Heeroic Tears

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, I wish I did. If I did, then I'd have a lot of money and all the merchandise one could want!!!

Author's Note: I know that the original Heero Yuy was actually killed in AC 175, but for the story's purpose, I have made it AC 185. Also, from what I've heard about him, he wasn't Japanese, but let's just say he was partially Japanese. The characters in this chapter are supposed to be mainly talking in Japanese, but since I'm not fluent in it yet, and probably very few of you are, it's just going to be in English. You should be able to tell when they switch to Japanese though, there'll be at least one word of Japanese in their sentences (I'll try!!).

Japanese words used:
Oneesan - older sister
Okaasan - mother
Gomen nasai - I'm sorry
Nani - what
Demo - but

Chapter 1: Trouble!

"Get your hands off me!"
The voice rang out loud and clear. Its accent was distinctly Japanese. Many turned their attention to see what was happening. This colony was a rather small and peaceful one, event like this didn't occur very often. Of course, the citizens were proud that you simply didn't have to fear being accosted in the streets.
The voice belonged to an adolescent female. Her gray eyes flashed deadly silver as another soldier came close to her.
"Didn't you hear me the first time? I said don't touch me!" she exclaimed, pushing the soldier away.
"Kitty, we don't want to cause any more trouble," the soldier in charge said innocently, but there was something in his voice that told you otherwise.
"Like hell you don't want to cause more trouble!" the girl shouted.
Although she was only two inches over five feet, she stood as though she was every bit important as those OZ soldiers. Her back was ramrod straight and an aura of confidence just radiated off of her. Silky black hair fell about her shoulders to mid-back. Combined with her clothes, her hair made her pale skin stand out more.
Her clothes were baggy. It seemed as though she was insecure about her body, which was odd for a girl who oozed such confidence. The cotton cargo pants she wore looked as if they were several sizes too big. If it weren't for the drawstring, they would have easily slipped off her slim hips. Her tee shirt, as well, was far too large. The hem was nearly halfway down her thighs, while the sleeves reached the tips of her fingers. A large white oriental-style dragon adorned the front. The style of her clothing was obviously not from the AC times.
The girl made a move to escape, but the first soldier restrained her. He twisted her arms behind her back. When she resisted, the other soldier stepped into help. She kicked that soldier with both legs in the chest and just as she planned, the extra weight caught the soldier holding her off guard. They both fell to the sidewalk.
Without a glance at towards the soldiers, the girl was on her feet and running. None of the three soldiers saw where she had gone and questioned the crowd. No one gave an answer, seeing as they didn't approve of how the girl had been treated. After a moment or so of silence, the soldiers started out in a direction similar to the girl's.
"She went that way!" a little boy cried out, pointing opposite from where the girl had gone. Without confirming it with anyone else, the soldiers followed the boy's advice.

The girl ducked into an alley and stopped running. Not knowing if she was safe or not, she stepped into the shadows and tried to calm her heavy breathing. Slowly, she slid to the ground and sat, cross-legged. She rubbed her sore wrists gingerly and let out a string of wild curses aimed at the soldiers.
"Oneesan! What would Okaasan say if she heard that?"
The girls jumped at the voice, but calmed as she recognized it. At the entrance of the alley stood the same boy who had helped her escape. It was her younger half-brother, Mark Kay.
He had the same dark hair as his sister, although it was ear length. His eyes were a dark green and matched his shirt, which happened to be the same style as his sister's. He wore black denim pants that fit loosely, but couldn't be described as baggy. A black sweatshirt was tied around his waist.
"Come on, we should be getting home now. Okaasan might be worrying about us," the boy said, helping his sister up.
The girl snorted. "I doubt she's worrying. We've only been gone for half an hour."
The siblings walked out of the alley together. Cautious of running into OZ soldiers, the pair made their way along the streets of the colony. Mark had lent his sister his sweatshirt and she tied her hair back with a piece of string, to prevent recognition. It wasn't much of a disguise, but it helped, especially since the soldiers thought she was alone.
Without an encounter, they soon reached the small bungalow they lived in with their mother. The second the female of the two stepped over the threshold, she was accosted by her mother, Miyako.
Miyako was a beautiful woman. With raven hair and midnight eyes, she had a strong spirit and unique personality. Although she stood at just five feet, many men were attracted to her dark beauty. Not that she paid any attention to them. Having previous experience with the opposite sex, she had learned to be independent. Now, her purpose in life was to raise her children. They were all she had left.
"What were you thinking!?" Miyako shrieked at her eldest child.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Okaasan," her daughter replied.
"You know very well what I'm talking about, Neko! The soldiers were already here," Miyako was upset, to say the least. Never had she imagined her daughter would follow in the footsteps of her father. Neko hadn't chosen pacifism, but still wanted to fight OZ. Neko had taken her father's death hard. The two had been very close. Miyako thought that her daughter would not want to perish the same way her father did.
Neko was shocked that the soldiers had found out where she lived. True, she'd been giving them trouble for quite some time, but she had never told them her real name! Drowning out all else, she though of what had gone on today. It was practically the same thing she'd been doing for months.

