"Oh, my God!" Quatre shouted, kneeing down beside the lifeless body. "It's Misako! She's hurt, bad! We got to get her upstairs!"

It was true. As Heero leaned in to inspect the person that now lies on the floor, he recognized the face. It was indeed Misako. But her face was a pale white, like the dead. She has a wound on her left side and on her right leg. Her OZ uniform was soaked in blood, her blood. Heero bend down and gentelly picked up the now unconscious girl. He then turned to go up the stairs, followed by the other four pilots.

When Heero got to Misako's bedroom, he set the DeathHell pilot on the bed very carefully. He then moved aside to let Trowa though so the Heavearms' pilot can clean up Misako's wounds and bandage them. Quatre was on the verge of tears. Duo had sat down on a chair beside Misako's bed. The American youth was whispering something into the girl's ear as he holds on to her left hand. Even Wufei seemed a bit worried.

No longer can he stand the site of the Chinese girl, Heero went out of the Misako's bedroom and walked towards his own. He had to keep up his reputation as the ever-unemotional, expressingless, and uncaring boy. "What could have happened to you, Misako?" Heero whispered as he, once again, sunk into his bed.

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What happened? Where am I? Misako thought to herself as she fought to regain consciousness. She could feel the impatient sunlight tapping on her face and the cool breeze blow across her skin where it's exposed. It must be morning. I wonder how long I have been out. Misako opened her eyes slowly, then shut it again from the bright sunlight that had invaded the room. Too bright! The Chinese youth opened her eyes again, this time she turned her head away from the bright sun light instead of shut her eyes again, which wasn't such a good idea for it give her a terrible headache. Pulse the pain from her wounds; it was unbearable, even for her.

Ignoring the pain, Misako carefully viewed her surroundings. She is currently lying on a bed in a rather small, but familiar room. The room didn't have much furniture. An well-organized desk by the open window, a nightstand to the left of the bed in which she was laying on. A small digital clock, which showed 10:42am, was placed on top of it. A closet in the farther corner of the room, plus a chair in front of the said desk and one at same side of the bed as the nightstand was all the room contained. This room looks like the one that I had in Quatre's mansion, except the chair by the bed. Upon closer inspection, Misako open her eyes wide in realization. It is that room! How did I get here? What had happened? As if on cue, the event of the previous night rushed back into Misako's mind like a violent whirlwind.

~ Flashback ~

Misako ran down the dark corridor that led to the exit, a gun in hand and an important information disk in her short's left pocket. Every so often, she would turn and fire behind her, to keep the soldiers that are following her at a safe distance. She ran though the base, taking what seem to be random turns, but always heading towards the outside of the base. She cursed as a wild shot whizzed by her, barely missing her left temple.

Misako had been downloading the last piece of information from the new OZ base's center computer that the Gundam pilots and she needed, when she was detected by a solider, whom had the misfortune of been order by the commander of the base to go look for her. Although she had managed to annihilate him, but not before he tapped the alert button on the wall panel. She had hurriedly taken the desk and ran down the various corridors as she set off numerous of explosives that she had planted earlier. And now, Misako is make her way out of the base while dodging all the bullets that are being aimed at her.

When did I become so careless! And I'm supposed to be the Perfect Soldier! Misako smirked at her own comment as she was near the exit of the base. I can just imagine Dr. J's face if he sees me now! Misako almost laughed at this if not for the current satiation. She could hear the soldiers' shouting and ordering behind her. She couldn't catch anything they are saying in particular. Not that she tries to. At least I got what I came here for. Misako turned and shoot behind her, smirked as few soldiers fall down on the floor, dead. However, her smirk soon disappeared when she turned back, and saw a soldier ran out from one of the corridor left of Misako and started shooting at her.

"Damnit!" Misako cursed out loud, as she dodged a bullet that was aimed for her stomach. However, she didn't move quickly enough. The bullet missed its intended target. Instead, it buried itself into Misako's left side. Pain flared to life from her left side as Misako returned fire instinctively and shot her attacker between the eyes. Stepping over the corpse, Misako exit the base and immediately jumped into the shadows.

However, because of her condition, she didn't move fast enough as she ran into the forest near the base. One of the soldiers that were pursuing her took this opportunity and shot her in the right leg. Misako didn't even bother to return fire as she disappeared into the depth of the gloomy forest.

