Prologue 1
The sun was starting to peek over the horizon, tinting the sky with watercolors of purples, pinks and blues. Clouds lazily drifted across the sky in promise of rain later on in the day. As calm and peaceful as the time of dawn may be, there was one who was in turmoil of what he was and still is. A destiny which he could not seem to break out of.
Glowing in front of this person was a screen with a final message from a trainer, someone who he could never have called friend or mentor or even father. In this last act by this person, he had come to realize that maybe, just maybe, this trainer did consider him more than just a weapon to be used.
The image of an elderly man with longish white hair and spectles gaze back at him, claws snapping open and shut at random. "Heero Yuy. If you have received this final message, it has been over a year since we last spoke. You have done well in all your trainings and missions and we hope you will be able to continue on in this new world. To help you further, this is my last mission to you. Go to Colony L7 and speak to the Director of Sirius Academy. Tell them J sent you and they will help you get past the feelings of being just a weapon, a soldier. Do you accept or decline?"
Heero stared at the person on the screen, before saying what he has said on all other missions. "Mission accepted."
The Doctor nodded. "Good luck, Heero Yuy." And he added something that he had never said before in the past. "May the Light guide your path."
With that, the screen went dark. Colony L7. So it did exist despite the rumors saying it was a Colony that was never built. He rose from the desk to pack his meager things. There was more to Doctor J than he thought and this Sirius Academy will give him the answers he was looking for. He glanced over at his quiet laptop. The coordinates to get there would be in that machine.
Heero gazed out the one window in the room he was given by Relena. He would have to say goodbye to her. He let out a sigh, something he was not known to do. He had to do something to make her move on since he didn't know if he will ever return here or not. Not since he decided after this last mission that he was going to find himself and figure out what he was to do next.
"Heero."
He looked up from the bag he was packing his laptop in towards the figure standing in the doorway. Inwardly he cringed at being deep in thought to have her come in without him noticing it. "Relena."
"You're leaving." It was a statement, rather than a question. A sadness filled the girl's cornflower colored eyes. Heero looked her over and felt a pain in his heart at seeing her dressed to go to yet another peace conference ... and the fact that he was leaving her.
With a faint sigh, something he would never had done at the beginning of the war, he walked up to her and placed his hands on her arms. "Relena ..." He gazed into her eyes and saw worry, concern, sadness and love. No, he decided, it could not be this way. " ... I have to do this. I won't be coming back. Ever. Find someone else."
"But, Heero ..." Relena tried to protest. She didn't want to let him go. She loved him too much.
He did something unexpected, his lips brushed against hers in the softest of kiss silencing her. It hurt to let go of one of the people you loved ... and loved you back. Yet, he knew, it wouldn't work out right. Not when he was missing so much of himself and was trained only for war for the entirety of his short life. "Move on, Relena ..."
He leaned forward again, giving her a heaver kiss before spinning on his heels and collecting his duffel bag. Even in a time of peace, he still did not have much in belongings. All of this was packed in his one duffel bag. He slipped by the stunned Relena (as he hoped the kiss would do) and disappeared down the hall. The faintest whisper reached Relena's ears.
"Sayonara, Relena."
Five figures stood in a circle around one lone person. Distinct cries could be heard from the person in the middle, enough to break anyone's heart. One of them looked disgusted at lonely one's weakness while the only male was uncertain, yet never moved to help.
The cries pierced the soul when yet another person started saying something. It felt like something shattered in the lone youth, never to be regained again ... at least in the dream. Whatever it was, it was gone now. There was no way that this one can fix it. Their confidence was gone and it hurt like hell despite the fact their friendship remained.
Later, when a fight came, this tragedy would have a profound effect on them all and on the lives of their missing comrades. Had the lack of confidence been of stronger support for the fallen one, this event may never have happened. The fight they were in would not have taken the one most important to their lives. The very lives that would become empty til they sought their own graves.
They had done well dodging and keeping the lonely one out of harm's way. At one point in the battle, they had become seperated. A cry of glee was heard as a blast sped it's way towards the lone figure, staring in horror, fear, uncertainty ... and acceptance. The thought of dodging it was never an option at this point and it was welcomed with open arms.
Cries of despair and anger filled the air in time with a shriller sound ...
The shrill sound of an alarm clock broke the silence of the morning. An irritated groan came from the lump on the bed before it rolled over and a hand came down to silence the annoying buzzer. It was quiet for another second before a soft yawn could be heard. It was time to get out of bed and on to class. With a reluctant sigh, the bed's occupant rose to her feet.
She stepped into the shower, allowing the heat of the water to wash away the last vestiage of her dream. A dream that reflected her past life, as Madamoiselle Zephyrine had said. It was a wonder that she hadn't gone crazy from having these dreams for most of her life, some scenes repeating themselves on some nights. At least she knew she wasn't crazy since several of those names in her dreams have come up in newspapers that managed to reach the Academy.
Her eyes glanced towards the clock after her shower. Good, she still had an hour before her first class, which meant that she could get some breakfast. She pulled on the school's uniform, fingers having no trouble tying the short tie at her neck. Her hair, she caught up in a french braid and tied off with a blue ribbon that matched her uniform.
One more look at the clock, then she was out of her room with her bookbag on her shoulder. As she passed by the many other dorm rooms, her eyes would catch on the various symbols by people's names. These emblems would show their assignations and she hoped that she would have one as well in the near future.
"Usagi! Wait up!" She turned with a soft smile, waiting for a figure to race down the hall and catch up with her.
"Good morning, Angie." Usagi greeted her friend. Chatting and laughing, they made their way to the cafeteria.
