Authors Notes- Now…I was planning on giving you a spiel about how horrible
it is to get so few reviews for a chapter I worked really hard on, and I
was also going to tell all of you that if you don't appreciate my story
enough to tell me, why bother finishing it? I was going to say all of these
things, but instead I changed my mind. You may wonder what could take me
out of a slump, to where I am know. You see, every once in a while I read a
review, that is just so nice, and so kind, and that says exactly what I
want to hear when I write my story. I got this review today, and because if
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Once more the day dawned, a day like so many, but as the same time like none before it. The urge to sit up and stretch nearly made Usagi go crazy, as she could never start the day without doing so. Contrary to what most people thought though, she was hardly and when you have a 6 inch long gash barely healed across the center of your stomach, and countless sores besides that, moving wasn't a good idea.
She wasn't sure what had caused her to wake from her first night of peaceful sleep in days. It was so good not to be confronted with new questions while she slept. Normally when she closed her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to go to what she now knew was the shadow world, but like she decided before, now was a time to think over what she already knew, without any more problems to puzzle about.
THERE! That was what woke her up. She almost missed the slight sound of music playing in the background, so quiet that she had to strain to hear the complex melody.
All of her life she had always had this intense love for music, but she avoided it at all costs. She was just so horrible. If she ever tried to sing, windows would break, and if she even came close to anything that made noise, it was almost predetermined that she would do something to damage the instrument. Just listening to anything playing in the background was almost painful because she wanted to take part in it so badly, but knew she would never be able to do so. No one else knew just how hard it was for her to desire so greatly it hurt to do something, but know that it was forever beyond her reach.
Rei sometimes teased her about her horrible voice, thinking that Usagi didn't care. When her friend had finally left after she sang in a concert Usagi would silently cry in the dark, the pain at wanting to do something so badly made her actually cry, when not even being beaten could cause her to do so.
She lay there, enjoying the sounds coming from the room. It was a violin, much like the one Michiru used when she played. She couldn't help but wonder where it was coming from. For the first time since she had sunk into the depths of depression, and new emotion sparked inside her…curiosity.
For longer than she had ever dreamed possible, she had stopped caring. If something happened that was strange, or if there was a mystery out there, she no longer had any desire to find out what it was. Something that used to be a driving force in her life, something that made her playful and fun, something that made her her, just didn't seem worth the effort anymore. She was curious when she wanted to find out what was in that horrible box, and because she just had to know, she had see, and felt what had nearly ruined her life. How could she know what other questions might have answers like that one? She had forcibly gotten rid of any wanting, to know…
And now it was back.
**
It might sound strange to someone else that Usagi keeps on dwelling on her past, and the things that have gone wrong. Others might have simply moved on, but these people were not, nor would they ever be Usagi. Suddenly, she has her life thrust back into her hands, and everything seems fascinating. Every ordinary occurance is somehow new, and it was like she was suddenly discovering the world all over again. I also, being the recorder of past events and stories, find it hard to truly express the feelings that she felt at the time these events were going on. There is so much emotion, and words cannot truly express them all. Please bear with me.
**
The small bed had been her home for the past couple of days, and Usagi could feel herself slowly going out of her mind. She could have gone to the shadow world, but that would ruin her conviction not to do so. Instead she had laid here for what seemed like weeks, even though she knew it wasn't so. The only comfort in her silence soon became the music, that sometimes played, and she would wait for it with eagerness. She wanted to know where it was coming from, but those answers would come later. For now, she just tried not to go out of her mind…again.
**
Quatre never knew that such someone would be such a control freak! He had tried over and over again to go and see his guest, but since he had invited her to stay, he had been banned from the room. Sonya told him, and anyone else that might have wanted to go in, to back off, and let her patient get her rest. She would stand in front of the door, with her hands on her hips, and tell him that on no uncertain terms he would go away. It was beginning to get quite frustrating, and soon all he wanted to do was barge in and demand some answers. He knew that it wouldn't work, but the temptation was still there. At least it gave him time to work on some of his projects for his guest…
He went off to take to duo about what they were going to do with the girl.
**
BORED, BORED, BORED……Usagi was so bored. Time ceased to have a meaning as she continued to lay in the bed. The music had stopped a while ago, and that only left her alone with her thoughts. That was one thing she didn't want, so she just started counting the tiles on the ceiling, then the holes.
"1234, 1235,…" She started saying aloud. What had happened to those guys anyway. What, they pretend to be really nice, and then just leave her here?! Even Sonya, her nurse only came in a few times a day, and even then she didn't seem to want to talk.