Her mother had sent her out of the house for fresh air. It's not fresh. It's the same air that circulated over and over, Neko had pointed out. Miyako replied that it was better than the air in the house, so she'd better get out of her face before...
Neko had left before she heard the rest. Her mother had a...Colorful way with words at times. Deciding she wanted a slushy drink that could only be found in one store in the entire colony, she headed for it.
Neko was considered odd. She was interested in the times before the colonies. Everyone called them the "BC" times, but that was incorrect in a way. There was a BC time period, but it didn't stand for "Before Colony". It was another of societies weird common knowledge that was wrong. Neko especially liked the beginning of the 21st century of the AD times. She dressed in a style that was somewhat popular in those times, scarce as it was these days. Even the slush drink she favored above all other beverages had come from that time.
The machines were old and few still existed. They were considered unimportant, so no new ones had been made after a certain point. Plus, their technology was so old; the parts didn't exist to make repairs. Usually, when one broke, it was broken for good.

She neared three OZ soldiers. She didn't trust soldiers, didn't like soldiers, basically she only hated them. One whistled at her as he caught sight of her. That was one of many reasons why she hated them. Most were young and well...Horny for lack of a better word. They harassed anything that was female and had two legs.
"Hey baby," one said and lazily set his arm around her shoulder. That was a mistake.
One, Neko didn't like being called "baby" or any other affectionate term. She didn't have a nickname, she was just Neko. Her father had called her Kitten when she was younger, but nobody else had been allowed to use it. Two, Neko didn't like being touched. Oh, she'd hug her mother and brother, but just wasn't a touchy-feely kind of girl. This soldier had made a very bad mistake, but Neko decided to let it go. She'd already gotten in trouble with the OZ troupes stationed on this colony many time before. Mainly for the same reason as what she would have done to the soldier if she hadn't gained control of herself. As well as quite a few other things!
Giving the young man a death glare, she silently shrugged off his arm. He stood there for a second, sort of shocked at what she had done. He'd encountered this girl before. She usually resisted more violently, making the chase worth it. Without another though, he continued after her. Again, he placed his arm around her and opened his mouth for a pick up line to come out.
"Get your hands off me!" Neko yelled at the top of her lungs in English. This had attracted much attention, but it was wanted. Anything to get away from this scum.

Neko shuddered as she remembered that he called her Kitty. They must have known her name somehow! They probably had her identified from her previous run-ins. Of course, those times she had insulted them, and maybe gave them a bruise or two. Now it was different, she'd actually hurt them. No wonder they had been to the house.
"Gomen nasai, Okaasan. I didn't mean-" Neko started, but was cut off.
"What were you thinking? Attacking the soldiers like that!" Miyako yelled at her daughter.
"Nani?" Neko asked, totally dumbfounded. Had they told her mother that she was the one who started it?
"That poor soldier broke his arm, Neko. I'm to take to you to base. They just want to question you and maybe give you a small punishment, like a public apology. Get cleaned up and let's go."
"Demo, Okaasan, I didn't do anything. I merely defended myself!" exclaimed Neko.
"I don't care. You injured someone, Neko. I though I raised you to be better than that," Miyako started to cry. "I was under the impression that you wanted to follow your father and help achieve peace?"
"I do, Okaasan," Neko said, sadly. She didn't like it when her mother brought up these things.
"Then why not let the soldiers do their job? They're the ones who will bring peace. I don't know what to do with you. Maybe you should join their ranks," Miyako suggested.
"You're wrong, Okaasan!" Neko yelled. "They're only going to bring more war and more violence! They may not be the ones who really killed Otousan, but they are just as responsible for his death and countless others."
Miyako sighed. She would never understand her daughter and sorrow for this. Neko was definitely her own person, but was like Miyako for this reason. Wiping her tears away, she cleared her throat. "Let's just put this behind us. I need to take you to the OZ base."
Neko acted just as any other teenager would and muttered, "Whatever," under her breath. Not bothering to clean herself up, like her mother suggested, she walked out of the house.
Sighing, her mother followed her, although not without giving some quick instructions to Mark about behavior and such.


Author's notes:
That's all for now. I'm having trouble with this. I know what I want to do with it, but I've got to talk to my friend about it. She's an amazing writer. Check her out, she's on my favorites list, Esylie Reechan. Anyway, the more reviews I get, the more I'll want to continue, and I haven't even got to the good parts yet!!!