Summery: Heero Yuy finds himself in a real predicament. Drugged and kidnapped, he awakens in the clutches of a new enemy. An enemy who goes by the name, The Tsukino family.

Warning: Heero centered

Chapter one:

Slipping Through the Cracks

What was it about this place that made him think about his past? With the abandoned trees, and the jaded blades of grass. It was a lonely solitude, filled with a hopeless abandonment.

So what could have drawn him here, to a place that resembled too much of his life that he had lived? Hadn't he kept his memories in the past, where they belong? Where they couldn't interfere with his sheer determination to succeed. To Live.

It was his right, right? Hadn't the old man asked him, if he would give up all that he knew, to start over?

The young man shook his head, how long had it been exactly? At the age of sixteen, it felt like ages had passed since he had been here last. Five years? Had it truly only been five, or was it less? It was odd, the time had slipped by him, and yet in some ways it hadn't.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his favorite jacket, he let his feet guide him. His destination was unknown, and yet his feet led him in some particular direction.

Drifting off into his world, something he was constantly doing, he tuned out everything but his thoughts. It was a knack of his, to block out all of the sounds, anything that could distract him. It had come in handy countless of times. Nearly got him killed just as many.

But with the lonely solitude of his life, he felt relatively safe in this familiar environment. It was a connection to his past, a connection to something he had struggled to forget.

But it was there in the recesses of his mind, growing like the black hole it was. It ate at him, slowly tearing down the walls he had stored up efficiently to protect himself.

Unwanted emotions, unneeded feelings. They would have been his downfall, if he had not built his barriers. They would have destroyed him, while his enemies could not.

So as he slipped into the walls of his mind, seeking out the hole that grew every day. He found it with ease, finding it within the mass files of his memory banks. He only had to think of one little girl to open the floodgates. They were unwanted memories, of a past long forgotten.

So why now? He came back to his first question, as he looked at each memory. Why this place, and now of all times? He had come to this city many times in this new life of his, so what brought him here? After everything was resolved, why did he still seek out the past, when it was best left buried?

With being so caught up within his own mind, too focused on his thoughts, he hadn't been prepared by the surprise attack on his brain.

Cursing his stupidity, he dragged himself out into the world around him, tuning his mind into his surroundings. Instinctively, he reached for his trusty weapon, where it was held protectively from beneath his jacket. It was the only thing that he had left of the horrid days of his fight for survival. It had saved him countless times, and he hadn't had the heart to part with such an old friend.

Holding the gun like it was an extension of his arm; he did a sweep of the layout. It was clear, seemingly empty. Not a trace of malice permeated the air, not a single shadow out of place. Then where had the warning come from?

It was still there, beating at his mind like a constant tick of a clock. It mocked him, proving how stupid he had been to believe he had been safe. He should have been prepared, he shouldn't have let himself delve on the past, when he wasn't confined in some sort of security.

Lowering his weapon so that it rested at his side, he didn't dare put it away. He was surrounded by a high surge of energy. The warmth of it licked his skin, and lit his veins on fire. His heart was beating too fast, and his lungs wanted, needed more air to feel at ease.

He shoved back his mental distress, and his physical complications. His eyes gazed at the horizon from all angle, searching, seeking for something amiss.

It was there, all around him, swirling like a fog, trying to tip him over. He stumbled, but caught himself, not willing to let himself fall. It was as if everything was spinning out of control. All laws of physics were being tossed aside as the Earth turned him upside down, and shook him.

His knees felt weak, wanting to buckle, but he refused to give in. It had to be a trick. Something must have been injected into his bloodstream. He cursed again, but his voice never left his lips. If he were to scream, nothing would have come out. It was like a vacuum. There wasn't any sound; there weren't even solid colors or shapes around him anymore.

What kind of drug had he been hit with? It was nothing he had ever been given before. His immune system was high; he could usually withstand anything injected into his body, but this?

He grunted, nausea sweeping over him. He staggered, his face contorted with pain. It was like he was being ripped apart. His very molecules were scattering around him, being thrown into the tidal wave of hysteria he was surrounded in.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, beads of salty water pouring from his face. Chills swamped him, his body convulsing by the sudden rise and fall of temperatures. What the hell was wrong with him?

