Just Call Me Nanashi

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Warnings: So far, it's pretty tame. However, this is my first posting, so proceed at your own risk. Some semi-advanced language. Occasional grammatical lapses. Anything in italics is a thought, not someone speaking and not narration. You may get a little lost if you haven't seen/don't remember the duration of the series. Anyways, I think that's about it.

Pairings: Some1xR

PS-I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I'm not making any money for this.

Chapter 1-Beauty Induces Pain

At nightfall, the wind had stopped for good, belittled into a floating, harmless breeze. There was a light mist caressing his face, drawing him to the scintillating sky and luminous stars.

Heero Yuy sat alone in the graveyard that night. He leaned against a large tree, allowing for his war-torn body to seek solace from mother nature, and surrender itself to the elements. He soaked in his surroundings, although his only surroundings were subtle grave markers in a sea of beautiful, blood-red roses.

He silently mused to himself about the meaning of roses in a cemetery. He didn't know when, where, or even who had told him this, but the story had burned in his mind for years. "There was one day when I questioned my own importance. I felt insignificant and powerless, as if my life had instantly been stripped of all meaning. But then, I met a beautiful woman. All I had in my hand was one red rose, so I gave it to her. She then dragged me over to this very cemetery and placed it by her mother's grave. She told me how roses were a sign of gratitude for hard work during life, and I alone had repaid her mother's kindness in the afterlife. I ended up marrying that fine lady, and my life has never felt meaningless since. So, whenever you're feeling alone, seek out the roses. You'll never feel alone again." Heero warmly regarded the roses as he thought of the story, and allowed his head to slowly relax against the tree.

Suddenly, the soft mist transformed into a heavy rain shower. Heero grunted as he pulled his knapsack closer, throwing it over his head. It's not waterproof, but it's all I have. He moaned and rubbed his back further and further into the tree, with his animalistic survival mechanism making a last ditch attempt to find shelter.

His conscious mind, however, didn't mind the rain. Just two years ago, he had fought in a war. It was a big, long, horrifying war. As nothing more than a 15-year-old boy, he allowed blood to stain his hands. He had to fight for almost a year; fighting in almost any form and any opponent. He gazed at the stars as he thought about the unmanned mobile suits formerly known as Mobile Dolls. He had never felt emptier than when he fought those things; they had stripped all of the integrity and sacredness of their battles. It's a lie…His focus turned away from the stars and toward his knapsack. The water was slowly seeping through, and the shower was getting more intense. He shuddered. Battles never had integrity, and I've never seen a battle as sacred.

Heero was temporarily revived from these dreadful thoughts of war when he heard a loud bang. Thunder…He scooted away from the tree in the event lightning struck, leaving himself vulnerable to the brunt of the rain storm.

The cold rain continually beat on his head like a drum, causing the sounds and sights of a death march to enter his subconscious. War…His mind burned of guns and mobile suits. Then his mind turned to it….My Gundam. He immediately dissolved the image, letting out a soft moan. Excruciating pulses ran through his nerves, the pain intensifying as all of the pulses met up in his brain. He felt his conscious mind losing the battle to his subconscious as more and more destructive images seeped into his head. The war's over, he thought as images entered and exited his psyche. so why do I feel so empty? The pain climaxed as the nerve impulses clashed into each other like gargantuan earth tremors. He bowed his head down in defeat, hands tightly gripping the top of his head, and screamed, "What's wrong with me?"

As soon as the pain had started it had already ceased. The ephemeral attack left his body completely defenseless. Suddenly, the rain had also stopped. He pathetically rolled himself over to the tree with the last of his energy. When he got to it, he tried to prop himself against the tree. However, he was too weak, and his head slid down to the base of the tree until the softness of the grass contoured to his neck.

As the rain trickled over his knapsack, he thought about the post-war journey he had embarked on. He had started traveling in January of After Colony 197, vowing that he would visit every space colony that there was before returning to the Earth. He had to find out what a born soldiers purpose was in a time of peace, and he would ask everyone to find it. And he did. People were more than willing to give help to this 'Perfect Soldier' that they all had heard about so much. Yes, he was given a lot of advice, as well as: Places to sleep, food to eat, and odd jobs to get some money. He met many people, and left many people behind just as quickly. The date was August 8th, After Colony 197, and he had reached his final destination of his journey: Earth. Although he had never been happier to see the beauty of the sunset, the stars, and the lush green grass that gave Earth its beauty, he was disappointed to still be without a purpose at the end of his journey. Feeling that it was the only option left for him, the somnolent teen rummaged through his knapsack and pulled out the old video communicator device, or videocom, from his gundam.

Lady Une sat quietly in her desk, doing some last minute filing of government records. A year ago, she never would've thought that she would be the founder and chief in command of the Preventers. After all, it hadn't been more than two years ago when she was a ruthless colonel for the OZ military. Indeed, a woman who once sought control of the Earth and space colonies alike, she was now the head of the organization most responsible for protecting the peace between the two. She didn't think about it much anymore, but tonight was different. She has a feeling things were going to change in the Preventer organization.

Suddenly, a young man knocked on the door to her office. "Please, come in." Lady Une was shocked to hear any knocking; she though that she had been the last person in the office that night.

"Commander Une, you have a call on your videocom." The tall, slender man handed her the videocom. She graciously accepted it.

"Thank you, Preventor Barton." Who on Earth would call here at 11 o'clock at night? "Please, take the rest of the night off. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." The youth nodded, and gently closed the door.

"Lady Une, this is Heero Yuy." The voice came from the videocom. It was low, cold, and monotone.

The voice echoed in her mind. She remembered Heero Yuy; he was maligned by the OZ organization. All of the Gundam pilots were.However, she ended up finding herself on their side, once she had started advocating peace. In fact, she downright admired his strength in battle, as well as the selflessness that allowed him to throw his life away for total pacifism. Lady Une never expected to hear from him again after the war; but she was a professional, and professionals knew how to handle themselves with such unexpected situations. "Heero Yuy… I never expected to hear from you again." She wasn't quite sure what to say to him, but, unless she said something provoking, she knew the stoic youth would never speak. "I assume you're done traveling."

"That's correct, Lady Une."

A small smile crept across her face. "Did you get your answers, Heero? Do you know how you're going to live?"

"No." his voice remained monotone. "But I thought that I could try another approach." Heero turned silent. His expression didn't waver, but his humiliation gave way and the smallest tint of pink surfaced on his cheeks. "Lady Une…I'd like to become a Preventor."

Lady Une became frozen in time. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her commanding, vivacious eyes receded into large, soft, pools. Does he really want to join me? Une turned her head away from the videocom, afraid of a Gundam pilot seeing her get emotional. He would be the 3rd Gundam pilot to support me…there would never be any rebel uprisings…It's what Mr. Treize would've wanted…The thought of Treize was quickly warded away. Une regained her composure and turned back to Heero. "I'm very pleased to hear this from you, Heero. I would be happy to have you as my subordinate." There was a slight pause. "Heero, you are on Earth, correct?"

"That is correct."

"In that case, send me your coordinates and I'll see to it that you're lifted to headquarters first thing in the morning. Now get some rest, Preventer Yuy."

Heero sent his coordinates, and disconnected the transmission. He then became immobilized in a deep sleep.

Well, hopefully that was somewhat enjoyable. The beginning of the story is always the hardest part for me to write, so any constructive criticism would be great. Chapter 2 should be a little more eventful. 

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