Duo was on a mission, his objective was fairly simple, he had to retrieve documents on the mobile dolls and OZ's reports on its progress of the colony takeovers. However, in order for the American pilot to complete his mission with success, he had asked Quatre to come and assist him.
 

The plan was almost fool proof. All they had to do was sneak in and retrieve the documents and run like hell out before they got caught. Both pilots were running like mad to reach the exit. They were about a little less than half way there when Duo had tripped one of the laser sensors in the wall, which caused 30-40 guards to come after them.
 

Quatre looked behind them, "Duo, they're right behind us!"
 

The braided pilot stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the swarm of soldiers before him, "Shit"
 

The pilots put their hands in the air as a sign of surrender. Two of the soldiers cuffed the two boys and threw them into a cell.
 

"Well, at least they didn't get the disk with stuff on it." Duo grinned, trying to look on the bright side.
 

"But Duo, we still got caught"
 

The door to their cell slid open. A man with short black hair and dark green eyes walked in and looked the two prisoners, "Hmmm. Who should I take?" he looked at Duo, "The proclaimed God of Death?" he turned his gaze to Quatre, "Or a sweet, innocent angel?" he looked at each of them, "I think I'll take the angel" he grabbed the blonde's left arm and walked toward the doorway. He stopped in front of the door and looked at the Deathscythe pilot, "As a treat for you. You can watch" he motioned for Duo to come forward.
 

The two boys were in front of the OZ commander. They were being held at gunpoint until they reached the perverted soldier's living quarters.
 

He shoved them into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He tied Duo in chair and pushed Quatre onto the bed.
 

The soldier leaned over Quatre and held his wrists down. The Arabian boy struggled under his grip. Small tears started to fall down his face.
 

"Don't worry, angel I can guarantee you'll enjoy this and if you continue to struggle, I will shoot your friend over there" he whispered as he tied the blonde's wrists to the headboard of the bed.
 

"Now let's see" he ripped open Quatre's shirt, "Yes, very nice" he moved his hand over the Arabian pilot's chest
 

"Please stop" he sobbed
 

The guard slapped him across the face, "Stop crying, I know you're going to like this" he moved his hand towards Quatre's belt
 

"You bastard! Leave him alone!" Duo shouted
 

The OZ commander moved away from the blond and went over to his closet and then returned to his "angel's" bedside. He cracked the whip that he had retrieved on Quatre's chest. He smiled as the pilot of Sandrock screamed in pain. He looked at his other captive in the chair, "Every time you open your mouth, this lovely angel will take the fall for you"
 

He turned his attention back to Quatre, who had more tears running down his cheeks. "Now where was I?" he unbuckled the belt and ripped off the blonde's pants.
 

"Please, I'm begging you please stop" Quatre cried
 

The man laughed, "So innocent" he began to rub Quatre's thighs
 

"Quatre!!" Duo yelled
 

The commander dug his fingernails into the blond pilot's thighs. Quatre screamed out in pain once again. The OZ soldier was getting aroused by Quatre's wail of pain. He smiled and stood up. He walked over to the headboard and untied the Arabian for a moment. He tore off Quatre's shirt and forced him to stand up. He then re-tied his "angel" back to the headboard. He rapped his arms around the small boy, "So sweet so pure" he whispered
 

From where the American pilot sat, he could see blood dripping down his blond friend's thighs. He took a quick glance at the edge of the bed were Quatre was standing, there was blood on the sheets that came from his chest. He looked back at the soldier, "Leave him alone, you pervert!!!!"
 

The soldier's eyes narrowed. He grabbed the whip and proceeded to lash Quatre in the back. With each hit Quatre's screams became louder and louder. Blood started to cover his interior back.
 

"I told you to stop your crying" he hit Quatre in the face about five times, "Now behave" he began to lick the Arabian's neck.
 

"Stop stop it" he whimpered
 

"Shh angel, we'll get to the fun part soon. Then your tears in screams will be in pure pleasure rather than in pain" he moved his hand towards the waste band of Quatre's boxers.
 

Duo's eyes began to quiver, "QUATRE!!!!!!!!"
 

The commander took out a knife from the drawer of his nightstand and started to slice very small cuts on his captive's arms.
 

