Remembrance

by Shuri 'in a world of black and white

The true heroes are the ones no one remembers. Nobody remembers her pain, her scars, her demons. Nobody knows of the battles she fought. But he will, if no one else does, because she saved him from himself in the darkest hours of the night.

1. Prologue

I'm really sorry if I just caused any confusion: I'm re-posting this story because I was having some technical problems with it. I haven't changed anything in the story, except for the latest chapter that I just added. Many thanks to my readers who have reviewed/added this story to their favorites, and I am so sorry I had to delete all of that. Again, thank you!

Well it's been a long, long time since I last wrote anything... but here I am, back again.

I do not own the series, or the characters, or anything at all. I do own this story, however. And I really hope you like it. (Reviews are VERY much appreciated...)

This series will be heavily laced with angst, deaths, profanities, and reference to sex in later chapters. You've been warned.

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Yzak Joule still remembers clearly the day the Second War ended.

The entire world remembers clearly the day the Second War ended. Everybody had lost something in one of the two wars. Some lost more than others, but there was not a single being whose existence was completely untouched by the tragic wars. The entire world had watched the last battle closely, knowing that their lives, all of humanity, could be extinguished.

The entire world remembers how the Orb army, led by the famous Archangel and Eternal, had risked everything to stop the annihilation of humanity. They remember how bravely Kira Yamato and Athrun Zala –the Freedom and the Justice- had fought, side by side. They remember Lacus Clyne's speech that opened their eyes to the real nature of the Destiny Plan. They remember how Cagalli Yula Athha had stood firmly with the founding beliefs of Orb. They remember the Destiny, the Impulse, the Legend.

They do not remember the countless lives that bravely fought their own battles. They do not remember that without these little battles, none of the glory of those heroes would have been possible.

They do not remember that each GOUF, each ZAKU, carried a pilot with a life just as amazing as those war heroes'. That each of these pilots had their own stories, legends that the world will never remember.

But he remembers.