"What do I do now?" Misako asked no one in particular as she dressed her wounds in the forest that surround the new OZ base, while she searched her mind for a plan. Misako know if she stays in the forest any long, the search party would find her, and she would be captured. She doesn't want that. Looking up at the night sky, Misako noticed the sky has lost its usual beauty. Black clouds costume the night sky, disguising it behind its darkness. "I wonder what time is it?" Misako looked down at her wristwatch, 11:34pm Wednesday AC 195. "Shat! I have to report in with the boys today!" Misako jumped up from the rock she was sitting on only to fall down on to the ground again. "Damn those wounds! Damn those franking soldiers! If I ever get my hands on them, I'll ma..." Misako mummer as she stand up from the ground, slowly this time, and started making her way towards the safe house as fast as her body allows her to.

The trip was longer then usual because of her wounds, which is getting worse and worse as Misako forced her body to move. The wound on her side and on her leg is blooding very badly, and waves of pain consume her mind with every step she took. She can feel her strength leaving her, and she feel like she was going to pass out any time now. Got to bring back the information, I just... got to.

After what seems like eternality, the outline of Quatre's mansion appeared in Misako's line of vision. Using her remaining strength, Misako made her way up to the front door and ring the bell. Then she leaned on the door and passed out from all the pain she had to endure. The last thought on her mind before she surrounded herself to the darkness was, Mission... accomplished.

~ End of Flashback ~

"Oh yeah." Misako exclaimed at the memory, and then winced as a wave of sharp pain shot up from her side, reminding her of her injuries. Misako looked at her wounds and realize that someone had already cleaned and bandaged them with extreme care. It must be Trowa. Misako thought to herself and made a mental note to thank the European boy later. She was in her under cloth, covered by a thin blanket to protect her from the cold. Her blood stained OZ uniform is neatly folded on the nightstand beside her bed. The Chinese youth struggle to sit up, but fall back again on the bed. Misako was expecting another sharp pain to shot up from her wounds as she felled hard on to the bed. Instead, a pair of strong hands had caught her just before she hit the bed. Then she felt being laid down on the bed very genteelly as if the person who's doing this is deeply concerned about her. Curious, Misako turned her head to see who's the person that had helped her might be. What greeted her were a pair of violet-blue eyes that stared into her cold black ones, and a handsome young face full of concern and something else that Misako couldn't make out.

"Duo!?"

"Yea, it's me. And I don't think what you were trying to do would be a good idea." Duo said as he laid the DeathHell pilot down on the bed genteelly, fearing to break something else if he wasn't careful.

Duo was walking into the room to check on Misako with a cup of water, when he saw her tried to sit up and failed, falling back on to the bed. He had rush to her side in an instant and caught her just before she felled hard on her back. "You were hart pretty bad. You need to rest if you want your wounds to heal."

"Who asked for your opinion? And what do you care?" Misako reply in her usual cold tone, shaking Duo's hands off her forcefully, and giving Duo an annoying glare. Then she trying to sit up again, but failed, again.

"Because you are a valuable ally." Duo said, speaking half the truth as he watched worriedly at Misako as she tried to sit up again, but failed. "And I...I...sort of like...y...Will you stop trying to sit up! Your wounds will reopen, or you'll break something else if you don't stop moving!"

"No." Misako said simply, then trying to sit up, again and again. After some effort, she successfully sat up on the bed and lent back on the head broad tired out.

Duo shook his head at Misako's display of stubbornness, and sighed in pure frustration. "Stubborn as ever." Exclaimed Duo more to himself then to the girl in front of him. Then he handed Misako a cup of water, then sat down on the chair beside her bed, his eyes never leaving the wounded girl. He sat there in the chair, unmoving, slouching forward with his elbows braced against his knees, chin propped over laced fingers. It was an ungainly, graceless pose, but he wasn't interested in how he appeared. Instead, his eyes trained themselves on the silent girl on the bed who looked like an angle in his eyes. An angle of Hell to be exact. A small smile can be seen visible on Duo's tender, young face as he said that to himself mentally. She looks so cute when she's helpless! Arrg! Duo, What's with you and unemotional people? First Heero, then Trowa, then Wufei! Now, this....this....GIRL! And to think you are begin to falling for her! Duo, you ARE hopeless! A small voice said in the back of Duo's head, but Duo merely ignored it, and continued to watch the Chinese pilot.

