Authoress' Notes: Ok, another note. My character, Callisto shouldn't be taken lightly. She's the key to the whole "digging into Heero's soul." And I must remind you that this fic is centered on Heero, though my made-up is… around him a lot… Also, pretty much everything has a hidden meaning, so be on the lookout ^_^ Well… I guess that's it for right now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters within the GW universe.
Chapter One
Something heavy hit his side. He curled and turned in the opposite direction all while grabbing for his gun; all of these actions were instinctive by now. Twisting towards the direction of the threat he went up to kneeling on one knee and pointing the gun at the aggressor.
"Well, at least you're alive," the female before him spoke. "You can put the gun down, Heero."
Now this was very peculiar. Last thing Heero remembered was lying down on his bed trying to keep from going crazy and now he was in an unfamiliar hangar with a girl that he had never met, but who knew his name. Another odd thing that struck him was that she did seem familiar in some way, but he couldn't put a finger on it. What was going on? "Where am I?" He commanded rather than questioned.
The girl replied with just as much force behind her voice. "You are on L2 in Phalan Hangar, Yuy. And you should be thankful of that, almost being blown up by Zechs Marquis like that." She seemed to shake her head at him, though she moved not a muscle. "It's a god thing I was there to pick up the pieces of your sorry ass."
'Huh?' He reached up to his head. It hurt like hell. 'Blood? How in the hell did that happen?' He glared at her. "Since you already know my name, I believe I should know yours." He kept the gun on the girl.
The girl cocked an eye at the gun, "If I were you, Yuy, I would not point the gun at someone who just saved your life." She paused. "On second thought, maybe I wouldn't. But what does that matter, I'm not you, am I?"
"I asked you a question."
"So you did. And if I decline you an answer?"
"Then I'll kill you."
She laughed. "Uh huh. You'll kill me dead if I don't and I'm willing to bet that if I do you'll still kill me. Right!"
"Perhaps."
"I'm Callisto, this is my hangar, that," she pointed, "is your Gundam, and you're welcome."
Heero looked over at where she pointed and there was Wing Zero all nice and intact. This had to be a bad dream. He had blown up his precious Wing Custom a year ago and given up on his beloved Wing Zero long before that! They had probably been the closest thing he had ever had feelings toward. He felt comforted by its presence.
"Yuy! Wake up!" Words snapped him from his confused thought processes.
"What?" He asked irritably looking for the void to jump into so that he could process the information later. He needed a clear head for right now.
"Are you gonna come and get yourself bandaged before you bleed to death, or are you gonna just stay there pointing that gun at me?"
He realized that she had a point there. He could feel the blood dripping down his cheek. The prospect of bleeding to death didn't sound too honorable anyway. Heero withdrew the gun and stood up. As soon as he was up, the girl in front of him did a quick about-face and walked off. He followed her, wondering why she seemed so familiar to him.
A few hours later, Heero found himself with a white bandage wrapped around his skull which he had done up by himself as he had refused any medical help. He sat at one end of a small dining table with the girl, Callisto, at the other end.
"So, tell me Mr. Yuy, what made you lose your battle today? Did you not have your mind on the battle like you should have had? Are you not the Perfect Soldier that you are known as?" Her hand grasped at a wine glass and she brought it up to her lips. "Are you a fake?"
This was something Heero did not need. But he took the accusations calmly and continued cutting his steak. "I was not aware that I had been in a fight. Last thing I remember was there being peace and Relena slamming the door on me because I wouldn't join Quatre's birthday party." This had to sound insane to the girl… it sounded pretty insane to him as well, but he knew he had been there. One does not forget enjoying- well, being a year in total peace. "And as for being a fake. I am who I am. Who are you?"
Once again, the girl laughed. "I am me. I am the me who has taken it upon myself to go against the whole world. I am the me who defies my family and the teachings of Miss Relena Peacecraft and her flock of non-violent Neanderthals. I know who I am, Heero. I know who and what my parents are. And I know exactly what I stand for. You, on the other hand, don't know what you're doing. You obey orders, like a good soldier. But you're far from Perfect. You're a fake, and you know it. And here you are spreading lies about there," her voice changed to a slightly higher- mocking pitch, "being peace and a birthday party." She took a bite of her own steak. "So what have you to say for yourself now?"
Heero stared at her for a minute before continuing eating. "I am not a fake." Something clicked in his head and he could feel a pressurized heat well up in his chest. The rest of the meal was eaten in peace. He had gotten some information about his predicament from her. But now he pondered. What was her problem? How could she say the things she said? She seemed to know him too well for her own good. Well, he'd show her.