A/N: Long time reader, first time writer. Let's see where this goes!
Prologue
"Heero Yuy." He rolled the name over his tongue a few times, savoring the syllables while his mind tried desperately to make the association between the name and the boy. The latter proved to be more difficult then initially anticipated. He doubted that was the guy's real name. Heero, maybe. It was still a popular enough name on any colony. But definitely not Yuy. If he recalled his history correctly, the entire Yuy line was murdered decades ago.
Still the irony in the name was not lost on him and he had to chuckle.
Duo looked down at his watch. It was four thirty-seven in the morning and the day's warm ocean breeze had chilled a long time ago, causing his skin to goose-bump uncontrollably. He regretted not taking his sweater with him. The trek back had taken much longer then he had anticipated. Nothing had gone according to plan. The Alliance ship was there and he'd destroyed it easily enough. But then there was those O.Z. submersibles. They were tough and had put up a decent fight. He'd actually smacked his head in the cockpit when they first attacked. It caught him completely off guard.
Then there was that wonderful surprise, the gundam at the bottom of the ocean. It was a prize worth getting banged up for. That joy, however, was short lived. His interaction with Heero and Relena at the naval base left him mostly baffled. That guy was seriously going to kill her right there and then. No regrets. The quiet chitchat with Relena after Heero had tried to destroy the gundams filled in some of the gaps. They knew each other, at least in passing. And for whatever reason, she cared about Heero. He shrugged it off, leaving her with the most gravest of warnings: if Heero was the pilot of the mobile suit he had just tried to destroy, he'd eventually kill her.
"Why don't you kill me?" she asked, eyes fixed and unflinching. No fear.
Duo paused, dropping Heero's unconscious body on the dock. Fuck, he'd been difficult to fish out of the ocean all on his own. He stood, dripping wet and meet her unwavering gaze. He cracked a lopsided smile and for once she had the dignity to flinch. "You ain't my problem," he reached down for his gun, locked the safety in place, and placed the weapon into it's holster at his lower back. Besides, he'd just tried to save her from the other lunatic only a second ago. He said his goodbye and left.
He yawned. After leaving the girl with her would-be killer, he'd spent the rest of the evening scavenging the two gundams. It took him nearly all night, but he finally secured the two war machines in a relatively secluded stretch of beach. Howard's ship would be passing by at noon, at which point he'd have to haul both gundams out into open ocean for pickup. And he couldn't just leave Heero in the hands of the Alliance. Damn, he'd have to rescue that crazy fool too.
But right now, he needed to find something to eat because tomorrow was going to be a long day.