Putting down the now empty cup on the nightstand, Misako turned her head to face Duo. She could feel his gaze on her and it's starting to make her feel very uncomfortable. "What are you staring at?" Misako hissed, inquiring of Duo, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Oh, just you." Duo said matter of fact, a hint of teasing in his voice. "And how innocent you look in your under cloth." Duo continued as he examined Misako from head to toe, admiring her well-built body. Then grinned as the famale pilot's eyes widen, and a faint blush spread across the her tender cheeks.

"Baka ⁽¹⁾!" Yelled Misako as she garbed a handful of blankets to cover herself up, defensively. This made Duo's grin become wider, if possible.

"Now, now. It's not good to yell in your delicate condition. You should save all of your strength." Duo said in a mocking tone.

"Just what are in you implying?" Misako said in a dangerous tone, staring at duo with a killer look in her eyes, her left hand reaching under the pillow for something. This caused Duo to think twice before he smart-mouthed back.

"Nothing...eh, eh....nothing at all." Duo answered, smiling innocently, too innocent. Just as Duo expected, Misako didn't believe him, but she dismissed it nevertheless after a few unpleasant moments, much to Duo's relief. "So.....I guess I should leave you to rest. Yell if you need anything." Duo said standing up from the chair, then added. "I'm sure that won't prove to be a problem for you."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Misako sniped at Duo, the killer look resumed in her tense black eyes.

"Oh, nothing!" Duo said, laughing nervously, stepping away from the bed. "Nothing at all! Now I should be going. So, sayonara ⁽²⁾!" The America pilot said in one quick breath, picking up the now empty cup from the nightstand, and nearly ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Longhaired baka!" Misako growled as she watch the Deathscythe Hell pilot backed out the door and closed it behind him. Then a wave of sleepiness and tiredness seized her. Maybe I should get some rest like Duo said. Then she thought of the male pilot. That bustard! I'll deal with him tomorrow. That baka is so annying! Then why do I always a strange feeling whenever he's around? Urg! I'll deal this tomorrow, along with that hentia ⁽³⁾. And, that Heero guy. Why do I get a feeling that I knew him from some where? He looks so much like....like... Stop it! Stop thinking about that, Otain! He's dead! DEAD! You can't bring him back. You can't let your feelings or the past distract you! Letting go a yawn, Misako drift into a restless sleep.

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That was close! Duo thought to himself as he walk down the stairs led to the kitchen. Note to self: Never, EVER piss Misako off when she's injured. Duo walked into the small kitchen and ginned at the display in front of him. "Aren't we a noiseless crowed today!" Duo said in his usual cheerfully tone, popping into one of the chairs by the round kitchen table, flashing his famous grin.

In the small kitchen of Quatre's mansion, the five gundam pilots were sitting around the round dinner table, all engrossed in their own litter world. Heero was typing furiously on the laptop in front of him, as usual. Wufei was sitting on the opposite side of the table, facing the Perfect Soldier. He's currently reading some Chinese book on battle tactics. Quatre and Trowa were sitting next to each other with the blue paint of the new OZ base sprat out on the kitchen table. They seem to be discussing a plan on how to destroy the base successfully. The four pilots were temporally pull out from their concentration when Duo had entered, rather noisily may I add.

"Hey! Aren’t I gotten get a 'Hello',or 'Good-morning'?" Ranted Duo as he poured himself a cup of strong, black coffee.

"Good-morning, Duo." Said Quatre with a smile as he stood up from his chair, and walked to the coffee machine to get a cup of coffee himself. Trowa merely nodded in acknowledgment of Duo's presence while his face remained indifferent. Wufei took off his glasses and looked up from his book for a moment to look at the American pilot, then went back to reading again. When all of this was going on, Heero stayed indifferent. Still typing away furiously at his laptop, ignoring Duo's presence.

"Hey, Mr. Perfect Soldier! Are’t you going to say 'Good-morning' to your friend?" Duo yelled, a bit annoyed by the Japanese youth's ignorance.

