Please read this first!!!!!!! Hn........ lessee here...........as you all know, my name is Chibi Angel. At least, I hope you all know this....... N E Wayz, this is NOT my first Gundam fic but I will try to make it my best. Um.........this is AU, Alternate Universe, so things WILL be slightly tweaked. Just so you know.........in the manga, Episode Zero to be exact, it talks about how Heero was with Odin Lowe until he was about ten or eleven and then he went with Dr. J. I am tweaking this. Heero stays with Odin Lowe since he was about two years old until he was about maybe six or so. This prologue will be mainly flashbacks and memories kind of explaining a little bit the changed past. I will explain this more in detail in the author's note in the next chapter cause if I explain now it will give away this whole chapter............prologue I should say. So now that you know a little bit about the slightly tweaked alternate universe you may proceed to the main story.

Disclaimer: Only one I'm gonna make for this whole fic. I do NOT own Gundam Wing or any character in this story except for the ones I make up and I hope that you're smart enough to know who they are. Do not sue for I am not making any profit from this story and I'm currently broke so you'll get nothing. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my boring disclaimer rant.

Key:

"..." = talking

'...' = thoughts

italic text = memories or flashbacks

(parentheses) = author's comments

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~A.C. 182~

The little girl huddled back into the shadows hugging her knees to her chest. Her once frilly, pink dress was ripped and torn and dirty, her hands and face smeared with grime. Her large, clear blue eyes stared out unseeingly at the people walking by. Her once honey colored hair was filthy with dirt and grease and appeared a dark brown with all the filth. Her feet were torn and bleeding and she had a large gash that ran from her right temple to her chin. She appeared no more than two or three years old but she had seen things no child should see.

Her mind wandered back to a week ago, when her life had crumpled around her...

Mobile suits everywhere. Shooting. Fires. Destruction. Walls caving in. Death. She ran blindly through the building, searching for her mother, her father, her brother, anyone. She was lost. Her home had turned into a maze from the section that had caved in. A maze. Ever shifting and changing. She tried to towards the place where she knew her brother would be. The underground defense base. It was hidden and secret from everyone except the defense officers. The few that were there. The royal family had no knowledge of it. Her brother and herself had only found it because they had been exploring the passageways and had encountered the secret entrance. She ran as fast as she could. Only to find that when she got there she couldn't get in. The entrance had been blocked by falling rubble and there was no way she could possibly move it. She had to run away. Her parents were probably dead. She understood that. She would probably never see her brother again either.

She had to run away. If she stayed she would get killed. She was young, very young, but she understood so much already. She made her way through the huge building, planning on leaving through the back entrance. She was only a few feet away when a big piece of falling rubble hit her on the head. It wasn't enough to kill her, but it did leave a large wound on the side of her head. She felt like falling to the floor and sleeping. Not here. Not now. She had to get out first. She stumbled towards the door, somehow managing to remain conscious through the pain and weariness that tried to overtake her. She staggered out onto the courtyard and headed over to secret hole on the far side of the courtyard where she would be safe. She had found it not too long ago and had dug it out to make a sort of burrow big enough to lie down in. It was pretty deep underground so she assumed it would be safe there. She had made a lid out of a round piece of sod cleverly concealing the entrance to her tunnel with a trapdoor that made it look like the rest of the grassy courtyard.

She yanked up on the trapdoor and it opened easily and she crawled inside. Once inside, she turned around and carefully closed the trapdoor to conceal it from the outside world. She collapsed wearily on the soft velvety material of the rug she had brought here earlier as her mind began to shut down. Hazily, she hoped she would be safe here. The last thing her cloudy mind registered was the fear of never seeing her family again. Thankfully, that was the last thought she had as her world sank into darkness.

She awoke a few hours later with a splitting headache. The noises of battle were gone. It was strangely quiet out there. Dead silent. The only sound she heard was her own soft breathing and her heart beating steadily in her chest. A wave of fear overtook her. She braced herself against the onslaught of confused emotions. She would not cry. She could not cry. It wasn't acceptable. Slowly, carefully, she climbed out of the burrow where she had hidden for a while, out into a world drastically changed from what she knew. She cautiously walked around the debris everywhere and set off away from what had once been her home. She didn't look back.

The girl shivered against the cool night air. It was late summer and the night temperatures had begun to drop on account of the fast approaching autumn. Her eyes slowly came back to focus as she noticed a young boy of about her age standing in front of her. His deep Prussian blue eyes had a measuring look in them as they seemed to determine why she was here. The girl stared back with an equally calculating look as she took in his appearance. The boy was about her height, possibly a few inches taller. He had large Prussian blue eyes that might have made his face seem adorable if it hadn't been for the cold look in them. His unruly hair was a deep moss green, the dark brown strands seeming to stay wherever they pleased and stuck out in all directions. He was dressed simply in a pair of navy jeans, a dark green T-shirt, and a pair of black gym shoes. He held out his hand to help the girl up and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me," he told her, his voice unusually cold for such a little boy. The girl followed mutely.

The girl followed the boy to an abandoned warehouse where he led her down a corridor to a large room. Inside the room a man was sitting at a desk typing something on a laptop computer. The boy knocked on the open wooden door twice. The man looked up. "What do you want boy?" he asked gruffly. Then the man noticed the little girl standing silently next to the boy. He stood up and walked over to them. He kneeled down in front of the little girl. "Where'd you come from? Where are your parents?" the man asked the small girl. She raised her head boldly and replied unflinchingly. "My home was destroyed. My parents are dead. I have am alone." The man nodded. "Would you like to stay with us?" The tiny girl seemed to contemplate this for a minute before nodding. "Good. Let me tell you now though, you have to earn your keep. I'll teach you all I know, but you will have to work hard." The girl nodded twice. "Okay. My name is Odin Lowe. What's you name?" "Relena. Relena Peacecraft." Odin Lowe seemed slightly surprised at this but said nothing. "Kid, show her to a room and let her borrow some of your clothes for today."

The boy nodded and motioned for the girl to follow him. "What's your name?" Relena asked the boy. "I don't have one," the boy replied in a monotone voice. "Don't be silly, everyone has a name." "If I had one I don't remember it." "I see," Relena murmured. "I'll call you Heero," she replied decisively after a moment. "Why Heero?" the boy asked. "It just seems to suit you..."

Hn...........*looks over what she just typed*........that's it for the prologue. Please remember to read the author's note on the next chapter to clear up more of this messed up past. Please review if you want to read the next chapter. It wont kill you. Just click on the little gray button and leave a nice review that will only take up a few minutes of your time. I will *NOT* post the next chapter unless I have at *LEAST* five good reviews. Notice that I said *GOOD* reviews. I'm sorry that I have to make demands, but not getting any reviews means that no one is reading your story so why bother continuing it. So *5* *GOOD* reviews and I'll post the next chapter okay? K. Ja ne! ~ Chibi