She was just about ready to scream in frustration, when she heard someone else had already succumbed to the urge to shout.
"You can't go in there! She needs her rest." Usagi heard the sound of a womans voice, sort of panicked.
Then there was muffling as someone responded, and the door opened.
Usagi barely contained herself from sighing in relief, when she saw the 2 nice men from before. She noticed the Chinese one wasn't coming in, but it was almost a relief not to see someone who so obviously felt so much contempt for her.
First came in the blonde man…Quatre, and behind him came the man with the braid…Duo. But wait a minute, what was that Duo was wheeling in front of him?
Duo had a huge grin on his face as he wheeled in a wheelchair. It wasn't like the ones she had seen at home, it seemed more hi-tech, and also very comftoable. 'freedom…'
"Miss" Usagi turned to see Quatre talking. "I'm so sorry I've been such a bad host, but we just recently found something that you might want to see.
Once again came that old emotion, curiosity. What could they have possibly found that she would want to know about.
Duo was very quiet, like he wanted to start saying something, but he couldn't. That only made her want to know more. He had the look that even if he opened his mouth to say hello, he would not be able to restrain himself from revealing the secret.
He walked over go her, and so gently asked "Do you mind if I picked you up to put you in the chair? I'll try not to hurt you."
Now…Usagi knew how much it hurt just to sit up, and that being picked up would be pure agony. "Of course" She said instead, not wanting him to know just how much he would hurt her, and wanting to get out of the bed enough to endure it.
And he picked her up like she was a small child. She was expecting him to be rough, but he was surprisingly gentle as he carried her over to the chair, and placed her inside. He didn't even seem to notice the strain of her weight, like she was feather-light.
And with Quatre leading the way, Duo slowly wheeled her out of the room, and into the hall.
Usagi never imagined the house was so big. They must have passed hundreds of doors, and the hallways seemed to go on for miles. Slowly her eyes drooped down, and she wasn't able to stop herself from falling asleep.
**
"Amei, Amei, wake up." Usagi heard, but at first she didn't move, thinking that the voice was speaking to someone else. She came so close to saying that she wasn't Amei, and to go find her, but she stopped herself just in time.
Her eyes snapped open as she once again realized where she was, and that yes, the voice was talking to her.
And she was staring right into cobalt blue eyes, not inches from her face. They seemed worried, but when Duo saw her wake up so suddenly, he jerked back like he was burned. "We're here." She heard another voice off to her side, and saw Quatre once again enter her line of vision.
She was right in front a fairly small, plain door. Compared to the ostentatious doors they had passed before, she would have completely missed it.
She knew that whatever was on the other side of the door would be the surprise, and knowing this made her instead of excited…suddenly afraid. Once again she remembered the box, wrapped up with the present inside. To open this door would be just like opening the box, and it might contain just as horrible a surprise. She was just about to say not to open the door, but the decision was taken out of her hands, as Quatre opened it, eager for her to see what was inside.
The sudden amount of light made her squint, delaying her first impression of the room. When the white suddenly left her eyes, she was able to look inside.
It was a absolutely huge. The room had a black carpet, and white walls. There were silver designs etched on the walls, giving the room a mystic look. This was the bedroom, and there was a huge bed, with railings placed on the side someone could use to pull themselves onto it. There were a few other doors as well.
Quatre was talking as he motioned with his hands to all of the parts of the room. "And this is the walk in closet, and this leads to the bathroom. Here, if you open the glass door on the other side of the room, leads to the balcony.
Faster than lightning the glass door occupied her attention. All of her life Usagi had this love of balconies. She could never figure it out until she decided that it had something to do with her past life as Serenity. Even though she couldn't really remember that time, she had this feeling that her favorite place was the balcony, where she could look at the stars, and at the moon.
She never had one in this life though, so it was great to actually know that even if it was only for a short time, she could feel the night wind on her face as she looked at the sky.
"And, this suite is totally wheelchair effective. You should be able to do anything you normally would do without it, and not have any problems." Quatre said with pride. This had been his mother's room. No one ever knew this, but his mother was born with a back disease that prevented her from ever walking. The room had been empty ever since his mother's death. Somehow it seemed right for the first person to be Amei, like his mother would have wanted to help her just like he did.
Usagi wanted to cry as she just stared at the suite. It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into her stay here. Like they actually cared that she was happy, or even comfortable. And even after what she said before.
