-1Usagi reached for his body and unceremoniously placed him on his bed. 'Well, I only dropped him once.' She looked at the young man, the full realization of what happened, of what he took.

'My memories Trowa, I am sorry. Now you understand why I can never be with anyone. Now you will see why it is you who will kill me.' Sitting down on the bed she laid down, her own energy drained from the exchange.

'Or maybe not you, but one of you guys' and with that her eyes shut and the ghosts of her past began to taunt her. Even sleep was no escape for her.

'How can this be. All of the records gone. Nothing.' While he could understand Usagi's history to be replaced and remolded to fit the new persona she was taking, the fact that the name of Shingo was not in any database disturbed him. Yes, he had found a few files by that name, but none of them were young enough to be Usagi's brother.

Then there was Seiya. Most of the information he found was on fansites, and was completely useless to him. It wasn't until he broke into the police records that his curiosity hit its peak. 'He was murdered. They never found the individuals. They didn't take anything.' He went through the documents again, and then it hit him. The piece of information that made it all come together, 'he had a ring in his pocket. He was headed towards the residence she use to live at. He was going to ask her to marry him.'

Heero sighed as he moved his hand through his hair. While interesting, the documents didn't add any insight to why she would hide or why she would change so much. 'What am I not seeing?' Shutting his laptop Heero made his way to Usagi's bedroom he was not going to bed without the information he wanted, 'she will tell me or I will kill her.'

He was not the only seeking answers that night. Wufie had also been searching the government files to find information on Usagi. To explain the objects and names that Heero had uncovered. He fingered the items on his desk again. 'What am I missing, damn onna.' It was a simple mission, and now everything had changed.

Picking up the paper that had changed it all for them that night he eyed it for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. 'How can she be the one. A weak onna.'

'Not so weak, don't forget who she was, who she is.' His mind countered against his ego. There was no denying it the paper proved it. The one that he was prepared to kill, the one that caused there mission to be a failure was the same one that had saved all of them so long ago.

'Why come back. Why leave to begin with.' His mind raced as his well trained ears picked up the sound of footsteps. Opening his door he was not surprised to find Heero walking down the hall, 'going to find answers Yui.'

He went to shut his door, but stopped himself as he looked at the paper in his hand. 'Well, I do have my own questions.' Looking back at the perfect soldier that took no notice of him, doubt surfaced. 'You wouldn't kill her now Yui? Not even you the perfect soldier could still want to complete the mission, could you?' Not wanting to tempt fate Wufie followed the boy down the hall.

'She might me an onna, but she is needed Yui. I can't allow you to harm her.' Tightening the grasp on the paper he narrowed his eyes at the approaching door of her room, 'At least not yet, too many answers. But are you Yui going to be the one to get them from her.'

While Wufie didn't doubt that the proclaimed perfect soldier could get information from just about anyone, he wondered just how the boy would go about trying to get it. 'She doesn't fear death.' and that was the problem, Wufie had saw it in her eyes an acceptance and yearning as it were for death, and he needed to make sure that she wouldn't use Heero's own tactics to get information in her favor, to get him to kill her. 'Onna, I will protect you from Yui and from yourself. For now' his mind added the last comment as he peered in the room with Heero.

'Empty, where is she.' It was the thought that they both shared as fear and anger began to take a stronger hold on the two young men. Glancing at each other they went downstairs to find Quatra.

By the looks of the room she had never set foot in it. If anyone knew where she was Quatra would. 'Stupid onna is probably downstairs having tea with Quatra.'

'Where is she. She is my mission. Careless Yui, your becoming careless.' The perfect soldier berated himself as the two made their way to find Quatra. Heero so lost in his mental tirade forgot the fact that he had watched Usagi go up the stairs, that she had went with Trowa.

Duo on the other hand was quite aware that the young queen had entered Trowa's room and not left yet. He had heard the footsteps of his fellow pilots and the mumbling that emitted from the irritated Chinese pilot when her room had been found to be empty. Opening his door as the sounds were no longer present, he glared at the door across from his own.

'What are you doing still with her Trowa.' The young pilot had become drawn to the Queen that was apparent. It didn't really shock him, Trowa was not completely unemotional, although his actions so far that night were a bit out of character, but then again he couldn't blame him the night had been a strange one. 'Kill her, then take her. What's next.' He recalled the young woman her features, her ever changing emotions, the way she could change her emotional mask so easily. Those eyes. 'Then there is the fact that she is the one,' his mind was quick to remind him.

Upon seeing the paper that divulged that bit of information about her past, Duo had swore to himself that he would protect her. Even if that meant going against his other pilots. 'She is the one that saved us. She saved me. I owe her.' Plus, she is cute his mind supplied as he decided that whatever the young woman was doing with Trowa he didn't like it and he walked over to the bedroom door.

Moving the handle, he was surprised to find the door locked. Hearing no sounds from inside he began to pick the lock, 'what are you doing with her.' His face reddened as images entered his mind of not so innocent actions taking place behind that oak door. 'Trowa would never. She would never.' His mind countered the images, but it was in vain for as he opened the now unlocked door his eyes fell towards the bed.

"What the hell!"

And with that two figures awoke, to find now three others staring at them with a mix of emotion. Three breathing a bit deeply from their run upstairs, or 'is it something more.' Both Trowa and Usagi thought at the same time.

"Duo what is going…" Quatre's voice was cut-off as his eyes traveled over the bed. Face turning to a dangerous shade of red. Whether it was for embarrassment or anger only he knew for sure.

"Barton what the hell!" Wufei's unrestrained voice cut straight to the point. Eyes looking at Usagi they then moved to settly on Trowa. An unrestrained rage clearly visible within his piercing glare. 'What does it matter?' his mind argued against his actions. Ignoring logic he glared daggers at the man that remained on the bed.

While Duo and Quatra looked from Usagi to Trowa. Heero's eyes were trained on the prior, 'she is causing trouble. She is sidetracking us from the mission.' 'What mission, you already failed' his mind countered, causing his eyes to form slits.

'Could he not look away. Such hatred.' Usagi unconsciously shivered as her mind drifted to others that had those eyes. Those she had killed, unconsciously, consciously their eyes were always filled with that hate. She had become a killer, the killer.

Trowa never looked at her, his eyes locked at those that dared to enter his room, challenging those at the door to make any move. But he could feel her fight with an emotion he knew all to well and his arm wrapped itself around the quivering woman before him, trying to settle down the demons from her own past that he now understood. 'What now, how can we ask her to go through that again.'

"We need to talk." Emerald met blue as an unspoken agreement was made. His arm un-snaked from her waist, fingers stopping slightly before pulling completely away. Trowa walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Clearly demonstrating that Usagi would not be taking part in the talk, 'she doesn't need this.'