Legal disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah, I *unfortunetly* don't own any of the G-
Wing chars....

Summary:Takes place after Endless Waltz. My first gundam fic, so please
R+R! By the way, if you have any suggestions for me, please tell me!!!

I know it must suck, but....well, here goes nothing:

Gundam Wing

Dark Shadows

Chapter One: The Warning

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The gun clicked. "I have killed Mariemaia..." Heero said, dropping thun from his hand, "...I will never ... kill again. I don't ... have tnymore..." With that he fell forward, giving in to the exhaustion thailled him.

Relena jumped forward. "Heero!"


One Month Later

He stood in the shadows of the balcony, watching Relena give her speech.
He watched as the other officials gave her their absolute attention. Thattle was finally over. Peace had once again come to the Earth and the
Colonies. Then why did he feel like something wasn't right?

He turned away from the balcony, grabbing his jacket and exiting thuilding. High above him, higher then the clouds, he could see the uppeurve of the colony. People talked happily with one another as he walkeown the street. He had the strange sensation that he was being followed,
but he didn't see anyone. No cars. No people.

Heero ducked into an alleyway and waited. Five minutes. Ten. Still nne. But the feeling was still there. Someone watching him, following him.
He walked to the end of the alleyway and continued on his way home. But htill couldn't shake the feeling off.

He jogged up the front steps of the building where his rented apartmenas located and found his door unlocked. He stopped and stared a moment. Hpened the door slowly, gazing inside.

Chairs were flipped over, his TV was smashed, his phone ripped from thall. Papers were scattered all over. Everything was thrown about,
seemingly for no reason.

Heero walked in quietly and grabbed a broken leg from one of the woodehairs. He stood up and heard the door creak behind him, followed by lick. He dropped down from instinct, a bullet brushing the end of hiair. He spun around and saw a man standing in the door frame, holding thun shakily, glaring at him. The man's face was contorted by rage as hocked the gun for another shot. Heero leapt forward, tackling the man anlamming him into the wall as he felt the sensation of a bullet tearinnto his leg.

The man collapsed into a heap as Heero got up, blood running down hieg. He limped over to the man and bent down, pulling out his wallet.

"Hm... Tracy Morgan ... an American..." Heero looked at the various other
Ids. "Looks like Tracy is part of quite a few organizations..." His eyeell on one particular ID. "An Oz soldier? Here? Now?" Heero stood up anelt a wave of pain roll through him from the bullet wound. He limped inthe bathroom and carefully removed the bullet, wrapping up the wound. Halked out again and saw the man starting to stir. He walked passed him,
dropping the wallet at his feet. He limped down the stairs, holding the Oz
ID and headed to the library.


Hours later, Heero walked out of the library, running the information had gathered through his mind. Tracy Morgan was part of the Oz military,
then later in the Trieze Faction. He was utterly devoted to Trieze
Kushrenada ... and had, according to the records, died in a battle tryino protect him.

Suddenly a wave of nausea hit him. His world spun. Heero stumbleackwards, alarmed. He hit the ground hard and everything went black.

A face ... he couldn't make it out ... a voice from the past ... I seow that the time of my death must coincide with yours ... The face seemeo clear up. The high cheekbones, the eyes that hold so much emotion, thristocratic clothes ... Trieze Kushrenada. He seemed to call out to Heero.
Our battles are not over, Heero Yuy. Your enemies are still alive.

Heero awoke with a start, feeling the cold drops of rain splatter on hiorehead. He shook his head to clear it and stood up. The dream echoed iis mind, as well as Trieze's warning from beyond the grave. Maybe he waosing it. But for some reason he felt like he saw things clearer theefore.

He headed back to his apartment, deep in thought. When he turned onto thtreet where his apartment was, he stopped dead in his tracks. Fire trucknd ambulances filled the road, an inferno erupting from his apartment. Hank into the shadows and watched.

With a large bang, the rest of his apartment blew up, sending debriverywhere. Someone wanted him dead. Maybe his enemies thought he waaught in the inferno. in that case, he might have an edge. He turned awarom his apartment, which gave a final, loud, bang, and headed to thpaceport.



Duo shifted through the giant pile of scrap and sighed. "Hm ... why don'nyone ever throw out the good stuff?"

Hilde hugged him from behind. "Do you really want to know?"

Duo turned and smiled. "Hey babe! Where did you come from?"

She flashed her own dazzling smile. "You got a call. Sounds important."

Duo stood up and wiped some sweat from his forehead. "Great ... thelways call when I'm hard at work... "

"You call that work?" Hilde joked.

"Ha ha and a bonus: Ha." With that Duo hopped off the scrap heap analked inside, wiping some oil off of his hands on to a towel, then walkver to the phone. "Duo's scrap heap, your trash is our treasure! Dupeaking."

"Turn on the TV."

"Heero? That you? Long time no-"

"Just turn on the TV."

Duo was puzzled. "Uh ... sure..." He sat down and grabbed the remote,
turning on the TV. It was in the middle of a breaking story.

"... No one knows who is responsible for this seemingly random attack.
Our sources say that one Mr. Heero Yuy was inside the apartment when ilew up. Clues as to what happened exactly inside are still being searcheor. In other news..."

Duo stared at the screen, speechless. "Who ... why...?"

"Listen Duo," Heero said, "I need a favor."

Duo shook his head, snapping his attention back to the phone. "And whaan I do for a dead man like yourself?"



Nearly an hour later, at the spaceport, a person with black priest-liklothing and a long braid stood in front of the passengers on a flighbout to take off. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry to disturb you people, but I have an announcement to make." Theople looked at him. "Now, i hope you take this calmly, no need to push ohove, but there's a bomb on this plane." He looked at the startled bueletively calm people. "Didnt you people hear me?! There's a frickin bomn this plane! Every one get the hell out of here!"

The passengers jumped up and dashed to the exit, pushing and shoving tet out first. Duo smirked.

Meanwhile, in the cockpit, the pilots were performing their last testhen they heard a click behind them.

"Follow my directions and i won't have to kill you," said an ominouonotone voice behind them. "Get off of the plane. Now. No questions."

The terrified pilots where happy to get off, they dashed into the maush of people trying to escape. Duo managed to worm his way in.

"Well, got that done. everyone is safely off of the plane."

"Thanks Duo." Heero said as he readjusted the cockpit.

Duo was dumbstruck. "He said thanks... he actually said thanks..."

"Come on. I don't know how much time we have left."

"Left?"

"Yes. I think that we're being targeted for assasination."

Duo blinked. "By who? Oz is long gone. The Barten Foundation's beeisrupted. Who's left that we have to defeat?"

"I don't know. but i think that we may find them at L6."

Duo's mouth dropped open. "The new colony cluster? But there's only onolony there, and that's still under construction!"

Heero was mildly annoyed. "I know. It's the perfect place to launch attack."

Duo whistled. This was going to be a long day.