I smiled as I came to the realization of having a name of my own.

Triton Bloom was the name given to me at birth. That's what Cathy told me. It's been so long since I've been called that. It's not mine.

Nanashi was the name given to me by the mercenaries. They raised me, but what kind of name is "nameless one?" It's not mine, either.

Trowa Barton was the name I assumed as a Gundam pilot. It belonged to a corpse, the real Heavyarms pilot. It's still not my very own name.

I wanted my own name. A name that I knew for certain was mine and mine alone.

Then you, Quatre, my little angel, came to me smiling and surrounded me with your arms. Without knowing my inner turmoil, or even that I was sad, you gave me a solution. You leaned up and kissed me on my earlobe and in a fit of possession, announced, "You're mine."

I returned your smile and agreed. Yes, that's who I am. What a lovely name. "I'm Yours," I said, looking at you, chuckling on the inside at your confused face. "Nice to meet you."