eyes as she readied herself to talk about her past. There was so much more than the senshi, oh so much more. "Where do you want me to start?"

"I would say whatever you're comfortable, but you aren't comfortable with any of it, so lets say the beginning," Trowa answered while doing a crummy job of lightening the mood.

"Okay, you know that Quatre is my brother. Anyway, I was with him and the rest of the Winners until I was 8 years old. I was ignored in the Winner household and avoided like I had the plague. I never lived happily with them. On my eighth birthday, which no one celebrated, I was taken by Setsuna to a place called the time gates. There, she told me about traveling dimensions, and left me in a new one. This one was filled with magic, and not machines. I was taken in by an adoption center and sent to a foster family immediately. They abused me like there was no tomorrow, and crushed many of my bones, which are now made off an indestructible alloy that makes it impossible to break the bones around it. When they died, I was taken in by a Shuichi Tomoe. He didn't abuse me, but he implanted something in my body…" Makkura stopped there, afraid to continue.

Trowa gave Makkura a meaningful look. He was sad that he couldn't protect her in those times. He couldn't stand having her hurt, at least when he couldn't help it. Trowa wouldn't do anything to hurt Makkura on purpose, she had to know that.

"He implanted the seed of a demon, a demon by the name of Mistress Nine, but she needed a special type of life force from humans to live, so he gave them to her, killing many in the process. When she finally had enough, she took full control of my body. She had always had some control, but never enough to take over my mind forever. I almost destroyed the world because of her, but Serena, one of my old friends, saved me. My foster parents wanted to kill me at the time because of what I was, but now they are the only ones that accept me. There is one thing though, Mistress Nine isn't dead. No, she is living in the back of my mind. As long as I have the memory of her, she will never die. She may not be able to take control, but she is there…" that was all Makkura could say. There was no point in telling him the rest. There was nothing as bad as what she just told him, and he wouldn't care about the rest anyway. He already figured out that her friends had totally disregarded her and thrown her out. He also understood that they were out to get her, but he would never fully understand what was to happen.

"Makkura," Trowa started. Makkura waited for his rejection, but it never came, instead, she was wrapped in a warm embrace, one that she never wanted to break. It was broken though, not because he wished to speak, but because of what he wished to do. He captured her lips in his as he poured all of his emotions into it. This was his way of saying he accepted her, and more. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance, which she gladly gave. No, he wasn't the kind of person who would reject her for that. He was so much more…

It's short, but that was the best I could do. I suck at romantic scenes, so don't expect a lot of them. ALSO, TELL ME IF YOU WANT DUO BACK! I have a way I could bring him back, but I would like to know if you want him back. I asked last time, but no one answered.

Thanks to my one and only reviewer:

Airlady: Thank You!