Artemis: Rushia is my own OC! Read and find out who she is! Oh, and her grammar mistakes are acutally how she speaks

Trowa pondered over Heero's last words before he and Duo left. What did he have in mind for him? He sat still, trying to figure out what he meant. Wufei left not too long ago, mumbling about justice or something. In all his many years of being the God of Time, he had never been so puzzled. He had known Heero for as long as he had been a god, even longer since they grew up together when they were mortals.

Trowa was a traveling orphan at the time he came upon Heero's village when they were both children. Heero lived alone with his little sister, Rushia.. When Trowa collapsed in front of their home, Heero carried him in and Rushia cared for him. After that, they three of them became like glue. They spent all their free time with on another. Heero and Trowa did chores for the village while Rushia sewed and cooked for the disabled and poor.

When the war broke out between the neighboring village and their own, Heero was appointed as the general of the village's small and meager army. Trowa was his second in command and , against his wishes, even Rushia ended up fighting along side them.

Heero had died in the line of duty in the middle of the war and, because the higher gods were amazed by the young warrior's fighting, became the God of War. Trowa and Rushia were luckier, lasting up to the final battle, the one that would make or break the three orphan's village. Trowa and Heero had always said Rushia was lucky because whenever she was around the unluckiest person could win it all. Her luck gave out that day when her death was caused by someone crushing her skull in, stomping on her repeatedly. The gods were persuaded by Heero to make her the Goddess of Luck, and she proved to be a very good one. Trowa was the only one alive after the fierce battle, the only one in both villages. He rebuilt both villages and made sure they did well for themselves before he passed away at a very old age. The higher gods appointed him as God of Time, with a little help from War and Luck.

"What 'cha doing, Trowy?" a female voice interrupted his thoughts.

The sudden break of his silence startled him. " I didn't even hear you come in, Rushia." He smiled at his little sister, as the three considered each other a family.

"Sorry, I was just at Heero and Duo's and, after seeing what they gots, I am sure jealous of ya!" She giggled childishly.

He surveyed her, hoping for a sign of sorts. Her long, minks hair was in its natural state- messy and down. Her grey blue eyes sparkled with joy and mischief and her lips were fixed in a smile, her lilac out fit- boots, skirt, and sleeveless shirt ( all lilac, all of it!)- were in dismay, as if she ran over here. Finally, he gave up. "What is it, Rushia? Did Heero send you here?"

"No, I just came over to arm ya with the knowledge that what Heero and Duo have in minds for ya is a big thing!" She giggled again.

"Damn it, why can't you just tell me straight forward? Just for once?" Trowa felt his patience slip with Rushia. "Please?"

"Aw," she cooed, "what fun would that be?" She smiled wider. "Why don't 'cha go down there and find out yerself?"

"I think I will...Thanks for the visit, Rushia." He got up and left his domain as Rushia waved goodbye.

Trowa entered Heero and Duo's domain when, immediately, he was tackled by Duo. He had grown used to Duo's attacks, as the others called them. Duo had been the one to show each of the three siblings around when their time came. Heero and him had fell in love instantly, love at first sight. Trowa had always wondered why he was so cheery, despite his violent nomad past. From what he heard, Duo had traveled with a nomad tribe until they ran out of food and turned to Duo to be sacrificed so the others may eat. The young boy decided to do whatever it took to stay alive, that ending up being the death of every nomad he had ever known. Duo never talked about it, but you could see a glint in his eye that told you that was the reason he was chosen as the God of Death.

"Hey, Trowa! What's up?" Duo grinned his trademark smile.

"I was pretty sure I was given instructions to visit the domain because Heero had...something for me to do," Trowa answered.

"Oh, that! Well, I think we should wait for Heero to return before I explain everything." His usually happy face fell to a sad one for a split second before returning to its natural state.

Trowa and Duo were having a few drinks (thankfully, gods do not get drunk) and were having a pleasant chat before Heero returned, quite flustered.

Duo jumped and ran to his lover. "Heero! What happened!" He hugged the still flustered god.

Trowa laughed. "Did we run into Relena? Hmm?" He always had fun teasing Heero about his run ins with the goddess.

Heero shot him a glare, but it wasn't too powerful because of a certain god nuzzling his neck. "Dammit, Duo, I can't give a perfect glare with you being..." He mumbled the last word under his breath.

Duo cocked an eyebrow. "What was that? Come again?"

He still mumbled.

"Come on, tell me."

"I SAID YOU WERE BEING CUTE!" Heero's face was completely red, like his face was on fire. The fire didn't cease when Duo then went on about how adorable he was being, only brightened.

Trowa's laughter subsided, his serious face surfacing. "Anyway, you had mentioned that you had something to keep me occupied earlier?"

The two lovers' faces turned serious as well. Heero was the first to speak.

"I assume you know nothing?"

"Yes, Duo explained it would be best that we wait for you."

Heero nodded. "Then follow us. It'll be better to show you before we explain."

"Geez, you're being as bad as Rushia is when it comes to being straightforward." Trowa snickered.

"Well, Rushia did give us the idea to show you first, so you'll have to thank her." Heero smirked at his brother.

"Then, you better show me now because I'm fucking tired of waiting."

Duo frowned playfully. "Aw, are we cranky? We're sorry."

"Duo, let's not tease him." Heero caressed his love's hand. "Trowa , follow us." He tugged Duo's hand as they walked to a part of the domain Trowa had never noticed before. Curiosity crippled his senses as he walked in and was surprised by what was in there.

In front of him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, The young man appeared to be asleep, his face blank as though he didn't feel anything anymore. His soft looking, white blond hair covered his closed eyes slightly and laid on the baby blue pillow. His Arabian outfit was the same color as the pillows he laid on.

The silence was almost unbearable until Trowa broke it with one question. "Who is he?"

Duo smiled sadly. "Quatre. He was once the God of Love. The greatest that ever existed."

Trowa just stared at the vision before him. "What happened to him?"

"He never had any love. He saw everyone else fall in love, yet he was left with nothing. So, he fell into an induced slumber."

Trowa was appalled. "Why didn't he resign?"

"He didn't know he could. The higher gods didn't want to lose him."

"But in the end, they did." Trowa felt like crying for the poor, young (and sexy) man. "Why's he with you two?"

Duo brightened. "Well, the case has been so old, that they gave it to me. I've tried to give him a reason to wake back up, but he believes there's nothing out here for him."

Heero, for the first time since they walked in here, spoke. "Your mission is to wake him up. Do you accept?"

Trowa nodded. "But how?"

"You enter his dreams,"was the answer he received from Duo.

Trowa thought about this for a bit. It was no problem for a god to enter a mortal's dream, but a god's was a different story. He guessed it was just like the same thing. It still sounded a little difficult.

"Trowa," Duo's voice snapped him back to reality, "please don't hurt him. He's my friend."

"I won't." He didn't want to do anything that would hurt the young(sexy) man.

Heero nodded. "You may work here or take him to your domain. It's your choice. He's yours now."

Trowa blushed a little at the comment that was made, but no one could see that, thankfully. "I'll start right now, if you don't mind."

The two gods nodded and left the room. Trowa walked up and placed his hand on the youth's head, preparing himself to enter his dreams...