That reminded her. "Um…Quatre, I just wanted to apologize to you for talking to you like that a few days ago. I didn't mean to yell at you like that."
"Already forgotten." Quatre stated.
"I just have one question left. How am I supposed to get around in this thing, if someone isn't here to wheel me?" Usagi asked Duo and Quatre.
Duo slapped himself in the forehead. "We didn't even think of that! We planned everything so she could get around in her wheelchair, but that won't do any good if she can't move it!"
Quatre have Duo a small smile. "Did I forget to tell you? I had a remote control installed in the chair yesterday. Amei shouldn't have any trouble getting around." And he pulled it out of his pocket, and handed it to Usagi.
Usagi looked curiously at the gadget, trying to figure it out. It looked really high-tech. It was obvious what the controls were for, move, and turn, and everything, but she had never seen anything so advanced before. It looked like something NASA would make, not a simple wheelchair control.
'Wait a minute! This thing only goes up to 5 miles per hour! How am I supposed to get anywhere going at a snails pace!' her mind screamed at her. As had always been in a hurry, whether to class, or school, or even the mall. She could run 10 times faster than this could move her!
Usagi tried not to show her concern, and smiled and thanked Quatre. Her mind was somewhere else though. It was so familiar, like she should know how to mess with the control to give her what she wanted.
And once again she got the oh so familiar headache, that she now realized showed that she had run directly into a door. She could almost picture herself standing in front of a door, banging frantically at it trying to get inside. That is the way that it had always been before, but now she had a key.
And the door opened. This time was different that before, when she had opened the door that allowed her to concentrate, she was immediately filled with a rightness of being. This time, she only received not memories, but knowledge.
That was when she realized one of the talents that she always had a knack for that had been blocked away. She liked to tinker with machinery! Take things apart, put gadgets back together, and become covered with oil in the process.
And another piece fell into place. Another part of her soul was once again added to the puzzle that was her mind.
Now she looked at it with new eyes. She could fix this! Just move that there, and twist that, it should be easy to change her speed from 5 miles an hour, to 50. In fact, she could probably go up to 75! Usagi started turning it over and over again in her hands, examining every part of it. She wanted to sit there, marveling in her newfound ability forever. This was something that she loved to do, and now she finally could. It was something that used to give her joy, and had been taken away from her and now she had finally gotten back. She wanted to cry at the pure joy of it. It was the best feeling in the entire world to her. Usagi couldn't help but want it to happen again. There were so many things about herself that she yearned to learn about. How could she have ever wanted to kill herself and miss out on these wonderful feelings!
"Are you Ok Miss?" Quatre looked puzzlingly at the girl that had been sitting in the wheelchair for the past 10 minutes, staring at the simple remote control like it was a lifeline and her very being depended on the fact that she memorized every small twist and turn
Usagi looked up dazedly at the blonde boy. "I'm fine" she tried to think of something to say. She couldn't say the truth, so she just said "I'm a little dizzy is all. I think that I should lie down."
"No problem babe. We should have realized that you're still weak and this it too much. Here, let me help you."
And Duo gently lifted the girl up, and cradled her in his arms, and slowly walked over to the large bed and laid her into it. He couldn't help but smile as he saw that Usagi had fallen asleep, and now looked like an angel. Duo felt the strong feeling of protectiveness that he had felt when he had first found her. He wanted to keep all of the problems of the world away from this girl forever. He wanted to take all of her pain onto himself, and allow her to keep that serene expression on her face forever. He gently tucked her blankets up to her chin like she was a child, and walked away.
Quatre stared at his braided friend. Duo was acting so out of character. Quatre had never seen that expression on the boy before. It was sooooo….. words couldn't describe the beautiful scene that he had just witnessed. He could only stare at the now sleeping girl. Who was she that she could bring out these sides of both Duo, and yes-even Wufei, that no one would have ever thought was there. She looked like an angel, and who knows, maybe she was. Quatre left Duo alone, staring in wonder at the girl, that they didn't even know who she was really.
**********
Heero sat in the cold, dark room. Once again the litany that he had heard all of his life was running through his mind.
"You are cold, you are emotionless, you are a machine, you are the perfect soldier, no one else is real, only you, and your mission."
Heero wanted to laugh at Dr. J. He thought that because of his training, he had managed to do something no one else had ever managed to do. He thought that he had created a perfect soldier. He actually believed that he was the first person in history to manage to create a machine out of a person. He never would have realized the truth. Even Heero who had lived like that for almost 10 years found the whole experience hard to believe. It defied all of the laws of science known to man, but how could it not be real?