The sun was starting to peek over the horizon, tinting the sky with watercolors of purples, pinks and blues. Clouds lazily drifted across the sky in promise of rain later on in the day. As calm and peaceful as the time of dawn may be, there was one who was in turmoil of what he was and still is. A destiny which he could not seem to break out of.
Glowing in front of this person was a screen with a final message from a trainer, someone who he could never have called friend or mentor or even father. In this last act by this person, he had come to realize that maybe, just maybe, this trainer did consider him more than just a weapon to be used.
The image of an elderly man with longish white hair and spectles gaze back at him, claws snapping open and shut at random. "Heero Yuy. If you have received this final message, it has been over a year since we last spoke. You have done well in all your trainings and missions and we hope you will be able to continue on in this new world. To help you further, this is my last mission to you. Go to Colony L7 and speak to the Director of Sirius Academy. Tell them J sent you and they will help you get past the feelings of being just a weapon, a soldier. Do you accept or decline?"
Heero stared at the person on the screen, before saying what he has said on all other missions. "Mission accepted."
The Doctor nodded. "Good luck, Heero Yuy." And he added something that he had never said before in the past. "May the Light guide your path."
With that, the screen went dark. Colony L7. So it did exist despite the rumors saying it was a Colony that was never built. He rose from the desk to pack his meager things. There was more to Doctor J than he thought and this Sirius Academy will give him the answers he was looking for. He glanced over at his quiet laptop. The coordinates to get there would be in that machine.
Heero gazed out the one window in the room he was given by Relena. He would have to say goodbye to her. He let out a sigh, something he was not known to do. He had to do something to make her move on since he didn't know if he will ever return here or not. Not since he decided after this last mission that he was going to find himself and figure out what he was to do next.
"Heero."
He looked up from the bag he was packing his laptop in towards the figure standing in the doorway. Inwardly he cringed at being deep in thought to have her come in without him noticing it. "Relena."
"You're leaving." It was a statement, rather than a question. A sadness filled the girl's cornflower colored eyes. Heero looked her over and felt a pain in his heart at seeing her dressed to go to yet another peace conference ... and the fact that he was leaving her.
With a faint sigh, something he would never had done at the beginning of the war, he walked up to her and placed his hands on her arms. "Relena ..." He gazed into her eyes and saw worry, concern, sadness and love. No, he decided, it could not be this way. " ... I have to do this. I won't be coming back. Ever. Find someone else."
"But, Heero ..." Relena tried to protest. She didn't want to let him go. She loved him too much.
He did something unexpected, his lips brushed against hers in the softest of kiss silencing her. It hurt to let go of one of the people you loved ... and loved you back. Yet, he knew, it wouldn't work out right. Not when he was missing so much of himself and was trained only for war for the entirety of his short life. "Move on, Relena ..."
He leaned forward again, giving her a heaver kiss before spinning on his heels and collecting his duffel bag. Even in a time of peace, he still did not have much in belongings. All of this was packed in his one duffel bag. He slipped by the stunned Relena (as he hoped the kiss would do) and disappeared down the hall. The faintest whisper reached Relena's ears.
"Sayonara, Relena."
Five figures stood in a circle around one lone person. Distinct cries could be heard from the person in the middle, enough to break anyone's heart. One of them looked disgusted at lonely one's weakness while the only male was uncertain, yet never moved to help.
The cries pierced the soul when yet another person started saying something. It felt like something shattered in the lone youth, never to be regained again ... at least in the dream. Whatever it was, it was gone now. There was no way that this one can fix it. Their confidence was gone and it hurt like hell despite the fact their friendship remained.
Later, when a fight came, this tragedy would have a profound effect on them all and on the lives of their missing comrades. Had the lack of confidence been of stronger support for the fallen one, this event may never have happened. The fight they were in would not have taken the one most important to their lives. The very lives that would become empty til they sought their own graves.
They had done well dodging and keeping the lonely one out of harm's way. At one point in the battle, they had become seperated. A cry of glee was heard as a blast sped it's way towards the lone figure, staring in horror, fear, uncertainty ... and acceptance. The thought of dodging it was never an option at this point and it was welcomed with open arms.
Cries of despair and anger filled the air in time with a shriller sound ...
The shrill sound of an alarm clock broke the silence of the morning. An irritated groan came from the lump on the bed before it rolled over and a hand came down to silence the annoying buzzer. It was quiet for another second before a soft yawn could be heard. It was time to get out of bed and on to class. With a reluctant sigh, the bed's occupant rose to her feet.
She stepped into the shower, allowing the heat of the water to wash away the last vestiage of her dream. A dream that reflected her past life, as Madamoiselle Zephyrine had said. It was a wonder that she hadn't gone crazy from having these dreams for most of her life, some scenes repeating themselves on some nights. At least she knew she wasn't crazy since several of those names in her dreams have come up in newspapers that managed to reach the Academy.
Her eyes glanced towards the clock after her shower. Good, she still had an hour before her first class, which meant that she could get some breakfast. She pulled on the school's uniform, fingers having no trouble tying the short tie at her neck. Her hair, she caught up in a french braid and tied off with a blue ribbon that matched her uniform.
One more look at the clock, then she was out of her room with her bookbag on her shoulder. As she passed by the many other dorm rooms, her eyes would catch on the various symbols by people's names. These emblems would show their assignations and she hoped that she would have one as well in the near future.
"Usagi! Wait up!" She turned with a soft smile, waiting for a figure to race down the hall and catch up with her.
"Good morning, Angie." Usagi greeted her friend. Chatting and laughing, they made their way to the cafeteria.