Authoress' Notes: It's been forever since I've written anything for fanfiction.net I still haven't finished any of my other chaptered stories _ gomen. But this one is all written. I just have to go through and type it all up, and edit each chapter. Anyway, about the story. This is the prologue to something that's going to totally uproot Heero's character (I hope it does anyway). This first part is just very very basic and I hope you don't hate me for that!! It gets much better! I promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters within this story except for Callisto. She's mine. All mine. And there's nothing you can do about it. So nyah! And as for the characters I don't own- don't sue me! Poor college kid, you'll only get my debts _ all $50,000 of them!
Prologue
Heero stared out of the window, eyes glazed over, seeing nothing in particular. He was bored. Bored bored bored. He had come to realize that peace was boring. Even having the chaotic Duo Maxwell around didn't help much. The boy sighed at his own reflection. Was his purpose truly fulfilled when the war was over? When everything in the world seemed so right? He thought back to the time when he was under the instruction of Doctor J. He sure did drill the thoughts of obedience and war behavior into the scrawny boy.
"You are to become the Perfect Soldier," he remembered Doctor J telling him at age six, "but in order to do that, you must become a nobody. First, you have no name. I will call you 'boy' for now."
Heh. Heero couldn't remember his real name now. It had been spoken last too long ago. In any case, he didn't want to remember his name. It would only remind him that he was once a somebody to somebody. But not anymore. He was Heero Yuy, the copy of a great someone only by name. He was nobody.
He turned his focus to that of the landscape. He saw Duo, Quatre, and Relena swimming in the pool of their residence while Trowa laughed at them from the chair he had chosen to occupy.
"They made me soft," he whispered into the window pane, his breath fogging it slightly for a moment. "It's all their fault."
He decided that he wanted to hate them, but found that he couldn't. He was still having a hard time with emotions. He found inside him that he felt nothing towards the fellow pilots below. He didn't know how. He didn't know how to hate or even how to love. He just felt empty. It was this emptiness that was his home, for he had dwelt in it for over 10 years. It was all he had. It was all he could count on.
He tore his eyes from the window and back at his laptop where he continued typing where he left off. Several minutes later, a sopping wet Relena walked into the room. If he had any inclination of beauty, Relena would have been just that. Her in her light pink bikini top that clung to her like ceranwrap in it wetness and her darker wrap-around skirt in a pink floral design. The light bounced off her glistening skin in such a way as to make her seem almost angelic… if she wasn't dripping water all over the floor anyway.
"There you are Heero," her sultry voice floated through the air. "Aren't you going to join us down stairs?" Hopeful eyes beamed at him, "It _is_ a party after all."
He didn't want to go. "I don't feel like it."
"Oh! But how can you miss Quatre's birthday? He is only one of your closest friends!" Relena's words struck Heero like a gong and he recoiled. 'Friends. Hn. I don't even know what a friend is. The closest thing I ever got to a friend was Wing Zero.' He ground his voice into a single "no," and turned his back to the girl.
This act frustrated Relena. He just didn't have a clue to living life. "Fine. For right now. You will, however, Mr. Heero Yuy, join us for dinner, whether you want to or not." She made a point of shutting the door loudly without slamming it as she pattered back down to the pool.
This event caused Heero to start thinking about his life once more. He didn't like the conclusions he was coming to. It seemed to him that all paths led to self-destruction. But for some reason, he didn't want to end up with that conclusion. That confused him. Why won't he do something that he knew has the only logical thing to do? Why did he care about his life? Or lack of a life... He couldn't stand these thoughts, they made him feel weak. Weak.
He had to get away from them.
After closing down his computer, he threw himself onto his bed and fell into his home, the void. Thinking, feeling, hearing nothing. Soon after, this led to the slumber of the former Gundam Pilot.
Another A. Note: I don't like Relena x Heero… I don't think they make a good couple at all. _