Was he dieing? Had they, whoever they were, injected him with poison, while he was wrapped in his memories of his long ago past?

The force of gravity was trying to drag him to his knees. But even in his weakened state, he refused to fold. He would fight whatever it was that was coming over him. A battle he would struggle against until it killed him, or released him.

He grunted, trying to straighten his back where he had hunched over from the pain in his stomach. The knot in his chest tightened until it stole his breath. He gasped, trying to breathe, but it only caused his stomach to heave.

Groaning, he felt a wetness leaking from his eyes. He had been shot several times in his life. He had had many broken bones, and dislocated limbs. How could this bring him so much pain, that he was crying?

It's okay.

The voice was like a whisper in the wind that caressed his face like fingertips. He shivered, his body attacked by another wave of chills.

You just hang on to me, I've got you.

He protested, not wanting to lean on anyone, even in a state of such pain. But his body was giving in. He could feel his body slowly relaxing. Angry he tried to make his body fight against the poison. He had to fight it, before it killed him.

But his body ignored his cries for battle, giving up already, even before the war began. How could it betray him now? Was he that tired?

Now that's much better. You can open your eyes, now.

When had he closed his eyes? He was just now aware that he was bathed in darkness. He could only see the back of his eyelids. The Earth stilled beneath his feet, and gravities struggle to drag him to its core, ceased.

"There you go."

Slowly he let his eyes open, wanting to see where he might have landed. He was lying down, even though he never remembered falling. It was soft beneath his back, and he was all too aware that he was missing a few selective items.

Blinking, he let a frown form on his face. A bedroom? He was staring up at a ceiling, not the bare sky. White walls caged him in, not abandoned trees. He was lying on a soft mattress, not the jaded grass as he would have thought.

He wasn't in the lonely solitude anymore. He couldn't connect to this place, to the bed he laid in. Nothing was familiar to him. Not the posters of girls in short skirts, or the small TV buzzing with life. Not even the bed with racecar decorations.

Letting his head roll to the right, he caught sight of the owner of the soft voice. He most certainly couldn't connect with her. Her face was creased with worry, her eyes filled with joy. Her lips forming a pout of contempt.

Suddenly her blue eyes changed, going from the serene lake, to crashing waves of an ocean. Her face flushed with anger, "Why you little spore! You scared me half to death!"

He blinked, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. He was wrapped up by watching her face. Her eyes gave away everything she felt. In seconds, she had gone from happy, to angry, and then to a saddened relief.

"Don't you ever do that again!" She flung herself at him, her arms snaking around his neck, as she hugged him fiercely. "I thought I was going to have to call the hospital."

She was crying. Crying for what, he just couldn't comprehend. The girl was an open book of emotions. Something he wasn't willing, or wanting to understand. He had his own problems to work out, and he had no time to worry about some girl.

"Oh otooto, don't scare me like that ever again."

Little Brother?

His mind couldn't calculate, his brain was overheating by the sudden blow of information. He had been somewhere, and then he was here. He had been a solitude figure bent on being alone, and now he was someone's little brother? Surely she understood he was older than her?

His body gave out a tired sigh, relaxing with ease in her arms. Letting his head rest heavily on the plump pillow, he allowed himself this one time to slip into unconsciousness.

Well this is chapter one of Brother of Mine. I hope you liked it, and that you will choose to continue reading it.

If there are any mix ups, just put it in the review, and I will clear all in the next chapter.

Again, thank you for reading, and taking the time to review. The next chapter will add more to the plot, and it might clear up some all on its own.

Just in case you haven't seen the R season of Sailor Moon, this fic might not be for you, unless you don't mind reading a somewhat of a spoiler. Some scenes will take place that happened in the R season.

Again, this story is basically Heero biased. Meaning its pretty much in his point of view. Its that way, because I wanted a challenge, and something original. Hardly anyone uses Heero, as THE main character.

A couple has already been decided, so I hope that wont damper your decision to continue.

Well I hope all of you have a Good Morning, a Good Afternoon, and a Good Evening. I hope to see you in the next chapter.

Till then, take care.

LP