Prologue

Hey! This is Lady Serena. Thank you for taking an interest in my story. Here's a little background information:
This is a fanfic done for Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing. Gundam Wing is the story of 5 teenage guys with minor mental problems who pilot Gundams. They are Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, and Chang Wufei. These Gundams are your typical anime "Huge Robots That Beat The Ever-Loving Crap Out Of Everything". Sound interesting? You can bet yer ass!

For a more in-depth look at this series visit http://endlessdedication.tripod.com/

This Fic takes place about a year and a half after Endless Waltz. The Earth and Colonies are at peace and all is pretty much well. The pilots share a house in Tokyo, Japan because it seemed like a nice place to be. In this city, a 17 year-old girl is in her last year of high-school. She, Serena, is an orphan, cared for by her grandfather's family on the L4 colony. She is plagued with mental problems, as she and her parents were in a particularly gruesome car wreck and her parents were killed. She was old enough to remember it all. Serena has many talents as well as unusual and mysterious gifts. Unfortunately for all of them, indeed all the Earth and Colonies, a distant evil is stirring, and only one person knows and can help save the world because of her mysterious gifts...

WARNING : Some of the original characters are missing, sometimes the characters will be out of character. There is some adult language and there might be a couple of adultish scenes. ^O^ (limes or snogging) This fic also switches between the experiences of the 2 main characters, Serena Thompson and Duo Maxwell, (in that order) so don't get confused. If you can't tell who it is that's talking, don't worry. It will make itself apparent, eventually...

And now, as Trowa says: "Don't worry, this will be the best performance you have ever seen."

Ja Ne! Happy reading!
Lady Serena ;* ^^;

P.S. - This fic was originally written for Kat's Story and Poetry Lair: Sorika's website. I decided to revise it and put it up on ff.net because it's, well, my pride and joy! This is actually my second fic, and Heero's Angels is my *counts on fingers* fifth. Kami only knows how many times I will have to revise this... It writes itself I swear and everything gets all... smegged. As for the main character's name: This is not a self-insert. I repeat: This is _not_ a self insert. Thank you.

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Discliamer: My apologies to Bruce Campell. I own two things: Jack and shit. Jack left town.

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A plane flew overhead. It circled a dark structure in the distance once, and dropped something. The sky exploded in a blaze of red and orange light. A small car swerved sharply and hit a 6 foot thick concrete barrier head-on.
Screeeechhhh... Boooommmm!!!
A small 9 year-old girl emerged from the wreckage of the car, her left arm hanging limply by her side. She was covered in scratches from the shattered glass, and bleeding from a cut on her head. She groped her way towards the front passenger door to ask her parents what happened and to see if they were OK. When she managed to get the door open, she saw the mangled and bloody bodies of her parents. She cried out, she knew her life had changed forever.
She sank to the ground and retched. When she came to her senses, she moved away from the car because she knew it would explode. She couldn't say how she knew, she just knew. She was 20 feet away when the car exploded and sent the fuel-fed flames into the still orange sky. The blast knocked her off her feet. She hit the ground and moaned, she could feel the darkness coming to embrace her when she Saw a figure. A man, clothed in the darkness, was before her. He smiled with his blue eyes - Shinigami. Shinigami would rescue her, he would save her, she knew it...
She passed out with a smile on her face.

In Block 5 of a mental ward, a girl with dark hair and dark violet eyes woke up from an old, painful dream. She screamed "Shinigami!!"as she scratched and bit herself in punishment for the Seeing. The nurses came in to subdue her and strap her arms to the bed. It was the 3rd time that night, the 10th time that week. She had been in and out of various institutions since her parents had died 5 years ago. A pity, they said. Such a pretty girl, they said, with great possibilities, if only she was sane. She had her good days, you could tell because she would sing like an angel all day long and be cooperative and nice to the other patients. On her bad days, she would retch on purpose, refuse to eat or sleep, and injure just about everyone around her. Such a pity, they said. The girl screamed and cried out for her "Shinigami".