i "Listen... who are you? What are you? Don't you know who you are?" /i

...... Nani ...?

i "Who are you? Where are you going?" /i

I don't know! Who am I... who AM I??!

i "Who are you? You know deep inside." /i

I can't remember! Tell me! Someone just please tell me! Please.....



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I wake up in the middle of the night, rubbing my hand against my forehead. Dear Kami-sama, that was terrible. Glancing around, I can see the same old, same old. This shelter/hospital place is almost annoying now. . . After 8 years it gets irritating. Maybe that's why I had the dream, besides the fact I know nothing about myself. Well, I don't know anything about my past.

Dr. Johnson walks in, his metal claw for a hand clicking away as he approaches my bed.

"Tokyo. You must stop letting dreams enter your mind while you sleep."

"Hai, doctor."

I don't look at him, I can't bear to. This place is a prison, I want to smirk at him, throw a punch and see if I can't break his glasses or something. . . but this training they put me through, won't let me.

I used to be JUST an amnesiac, but then Doctor Johnson brought me here. To the place I'm supposed to call 'base'. He 'believes' I was about 6 at the time I first arrived. I wheedled him alot when I first came, before I got smart. And then I shut up and just took the training. He calls me Tokyo, 'cause he found me there. In Tokyo. Though I don't look Japanese.

I think he lies to me.

I did some research on my laptop once, Tokyo Rose. She was in the World Wars, did you know that? A traitor to her country. I sometimes wonder if Doctor Johnson likes me, he named me after such an awful lady. . .

"What did you dream of, Tokyo."

My dream's fuzzy now, and forgotten.

"I dreamed of nothing, Doctor."

Lies... I lie too much.. Why can't I just fight this cold shell? What happened to me, I know I didn't act like this before... Wait. How can I know. This is how I've always been.

"How can you dream of nothing and wake up screaming."

"Someone was questioning me, Doctor. "

Like you are now.

"About what? Your missions?"

Of course not you Dolt, I will myself to say. I don't say it.

"Iie Doctor, about my past."

Tell him to go fuck off, it's not his business...

"I see. Sleep Tokyo."

Iie! Don't leave the door open!

He's leaving, he's shutting the door, almost like he heard my inner thoughts. My silent struggles. I lay back, under the neat white blankets, staring at the clean white ceiling. White. Everything's so white. When I get out of here. . . . My house will be all black, and dark. I love the dark, the light scares me. Don't know why. Don't bother questioning. I'm getting sleepy now...

Very sleepy.

Doctor Johnson.... must have.... poured sleeping gas... in th-- ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzzz.....



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I'm waking up again, my eyes are tightly closed.

"Tokyo, wake up Tokyo."

Let me sleep you asshole.

"That was an ORDER you ungrateful bitch."

ITAI! The bed's flipped over, and I barely flip out from under the covers and escape being smushed beneath the metal frame. I'm in a crouch, head lowered, eyes closed. No one's ever spoken so harshly to me, nor has anyone woken me up before the other students/prisoners.

I slit my eyes open, glancing up slowly without noticibly moving my head. There's a tall man infront of me, he's got long blonde hair, a silver blonde almost... and he has a helmet on. Who? Who indeed. Zechs Marquise, the Lightening Baron...

More awake, I sniff the air. Smoke, blood, burning bodies... The Academy's been attacked by OZ! And this man's leading the attack!

I hear someone ask if maybe I fell asleep again and then I move, hurling my body forward towards Zech's legs and knocking him flat on his back, his air rushing out from underneath that ugly helmet. I place my hands on his shoulders, then use him to flip forward, off him and over him. I dive under someone's hand and then slide between another soldier's legs.

Somehow I get to my feet, and begin to run. Only I'm surrounded by fire. Did I exit my chambers through the wrong door? No! I didn't! They've killed everyone. . . And I'm stuck. I walk towards the fire slowly, angry with myself and the others. I can't fight these OZ soldiers. Why didn't Doctor Johnson DO something? He could have stopped them!

A heavy hand falls onto my shoulder, then gloved fingers dig into my flesh. It hurts, but I don't flinch, say anything, or do anything to acknowledge this person's presence.

"All this for a child, Commander? Are you sure this is right?"

I'm NOT just a child, you whore.

"The important thing is we've got her. Did you get her Gundam?"

They TOUCHED my Gundam? My Precious Sapphire Tears? THEY TOUCHED HER?

"It's been loaded up and sent back to the base. Is she okay?"

Omae o korosu!!! BAKA!

"She's a trained soldier, she's probably just accepting the fact she now works for OZ."

I'll NEVER work for OZ! I am a Gundam Pilot! I may have no past, I may wear this icey mask, but I am a GUNDAM PILOT!

"Hey honey, let's go now, okay?"

This awful woman, I look at her as she slips her hand into mine. Lucrezia Noin. Whore. I don't respond to her other than to look at her eyes. I can see myself in them, I look so scary, I try to be intimidating now. She shivers, and then pulls her hand away, backing up.

"Noin, don't be frightened..."

Oh yes Noin, don't be frightened. Be afraid for your life.

"But her eyes Zechs... so empty... "

Empty like hell, I can see you, can't I?

"She's just.. unemotional. This is definately Doctor J's work. Look how she holds herself, proud little thing, isn't she? And the way she keeps her face devoid of expression, her eyes blank, she's a real soldier. A miniture trooper."

And I thought the ass was complimenting me. A miniture? If only HE knew. I AM a soldier! I am a Gundam Pilot! Why isn't he scared? Isn't the Gundam Wing giving him hell?

Noin nods, taking this all in before kneeling down next to me and staring at me, eye to eye. Gutsy chit, isn't she.

"What's your name, kid?"

"........" I can't answer, I don't have a name!

Zechs looks to me now, pushing Noin to the side slightly.

"What is your code name and number, pilot."

"Tokyo Rose, Pilot of Gundam 00."

"She's so quick. The training must have been gruesome on her."

Damn you bitch, I can talk for myself. Ask me how it was! How much it hurt! I'm RIGHT here.

"Come, Tokyo Rose."

Don't command me like a dog... I'm a person. I am.

My feet carried my along, to follow Zechs like I was a puppy. When he stopped, I stopped, I was so trained... My eyes didn't stray for too long while we walked out of the firey building. I didn't wince, but I was screaming inside. The smell of those burning bodies, the fires... it all hurt! I noticed Zechs and Noin had gas masks on, they couldn't smell this stench.

Suddenly I was lifted up into the air, and then placed into a seat, a seatbelt being clipped around my waist. The humming of the helicopter was notable. I was falling asleep again. The world was a daze... why. The heat. I couldn't take the heat.

i "Come on Tokyo. Do it. Adapt." /i

I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as my hair seemed to disappear, I mean, it was touching my back or shoulders any more. I heared startled gasps, felt the stares, knew they were scared of me. Be scared, oh yes, be very scared.

"Did you see that? Her hair just turned black! And her skin! It's darker!"

Mmmm.... I smirk and then slip off into a pleased sleep. I had no disturbing dreams that night.