Author's Note: Well THANK YOU PEEPS!!! THANKS FOR REVIEWING!!!! OMG you have no idea how encouraging your reviews were!!! And to all you writers out there!! Keep writing!!! I want to read your fics!!! ^_^ And I just wanna thank Bambi Takadi (I REALLY hope that's how you spell it) for drawing all those wonderful pictures of Gundam Wing that have inspired me for this story!! I'm serious!! Those pictures that she drew of Heero and the G-boys in the armor and stuff is the whole basis of this story!!! ha ha ha... I'm soo sad, aren't I?

Disclaimer- I KNOW I failed to say so in the beginning, but shouldn't all you peeps know already? I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING!! I REALLY wish I did... but ya know what? I DON'T!! *sob* all I own is the characters Shinsei and Eterna and a couple of other things that will pop up in the story, k?

Chapter 5

A hazy mist had entered Heero's mind. A dream perhaps? Yeah, it was what you would call the center stage of one of those strange visions that people had once in a while. Ya know those crazy little dreams that people woke up in a sweat in? Don't we just hate those? Well sorry to bust your bubble, but it was one of those dreams.

He stood in the middle of the ocean. Was that even possible? He was dressed in a typical brown shirt and worn khakis. His feet were bare and caressed by the soft waves of the ocean, carried by the salty winds that swayed his brown locks. Suddenly, the ocean disappeared and was replaced by hard earth. Nothing was around him, just cracked ground and gray sky for miles and miles around...

In the midst of all this, a sheer white feather swayed in the still air towards his direction from who knows where. He stared at it. He stared as the thin article that wafted towards his hand, which grasped it. At that moment, a collection of feathers swirled around him and spread in all directions as a shaft of light shot from the dead sky towards the cold ground.

Was it cold ground anymore though?

No. Heero suddenly found himself standing in the middle of a flower field with heavenly blue skies hovering above him.

Then, in the blink on an eye, a blue figure stood a few feet away from him. This figure... seemed familiar somehow.... Her... well probably HER back was towards him. Her dark shoulder length locks flowed in the wind along with the feathers and flower petals. She was wearing some sort of blue dress with a white picture or pictureS printed in the back. ... Wings?

He called out to her. It was so unlike him, but like any other poor guy stuck in a vision-dream, he had to find out what it meant, right?

"Who are you?" he asked. He wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to receive his answer though... But that feeling in him stirred again. That feeling of familiarity...

His eyes laid on the figure ahead of him, who seemed deaf to his voice. He called out again, yet still no reply. He lowered his Prussian blue orbs to the ground below him... the flowers and grass… so beautiful and.... innocent?

His vision shifted to the lady in front of him once again, as she slowly turned around...

But he couldn't see her face.

Heero gasped as he woke up in a cold sweat. His eyes shot wide open to the hard ceiling above him, shocked and cold in fear. The hand clutching his blanket shot to his forehead, hot and drenched with perspiration. That feeling of familiarity was gone... but who was that lady? Her face... he couldn't see her face. It was there all right, just... a huge blur. She wasn't THAT far away from him... just... god what was wrong with him? He wanted to scream, but his emotions were controlled.

But why did he feel this way then?

After many moments of thinking, he drifted back to sleep, his mind still cold and numb with fear.

Dawn passed, and the sun woke up to another beautiful day of spring. It shot up to the blue sky and awoke all the pastures in a welcoming and gleeful morning. Heero, as usual, was working on his laptop, surfing around for anything suspicious or anything that could conjure up another peace-breaking war. Well isn't that what wars do? Ahh, never mind.

The ringing from his telephone disturbed the still air of his apartment. Rolling his eyes in partial annoyance, he stood up from his chair and picked up the noisy receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hey Heero!! Thank God..."

"Duo?"

"Uhh... yeah. Hey listen, you've got to get down here... huh? Heero?! Are you there? What the HELL?! HEERO!!!!"

All that was heard from the other end of the line was a dull dial tone.

His instincts working like clockwork, Heero rushed over to the location that his intuition led him to.

The Peacecraft Mansion.

All was normal when he arrived. The Mansion towered as always, with beautiful trees framing its facade, calling out to the gentle breeze. His face was unemotional, as habit was, but his face showed utter dismay when he reached the interior.

Hell had broken loose on the Peacecrafts.

~*Tsuzuku*~

Author's Note: Well?! WELL?!? Wut'd ya think? Good? Bad? Oh yeah, all you peeps that have played FF8… SHHHH!!! Dun tell, k? Yes, that specific character is that specific character here!! he he he... next chapter will be up... uhhh.... in a while? Well, not a while... more like a week or so, k?