Heaven's Kingdom

"So where's the money Roger?" I'm not Roger; at least I don't think so. Who am I? "Where's the money! Answer me!!" Damn it all, I wished they'd stop hitting me. Hell, I wish I wasn't here, in this dark, damp cell having the crap beating out of me by a guy with the strength of an ox. Two others hold me up, laughing at my lack of luck as I'm hit again in the stomach. In the corner stands the head guy. Hair oiled back, wire glasses reflecting light and lips curl around rotting teeth as he watches my agony. "Maybe we should ask your little girl here?"

"Asshole! Let her go! She knows nothing! I don't even know what hell you're talking about!" The ox looks to him for the next command. A bone chilling silence fills the tiny cell. I hate silence.

"You're funny Roger." He throws his head back as a laugh erupts deep from his throat. His laugh hurts more than the blows delivered to my body. Poor Raven. She's right there in his hold. I see her squirm but her broken leg makes it difficult. Her short navy blue hair, weighed down by sweat and blood, mask her eyes but I don't have to see them to know the pain that must swell in them. Stupid fool. Why did she come? What did she say again? 'I'm the only friend you got.' "Very funny indeed." He let's Raven fall to the ground, a cry escapes from her as she lands on her broken leg. I hate seeing her in pain. She's right; she is my only friend, the only one I can trust. "Because you do know something, you just forgot." Yeah, add that to my list of things I need to remember. Put it under my life. That's right; I have no memory of who I am. Raven found me a week ago in a dumpster with no ID, five thousand in cash and badge with the pin bent off with the name Heero Yuy. I thought that was me. I soon found out how wrong I was. Let's look back to a week ago when Raven found me. When she saved my life, a life I am now a stranger too.

Chapter One

The clouds, dark grey, a mimic of the very hearts they hang above, threaten rain for the barren lands outside Pearl City, known by the inhabitants as Slaughter Pin. A fitting name since every day blood flows with more freedom down the streets than the actual people. The sky gives a rolling rumble. To the inhabitants here, rain is of little concern. Yet to one it is the difference between a dry home to a wet one.

"Please don't rain!" Pleas a young girl named Hilde, Raven to others. Her long navy blue hair is pulled back by an old shoestring. She is dressed for street work yet no shoes cover her feet. She sold those for food three days ago. Burt out homes makes her scenery and gangs leer at her with eyes that hunger for blood and some that hunger sex. Her pace quickens as their eyes burn in her back. Unconsciously she lays a hand on her knife; its presence is a small comfort. A cold breeze brushes past her, whispering the call for rain. Looking for cover she finds a dumpster up against an abandoned building with one of its lids hanging over the side bringing promise of shelter. Hilde rushes over as the first drops of rain plop themselves on her body.

"I said don't rain!" She yells. "I hate rain." Her voice is more of a whine now. Seeing how she isn't getting her way, Hilde makes the best of her situation.

Plop.

A drop of rain hits her head. She places a hand over the offending drop, upset over her poor choice of shelter. Yet when she brought her hand down for examining she is greeted by an unpleasant sight.

"Blood?" A bolt of panic shoots through her body. Hilde jerks up to get away from her own hand but in her haste she hits her head on the lid causing her to fall. Yet something soft cushioned the earlier blow. Looking up she sees a hand coming out of the little side door. Trash holds the hand up high making it almost invisible. Lightly she touches it but pulls away as if it burns her. "It's warm!" Hilde pulls the boxes and trash out in hopes to free the trapped body. Once enough trash is taken out the body falls out, landing on the poor girl. "Ah! Get off!" She shoves the body off freeing herself to run. Hilde hits a wall of rain as she leaves the cover of the dumpster. About to run away she hears a weak voice.

"H-help..." Turning around she looks at the body. It lays face down, clothes ripped. A long braid trails down their back. As Hilde moves closer she sees it's a man badly beaten. Hilde knows these marks well; they are the marks of punches and kicks. Turning him over Hilde sees his face. So young, no older than she is. What happened to him? What did he do to get such a beating? Looking him over Hilde finds that he didn't go down without a fight. His knuckles are bruised and blood is caked under his nails.

"Huh? What's this?" In one of his hands is a badge. Hilde pails upon sight of the badge. Officers of Sanc carry these and you never want to deal with them. Never are their actions kind. "Oh God. I can't deal with this!" A million thoughts bombard her head as she contemplates this finding. She has to get away! What if they find her with this guy? They will kill her, thinking she did it. Looking down at the name on the badge she reads:

Heero Yuy.

"Shit!" Heero Yuy?! The one man army? No one knows what he looks like! No one has ever survived an encounter. All that is known is that if Heero is coming for you, you might as well just kill yourself, it would be less painful.

"P-please . . ." The voice is so desperate, so sad that if it weren't for the fact that this man was a killer she would feel pity for him.

"Sorry Heero Yuy. But I'm not dumb enough to get mixed up with the likes of you." As she moves away a hand grabs her. With cat like moves Hilde turns around with her knife ready to be plunged into his heart. But Heero is much faster, grabbing her hand. "Let go!"

"I'm not ready to die." His voice is dark; apparently he isn't as hurt as he looks. Hilde struggles until she looks into his eyes. They are a storm of purple but she didn't see what she thought she would when staring into the eyes of a killer. They held so much pain and confusion. "I-I don't . . .want to fight." He strains to speak and Hilde stops the struggle, letting the boy fall into her arms. Her warmth is a nice change from the cold his body was suffering from. Slowly and unwilling he falls back into unconsciousness.

"Great." Hilde says. "Just what I need."