"Hmm." Heero humped in response. Didn't even bather to look up from his computer.

"Well, good-morning to you too." Duo said annoyingly. Some times, he just wants to take Heero's laptop, and hit the Wing pilot with it.

"So, Duo, how’s Misako doing?" Quatre asked, trying to brake the tension in the room.

"Well, if you call being shoot twice as fine. But she’s doing alright. After all, She is a gundam pilot." Duo said in his happy-go-luck tone as he sipped his coffee.

"I do have to admit. She is pretty strong, for a woman." Wufei admitted, closing the book he was reading.

"Wow! Mr. Women-hater actually didn’t call a woman weak for once." Duo uttered in mocking astonishment. " Too bad Misako isn't here to hear this. Hey, Heero. Aren't you going to say something?"

"No." Heero replied simply, never looking from his work, or whatever he was typing away on his laptop.

"Jeez, if I didn’t know better, Heero, I would have thought that you and Misako were related or something." Duo said jokingly with a devilish grin plastered across his face. However, the grin soon disappeared as Heero looked up from this laptop for the first time all morning, and glared the cheerful pilot with a killer look in his eyes.

"App! Just forget that I ever said that, Heero." Duo said nervously, trying to avoid Heero’s death glare. To get of the topic, Duo turned his attention to Quatre. "So, what have you and Trowa been up to? Get a plan ready yet? Mind telling us?"

Quatre took his time to look at Trowa for permission, then declared the plan after Trowa had given him a nod. "From the information that Misako had provided for us, me and Trowa had been able to create a plan, as you can see before Duo here interrupted us." Quatre said given Duo a look.

"Hey! It’s not my fault! Stop looking at me like that!" Duo yelled, looking at each of the gundam pilots, especially Quatre.

Ignoring the Deathscythe Hell pilot’s comment, Trowa continued where Quatre left off. "The plan goes like this." Trowa refer to the blue paint on the kitchen table as the other four pilots gathered around, even Heero. "Wufei and Duo will be the decoy, while Heero and Misako goes into the cen....................."

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Misako walked silently down the crowed streets by herself, oblivious of what goes on around her. From time to time, she would pause, and lift her head up to look at one of the pasting family, carefree and happy. She envies them, envies their happiness, their ignorance of the meaningful, yet meaningless war, envies their freedom. Then she would continue on walking. Where to? She didn't know, nor does she care.

Misako found herself once again engulfed in the memories of the past as she walked on. No matter how hard she tried to forget them, they would always come back to hunt her. The childhood that she never had, the people that she killed, the now dead childhood friend of hers, and, of course, her adopted father, and the father that she never knew. To her, her life was, and still is, as meaningless as the ongoing war. She never had a choice in her life. Almost every decision was made for her, from the arranged marriage with some boy who she, fortunately, never got the chance of being married to. To being trained as a perfect soldier for OZ starting at the age of 10. The only decision that Misako ever made for herself was becoming a gundam pilot. Even after that, Dr. J had taken up the responsibility of making decisions for her.

Misako was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that her surroundings had changed from the crowed city to a battlefield. It was only when she looked up did she realize that she's in an OZ base, looking out on to the battlefield though a glass window. The sight that greeted her was no less then shocking. On the battle field two mobile suites were fighting each other, furiously. One's a Leo, which she instantly recognized as her dead adopted fathers. The other was a Gundam. Her gundam to be more precise. Misako closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to clear her mind. However, when she opened them again, she found herself inside the cockpit of her gundam, the one that's fight with her dead adopted fathers Leo. As the Gundam dive forward with its double-sided beam suber at the Leo, Misako's mind screamed out for her to stop, but some how, her arms and legs wouldn't obey her commend, and the deadly weapon imbedded itself into the Leo, destroying it. All the while, Misako sat in her gundam, feeling vulnerable and helpless.

Misako jumped out off her Gundams cockpit and run to the now ruined Leo. She knee down in front of her adopted father's dying body, and hold it close to her, letting a single tear slid down her cheek. When she looked down at her adopted father's face, she noticed that he was mouthing something to her. Unfortunately for Misako, she can read lips, and what her father was saying made her mind screamed again. "Misako, you did this to me. You are the one who had killed me because you didn’t save me. It’s all your fault." Her adopted father had said before dying in her arms.

