Disclaimer: I don't own anything about this story, but my words. And that is how it should be.

Life was not very fortunate for those who have no memory of life before age 7. But for Heero Yuy it was all he knew.

Time never seemed to slowdown, it whipped past him like a stream of lights and sounds that he couldn't focus on. It flowed and shifted, moving like liquid tension across his vision. It was enough to drive anyone mad.

"Maybe I am mad." He lay on a slab of concrete high above the streets of Colony LL 102. Below him people walked here and there, like ants on the hunt for there next meal.

"I hate you. All of you." Closing his eyes he slipped into the darkness of his mind. 'Maybe I should die. Roll myself off this roof, and meet the ground below. How long would it take? How much would it hurt?' He clinched his fist tight. 'What worth do you have if you don't even know who you are!?'

"Heero…" A voice so soft and faint echoed all around him. He shot up and spun, looking for the source. Nothing was there; all his eyes met were the same broken stones that had been there when he first arrived.

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The station that served as his home and office was sparse in the ways of furniture and even more so in the ways of warmth.

"Jeez, how do you live in this temperature? What is it? 30 degrees in here?"

"45.349 degrees. The computers can't be run to full capacity at a higher temperature. It would fry the system completely." His tone never shifted. A machine would never give the slightest hint of discomfort. After all he wouldn't want to disappoint them with any feelings; it might take away from 'charm'.

"Well sooorrryy. Better you than me. I'd have quit the first month." Duo nodded his head in a final jester as if to make his point valid.

'How quite. He's trying to make a serious statement.' Heero's eyes drifted to the others with his long haired comrade.

Trowa stood rigid with a look of mild discomfort from the temperature. The little blonde Quatre gave every indication that he was trying to hide his longing to be outside where it was warmer, but manners dictated that he smile and look unaffected. He failed.

"What do you want? The computers haven't glitched or given and indication of possible tampering." Heero stood with his back to the wall. His muscles were tense. Company wasn't something he knew what to do with.

"Can't a friend say hi and see how you are?" Duo pouted and sniffed in a mockingly way.

'I don't know. Are you a friend?"