Quatre's tears flowed quickly down his cheeks as the soldier began to cut his legs, 'Trowa please come rescue me' he looked up through his tears and saw the knife right in front of his face.
 

"I wonder how much an angel can bleed" he grazed the blade against Quatre's forehead, leaving a small cut. Blood started to stream down his face.
 

"STOP!" Duo screamed, in fear that his friend was going to die
 

The soldier took the knife and began to slash at the blonde's chest. He set the blood covered knife down and re-placed his hand at the waste band of Quatre's boxers.
 

Suddenly a voice came over the intercom, "All soldiers, report to your assigned posts! I repeat, all soldiers, report to your assigned posts!"
 

'Damn' the commander untied Duo and shoved the Arabian pilot's clothes into his hands. He then untied Quatre.
 

He led them back to their original cell. He pushed the braided pilot inside and threw Quatre in and caused the small Arabian to slam into the wall. He shut and locked the cell door and quickly ran to his post.
 

Duo looked at the blond, "Are you alright?" he walked over to the bleeding boy and knelt beside him, "Here, let me help you get your clothes back on. Or just your pants at least." He moved towards Quatre's bloody legs.
 

The pilot of Sandrock jerked away, "Don't touch me!" Painfully he reached for his pants, "I'll do it myself"
 

"Then I'll help you sit up."
 

"NO!" he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position and carefully pulled on his pants
 

The longhaired pilot shook his head, "I'm so sorry"
 

Quatre leaned against the wall and started to breathe heavily. Blood started to seep through his pants. He looked at his companion, "Don't tell anyone about this. Especially Trowa. He must never know" he shut his eyes tightly, letting tears of pain trail down his face
 

"Don't move, you'll only make it worse" he whispered
 

The door slid open again. Two figures stepped in. Duo's eyes lit up, "Heero! WuFei!"
 

Heero glared at Duo, "Let's get out of here and Duo, you are Baka!"
 

The Deathscythe pilot looked at the injured blond, "Can you get up okay?"
 

"My legs hurt too much"
 

WuFei took off his coat and approached Quatre, "Here. Let me help you"
 

"Stay away from me!!!"
 

"Quatre?" WuFei questioned
 

Heero walked over to Quatre and     WuFei. He took the coat from the Chinese pilot and knelt beside the horrified Arabian, "It's okay. Let me help you."
 

"Stay away don't touch me Heero" more tears streamed down his face
 

The Japanese boy gently put the coat on Quatre, "I know you told me not to touch you, but I'm going to carry you out of here." He picked him up and looked into his tear filled eyes, "Trowa would never forgive us if we left you here. In three days Trowa will be back from his mission, so don't act like this" he walked out of the room with Duo and WuFei right behind him.
 

They rushed back to the truck and drove back to their safe house. Quatre shook the whole way there, it was out of fear than anything else.
 

"It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. We're not going to hurt you" Heero whispered. He felt like Quatre was some kind of little brother to him. And now his "little brother" was trying to come out of a horrible nightmare, unfortunately there was nothing he could do.
 

WuFei sighed, "When we get back to the safe house, we're going to have to treat your injures, Quatre."
 

"No no NO!" he began to shake even more at the thought of someone toughing him. Even the thought of Trowa touching him made him feel uneasy.
 

Duo looked at the blond boy, 'This is all my fault. If I didn't ask you to come with me then this wouldn't of happened to you and the others will have no idea why you don't want to be touched.' He looked at Heero, 'I've never seen you so kind, Heero. This is the kind of treatment he deserves. He doesn't deserve to be treated like a sex object or punching bag. He deserves love and friendship. I can't give him that. Every time I'm around someone I care for, something bad always happens. I'm not meant to have friends.'
 

They pulled into the driveway. Heero carefully carried Quatre into the house. WuFei walked in after, followed by a rather silent Duo.
 

The Japanese pilot brought Quatre into the bathroom. He sat him down on the toilet and removed the jacket. He tossed it aside and looked at the blond, "If you think you can, get in the shower and clean off all the blood. I'll get a pair of pajamas for you, so you can go to bed after I bandage you up." He walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
 

He came back a few minutes later. He looked at Quatre, who was still sitting on the toilet. Heero set the clothes down on top of the clothes hamper and turned on the shower water. He tested it too make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold. He helped Quatre to his feet. He managed to get the blonde's pants off, despite his shaking. He looked at him, "Quatre, can you take off your boxers, please?"
 