He vividly remembered to this day when the 'miracle' had happened to him.
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So what do you all think? I know you've been begging for something from Heero for a long time now, and here it is. Maybe not what you expected, but at least it's something.
Email me if you like it, if you hated it, even if you don't have any feelings at all!
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**
Once more the day dawned, a day like so many, but as the same time like none before it. The urge to sit up and stretch nearly made Usagi go crazy, as she could never start the day without doing so. Contrary to what most people thought though, she was hardly and when you have a 6 inch long gash barely healed across the center of your stomach, and countless sores besides that, moving wasn't a good idea.
She wasn't sure what had caused her to wake from her first night of peaceful sleep in days. It was so good not to be confronted with new questions while she slept. Normally when she closed her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to go to what she now knew was the shadow world, but like she decided before, now was a time to think over what she already knew, without any more problems to puzzle about.
THERE! That was what woke her up. She almost missed the slight sound of music playing in the background, so quiet that she had to strain to hear the complex melody.
All of her life she had always had this intense love for music, but she avoided it at all costs. She was just so horrible. If she ever tried to sing, windows would break, and if she even came close to anything that made noise, it was almost predetermined that she would do something to damage the instrument. Just listening to anything playing in the background was almost painful because she wanted to take part in it so badly, but knew she would never be able to do so. No one else knew just how hard it was for her to desire so greatly it hurt to do something, but know that it was forever beyond her reach.
Rei sometimes teased her about her horrible voice, thinking that Usagi didn't care. When her friend had finally left after she sang in a concert Usagi would silently cry in the dark, the pain at wanting to do something so badly made her actually cry, when not even being beaten could cause her to do so.
She lay there, enjoying the sounds coming from the room. It was a violin, much like the one Michiru used when she played. She couldn't help but wonder where it was coming from. For the first time since she had sunk into the depths of depression, and new emotion sparked inside her…curiosity.
For longer than she had ever dreamed possible, she had stopped caring. If something happened that was strange, or if there was a mystery out there, she no longer had any desire to find out what it was. Something that used to be a driving force in her life, something that made her playful and fun, something that made her her, just didn't seem worth the effort anymore. She was curious when she wanted to find out what was in that horrible box, and because she just had to know, she had see, and felt what had nearly ruined her life. How could she know what other questions might have answers like that one? She had forcibly gotten rid of any wanting, to know…
And now it was back.
**
It might sound strange to someone else that Usagi keeps on dwelling on her past, and the things that have gone wrong. Others might have simply moved on, but these people were not, nor would they ever be Usagi. Suddenly, she has her life thrust back into her hands, and everything seems fascinating. Every ordinary occurance is somehow new, and it was like she was suddenly discovering the world all over again. I also, being the recorder of past events and stories, find it hard to truly express the feelings that she felt at the time these events were going on. There is so much emotion, and words cannot truly express them all. Please bear with me.
**
The small bed had been her home for the past couple of days, and Usagi could feel herself slowly going out of her mind. She could have gone to the shadow world, but that would ruin her conviction not to do so. Instead she had laid here for what seemed like weeks, even though she knew it wasn't so. The only comfort in her silence soon became the music, that sometimes played, and she would wait for it with eagerness. She wanted to know where it was coming from, but those answers would come later. For now, she just tried not to go out of her mind…again.
**
Quatre never knew that such someone would be such a control freak! He had tried over and over again to go and see his guest, but since he had invited her to stay, he had been banned from the room. Sonya told him, and anyone else that might have wanted to go in, to back off, and let her patient get her rest. She would stand in front of the door, with her hands on her hips, and tell him that on no uncertain terms he would go away. It was beginning to get quite frustrating, and soon all he wanted to do was barge in and demand some answers. He knew that it wouldn't work, but the temptation was still there. At least it gave him time to work on some of his projects for his guest…
He went off to take to duo about what they were going to do with the girl.
**
BORED, BORED, BORED……Usagi was so bored. Time ceased to have a meaning as she continued to lay in the bed. The music had stopped a while ago, and that only left her alone with her thoughts. That was one thing she didn't want, so she just started counting the tiles on the ceiling, then the holes.
"1234, 1235,…" She started saying aloud. What had happened to those guys anyway. What, they pretend to be really nice, and then just leave her here?! Even Sonya, her nurse only came in a few times a day, and even then she didn't seem to want to talk.
She was just about ready to scream in frustration, when she heard someone else had already succumbed to the urge to shout.
