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'The war is over…this time for good…' I think to myself as I disappear into the crowd. 'They won't find me now…can't drag me into something…' People brush up against me, push past me, I'm just a kid to them. A normal kid…If they only knew all the blood on my hands. I look up at the sky. 'So beautiful…why didn't I notice it before? To busy I guess.' I notice a tired feeling in my body, that's nothing new. 'I was born tired' I think…I've been tired since I can remember. Why do I have to be tired now? There is no war…No Problems…but what do I do? I've never been this free, this alone…I never expected to live through the war. Never thought about what I'd do… 'All I know is the life of the soldier…a soldier. What is that anymore? There are no soldiers…Zechs…he's a soldier…but he's gone now…with Noin. Noin…she was always there, for him, with him…But who's there for me? Relena?' I smile at the thought, I look around, it's night now. I've been walking for hours. I stop; I just stop and look around me. I know where I am…but I'm still lost. For the first time in my life, I'm lost. I don't have any mission. Wing no longer points out my enemies…my enemies…did I ever really know who they were? So many deaths…Is this the end of the path that Wing showed me? I don't think so…it's just the beginning. My life…it's finally my life. But still what do I do?

It's raining now. Really pouring. Cold too. I barely notice. No time to stop. I continue to walk down the near deserted street. I glance in the window of a shop, a gun shop I notice. I know guns…I walk in, meeting the frigid chill of an air conditioner set on high. I start to get goose bumps from the cold, my wet clothes not helping much. I glance up at the shopkeeper; he turns and notices me…a snarl is on his face.

"Get out of here kid! You can't be in here!" I stare at him blankly…a kid? Me? I feel ancient…a few thousand years at least.

"Didn't you hear me kid? I said get out! Go back to school or something!" School? I went to school, the teacher's didn't like me…I already knew what they were going to teach. I didn't like it that well either. I glance at him a moment longer, then walk out. I could go to school…but I wouldn't be welcomed. I'm a soldier after all. Just a soldier…to strong to be killed, to dumb to just give up and die. Die…death. How many times have I killed? To many I think. I have to get a job, do something. I'll survive. I'm a soldier after all, the Perfect Soldier. I can't feel, can't care…Hmmm…I wonder what the others are doing now…Quatre…probably went home to his family. Trowa probably went with Quatre…or back to the circus. Wufei…ah Wufei…the only one I think ever really understood me…maybe Duo did…Duo…that baka Duo…always laughing. I wonder if he knew his mask didn't fool me. I think that would hurt him…to know he didn't fool me. He tried so hard…A flash of light invades my vision, the rough texture of brick against my skin. A mugger behind me holds a gun to my back, wanting my money. Funny…what's money? I never had any. Never had a need to…till now. Again he asks for money. I tell him I have none…he sounds upset at this, and cocks the gun. I'm not afraid. Never been afraid of death. I should pay more attention to my surroundings. I'm losing my touch. Soldier instincts kick in, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I spin away from him and the gun. On impulse my hand lunges out as I grab his arm and twist…snap…I hear the sickening wet sound his bone breaking. I feel nothing for him. Nothing to feel. Just instinct. I bring my knee into his solar plexus. He doubles over with pain. I see him cough up blood, staining the sidewalk with crimson red. My elbow bounces off his back, he falls to his knees. Poor sap. Picked the wrong person to mug. I grab him by his shirt and pick him up. Stare into his eyes. He's afraid, afraid of me. Of what I can do. He lets out a whimper, then goes silent. I drop his body, it lands on his stomach. I glance down. He's still looking up at me. I broke his neck. I didn't even realize I did it. I feel a warm wet substance on my hands, blood…his or mine? I don't know. A car is coming. I look at the body, then drag into the ally way. This will hide it. The car…it stopped. Someone is getting out…a man…about 6'1"…200lbs give or take a pound or two. I know this by his footsteps. I turn around my hand going for my gun. It's not there…it's on the ground where I was going to shoot Marimeia. To bad, I wish I had it. I was right. He's about 6', and muscular. A gun in his hand. Aimed at me. Jeez, what a day. I save the world and now every two-bit thug wants to start shit with me. That's fine. Go ahead. I stare at the man. I wait. "Nice work kid." There's that word again…kid. I'm not a kid. Nice work? What work? The man nods his head towards the body. So that's work? I thought it was death. Maybe that's who I am…death. I've killed enough to classify as death.

"Where'd a kid like you learn to do that?" Kid…I'm not a kid. I'm ancient…tired…so tired…I'm not a kid I respond…I'm a soldier.

"Soldier eh? For who? The boys scouts?" I'm a pilot…I flew a Gundam.

"A Gundam?!?" I think this surprises him…why one so young would be able to pilot a Gundam...but I'm not young. I was born old.

"Pilot or not, if you're that efficient at killing, we want you with us."

Who are you I wonder.

"You'll find out later. Come with me…"

I nod in agreement, having nothing better do to with my time. I don't trust him, but I follow him to his car anyway. I pick up the mugger's gun and slip it into my shorts. This is going to be an interesting car ride…