The pilot of Sandrock just stood there shaking. Heero sighed and stripped the blond of his boxers and carefully placed him in the shower. Quatre grabbed the wall for support and stood there.
 

The Wing Gundam's pilot looked at him in concern, 'Quatre, what happened to you?' he took off his tank-top, shoes and socks, then climbed into the shower closing the curtain. He grabbed a washcloth  and started to scrub Quatre's arms and back.
 

The small Arabian shivered more violently with each touch. He watched the blood stained water go down the drain.
 

"Quatre, I think you should clean your legs off yourself." He waited for a response. When he didn't receive one, he knelt down and began to wash Quatre's legs.
 

The blonde's eyes widened. He let out a loud scream and moved away from the other boy, "Don't touch me! I'll do the rest myself!" he fell to his knees and started to cry.
 

Heero gave the washcloth to Quatre and got out of the shower. Even though he was dripping wet, he left the bathroom and went down to his room to change into a dry pair of shorts.
 

When he returned the shower was no longer going, but Quatre still sat in the tub. He slid the curtain over and helped him out of the shower.
 

Heero helped hold the blond upright while he dried him off. He the sat him back on the toilet with a towel around his waist and started to wrap bandages around the wounds, 'He's still afraid, but he's not yelling at me to leave, right now anyway.' He stood Quatre up and assisted him in getting into his pajamas.
 

Heero was now proceeding to help Quatre into his bedroom. He laid him down and looked at him, "Quatre, what happened on that mission?"
 

"N nothing. I just got injured, that's all."
 

"You've been injured before and you've never acted this way. What's wrong?"
 

As painful as it was, Quatre rolled onto his side so he wasn't facing Heero, "Nothing's wrong, but I would like to get some sleep"
 

"Okay" he walked away from the bed and shut off the light. He shut the door halfway, just incase Quatre needed something.
 

The blond lay there in the semi dark room, 'I'm sorry, Trowa, I'm no longer innocent or pure' he cried quietly and softly into his pillow.
 

Heero walked into the kitchen and saw WuFei hand washing his blood stained coat. He also noticed Duo sitting at the table with food in front of him that he wasn't eating.
 

WuFei looked at the Japanese boy, "How is he?"
 

"Terrified. He wouldn't move so I had to get in the shower with him and every time I touched him he would shake even more, when he couldn't handle it anymore he moved away from me screaming." He sighed and looked at the American pilot, "Duo, what happened on the mission. He's not himself, tell me what happened"
 

He didn't respond. He looked at his food, 'I can't tell them. Quatre made me promise not to, but they're so concerned'
 

The front door opened. The three boys in the kitchen went to the door, with weapons ready.
 

"Don't attack me!"
 

Duo gave a sigh of relief, "It's only Trowa"
 

"Why are you back so early?" Heero asked
 

"Those soldiers were pretty dense." He looked around, "Where's Quatre?"
 

"He's sleeping. Duo took him on a mission and he was badly wounded. Don't touch him unless you want him to freak out." WuFei replied, he was more worried than he sounded
 

"Well, I think I'll turn in too. That mission was rally rough and would like to get some rest and talk with Quatre." He walked up stairs and headed for the bedroom he and Quatre shared
 

He walked in and looked at the sleeping blond. He walked over and began to stroke his lover's baby soft hair, "I'm home, angel"
 

At the sound of the word 'angel', Quatre moved away, "Don't come near me!"
 

Trowa turned on the light, "Quatre, it's me"
 

"T Trowa"
 

He sat next to the pilot of Sandrock and hugged him gently, "I missed you"
 

'I can't let him know there's something wrong' he hugged him back, "I missed you too. Sorry about what just happened. You just scared me."
 

The Latin pilot looked into his blue eyes, "Is something bothering you? You seem different."
 

"I would like to go back to sleep." He pulled away.
 

"Alright." He curled into bed with Quatre and turned off the light.
 

Through out the night Quatre tossed and turned dreaming about the perverted commander. He screamed quite frequently and woke up several times. At one point, he felt so dirty that he forced himself to take a shower. He showered at least seven times that night.
 

Trowa was worried. He had only been home for less than a day and he could easily see something was wrong with his blond prince.
 