"You can't go in there! She needs her rest." Usagi heard the sound of a womans voice, sort of panicked.
Then there was muffling as someone responded, and the door opened.
Usagi barely contained herself from sighing in relief, when she saw the 2 nice men from before. She noticed the Chinese one wasn't coming in, but it was almost a relief not to see someone who so obviously felt so much contempt for her.
First came in the blonde man…Quatre, and behind him came the man with the braid…Duo. But wait a minute, what was that Duo was wheeling in front of him?
Duo had a huge grin on his face as he wheeled in a wheelchair. It wasn't like the ones she had seen at home, it seemed more hi-tech, and also very comftoable. 'freedom…'
"Miss" Usagi turned to see Quatre talking. "I'm so sorry I've been such a bad host, but we just recently found something that you might want to see.
Once again came that old emotion, curiosity. What could they have possibly found that she would want to know about.
Duo was very quiet, like he wanted to start saying something, but he couldn't. That only made her want to know more. He had the look that even if he opened his mouth to say hello, he would not be able to restrain himself from revealing the secret.
He walked over go her, and so gently asked "Do you mind if I picked you up to put you in the chair? I'll try not to hurt you."
Now…Usagi knew how much it hurt just to sit up, and that being picked up would be pure agony. "Of course" She said instead, not wanting him to know just how much he would hurt her, and wanting to get out of the bed enough to endure it.
And he picked her up like she was a small child. She was expecting him to be rough, but he was surprisingly gentle as he carried her over to the chair, and placed her inside. He didn't even seem to notice the strain of her weight, like she was feather-light.
And with Quatre leading the way, Duo slowly wheeled her out of the room, and into the hall.
Usagi never imagined the house was so big. They must have passed hundreds of doors, and the hallways seemed to go on for miles. Slowly her eyes drooped down, and she wasn't able to stop herself from falling asleep.
**
"Amei, Amei, wake up." Usagi heard, but at first she didn't move, thinking that the voice was speaking to someone else. She came so close to saying that she wasn't Amei, and to go find her, but she stopped herself just in time.
Her eyes snapped open as she once again realized where she was, and that yes, the voice was talking to her.
And she was staring right into cobalt blue eyes, not inches from her face. They seemed worried, but when Duo saw her wake up so suddenly, he jerked back like he was burned. "We're here." She heard another voice off to her side, and saw Quatre once again enter her line of vision.
She was right in front a fairly small, plain door. Compared to the ostentatious doors they had passed before, she would have completely missed it.
She knew that whatever was on the other side of the door would be the surprise, and knowing this made her instead of excited…suddenly afraid. Once again she remembered the box, wrapped up with the present inside. To open this door would be just like opening the box, and it might contain just as horrible a surprise. She was just about to say not to open the door, but the decision was taken out of her hands, as Quatre opened it, eager for her to see what was inside.
The sudden amount of light made her squint, delaying her first impression of the room. When the white suddenly left her eyes, she was able to look inside.
It was a absolutely huge. The room had a black carpet, and white walls. There were silver designs etched on the walls, giving the room a mystic look. This was the bedroom, and there was a huge bed, with railings placed on the side someone could use to pull themselves onto it. There were a few other doors as well.
Quatre was talking as he motioned with his hands to all of the parts of the room. "And this is the walk in closet, and this leads to the bathroom. Here, if you open the glass door on the other side of the room, leads to the balcony.
Faster than lightning the glass door occupied her attention. All of her life Usagi had this love of balconies. She could never figure it out until she decided that it had something to do with her past life as Serenity. Even though she couldn't really remember that time, she had this feeling that her favorite place was the balcony, where she could look at the stars, and at the moon.
She never had one in this life though, so it was great to actually know that even if it was only for a short time, she could feel the night wind on her face as she looked at the sky.
"And, this suite is totally wheelchair effective. You should be able to do anything you normally would do without it, and not have any problems." Quatre said with pride. This had been his mother's room. No one ever knew this, but his mother was born with a back disease that prevented her from ever walking. The room had been empty ever since his mother's death. Somehow it seemed right for the first person to be Amei, like his mother would have wanted to help her just like he did.
Usagi wanted to cry as she just stared at the suite. It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into her stay here. Like they actually cared that she was happy, or even comfortable. And even after what she said before.
That reminded her. "Um…Quatre, I just wanted to apologize to you for talking to you like that a few days ago. I didn't mean to yell at you like that."
"Already forgotten." Quatre stated.
