Disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing, no matter how much I want to...don't sue, Ayanami_Chan has no money...no money earned from this fic, blah, blah, blah.

I know some of you read this before, and then I took it down. Well, I didn't like where the story was going, so I decided to change it. Don't skip ahead so many chapters because you already read them. Remember, I changed them. I'm the authoress. I can do that.

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Falling Angels: Prologue

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2 years after the Endless Waltz...

She was cold. Very cold. And alone. There was no one near by. Not a soul. The girl brought her legs up to her chest and bowed her head so it touched her knees. Her short, chocolate brown hair fell around her face, cloaking it in shadow. Her clear, cold blue eyes shut tightly as a tear made it's way between her clenched eyelids.

"I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry." She chanted to herself, hardly even mouthing the words. But this failed to block out the memories that were so fresh in her mind. Memories that would never fade. "I must be strong, I will not cry."

"It's alright to cry. It's natural. You can't always be strong." A voice came from nowhere. No, it had come from her memories. Andy said that, a long time ago. She had hurt herself playing, and he had come to comfort her.

"Andy..." She cried his name softly, giving up. She let the memories come. And the tears that came with them. They were at home, and he told her a bedtime story. They were in the park playing. Sitting on the swings. They were five years old. On the same swings, eight. Then eleven. Then they were sixteen, and he had hugged her and kissed her and told her he love her. Then he was standing in front of her, between the guards and the corner where she was hiding. Then her was bleeding, lying in her arm, his life draining away. Then he was gone.

And she was here. She opened her eyes, and let the river flow.

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A pair of prussian blue eyes snapped open. She was cold, and she felt alone. But, she was in a warm bed, and she was by no means alone. There must have been twenty or more girls sleeping in that room.

But the bed next to her was empty, except for the lone teddy bear set by the pillow. Something is wrong. she thought. Very wrong.

She gently picked up the bear. She held it in her hands for a moment, studying it black button eyes, and the red ribbon tied around it's neck. Where are you, sister?

The girl got up, letting her long brown hair out of it's braid. "That's it." she whispered, careful not the wake the others. "I'm calling Chris."

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OK, that is the much the same as the first prologue, but I changed it a bit. From here on out, my major changes will become more visible. Enjoy!

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-Ayanami_Chan
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