Well, I haven't written anything on for a long time, and little have I written any fanfiction at all. So I hope that this satisfies some. It's a story about life using the gundam wing characters. I will be using all of them, and will be coupling many. Toodles all, and please do enjoy.

Believe In Me

There is something rather eerie about a phone call during the midnight hours, and all the same it's rather irritating. Build upon the hard truth of many laboring hours in the afternoon sun, counting off numbers and directing the re-establishment of a graveyard of junk. Junk. That's my life. A big…pile…of seemingly useless material piled high and sold to be made of use till it's nothing once again. Anyways, back to that annoying phone call crying out during the midnight hours whilst I lay deep in slumber, having just fallen into such a state. A bottle of poison fallen from my hands told the tale of just how I had brought myself into slumber. But even as that mind rattling sound rang out the drink held its hold. It halted…and my brain rested. Ah, but alas, it grated on my nerves once more, and this time the alcohol did little and I groggily leaned over to pull the receiver to my ear.

"Hello?" I queried, albeit rather groggily.

"Duo? Sorry I called so late. I just haven't been able to sleep and needed company." The meek voice of a female attempted to explain herself. Ever the one to catch those who fall, I could not help but bend to her needs.

"I'm here." I turned onto my side, attempting to lift myself somewhat as to stay awake. This would be a long night. Rather…a long morning I considered as I looked over to my alarm clock, noting that its blurry red letter read 1:00. Sighing away from the receiver I asked, "What's going on?" There was a hesitant silence before she spoke, her voice shaky and on the brink of tears.

"Jake is being weird. He won't tell me where he goes everyday. He is acting more and more offish. I don't know what to do! Just because I said no to him he doesn't love me anymore? Is that it? I just feel so hopeless. Like…is that all I am good for? Was that the only reason he paid any attention to me for a whole year? What do I do Duo? I'm so lost?" She hushed, sniffling on the other line and unable to continue as the tears took hold, her throat tight. I sighed, and hoped that my advice would be of some condolence.

A certain comfort was held in the dark, late hours of night. And perhaps even into the dreary cold mornings as well. It was then that Heero Yuy best spent his time, when the air was still cool and not another soul wandered as he did. Many times should one see him he would have been staring into the brightness of his laptop screen, complicated codes, maps, and numbers gleaming there with a secret between him and them. But now he sat upon his window sill, a mug of hot chocolate in his cold thin fingers. What lay behind his emotionless stare many had died trying to find out. He seemed to stare off into the distance, searching for something no one could ever find. Prussian colored eyes missing the gleam of youth, innocence, and emotions. The expression of perfection and an untouched beauty of death. A deadly gleam that was untouchable, unchangeable, but admirably perfect. Like a cat, he sat stock still, only seeming to take from the filled cup its enjoyable warmth. But only that and nothing more. Only disturbed was his statue-like poise when a ring cried out into the cool, misty air. Slowly he turned his eyes towards the offending object. But there was no frustration in his eyes due to the fact that the object had disturbed his peaceful morning, no feeling nor expression what so ever. Only upon the third ring did he reach over and lift it to his ear.

"Yes?" There was only one person who would call him so early in the morning. And this one person needed no courtesies what-so-ever.

"The line is private?" an elderly male voice grumbled.

"Yes."

"Good. I need to see you on base. Colony 146 but on the outer reaches. You'll see, I don't doubt." Heero did not question the elderly voice, simply gave an 'alright' and hung up. He would no doubt do as he was told. He stayed here day and night till something was asked of him, and that was his life. He was paid by the simple tasks he performed doing officework for a respectable company, and that was good enough for him. And until he was called upon, he rested here like a ready but waiting weapon. It was all he was, and all that he would ever be.

A wild cry broke out into the atmosphere, an equine scream for freedom. Wildly hard hooves struck at the atmosphere, pulling and tugging at their binds. Hobbled, the wondrous creature could walk not a step, and had therefore taken a fall upon the hot sands, heaving and grunting as she fought. Her black mane was knotted, her similar hued tail lashing about. But a chocolate hue was her twisting body. A certain disgust was found when looking upon her carved hide, seeing the bloodied lines running down her sides, her neck, her haunches, and about her finely built legs. A beauty, but broken. She tossed her head about, fighting the binds that wrapped themselves too about her delicately chiseled skull. No! Let me go! She seemed to scream, a fear creeping in to take over the bravado she once had. Suddenly, it all seemed to futile, and those predators on two legs crept closer and closer now. Her ears lay back far against her mocha colored skull, snapping her teeth at the coming doom. She promised herself that she wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Wait!" A frantic human voice called out, and a blond came into view. A kind aura seemed to shroud about him like a protective blanket. It was well noted, and the mare halted her writhing, curiously glancing up. Pain racked her body, and she wanted nothing more than to pull away, but she had to admit she was stuck. The men turned their attention from the horse and looked to the approaching boy.

"I will buy her, how much do you want for her?" He said, now approaching at a walk as opposed to before when he had been running towards them. They looked at each other, each raising an eyebrow. One responded, "She's not for sale."

"Well, surely you'd sell her for a grand? She's a broken down old mare. You would want something for her, no?" The men once more looked to each other, then the same spoke once more.

"You have this money with you?" The blond nodded. And they agreed, chuckling at the stupidity of the boy. They exchanged deals, and the blonde slowly approached the fallen creature. The mare wriggled in her binds, eyes going wide as she once more threatened with her teeth, still all too unsure about humans in general.

"Hey girl, I won't hurt you, I promise." He kneeled beside her, gently taking hold of one leg bind and cutting it free, wincing at the raw skin exposed beneath. The mare paused, watching him at he reached to her hind leg ties and cutting those loose as well. Sensing the chance for freedom, she sprang up, backing away from the odd creature. The boy didn't move, merely held out his hand and kindly spoke to her. The mare drew close, her muzzle wresting in the boy's hand. She drew in his scent, remembering it. She followed as he walked through the marketplace, leading her somewhere. She didn't know where, but she was sure it was somewhere better than this.

Silently a girl watched, a cover over half her face and shrouded in dark robes. Curious was her gaze as she observed the unusual kindness of the rich boy and his new mare. How odd indeed, a kind male in this hell hole of endless wasteland. She was interrupted by her mother, whom turned her away and bade her follow with the basket of goods. But her mind stayed upon the picture of the boy cutting the binds of the scarred equine.

Okay, I'm setting up the first three I'm going to play around with, and then I'll delve into more when I hear about how this story settles.