See beginning for disclaimer and notes. Hints of Yaoi.

Ch2

“Heero, what’s she saying?” Duo asked in what was almost the most annoying voice Heero had ever heard, almost. He meant what the light brown haired lady was saying, in twentieth century Japanese.

When the woman heard Heero speak Japanese, and saw his facial features, she thought he was from Tokyo in the Mystic Moon, or least from she said, she thought that. Heero let her keep her false theory; there was no way to make him try to teach her about the colonies.

The boy, Chid, ordered his guards to let them out, or something like that. The guards protested a bit, until Chid went into a yelling match with one; actually the guard yelled, Chid stayed calm and composed. The guard finally withered and stepped aside. Chid, himself, unlocked the cage with a key borrowed from a guard and a warming smile.

The woman and the dark haired man escorted them up to an eating hall, a giant eating hall. They sat down at the side of the table, Heero facing the Japanese speaker and Dou the quiet man.

As they were waiting for someone or some people, Heero studied the couple. The woman laid her hand gently on the man. A gold ring encircled her ring finger, matching the one the man had. So, they’re husband and wife, Heero thought. The husband glared at Heero when he saw Heero staring at the woman.

The woman looked at her husband and said the comment that inspired Duo to ask the question. “So, what are you guys named? My name is Hitomi, my husband here is named Van.”

Heero, ignoring Duo’s question, and said, “Me: Heero, he: Duo.”

“Is Dou American?” Hitomi asked. Heero grunted a yes. She turned to face Duo and said in halting English, “Heero say you is Duo. I am named Hitomi.”

Duo’s laugh caused two confused faces to appear opposite the pilots. “Well, if Heero says I am Duo, then I must be it. Can’t have the perfect soldier being wrong.” The expressions just got more confused after Hitomi whispered something to her husband. “Yes, I am Duo. I may run but I never tell a lie.”

“Hello, Duo. It is good to,” she mumbled something that Heero could not understand; probably the local language but it seemed different. “That’s it. It is good to meet you.”

Finding a person other then Heero to talk to in this world, Duo started rambling every which way. Hitomi answered every question that was a question in ill-used English with the occasional Japanese and that other language.

“So, Hitomi, how can your husband understand you when you’re speaking Japanese?” Duo asked after telling Hitomi about his favorite food—pineapple and sugar pizza.

“What are you talking about? I speak his language when I talk with him.” Hitomi replayed with a frown.

“No, you speak Japanese and sometimes another language.”

Hitomi put her hand on hanging open mouth and glanced at her husband. Then, she reached down and grasped the pendent around her neck with the other. “It allowed me to understand Atlantain. So maybe…” She took the pendent off and showed it to them.

Heero gasped; the pendent looked actually like the one Dr. J sent him with that mysterious note, the one that said ‘keep it with you always.’ He slipped his hand into his pocket and brought out the matching pendant.

Heero was right; the pendants looked the same, right down to a scratch on the ring that joined the necklace and the pendant. The married pair gasped when they saw Heero’s, losing their colour. They shared a veiled look and Hitomi leaned forward and touched Heero’s pendent.

And everything went white. It seemed the sun decided the room was a fine place to live and moved in, or something like it. The light that filled the room was pure white, the kind not retrievable by anything. No shadow tainted the room.

Dou’s braid rose, followed by everyone else’s hair, and then their limbs, and then their body. As the last foot left the ground, Chid and the two hosts finally arrived. They saw as the four floated to the middle, and disappeared. The light faded and Chid groaned.

“What?” asked Millerna.

“Not again. I hope there won’t be a war”

“Me too, Me too.”