For the Future
by LTS

Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 6x?
Warnings: Lemon scene in Part 3
Strange OOCness
Strange pairing and storyline
Comments: This fic takes places after the war. Treize's death really isn't a part of the storyline. And the storyline is really weird. Don't mind that I can't write Zech's POV worth anything and that I started this before I saw the ending of the series, but watched it before I finished. But perhaps, something as wild as this could happen.
Forgiveness: I was under the strangest influence when I got this idea. I got it a long while back. I wanted it to be strange and crazy and not make sense, and I wanted to get it done. I wrote almost all of it until the beginning of part three, where I couldn't think of how to start my lemon scene at all, especially with who. But I'm just happy because its my first GW fanfic that isn't a PWP or a songfic that is actually done! Yes, I'll shut up and let you read now. ^^;;; Please forgive me!
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Prologue


And there she stood, in the middle of dance floor, the flowing gown extended past her feet, and hiding them, so beautifully, and mystically. He coiled his slender fingers around a crystalline wine glass, and brought it slowly to his lips, sipping and eying her through the edges. He watched her for a while longer, his eyes glistening. She was amazing, and in any light. Just watching her satisfied his entire heavily blown day. A few more boys wandered up to her, none of them close fitting to what he conjured as even being beneficial to who could take her hand in the balance of dance.

Finally putting the empty wine glass down, he neared the beautiful girl covered in invisible pearls that forever attracted him in. He walked slowly, the whole time his eyes shining on her form. His blonde hair drift through the air, and flowed against his back.

As he approached her, the gentle thrums of a peaceful song sprang out. Every note and every tap of music, flowed through his ears and elevated through his heart. He took her soft fingers, into his and closed in the small space between their bodies. He pressed his strong body against her form, one of strong will and of purpose, then started to sway gracefully to music that he barely heard past his jumbled, dreamy thoughts.

All he could see then, was the light, shining down on her face, illuminating it, as it shined back at him. And the way her lips curled up, in that every lasting and beautiful smile, it took him in and he brushed a fingertip past her cheek. He slipped his arm around her waist tighter, releasing a small and quiet giggle from her.

Zechs, your dancing so close... are you finally enjoying yourself tonight?

But all he could do then, was smile. He would never forget that moment. Never. I want to spend the rest of my life with a women that does this to my heart...

Part One

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The orange ball bounced four more times before it rolled up against his feet and before the dachshund barked and was seen running down the street after it. He picket it up and rolled it between his slender fingers, and then finally, he tossed it to the dog with children not close behind. They ran past, laughing and playing merrily.

He sighed, a truly exasperated and for once, bored sigh. So extreme. So impossible. He still quite hadn't realized that all of it was a reality yet. Such an extreme change, too extreme, he thought standing abruptly to his feet and disappearing back into the apartment above the front door steps he once sat on. Such a way for a Peacecraft to be living.

It crossed his mind only for a moment, as he paused by a mat of dirty laundry piled atop a coffee table, covered in books, papers and garbage. Such a way for me to live, like a slob... he frowned, his brows creasing, and he opened a cupboard, and pulled some keys off a nail. Starting for outside, he glanced out across the floor, at some scattered newspapers, and growling to himself, thinking this mess had gone far enough, he bent down to toss them on the small tan sofa behind him, instead. Before he finished throwing the last paper back, something caught his eye. Something he hadn't seen before he collected his paper and let it disappear under the jumbled mess.

he said, his voice cold and he stared at the picture taken, rather badly, as she had her hand covering half the camera. Still avoiding the reporters I see, he chuckled and read the headline.

Princess heads for Minneapolis, working on a current project involving compound re-creations. Ms. Peacecraft say's it'll be a great discovery and experience for her...'

As he read on his eyes widened.

Who would have known she'd become a scientist? Craving the new age science I see... she'll do well, he sighed staring at the picture wishing he could have seen a better one of her. It had been so many years, and sadly enough, her existence had slipped his mind until this moment.

Minneapolis.... She was coming straight for him, and actually, if his luck was well, she'd still be there, for the article was only a few weeks old.

I ought to pay her a visit... instead of just attending to the piles of paper work that lie around, and he exited the small apartment building, and hopped in the yellow car at the base of the street.

Seven years. iIt had almost been seven years, and yet it seemed like an eternity. So much had changed Zechs, after the war. Everything slipped out of his fingertips. Or so it seemed. But, it wasn't just like he ran away. Six months on a deserted island, almost starving before a stranger came to fish him out. Another four months in jail for seemingly stupid reasons, or maybe a few unpaid parking tickets, *coughcough* Zechs was sure he could've worked that out with his wonderful convincing terms. Two more months in complete and utter solitude, especially after his incident with a careless truck driver.

It was as if he lost all power after this war, and became as meager and weak as any common person. But, he was a common person now. After his coma, he moved somewhere conspicuous, and lived like someone normal, as normal as life would let him be, that is.

Zechs rolled down the window and let the city side air fly by him, and soon his long blonde strands flew in the breeze, past his face. Of course the air was quite polluted and soon he found himself coughing and having to close the window, leaving his hair tangled, making vision quite impossible. Sighing, he pulled his hair away from his eyes, and out of his mouth.

In all these years so much had changed, *he* had changed so much, but he didn't want to reform back to his old lifestyle, all his stuggles. It had been hard enough keeping the people precious to him in his life a dwindled memory. He shook his head. Too many mistakes he'd never live down. He felt weak and arrogant as the sun beat down on him, and he leaned his left arm on the steering wheel with ease, and laid back into comfort.

Shortly before Zechs could really relax, a few loud and desperate shouts rushed past him and suddenly he felt as if his feet were being pulled from beneath him, his car jolting as it fiercely hit something, sending it tumbling to the side of the road.

As the car jerked to a painful stop, Zechs' eyes went wild and he quickly climbed out of the driver's seat and out into the jumble of talking pedestrians and chatters. His eyes carefully scanned the area, almost immediately landing on a distraught form, curled up near the asphalt. He ran, a quick jaunt that then slipped to a dead and abrupt halt.

Oh God... his heart raced.