The sun was shining brightly over a small town. The birds were chirping in the tree, just getting ready to head south for the winter. The leaves had begun to fall to the ground, covering the green in layer of red, brown and gold. But none of the children noticed such things, they were currently confined to school classes.

Just there outside of this small town stood Wing Academy; a private boarding school for children from all around the country. In this elite school there was one student in particular who's life would change for better or worse during his stay there. His name was Trowa Barton; a tall young Latino student with caramel hair that covered about half of his face and was cut short in the back. Under the hair were emerald green eyes that tended to draw people to him, as did his truly impressive ability to succeeded at anything he put himself to, he was the school's top student and one of their top athletes after all, but it was is standoffish personality and cold demeanor that made them keep their distance from him in the end.

Trowa just sat quietly in final class of the day, staring pointedly at the clock on the wall just above the chalkboard where Mrs. Harts stood talking about what he assumed had something to do with science. Mrs. Harts wasn't a really bad teacher or anything but her classes just seemed to drag on for forever.

Just five more minutes he thought as he watched the second hand of the clock tick closer to the 12. Out of corner of his eye he spotted the other students doodling, whispering and passing messages between each other whenever they thought Mrs. Harts wasn't looking. He smiled inwardly, he clearly wasn't the only one ignoring Mrs. Harts. The said teacher then turned and put down her chalk. Finally! He closed his book, silently slipping it into his bag and waited for her to say the magic words.

"That's all for today." She said, but not before adding. "We will continue where we left off tomorrow." Trowa thought he heard a few groans of dissent but the sound of the bell ringing drowned them out. He stood with the rest of the class, slung his bag over his shoulder and walked briskly out of the classroom, eager to leave as fast as was possible. He had somewhere to be today.

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Surprisingly it wasn't that cold for October, he let the wind blow his bangs around as he headed for the dorms. A group of girls giggled and blushed as he passed them on his way up to his dorm, not that he really paid them any mind. His room was at the end of the hall on the third floor of the dorms. When he reached it he pulled out a small silver key, put it in the keyhole and unlocked his room. His dorm was almost depressingly basic. It was small with dull blue walls, a single bed in one corner and against the back wall was a wide desk covered his numerous books, pens and papers. Surrounded by the mess of objects was what Trowa was here for, his laptop. With a sigh he closed the door behind him, placed his bag to the floor and moved to collect it. It had been a present from his parents so that he could stay connected to them and also for research when Trowa had told them how slow the school's computers were, he used it for most things. He grabbed it and put it into the backpack that was waiting on his bed before going to the closet to get his skateboard. Where he was going was bit of a distance and walking would take too long. Now with everything he needed he left his room and headed back down the stairs.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs a humorous scene caught his eye. Under a tree stood Heero Yuy currently being harnessed by Relina Darlin; the principles daughter (nothing new there). Heero was another of Wing's sports stars and was a lone wolf much like Trowa himself. He was of Japanese decent and had dark messy, brown hair and sharp cobalt blue eyes. Unfortunately for Heero, Relena seemed to have taken an extreme fancy in him the minute she had seen him and would not take no for an answer to being her boyfriend. Though as much fun as it would have been to see Heero be tortured by the spoiled princess, he really had to get going. He put down his skateboard and pushed off on it, headed for his destination as fast as he could. The old abandoned factory

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He slowly came to a halt on his board when he came to blocked off entrance to the factory. He picked up his board, glanced around just to be sure he was alone and then ducked under the barrier. Before he could be spotted by anyone he ran into the factory. He ran until came to stench of concrete stairs which had massive gap in them. It was a wide enough that even the best of jumpers couldn't have made it. Trowa glanced up at the three metal cables that dangled from the ceiling only slightly closer to his side of the gap. With his skateboard still under his arm he backed up then ran forward with a flying leap, grabbing one of the cables as he did. He used it to swing smoothly to the opposite side of the stairs, landing with only a small grunt of effort. He allowed himself a small smirk of satisfaction at his success before he went the rest of the way down the stairs and headed for an old service elevator. He pressed one of the buttons to send the elevator downward.

As he descended he thought about how he had found this place. Getting mad and kicking soccer ball around here hadn't really been one of his best ideas, which reminded him that he hadn't even found the said ball yet. He waited patiently for the elevator to reach the right floor and put his skateboard in his bag when the elevator doors opened. Trowa walked into what he called the power room. In the center of the room was a large panel, there was also a lever that would start up the main computer that was in another room.

The last time Trowa had been here he had realized some of the wires were missing pieces, while others were just cut in places. It had taken him a bit but today he was confident he could get the computer up and running. He just had to connect the last two or three wires and he could turn it on. He moved to panel and pulled the correct wires together and taped them carefully together with electrical tape before covering the panel properly and heading the large lever. The lever was at shoulder hight so it was a simple thing to pull it down and watch as the lights came on everywhere in the room and hear the hum of several generators starting up. He smiled when he saw that it had worked. Trowa then headed back the elevator and pressed another button this time to take him down further into the facility. The doors opened again and his walked into another room with another large computer with a chair in front of it. It seemed as if the computer and the chair had a mechanism that would let them move together and around the room if needed. Trowa walked over and spun the chair so that it lined up with computer screen before sitting down on it. He didn't hesitate to press a small round button that caused the screen to light up. Then the screen suddenly turned a navy blue color and small pages code and programs came up that Trowa had never seen before in his life. It was both amazing and surprising that he understood any of it. Suddenly a new window appeared taking up most of the screen. It looked like a kind of wed cam link or something of the like. The background of it was black but there on what Trowa assumed to be the floor was a young boy curled up in the fetal position. The boy was unbelievably beautiful.

His hair was a light gold blonde cut short like a bright halo around his head. His skin was almost as pale as snow making the boy seem fragile, almost delicate. His size didn't seem to challenge that thought either. He looked thin and lithe from, he also looked like he hadn't worked a day in his life. This beautiful boy seemed to be about Trowa's age maybe even a bit younger. He was dressed in white pants and white long-sleeve tunic that was held close to his waist by a tight belt made of dark, gold colored fabric. The tunic was fairly low cut so Trowa could easily see a shining silver chain around the boy's neck. Trowa inhaled sharply when the boy suddenly moved. Ocean blue eyes fluttered open, and in less then a second Trowa was captivated by them. An Angel was the only thought that filled Trowa's mind.

The small boy sat up, leaning slightly on his left arm. Slowly, timidly even, he looked around him as if he had not the slightest clue where he was. The boy sat up further onto his knees and then stood completely to look around again. He seemed to look right at the camera or window that Trowa was look at him through. Ever so slowly the angel walked over to the screen and looked directly at Trowa, tilting his head ever so slightly in confusion.

"Hello?" Trowa said it softly, not sure if the boy could even hear him.

"Who are you?" The small boy asked in equally soft tone, obviously somewhat afraid of Trowa. "And what am I doing here?"