Little Angel

Black-Angel-001: good morning loyal readers!!!! you guys had better appreciate the fact that i'm up at ungodly hours writing for you. this is my first ever gw/sm fic so lets all give a big cheer for me!!!! silence. a cricket chirps that's okay, i didn't feel like a cheer anyway.....so, getting on with it. if you want to know why my 'cherries and dragons' fic is off, i have a simple explanation. screwed up somehow. now, lets continue!

Disclaimer: Do I really own GW or SM?.....hm...I think I do, I don't think I do, I don't think I think I do, I don't think I think. Well, that answers that question.

Little Angel Chapter 1

A young girl with silky blonde hair and stunning crystal blue eyes laughed loudly in joy and amusement. She stood waving at a boy with messy dark brown hair, calling him to her.

"Heero! Heero, c'mon! Come see the roses!" she called merrily.

Heero took a step toward the woman, then another and another. But no matter how fast he walked, or how many steps he took, the beautiful goddess only seemed farther away.

Still she called. He ran now, panting. The bright, sunny day became dark, cold. No longer did the maiden laugh her crystal laugh nor did her eyes shine. Instead they became filled with terror. A black shadow appeared and began engulfing her.

Heero ran faster, trying to make it in time to save her. She screamed, a sound that would always remain with him.

He fell into a pit of darkness and couldn't get out....

Yuy Heero woke with a start, his Pursian blue eyes darting around the room. Relaxing enough to realize it was just a dream he got up, slipped on a pair of jeans and walked to the mirror to study his reflection. His face was pale and tear-stained.

"So this is what the Perfect Soilder has been reduced to," he muttered, pulling a t-shirt over his head.

Walking down a long flight of stairs gave him time to think.

'It's been eight years already, so why haven't I forgotten her?' he asked himself.

Eight long and fairly lonely years. Nothing too diffrent there. His life had always been lonely and empty. The only diffrence between now and then was that his heart ached.

Heero forced himself to come back to reality. Closing in on the kitchen his nose smelled eggs, bacon, and pancakes. His ears heard a mixture of screaming, threats, and laughter. He shook his head, sighing.

Days, mostly morning were only interesting because of two people.

Pushing open the swinging French door, Pilot 01 was greeted in the usuall manner. Duo Maxwell running around trying to get away from Chang Wu fei who chased Duo with his beloved katana.

"Hey, c'mon Wu-man! Where's your sense of humor?" laughed Duo before ducking another swing of the deadly blade.

Wu fei's face turned from red to a deep crimson.

"MAXWELL," screamed the Chinese boy, "how many times must I tell you...."

" 'Stop calling you Wu-man'," finishe the cocky American, "how many times have I heard that before?"

"Then why do you keep this up?" asked a worn out Quatra.

Both soilders stopped. Duo thought for a minute then grinned.

"Easy, I like to annoy him to no end."

The chase began again. This time when Duo ran by him, Heero used quick movements to grab and give a hard jerk to Duo's long chesnut braid. A cry of surprise and pain errupted from Duo.

Forcing his comrade to his knees. Heero pointed the barrel of his .35 Magnum right in the middle of Duo's forehead.

"Enough or I'll kill both of you," Heero stated in montone.

Wu fei muttered about injustcie but nonetheless returned his weapon to his side. Duo stood after being released, nursing his hair and scalp.

"Good mornin to you too," grumbled a hurt Duo.

Trowa Barton sat silently at the table , his deep green eyes as emotionless as ever. Heero saw him trying not to smile.

Quatra Winner bustled around fixing plates of food and at the same time tried to keep heads from rolling. Heero had to feel a little pity for the gentle pilot.

Even Quatra was still struggling with the truth....... Heero turned on his heel, leaving the room.

"What's up with him?" asked Duo who sprayed a bit of eggs in 03's face.

Wiping his face with a little disgust, Trowa just sat there thinking. Finally, he said something for the first time that month.

"He just needs some time to clear his mind and get his act together."

Quatra and Wu fei stared at Trowa with a bit of surprise and wonder but Duo, being himself, spew a mouthful of food into Wu fei's face. Again, the two raced around the kitchen.

In the garden of the Winner mansion, Heero found himself walking in a sort of dreamlike state, slowly making his way to the roses. A soft wind tossed his hair and shirt giving the feeling of a gentle, loving caress. Starring at the many multi-colored flowers Heero absently touched the delicate silky petals of a red.

"Heero, did you know that the meaning of flowers depends on what color they are?"

The musical voice seemed so real that he almost answered. But that would be silly, talking to a phantom voice.

"Pretty aren't they?"

Heero was so startled he forgot to conceal it. Turning to his left he saw the owner of the voice.

A little girl.

The child stood starring at a patch of light pink roses, that were the same shade as her hair, totally unaware of anything but the simple beauty of nature. Her blue and red sailor outfit seemed fit for her. Without realizing it he inhaled sharply. This girl's hairstyle coned ondago buns and pigtails reminded him of HER.