He walked into the kitchen and sat at the table with Duo and Heero. He looked at his comrades, "Quatre's not himself. What happened on that mission?"
 

The longhaired pilot sighed, 'There's no choice, I have to tell them' he took a deep breath, "Quatre was raped."
 

"WHAT?!?!" Trowa yelled
 

"We were caught and this perverted commander came into our cell. He took Quatre and told me to come along. He tied me in a chair and Quatre to the bed. And every" he stopped and rubbed his eyes, 'Why am I crying? Boys don't cry'
 

Heero put an arm around him, "It's okay, continue."
 

"Every time I said something, he'd hit Quatre. This is all my fault. All my fuckin' fault!"
 

A loud scream pierced through the house. Trowa got out of his seat and ran towards the bedroom.
 

He walked over to the bed and held Quatre in him arms, "It's okay no one's going rape or hurt you again"
 

The Arabian's eyes widened, "How did you know?"
 

"Duo told us."
 

"I should have known well at least he didn't tell anyone for one half day."
 

Trowa smiled, then his smile vanished, "As much as I hate to say this, I won't come close to you until you're ready to be touched. In other words, this will be our last embrace for awhile." He pulled away and stood up.
 

Quatre grabbed his wrist, "Please don't leave. I'm so scared, please don't leave me alone." He started to cry, "I need you with me, Trowa. I want you to hold me in your arms"
 

"Don't cry" he sat back down and pulled him back into their embrace, "It's going to be alright. We'll work through this. We'll help you no matter what."
The other three pilots ran into the room. They paused in the middle of the room, the shock of Quatre in so much pain made everyone feel his hurt.
 

Heero walked over to the bed and looked at the crying boy, "Calm down you need to rest. Trowa, will you stay with him?"
 

"Yes."
 

'This is my fault. One of my best friends is in so much pain because of my big mouth'
 

WuFei looked at Quatre, "If you're feeling up to it, when your injuries heal I could teach you some martial arts. It's a great way to build up your confidence. You can also rest your body and mind."
 

"That sounds good." He sniffed, "Thank you."
 

Trowa laid the blond back down, "I'm not going to leave, just rest."
 

He shut his eyes, now his face was so peaceful. The other pilots walked out of the room.
 

                    *                              *                              *
 

It had been two weeks since that horrible mission. Quatre still had the bandages on, he was too scared to the scars. He started to learn martial arts from WuFei, it really helped a lot, but what helped him out the most was that all his friends were so kind to him.
 

That afternoon Quatre had taken the bandages off and was shocked to see that there weren't any scars. He returned from the store around 8:30pm. He opened the door to find that the house was deserted, 'We didn't get a new mission, did we?'
 

He opened the door to the kitchen. He set the bags down on the counter and looked around.
 

"I'm glad you're back"
 

He turned around, "Trowa."
 

"I made dinner, have a seat." He walked Quatre to the table and sat a cross from him.
 

"Where are the others?"
 

The pilot of Heavyarms smiled, "They went out to eat, then Duo was going to drag WuFei and Heero to an anime marathon. First anime up, Shinesmen."
 

Quatre giggled, "WuFei's gonna love that."
 

Trowa started to kiss the blonde's hand. He looked into his lover's sparkling blue eyes, "Would you mind if we skipped dinner?"
 

"You read my mind"
 

Trowa stood up from the table and took Quatre into his arms. He took him into the living room. He set him onto the couch and kissed the blond passionately all around his neck as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
 

The blond moaned in pure pleasure. He moved his hands down and started to unbutton Trowa's jeans, "Trowa, we should go to our room before the others come back"
 

"You're right." He pulled him up off the couch and he pulled him into a loving embrace.
 

Quatre jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around Trowa's waist. They started to kiss each other more passionately. They continued to strip each other as they made their way to their bedroom.
 

They were completely without clothing when they entered. Trowa laid the pilot of Sandrock down and climbed on top of him.
 

He kissed the blonde's lips and started to move downward. He kissed his chest, then moved over to his lover's nipple and started to suck on it.
 

"Oh Trowa" he moaned
 
The tall pilot let go of his nipple and resumed his journey downward. He was right between his Quatre's legs, "Are you sure you want this?"
 

"Yes"
 

Trowa smiled and brought Quatre's erect penis into his mouth and began to suck on it.
 

