This story isn't really gundam wing, but it doesn't fit much else. You might find some traits of the characters hinting towards the g boys, but they aren't. Enjoy. Criticism welcome on all scales.

Disclaimer: I don't own gundam wing or black cat or anything related to it (I used an idea from black cat, thats the only reason its in the disclaimer)

Even the strongest in the universe have some kind of weakness. What is it? How can it be used against them?

These questions come up frequently in wars, particularly in the world of the west. Here in this world, wars constantly rage. No one keeps a calendar anymore, they simply wait out the wars living the way they always have. Its how they know to survive. However, war is never ending in one region, the black forest. Two armies constantly clash, polar opposites and mortal enemies. Their lords repeatedly send wave after wave, beating each other to the ground, and then rising again to battle some more.

The saddest thing is that no one may leave this region. All must assist their respective lord or serve in the army. Children water the horses, women cook and repair clothing; men grow the crops, make the weapons, and serve in the army. In this time, women and children weren't allowed to serve as soldiers, only the men and young boys. A boy became a man at 16, and left to serve in the army. Boys left at 8-10. Almost nobody ever returned alive. It's been this way since the beginning of time.

When did I leave again? It's been so long, it's hard to remember. Two, maybe three years? Then again, I haven't been discovered yet. Yes, it was a forbidden act I committed; I enlisted in the army, even though I am unable to normally. These buffoons wouldn't know an imposter from a chipmink. Then again, none have minds anymore, their mission drilled mercilessly into their souls; kill the enemy, take no prisoners.

Why do I still have my mind? I truly don't know why, guess I was lucky. There are a few others who retain some portion of their former selves. I am the leader of our little group, the ice hawks. Since we're the most silent of the soldiers, we are given stealth missions constantly, mostly scouting but occasionally assassinations. There are five of us, with varying talents. Some call us ninja, others messengers or scouts. None of those names really suit us, I'd call us 'bringers of destruction'. Well, that at least applies to me.

I have no name, and neither do my partners. We simply use our numbers to identify each other. For instance, I am #13.. Since it's a pain to write down the numbers, they were branded upon our skin in foreign numerals, slightly below the shoulder blade.

Tonight would be no different from any other mission, or so we thought…

"Ice hawks, status."

"Proceeding towards target, no disturbances"

"Copy that 13."

"This is 41 here, nothing above the trees."

"56 checking in, nothing underground."

"15. I'm approaching the target, nothing yet."

"Copy that ice hawks. 02, report."

-crackling-

"02, report! 02!"

"zzz… huh, wah? Oh. 02 here. What's the problem?"

"…nothing. Proceed with mission."

"Rodger that chap."

"…who's got the migraine meds?"

Tonight we were after a precious object in the enemy camp. A sword what could cut the seas in two. In foreign culture, there was a story of a man who split the sea to allow convicts to escape. Impossible by normal means, this sword was what the world of the west's culture believed to be what actually split the seas.

"Hey, 13. Why so gloomy?" 02 appeared at my side, grinning broadly. I fought the idea of punching his lights out.

"Shut up. You're noisy." I hissed, catching him in one of my classic 'glares of death'.

"Yeeshie, trying to be friendly won't kill ya, ye hear?" 02 vanished among the trees, moving with the stealth of a leopard. I managed to keep a lid on my temper, but just.

When we reached the fortress, 02, 41 and 56 scouted the area, setting up traps to distract the guards from around the sword. 15 kept a lookout while I waited, a watch in the palm of my hand.

3…2…1…

BOOM

As the guards rushed past to where one of 02's 'homemade' cherry bombs had gone off, I sprinted to the complex, easily broke the lock, slipping inside.

"Infiltration successful."

"Good work 13. Keep going, and don't stop until that sword is in your possession."

"…mission accepted."

I knocked out a passing guard, taking his identification and uniform before stowing the unconscious man in a closet. I managed to find my way to the sword easily, following the blueprints of the building installed as a map in the contacts I wore. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the room.

"I came to relieve you. Boss' orders." The guard stared at me for a moment, then bowed, taking his leave. This couldn't have gone any smoother in my opinion. Turning to the sword, I gently lifted it from its display-

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!

"!" how naive of me, forgetting the idea of an alarm. Baka…

"13! What's happened?"

"Aborting mission, I have the sword. Retreating now."

"Hurry!"

I sprinted down the halls, towards the exit. Guards were coming from everywhere, the door was closing-

"Get moving slowpoke! I'll hold em off a bit!" 15 appeared at my side, his sword unsheathed and a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. I managed to roll under the door in time, tearing the uniform in process.

A strange mist had filled the halls, making it harder to see. I kept running, but for some reason… it was harder to breathe.

'…paralysis gas!' I struggled to the side of the hall, feeling for a window. Finding one, I flipped up, shattering it with both feet as I rolled outside.

Gasping for breath, I lay wherever I was, my limbs too heavy to move. The next thing I knew, the back of my head had erupted in agony, then blackness…

"Come in 13. 13, report. 13!"

Author's Note: I have the first four chapters made already, but I need ideas. thank you.