"I just have one question left. How am I supposed to get around in this thing, if someone isn't here to wheel me?" Usagi asked Duo and Quatre.
Duo slapped himself in the forehead. "We didn't even think of that! We planned everything so she could get around in her wheelchair, but that won't do any good if she can't move it!"
Quatre have Duo a small smile. "Did I forget to tell you? I had a remote control installed in the chair yesterday. Amei shouldn't have any trouble getting around." And he pulled it out of his pocket, and handed it to Usagi.
Usagi looked curiously at the gadget, trying to figure it out. It looked really high-tech. It was obvious what the controls were for, move, and turn, and everything, but she had never seen anything so advanced before. It looked like something NASA would make, not a simple wheelchair control.
'Wait a minute! This thing only goes up to 5 miles per hour! How am I supposed to get anywhere going at a snails pace!' her mind screamed at her. As had always been in a hurry, whether to class, or school, or even the mall. She could run 10 times faster than this could move her!
Usagi tried not to show her concern, and smiled and thanked Quatre. Her mind was somewhere else though. It was so familiar, like she should know how to mess with the control to give her what she wanted.
And once again she got the oh so familiar headache, that she now realized showed that she had run directly into a door. She could almost picture herself standing in front of a door, banging frantically at it trying to get inside. That is the way that it had always been before, but now she had a key.
And the door opened. This time was different that before, when she had opened the door that allowed her to concentrate, she was immediately filled with a rightness of being. This time, she only received not memories, but knowledge.
That was when she realized one of the talents that she always had a knack for that had been blocked away. She liked to tinker with machinery! Take things apart, put gadgets back together, and become covered with oil in the process.
And another piece fell into place. Another part of her soul was once again added to the puzzle that was her mind.
Now she looked at it with new eyes. She could fix this! Just move that there, and twist that, it should be easy to change her speed from 5 miles an hour, to 50. In fact, she could probably go up to 75! Usagi started turning it over and over again in her hands, examining every part of it. She wanted to sit there, marveling in her newfound ability forever. This was something that she loved to do, and now she finally could. It was something that used to give her joy, and had been taken away from her and now she had finally gotten back. She wanted to cry at the pure joy of it. It was the best feeling in the entire world to her. Usagi couldn't help but want it to happen again. There were so many things about herself that she yearned to learn about. How could she have ever wanted to kill herself and miss out on these wonderful feelings!
"Are you Ok Miss?" Quatre looked puzzlingly at the girl that had been sitting in the wheelchair for the past 10 minutes, staring at the simple remote control like it was a lifeline and her very being depended on the fact that she memorized every small twist and turn
Usagi looked up dazedly at the blonde boy. "I'm fine" she tried to think of something to say. She couldn't say the truth, so she just said "I'm a little dizzy is all. I think that I should lie down."
"No problem babe. We should have realized that you're still weak and this it too much. Here, let me help you."
And Duo gently lifted the girl up, and cradled her in his arms, and slowly walked over to the large bed and laid her into it. He couldn't help but smile as he saw that Usagi had fallen asleep, and now looked like an angel. Duo felt the strong feeling of protectiveness that he had felt when he had first found her. He wanted to keep all of the problems of the world away from this girl forever. He wanted to take all of her pain onto himself, and allow her to keep that serene expression on her face forever. He gently tucked her blankets up to her chin like she was a child, and walked away.
Quatre stared at his braided friend. Duo was acting so out of character. Quatre had never seen that expression on the boy before. It was sooooo….. words couldn't describe the beautiful scene that he had just witnessed. He could only stare at the now sleeping girl. Who was she that she could bring out these sides of both Duo, and yes-even Wufei, that no one would have ever thought was there. She looked like an angel, and who knows, maybe she was. Quatre left Duo alone, staring in wonder at the girl, that they didn't even know who she was really.
**********
Heero sat in the cold, dark room. Once again the litany that he had heard all of his life was running through his mind.
"You are cold, you are emotionless, you are a machine, you are the perfect soldier, no one else is real, only you, and your mission."
Heero wanted to laugh at Dr. J. He thought that because of his training, he had managed to do something no one else had ever managed to do. He thought that he had created a perfect soldier. He actually believed that he was the first person in history to manage to create a machine out of a person. He never would have realized the truth. Even Heero who had lived like that for almost 10 years found the whole experience hard to believe. It defied all of the laws of science known to man, but how could it not be real?
He vividly remembered to this day when the 'miracle' had happened to him.
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