"Trowa" he panted, "I want you to take me become one with me"
 

Trowa removed the penis and looked at his lover, "Do you have an lubricant?"
 

"No, but I don't care. Just take me" Quatre rolled over
 

The pilot of Heavyarms spread the blonde's butt apart. He positioned himself at his entrance, without a second thought he began to thrust in and out.
 

~ ~ ~
 

The other three boys arrived back at their home. WuFei was muttering under his breath. He went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, being around Duo all evening was giving him a headache.
 

Heero and his braided baka walked into the living room. Heero looked at the mess on the floor, "What the"
 

"It looks like a trail." Duo looked towards the stairs, "looks like it leads up."
 

The two of them looked at each other, then followed the trail of clothes. They followed every twist and turn, when they stopped in front of Trowa and Quatre's room.
 

"Gee, I wonder what they're doing" he smirked
 

"Let's leave them be and go to bed."
 

~ ~ ~
 

Trowa and Quatre lay breathless in each others arms. The Arabian rested his head on his lover's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
 

Trowa rested his chin on Quatre's soft blond hair, "I love you."
 

"I love you too" he shut his eyes and silently fell to sleep.
 

                    *                              *                              *
 

The next morning, Quatre and Trowa were as happy as ever. They walked into the kitchen to join their comrades.
 

Duo looked up from his breakfast and stared at the two boys, "Did you have fun?"
 

"What?" Quatre blushed
 

Heero looked at them, with a small smile forming on his face, "We followed your trail of clothes."
 

"Sorry, we started out on the couch." Trowa blushed as well
 

WuFei let out a deep sigh, "I didn't need to hear that"
 

"So how was it?" Duo asked
 

Trowa didn't respond.
 

"Come on, I told you about my first night with Heero. I know this wasn't your first time, but come on" he wined
 

Heero glared at him, "You what?"
 

"I'll tell you later."
"Let me just say that Quatre's skin felt very smooth under my lips."
 

WuFei covered his ears for a few moments, "I so didn't need to hear that!"
 

'Quatre's skin can't be smooth, not with those scars there.' Heero thought, "Quatre, take off your shirt."
 

"Okay." He removed his shirt, "I don't have any scars."
 

WuFei got out of his seat and ran to the Gundam hanger.
 

He ran into the hanger and stopped before his Gundam, "Nataku, you did that to Quatre, didn't you?"
 

<Yes>
 

"But why?"
 

<He did not deserve what happened to him. I am a spirit and spirits have tremendous power.>
 

"I don't understand"
 

<I used my power to remove all the scars from your friend's body. Only the physical ones, the mental ones he would have to take care of on his own.>
 

"Nataku, I'm still having a hard time understanding why you did it."
 

<He is one of your only friends, WuFei. You need all the friends you can get and he is one of the best ones you got.>
 

"Thank you, my dear Nataku" he walked out of the hanger.
 

When he arrived back at the house, Quatre and Heero had left. He looked at Duo, who was still stuffing his face, "Where'd they go?"
 

"They got a new mission. It's going to take at least five hours to drive to the base, but with Heero on the job they'll be back in no time."
 

~ ~ ~
 

Heero and Quatre were driving down a deserted road. Heero looked at his companion out of the corner of his eye, "Keep in mind, you may run into that soldier."
 

"I know. My physical scars are gone, my mental ones are fading thanks to you and the others."
 

"I wish mine were that easy to get rid of." He sighed
 

"What do you mean?"
 

The Japanese boy pulled the truck over and turned in off. He looked at Quatre, "About two an a half months ago, I went on a mission with Trowa. We were caught and this perverted man came into our cell. After debating for a moment, he picked me, the perfect soldier."
 

"You were"
 

"Yes and it proves you were really out of it. I have two scars on the upper left side of my body, from when that soldier cut me with a knife. Like you, he told Trowa, if he said anything he would take it out on me. I'm surprised you didn't notice when I got in the shower with you, but then again, I don't blame you for the state you were in."
 

"Do you remember what this guy looked like?"
 

He nodded, "He had short black hair and dark green eyes"
 

"That's him" Quatre gasped
 

Heero restarted the truck and continued to drive, "The same pervert."
 

"The others are coming, right?"
 

"Yes, they'll arrive an hour after our arrival to blow up the base. We'll get our information on their space takeover and get out."
 