Bunny.

Heero mentally slapped himself. The kid probably has nothing to do with Bunny so don't jump to conclusions. scolded a Chibi Heero in his mind.

"Who are you?" demanded Wing Zero's pilot.

The child turned her startling ruby eyes to him for a few seconds before returning to the plants.

"Depends on watcha wanna call me," was her simple decleration.

Heero felt like he was pllaying a game, unwillingly, with Duo. Heero wasn't in the mood for games.

"You're real name."

She turned her face to him, seriousness written all over her child-like features.

"Kami, that looks a bit like me," thought Heero.

"What's yours? I don't wanna tell someone who works for them," she shuddered openly,"just to be taken away again."

'She means this,' he groaned. 'I don't want to use my real name so..'

"Yuy Heero," he heard himself say. 'Shimatta,' he cursed silently.

The no-name girl looked surprised, then pleased, then suspicious.

"The Gundam pilot?" came the cautious question.

Heero grunted his reply. She understood. Bending down, the pink haired wonder picked up a black ball with kitty ears and an antena. Heero saw it also had a kitty face with a strange cresent mark. Bouncing the toy a few times, pink smoke clouded his vision for a moment. It cleared and there she stood not with the toy but a thick folder.

"How did..."

She cut him off, reading the words on the white paper.

"Yuy Heero, born in Japan, parents and true name unknown. Pilot 01 of Wing Zero, trained and raised by Dr.J," she finished.

Heero's mouth hung open, wondering how she got that information. She probably had more. He mentally slapped himself for the second time that day. He really needed to stop hanging out with Duo. A childish voice snapped him from anymore thoughts.

"Will you help me?"

Such an innocent question.

"Your name."

A frustrated sigh.

"I'm Bunny."

Heero felt like the entire world came crashing down on him. No way could it be a coinsedence. But...that hairstlye, the attitude, the facial expressions, everything like her. His rabbit.

"I don't believe that," he said very slowly.

"Bunny" shrugged as if to say she didn't care if the solider did or not. A starring contest insued for what seemed like forever. Finally the girl reached into a pocket, pullled out a very worn envelope. Holding it out to him, she waited for Heero to take it. In neat writing on the front was his name. He had to resist the urge to snatch it.

Tearing it open he read the letter once, three times, ten times, hoping the words would change or that both the paper and the kid would simply disapper. He mentally pinched himself thinking it might help. No such luck. The pink haired, red eyed kid still stood there waiting, and the piece of paper still in his hand saying the same thing.

Heero, I trust you to take care of her...please don't let her be harmed...I won't be able to see you later....she's my little angel...help her...

The writing was definatly hers-no one could forge it even if they tried. Heero couldn't help but smile at the little picture of a rabbit making a peace and love sign. Moisture came to his eyes.

"She had been alive...for eight years but didn't try...," he mumbled.

Bunny gazed at him sympathetically.

"Mamma couldn't come 'cause of what the bad man did to her. I was able to get out because of Luna P," she stated while holding up the ball.

"If I believed any of this, and I doubt I do, who do I protect you from? The world?"

Suddenly Heero felt angry about the whole situation. After eight years of thinking his Bunny was dead it turns out she had been alive. And as if that wasn't enough, she'd had a child! Whose it was she didn't say.

Glaring at little Bunny, Heero saw tears streaming down her face and her nose was running. Regret surged through him. He hadn't meant to make the girl cry. He couldn't blame the kid for anything, or her mother. He got ready to say something but was cut to the quick.

"M-mamma said that I s-s-shouldn't cry," sobbed Bunny, "but h-here I am, doing ex-exactly that. She told me to be a bi-big g-gi-girl."

She wiped her nose with her sleeve. What Bunny wanted more than anything was her mom to hug and kiss her. The only problem with that being the fact that she didn't have a mom anymore. She had no one to love her. This thought created more tears and heart-wretching sobs.

Heero stood dumbfounded. What should he do? He knew how to pilot a Mobil Suite, knock out or kill a person in one swift move, and take down an entire rebellion force by himself. But children...that seemed to be a mission he did not want accept any time soon. Yet he had been forced to.

A yell of "What the...?" made both Heero and little Bunny turn. And there stood Duo, his mouth ajar.

"Heero," cried the self-proclaimed Shinigami, "what did ya do to the kid?"

Now Heero had to be surprised....again.

Black-Angel-001: okay, that took me all night, er, morning to finish. it is now 4:02 and i am going to bed! hope you enjoyed it and i am going to try and repost "cherries and dragons". oh and just so ya know, a few stories that i'm gonna post aren't mine. they belong to sailorcardcaptor2000, a very good friend of mine. review! please! (i know the dream thing is corny but please, work with me here)