Here is this weeks chapter! Oh by the way there are two options I am offering. Since I am going on vacation for two weeks, I can either post the chapters (the two) this week or wait and post three when I get back... I am thinking about just posting them tonight and tomorrow...

oh well enjoy!

In the backseat Duo and Wufei sat together, while Trowa and Usagi sat in the bench behind them. All and all Usagi was wondering how good of an idea it was to have the two sitting so close to each other, or even in the same car together. While they hadn't yelled at each other since entering the vehicle, due to a death glare and a steady gun at their direction from Heero the two still managed to bug each other. Or rather Duo bugged Wufei. Tilting her head to get a clearer view of the of the situation playing out, she saw Duo hands crossed over his chest, poke Wufei. He then turned to Duo who had his eyes closed and was pretending to be asleep. This repeated several more times, before finally…

"Damn it, Maxwell. This is Injustice!" which was quickly followed by Wufei grabbing the scuff of Duo's shirt and preparing to brawl in the backseat of the car. Rather amused at the entire scene Usagi was rather disappointed when Heero pulled his gun again on the two and threatened them with his infamous line. The argument and brawling match ended as each sulked in their seat muttering about their own views about the 'prank.'

She felt the eyes boring into the back of her head as she stared out the window. 'I am getting really tiered of this. Can't they stop staring at me. I am not some damn specimen.' The nights events were getting to her. She was prepared to die, and was actually looking forward to it, but then they had to find out. 'It's my own fault, I should have gotten rid of those items. Then again those things are all what remains of my past, of my sanity.'

Thinking of the five men that shared the vehicle with her, she wondered how it was that they had kept their sanity all these years. They were soldiers, they had given up their lives for a cause and yet here they were still willing to live. Even Heero was alive 'well at least physically' her brain reminded her. He was alive, but how much? 'More then me, they all are. I can see it, they want to live. They will die if it comes to that, but they want to live. So much unlike me.' Her eyes lowered landing on the crystal that remained against her brooch. The reason she gave up living, the reason she wished for death, accepted it.

'Maybe, I could live for a while longer.' The thought was interesting to her. So convinced that the night would be her last, she had never contemplated what else there could be. 'But eventually it will have to end.' her subconscious reminded her. It was already planned, she knew it. 'Could it really hurt though, to live a while longer? Maybe even help them obtain what they want.' The idea was perplexing.

'Maybe I can challenge fate. Yes, I know they have to kill me, but maybe before that takes place I could get them what they want. Maybe until then I could live again.' She wasn't sure yet if she was for or against the idea, but she was never one to take a backseat to anything. She had come to accept death and even long for it, when she was made aware that, that was now her destiny. 'This could be an adventure until then.' The thought was compelling and her mind was set. 'I will live, well until they kill me.' She smiled at the thought. It had been a long time since she really lived.

'And he is still staring.' sighing she turned to him.

"Can I help you?" her voice was placid eyes soft, similar to a mother looking at a child. It amazed Trowa how she could mask herself and then put on different persona's, but he could see through it. He could see the real emotion.

He didn't say anything as she made eye contact with the two in front of her that had turned around upon hearing her. 'Well, I guess we should discuss this now. I mean we are in this car for who knows how long, might as well get it done with.'

"Tell me, what is the plan now." No one answered.

"Heero, you were to kill me tonight, and now you changed the mission. What now?" Her voice was alarming to Heero it was in the same parent child format. And he didn't like being spoken to as if he were a child, especially not from her.

"Hhn."

"Well that answers everything then, hmm." Her eyes twinkled as she caught his own in the windows reflection. Before turning to Duo who was grinning ear to ear.

"Oh, don't mind him he is always that way." Stretching his body further around he grinned even wider at her, "so you're the one huh? That explains the great body, fighting like that all those years." his winked at her just as Wufei grabbed his braid and yanked him so far back that he fell to the ground.

"Injustice Maxwell, she is married." He was prepared to say something else, but was cut off.

"No, I'm not." It was a simple statement. Not a challenging or mocking tone. It was the simple truth, 'and how I've longed to say it.'

Her face was unreadable as even Heero watched her through the window shields reflection, even Quatre had slowed down a bit to look at her in the mirror above his head, before looking back at the road.

