Chapter One: It begins.... Act One: The Messenger By Knuckles19{Bear with me folks. Romance is not my forte}

It had been some time since Heero Yuy had to do any fighting. It had been a year since he last cheated death. He sat in his comfortable chair in the lounge of his new residence with Releena at his side. They were enjoying a silent evening reading their favorite book, War and Peace. Heero was engrossed in the book, except for when he was hypnotized by the glare of Releena's eyes. He would often slip away from even the most intriguing book to stare into the eyes of his lover. It became a habit that was becoming more frequent as the big day drew near. In one month, Heero Yuy and Releena Peacecraft were to be married. All of the guests, including foreign dignitaries and Heero's old comrades, had already confirmed that they were coming. This was the life that Heero and Releena had longed for. A life away from the troubles and sorrows of war and politics. Unfortunately, Releena's duties as a, as Duo would put it, "Government dude" would not halt, so she had to return to the office for days on end.

Heero gazed up from his book and gazed deeply into Releena's eyes. "I love you." He said as he had done many times before, and she gave her answer "I love you too." Heero dropped his book and gave Releena a long passionate kiss, holding for five minutes before having to come up. He looked at Releena once again. He sometimes wondered how they ended up together after Heero himself had tried to kill her in the past. He didn't know, but he didn't care. He was determined to keep her alive ever since she had evaded death. The incident with Vincent was long since passed, but ever since Heero was always at Releena's side. He even sat through meetings as her personal bodyguard. It bothered her at first, but he always said "Don't worry. It's not my will to die." This comforted her at times due to all of the previous brushes with death.

Heero returned to giving his lover a kiss, but the moment was lost as the doorbell rang. "Hold those lips, I'll be right back." She loved his little attempts to say romantic things, but she couldn't help but giggle at some of his little remarks. Heero opened the door and saw a young man in his mid-teens was standing wearing black shorts and a green shirt. He was amazed at the resemblance to himself a few years ago. "Umm.....can I help you?" Asked Heero. The young man took a look at Heero. "The perfect soldier, I presume?" Heero flashed to attention. Nobody had called him that in a great deal of time, and only a handful of people knew he had this title. "Who are you?! What do you want?!" Heero asked in a stern tone. The young man drew an envelope from his pocket. "This is for you. Mission complete." The young man said as he stepped back. Heero looked at the envelope. It had no markings on it. "What's this? What the?" When Heero looked up from the envelope, the teen was gone. Heero opened the letter, and read it's contents. "Oh great......how am I going to tell this to Releena?" He pondered this as he walked into the lounge. "Umm......honey?" Heero said with a downcast tone in his voice. "Yes?" She answered sweetly. "I have some work to do." He threw the letter to Releena. She caught it and read the news. "Oh no, do you have to?" Heero looked crestfallen, but his look couldn't compare to the look on Releena's face. "I'm not sure. I'll find out what they want, but I'm not making any promises." Releena let out a long sigh. "I suppose it would be wise to find out what these people want. Just come back to me alive, okay hon?" Heero smiled and said "Don't worry. It's me!" He turned and left. As Releena heard the door close she said "That's what I'm afraid of."

On top of Heero's home, on the roof of the second story, the teen messenger stood looking down on Heero leaving his home. "I guess he's decided to take us up on the offer." Another voice came from behind him. "Do you think he'll aide us?" Asked the new voice. "He has to. If he is one of the fifteen who bears the crest, it will be his obligation." Said the messenger confidently. The other man was now slightly comforted, but he had another question. "He may not like that argument. Just because he has it, he may not care about it." The messenger sighed and stared at the back of his hand. "He must. Without him, the colonies and the Earth are finished. Let's go." Both of the mystery men jumped off the roof and left for their destination.....a meeting that would decide the fate of the world.