The Arabian blinked, "But didn't Duo"
 

"Duo only got the info on the mobile dolls, the documents on the takeover did not save."
 

                    *                              *                              *
 

Heero and Quatre dashed toward the main computer room. Heero clacked away on the computer and Quatre searched the file cabinets.
 

A mysterious laugh sounded from the shadows of the left corner, "The perfect soldier and the angel"
 

Quatre started to shake, "Heero"
 

The man walked into sight and smiled at his most favorite victims.
 

"You" Heero snarled
 

"Now, now, if you don't obey, your friends will be killed"
 

'I don't think our friends would of gotten caught that easily, but we can't take that chance. I can't endanger Duo' Heero thought
 

"I think my toy for tonight will be the perfect soldier and my precious angel will watch the whole thing and you'll watch the last of your innocence fade away." He pulled out his gun and aimed it at the two boys, "Now get going!"
 

They walked down the hall and entered the room. The commander pushed Heero onto the bed, "You are so perfect"
 

Quatre coward in the corner. He looked at Heero through tear filled eyes, 'I'm sorry, Heero. I'm so scared.' He watched the soldier give Heero a kiss right on the lips, 'But I have to do something. For the sake of you and Duo, I have to try' he got up and lunged toward the  commander.
 

He pushed him off of Heero and brought the two of them to the floor.
 

"Wait awhile longer, angel and you'll get your turn"
 

The blond glared at him, "You won't do this to anyone else."
 

"I like your attitude." He stood up and aimed his gun at Heero, "The perfect soldier will now die"
 

"I won't let you!" Quatre tried to retrieve the gun
 

The man pulled the trigger and shot the blond in the chest. He smiled at the "fallen angel", "I guess angels can bleed a lot more than I thought." He walked towards Heero, "Now, I will continue my journey into you"
 

Suddenly the commander's body was cut in half. Heero looked over to the opposite end of the room, "Duo"
 

The American looked at the severed body, "Never mess with Shinigami or his friends." He looked at the Japanese pilot, "You alright?"
 

"Yeah, but help Quatre." He got off the bed
 

"Hey guys," WuFei called as he ran into the room, "we've got to get out of here." He looked at Quatre, "What happened?"
 

"I'll explain later, we've got to get out of here and get him to a hospital."
 

The Chinese pilot knelt next to Quatre. He removed his newly clean jacket and put it over the blond.
 

The pilot of Sandrock opened his eyes half way, "Sorry for dirtying your jacket again"
 

"Don't worry about it" he picked up his injured comrade and ran out the door toward the exit with Heero and Duo behind him.
 

They climbed into the truck and immediately drove off and set off the explosives when they were a safe distance away.
 

                    *                              *                              *
 

Trowa paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room. It had been a few hours since the doctor came and told them that Quatre was in recovery.
 

Heero looked at the longhaired boy, "So you guys weren't caught?"
 

"Nope. We had just barley gotten there. We ran into the security room and saw you guys on one of the monitors, so I just ran ahead."
 

"Thanks for coming after me and I owe Quatre my life"
 

"Excuse me." The doctor walked up to them, "Mr. Winner is out of recovery. I will escort you to his room, if you wish to see him. However, he's still unconscious."
 

Heero stood up, "We want to see him."
 

"Alright, follow me." She walked down the hall with the four boys close in toe.
 

They stopped before his room and she opened the door, "Here he is. You can stay as long as you like." She walked away after the four boys entered.
 

Everyone was silent, Trowa sat in a chair next the bed and took his hand.
 

Duo walked over to the other side of the unconscious blond, "Thank you for saving Heero. I know there's no way to make this up to you, but I'll do everything in my power to make this up. I promise"
 

'I'll do the same. I'll help you in any way I can, in exchange for my life.' Heero thought
 

Trowa took a small object out of his pocket and slipped it onto the blonde's left ring finger, "When you wake up, you will see this ring and after you recover we'll be together forever. I'll protect you for the rest of my life"
 

WuFei looked at the ceiling, 'Nataku, please watch over Quatre. Watch over him, long enough for him to live a happy life in peace with Trowa.' He looked at Quatre and Trowa, 'Let them have the happiness that we never had the chance to have. For as long as they live, please protect them, my dear Nataku'