This fic was heavily inspired by Raihan's Happy Little Heero-chan. ^_^
Enjoy.
The boy was dressed in the concealing outfit of a priest. His hair was pulled back into a low braid which skimmed silently across the pristine white floor. Duo Maxwell lay sprawled unconscious on the hard metal examination table.
Professor G smirked at the long haired boy and readied a syringe with a clear liquid. His orders came from the head of the scientists, Dr. J. It was a new experiment that they were working on. If it worked it could save lives, if it didn't... Professor had to admit that he wouldn't greive over the death of the pilot of Deathscythe. The boy was only a common street thief afterall.
The syringe held years worth of work and finally it was time to test it. A cure of time, the solution would stop the aging process. They did not believe that it would make the subject immortal, only that they would continue to be the age they were when they received the solution. The subject should live a normal lifespan, only without the product of old age.
The scientists had chosen their subject carefully. To pick someone other than a Gundam pilot and have the solution work would be disasterous. A common man with unending youth would cause much chaos. They could have killed the subject afterwards, but were reluctant to take the chance. So that left only the pilots. Heero Yuy was expendable during the war, but he was the best pilot out of the five. There was the chance that the solution would have side affects and Yuy's skills would be needed the most to protect the peace.
The Winner boy was too important in society, his loss would not go unnoticed. The other two had family. That left the pilot of Deathscythe, the boy's skills were good, but he had always refused to take his missions seriously enough. He had no family and no one to miss him. He didn't have a future in the peace as far as Professor G was concerned.
The boy didn't object when the needle peirced his flesh and the syringe was emptied.
Duo slowly began to regain consciousness, his mind hampered by a sick feeling in his stomach. His eyes flew open as the feeling increased. Something was wrong. Something didn't feel quite right. His vision blurred and he inhaled in a single fierce breath. He felt his mind, his memories, the things that defined him as himself disected itself away from a long hidden part of his being and thrown into the far recesses of his soul. A nearly forgotten life began anew.
Professor G stared in mild shock as the gundam pilot was reduced to nothing more than a 5 year old child. Instead of stopping the aging process or immediate death, the solution seemed to have reversed the effects of time. "Well, this was not expected."
The boy was dressed in the concealing outfit of a priest. His hair was pulled back into a low braid which skimmed silently across the pristine white floor. Duo Maxwell lay sprawled unconscious on the hard metal examination table.
Professor G smirked at the long haired boy and readied a syringe with a clear liquid. His orders came from the head of the scientists, Dr. J. It was a new experiment that they were working on. If it worked it could save lives, if it didn't... Professor had to admit that he wouldn't greive over the death of the pilot of Deathscythe. The boy was only a common street thief afterall.
The syringe held years worth of work and finally it was time to test it. A cure of time, the solution would stop the aging process. They did not believe that it would make the subject immortal, only that they would continue to be the age they were when they received the solution. The subject should live a normal lifespan, only without the product of old age.
The scientists had chosen their subject carefully. To pick someone other than a Gundam pilot and have the solution work would be disasterous. A common man with unending youth would cause much chaos. They could have killed the subject afterwards, but were reluctant to take the chance. So that left only the pilots. Heero Yuy was expendable during the war, but he was the best pilot out of the five. There was the chance that the solution would have side affects and Yuy's skills would be needed the most to protect the peace.
The Winner boy was too important in society, his loss would not go unnoticed. The other two had family. That left the pilot of Deathscythe, the boy's skills were good, but he had always refused to take his missions seriously enough. He had no family and no one to miss him. He didn't have a future in the peace as far as Professor G was concerned.
The boy didn't object when the needle peirced his flesh and the syringe was emptied.
Duo slowly began to regain consciousness, his mind hampered by a sick feeling in his stomach. His eyes flew open as the feeling increased. Something was wrong. Something didn't feel quite right. His vision blurred and he inhaled in a single fierce breath. He felt his mind, his memories, the things that defined him as himself disected itself away from a long hidden part of his being and thrown into the far recesses of his soul. A nearly forgotten life began anew.
Professor G stared in mild shock as the gundam pilot was reduced to nothing more than a 5 year old child. Instead of stopping the aging process or immediate death, the solution seemed to have reversed the effects of time. "Well, this was not expected."