Author's Note- The GW time line is in the year A.C. 199, Trowa's 19. The little girl from the last chapter will be explained next chapter. So please read and review, now onto the story.
Chapter Two
It was snowing when Trowa got off work. It had been snowing all day and there was suppose to be a blizzard that evening. So he did the sensible thing and hurried home before the storm kicked in. He was passing by an alleyway on the way to his apartment building when he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He looked but saw footsteps going into the alley, but none coming out. They were small footsteps, maybe a child's. And he knew a child shouldn't be outside when the blizzard hit. He stepped into the ally and saw the footsteps went around a dumpster. He looked behind the dumpster and saw a teenage girl lay in the snow. He crouched down to feel her pulse, it was faint, and her breath was shallow. He picked her up and noticed that she was very pale and her lips were blue. He wondered how long she'd been out in the snow. His apartment was closer than the hospital and he needed to get her inside before it started. In the back of his mind he knew that the person who left the footprints had been wearing shoes, and that this girl was barefoot. But he shrugged it off that she had taken her shoes off.
Once he got to his apartment he realized that she was soaked from the snow. She was small and he didn't have anything that would fit her. But he managed to change her into one of his long shirts that looked like a mini dress on her. He wondered what she would think when she woke up like that. He pushed that thought away and concentrated on more important things, like making sure she would wake up.
He set her on his bed and piled blankets on her. When he had done everything he could think of and went over to the phone to call the hospital and inform them that he had someone in need of medical attention. But the phone lines were out. He assumed it was because of the blizzard, which was in full blast by now. So he got a book and went to watch over his 'patient'. He sat down by the bed and read his book. Every 15 minutes he would check her pulse and temperature. After some time had gone by, her temperature, breathing, and pulse returned to normal and he removed the extra blankets. That was when he realized just how small she was. She was a little short and very skinny, but the uniform she was wearing when he found her said Juban High. He was looking at her and thinking about how small she was to be in high school when he noticed something on her forehead, and he leaned over her to get a better look at it. It was an imprint of a crescent moon, lighter than the rest of her skin so it almost appeared white. But unless you were looking right at it you didn't even see it. It seemed too natural to be a tattoo, but it didn't look natural enough to be a birthmark. He reached out and ran his fingers over it to see if it felt like skin, it did. Then he heard a small gasp and he realized that she was looking at him.