Summary: Hiiro yuy settles down and becomes a teacher to take care of a little female Duo jr. But now his world is about to get tossed up.
It has been many years since the last Great War and peace had finally truly existed amongst earth and the colonies. As remembrance of the significance of the peace and those who willingly sacrificed their lives for it, a colony was built on to the moon. On one part of the moon colony there is a place where all of the names of those who's lives were lost during the wars as well as those not known or those not found had a picture posted up in hopes to bury some part of them in a place where they will be remembered and worshiped as hero's for the rest of time.
Heero Yuy stood in front of the classroom. The students around him were hanging on his words, as he read from the book that he had assigned just a few weeks ago.
"It is hard at first to think of the true beauty and the true ugliness of wars. The emotional points through out it. Pride and joy that you are to protect what is so sacred to so many others like yourself. The feel that you are invisible when you have what is called a great leader. And then as the war carries on the fear as you watch those you know get killed right before your eyes with the powers of the machinery that is used for battle. It's hard for one to grasp the concept of how fragile ones life truly is. This statement is proven by the imamate case of the mobile suits that could be activated by a mere thought. So developed that just one alone causes far too many deaths to count." A familiar voice said
"So why did they use them if they were indeed so invisible?" Heero sighed as majority of the students looked around in discuss and tiredness. It was common for them to get a criticizer. A young reporter of some kind to report on war.
"Who said that…?" A hand rose a of the way in the back. "And you are?"
"Triton Bloom… the name given to me by my family." Heero stared. It was like his old comrade had came however word had it that 7 year after the last war. A former OZ leader had started to create trouble so a few of the forgotten hero's went yet again into battle to stop them. In doing so, they forfeit their lives to stop them except for Heero and Quatre. The two had thought, they all could take it and now Noin and Hilde are alone raising their kids and Catherine stopped the show business and started working as Quatre's secretary.
"Now… Mr. Bloom as to your question… I did not say nor read aloud that they were indeed invisible. I had just said they were so developed." The devoted students wrote the notes down in their books as the kid said
"But were they not invisible? I mean they were so feared by many so wouldn't that mean that…"
"No they were only fear by those would could not defeat them and/ or did not know some one who could." A new comer to his devotional studies asked
"Did you fear them, Mr. Yuy?"
"No?" another from the far back said
"Why not Mr. Yuy?"
"It has been awhile but… at one time I my self was a fighter…. I was one of the great pilots of the Great War time…. I in fact had piloted one of the… it was so long ago and now all that is left of those fighters from back then are ether off some where forgotten or dead…." Heero closed his eyes and thought back to their last reunion. Heero at the time was seeing Relena. Duo had married Hilde and were about to have their first kid. Noin and Zech's were on the fifth anniversary and had two kids with one on the way. They were going by new names and had Dr. J change their looks so they could live normal lives yet give the last war a great hero and heroin. Wufie was in the peace provision agency known as the 'proventors' with lady Uno and had published many books on the "WAR" topic. Trowa had went permanently into the circus business with his sister. Shortly after they had found out that they were indeed blood related. Quatre was still helping the building of the moon colony with Duo and Wufie.
"They are now part of the moon colony and the few books that one of them had put out. We had went into a normal life after the war… however …" he went dead silent the opened his eyes and said
"Now where were we….. Oh…. yes," Heero cleared his throat. His emotions on his memory of his comrades and good friends burned in his mind As he continued
"It is hard to think of those countless lives of those who had been brushed by death. And the countless more who was developed by it. There is one above all hero's who needs to have his story told,,, like the four others…" he stop dead. This had the same eyes and hair style as Heero's comrade Trowa Barton. However with his hair it was as if he had grown it out loaded with gel and combed it all forward to the style. Triton smirked and said
"Like the four other hero's, he was trained as a soldier. However unlike the other four the great gundam pilots, he had gone to the next level. He had created two of himself. One of them had been locked away with his emotion. He willingly sacrificed his life to protect the colonies… for what they stood for." The other one in the back walked forward. He had short hair style like Quatre's hair but with Duo's bangs." He said,
"In a time were it was to give a machine that would have hurt the colonies worse off, He blew his gundam up with himself still on it. " He lowered the book and said, "This had made me, A former gundam pilot, realizes that to give anything less then your best is to give up the fight before it even begins. In the time of battle all have to be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in order to receive true peace and with hold it in our grasp we can not give a second. Once of regret or with strain or all will be lost." Heero smiled and said
"Alright Class… time to clean up the room…. Homework would be to read the next three chapters and write an essay on what the homework and class reading meant to you. That is all class dismissed." With that he went into a black door by his class board the two boys followed him.
Heero sighed as he entered his office with the two young men following him. He gestured to the seats across from his desk. The office was as big as a large school gym. It was filled with books about war and military. In the far back by a large full wall window was a desk with two desk computers, three laptops, and a small book self of electronic modem hard drives. In the middle of the room was his desk. The whole room was so clean and straightened up that it almost looked as though it was just for decorations. They sat for a moment and then Heero said
"May I help you two?"
"Yes sir you already know my name and this is my …comrade SAMURU …."
"Don't tell me you don't recognize us?" Heero looked at them. The topic on his comrades always hit a raw spot since the last war. Even more so after their deaths. Heero said
"I'm sorry but I am very busy… I still have too much to do." With that with one powerful push he rolled to his desk In the back and started working on some small doll. Samura said
"Dude don't tell me you forget about us?" the man at work continued as though he couldn't hear. A soft calming breeze fill the room as Heero remembered that day. It had hit him hard…. Not only did he lose his comrades but also a very close friend. After ten minutes the two sadly left. After the door closed , he went to the window and stared blankly at the sky.