Misako got up on her feet, and backing away from the dead body as she shook her head nonstop. An unbelieving expression across her beautiful features. "No. No! NO! THAT’S NOT TRUE!" Misako shouted at her adopted father's corpse. However, her father’s dying words ringed in Misako’s mind, driving her mad. She clipped her hands on her ear to keep the voices out of her mind as she sink down onto her knees again, shutting her eyes tight. "That’s not true. That’s not true." Misako repeated the sentence over, and over again as she rocked back and forth. Letting the tears steam down her face like an endless river, forming a small pool of water on the ground around her knees.

When Misako looked up again, she found herself no longer in the battlefield, but among the ruins of the L1 colony after the massacre. Wiping away the tears, Misako got up again and headed down the ruined streets. She didn't know where she’s headed, but she decided to go wherever her emotions take her. After walking for some time, Misako stopped in front of a caved in house. Half of its ceiling had already falling in. Although the house lay in ruins, Misako still recognized it. It's Odin's house. I wonder why my emotions took me here? Misako asked herself as she walked into the building carefully. Stepping over bits of rocks that had falling from the roof and dead bodies lying on the floor. Misako made her way into a small, massed up bedroom. As she entered the room, Misako let out a small gasp at the sight. There, on the ground near the bed, laid a boy about the age of 6 with brown hair and cobalt blue eyes in a pool of chrism red. Blood, his blood. His head was bleeding badly and there was numerous deep cuts on his arms and legs.

"Odin!" Misako gasped, rushing to the boy's side in an instantly, and checked for a pulse. A wave of relief washed over her as she found one, though it was very weak. Picking up the fragile body carefully as not to make the injures worse, Misako walked out of the house. She had already decided to take the boy to the nearby hospital for medical treatment so he could heal. However, when Misako got out of the house, five-OZ soldiers immediately surrounded her. She tried to escape, but one of the soldier's hand shot out and grabbed her left arm in a dead grip, forcing her to halt in the middle of her step. Usually, Misako would just use her hands and snap those soldiers’ necks, but now, with Odin in her arms, it's just not possible.

"We are here for that boy in your arms." One of the soldiers said, looking at Misako face with an evil grin on his face.

" So hand him over, or else...." The second soldier demanded, taken a step closer to Misako with the same grin on his face.

"Over my dead body!" Misako growled, backing away from the approaching soldiers, tightening her hold on Odin, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

"Fine then. Be that way. You are asking for it." The third solider said, standing in his fighting stance. The four other soldiers followed. Then they all attacked Misako at once.

Misako counter attacked them with mostly her feet and legs, avoiding most of the punches and kicks. After much struggle, although Misako had mange to bet three out of five soldiers to the extent where they can't even get up from the ground. However, she was pretty bet up too. There were small bruises and cuts on her face, arms, and legs. But the boy in her arms stayed unharmed during the whole fight, well, as unharmed as he can be. Tiredly, Misako fought on with what's left of her strength. Just then, one of the soldier took out his gun and shot Misako in the leg. This caused Misako to lose her balance and dropped Odin. As she falls hard on to the ground, Odin slipped from her firm grip and landed a few feet away from her.

"Now look what you have made me do." The solider that shot Misako said mockingly as he walked toward Misako. When he was only a few steps away her, he bend down, and tilted her chine up with a finger, and said. "Now I have to kill him in front of you. If you have given him to us peacefully, we would have spared you the pain of watching him die."

"YOU FUCKING BASTEREDS!" Misako shouted in the soldier’s face as she lunged toward him, but failed as the other solider that’s standing beside this one garbed her both of her arms in a dead grip, and pulled her back. The solider that had bend down in front of Misako smiled wickedly as he stood up and walked more closer to Misako, running his index finger down the side of her face and along her jaw. " Now watch carefully, this is a moment that you will never forget. I promise." The soldier said, aiming his gun to the boy on the ground, and fired.

"ODIN!!"




Tsuzuku.....................

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1) Baka: Stupid, idiot.

3) Sayonara: Good-bye.

2) Hentia:? If some one know the English meaning, please Email it to me. Thank you.

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