Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, or any other of the following characters. This particular storyline however, belongs to me.

Author's note: The following may turn suggestive and there are Yaoi themes. If any of these things both you, turn back. If these things do not bother you, please proceed and review the following. All thoughts are appreciated if given in the polite matter. (You can tell me this sucks as long as you don't say "This sucks".)

Warning: Due to the fact that most of the names in the prologue are actual words, it may be hard to understand what is going on. Remember, capitalization often denotes a proper noun. If the Life is capitalizied, I'm talking about the character. Understand? If this continues to be difficult for readers to follow, I may have to do something. If anyone has any suggestions on how to make certain sentences and such more readable, please let me know. If there are any questions concerning the Gods and such created for this fic, feel free to ask and I can leave notes at the tops of chapters to help explain. All fics and chapters are unbetaed.

Prologue

Recollections of Past

The world is said by some to be a beautiful place, one of love, life, and merriment. The world is also said by some to be a place of fear, hatred, and cruelty. Both views are true. For love, life, and merriment cannot be what they are if one does not know of fear, hatred, and cruelty. This is known by all beings, especially by Past.

Past sighed as he looked out upon the world in its turmoil. Earth was currently full of hatred, for War was at play as he usually was. Past knew all to well how War played. He gazed around the beautiful field surrounding his perch, knowing better than anyone that his fellow Gods and Goddesses never learned from their mistakes. The field he was in had once been a place Love played games with Life, but now that War had been through here Death stood alone. It would be a while before Rebirth would appear, but Time, as Past well knew, healed all wounds.

Past lifted his flute to his lips and Time flew from it, hanging off each magical note as lingering Death was carried away and Rebirth resurfaced in its place, restoring what War destroyed and Life danced merrily up and sat beside Past.

"I remember you," Life said with a smile, "You music plays whenever I return. I wonder how long it will be before Love returns to play."

"Love will be here soon," Past said, for he knew Love better than anyone, for Love lived in the past, "Fate always leads him back."

Life played with his long braid as he gazed up into the half-shadowed face of Past, "Fate is cruel, you of all people remember her."

"Fate is a woman no one forgets, most of all the Past," he sighed, "Destiny is far more forgiving."

Life smiled, "Life knows Destiny, and Death does too. I know him very well."

Past smiled, "As you should, for Destiny travels through life and finds Death at the end."

The smile Past held gave way, "And so does Fate. She leads us all astray to suit her means, only Rebirth escapes her."

Life's smile did not falter, "I know that too. For Life, Death, and Rebirth are one. What I know, they know, for they are me."

Love danced upon the scene and through the flowers to sit in the lap of the Past. Love brushed his hands against the Past's cheek, "Good morning, lover."

Past smiled down on Love, taking in the brilliant eyes and golden hair, as he always did and turned to Life. Life and scooted closer to entwine hands with Love. They sat to enjoy the peace of the moment, knowing that War and Fate would soon come again.

Destiny walked to them with purpose, for Destiny never went without reason. His disheveled hair hid his down-turned face from them. But even if they saw it, Destiny was a cold man and wouldn't have shown them what was troubling him. But they new what troubled Destiny, for only one being challenged his well-thought plans, and that being was Fate.

"Fate strikes again," Life said, upbeat as usual and pulling Destiny to sit beside him, "What has she done?"

"Wiped out this field," Destiny muttered, "I had big plans for those people, and all she does is stomp them out."

"Fate has a way of undermining Destiny," Past said, "And Judgment and Justice usually."

"No one hates her more the Judgment," Love says, "For Fate never seeks him out before making her decisions. It makes me uncomfortable being near him when things like this happen."

"That's because Fate never seeks Justice either. She plays her games to suit her pleasures," Past said. "It has always been that way."

They all feel silent as they thought of Fate. She haunted them all in the end.