'She's not married.' For some reason the thought seemed rather appealing to Quatre as he recalled the smile that he had seen several times that evening. Not the fake one that was prominent most of the night, but the one that appeared every once in a while when no one was around. 'What am I thinking. She doesn't even know me. Wait I mean, I don't know her.' His blush grew as he fought an inner battle.

Heero also was shocked at the information and he caught the blush that spread over Quatre's features before he got it back in check. 'She's not married, but the King. This makes no sense.' His inner voice reminded him again that she was not married, and for some reason the fact that it made no sense, that he hadn't known about it didn't matter. And this is what truly scared him.

Trowa, Wufei and Duo were also in shock. Duo pulling himself up from the ground was prepared to ask the question that he was sure was on all their minds, but Wufei beat him to it.

"What do you mean onna, your married to the King Darien." He spat the last part, not caring for the man in the least.

"Don't call me onna. I am sure that I already informed you of my name. And no I am not married to him, the wedding was delayed. So while the world believes us to be married, even my closest friends." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, "we are not."

"But you called him your husband." Quatre chimed in from the front seat. Silently hoping that it was true.

"Yes, habit." Her eyes closed as if in a meditative sleep and then reopened a look of indifference apparent. "We were always to marry, so I've addressed him as my husband for quite a long time. We actually were to get married this week, well I mean sign the paper work. You see he was unable to marry me prior, because…" she stopped contemplating telling them the truth. "He wasn't of age yet."

And that was the truth. While Usagi could become Queen at eighteen. Darien could not until he was twenty-six. Something about gaining powers at that age. She didn't understand all of it, but she knew that he didn't get his full powers until then. So they had waited. The formation of the kingdom had to be done when they had their full powers, but they had to establish themselves as royalty and so 'married' earlier.

"Of age" Wufei repeated not believing a word she said.

"Yes, it has to do with protocol and powers." She waved it off as if it bored her, which in reality it always did.

"So your single then?" Duo's eyes lit up at the thought, facing her again. "Since Heero here isn't going to kill you anymore, how about you an I go on a date?"

"Injustice Maxwell." Wufei yelled trying to grab Duo's braid again, which Duo had purposely moved to the other side of his body.

"What, jealous that I asked her first Wu-man." Duo's eyes went up and down in a mocking fashion as Wufei leapt at him.

Heero having had enough slammed on the brake peddle, startling not only the passengers, but the driver as well.

"Out." He didn't even turn around.

"What? Hee-man, you can't be serious?" Duo's eyes grew large as Heero pointed the gun at his head and the safety clicked off.

Realizing it was a loosing battle. Duo climbed out of the vehicle grumbling the entire time. Wufei smirking, was taken aback when the gun then faced him.

"Yui, you can't be serious this is injustice!" Upon realization that Heero did mean business Wufei also climbed out. 'Damn Yui, you will pay for this.' Mumbling about injustices, Yui and Maxwell's the entire time.

Turning back around he made one last command. "Go."

"Heero don't you…" Quatre stopped as he felt the presence of a gun to his temple. "alright, alright." 'I think he is getting a little to gun happy.'

Usagi turned to Trowa who was staring straightforward, a hint of, was it humor on his face. 'He enjoyed that.' While Usagi had to admit it was interesting, and a bit humorous, she was never a fan of guns being pointed at people, and she felt bad that the two would have to walk the rest of the way to where they were going. 'By the way, where are we going and where is it?' Now she really felt bad for the two.

Leaning in to Trowa's ear not wanting to disturb Heero and have to walk herself she whispered, "they don't have to go far do they?"

Trowa felt the warmth of her breath upon his neck, the fragrance of vanilla that intensified at her closeness. He was attracted to her. He admitted it. Unlike Heero who found woman to be off limits and Wufei who condemned them at every point, he liked females, he just never allowed himself to take any action.

Continuing to look ahead, he whispered back, "about five miles, Quatre's mansion is up ahead."

"oh" it was soft as if she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"Trowa," her voice was still low her mouth close to his ear. "Is he that psychotic all the time?" Trowa hid a smirk as she had allowed the last part of her sentence to be heard by the stoic soldier up front.

Quatre had also heard, as he stifled a laugh. She shrugged at getting no answer, "Just wondering. Tell me, if he does that often, which I am assuming he does. And they are both still alive, have they not realized that he won't pull the trigger."

"Who said I won't" and with that the perfect soldier left the now stopped car.