Disclaimer: Sadly, very sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not claim to own it and I do not want to be sued. This is just a good waste of my time, O.K.? Can't I waste my time in peace?? Right…don't sue.J

A.N.: Sorry, this may get just a bit confusing for some, but try to follow anyway.^-^ It should become clear whatever is confusing you in a short amount of time. And now, I bring you:

An Upside-Down World

Chapter One:

My life was turned upside-down one day. I use to have a very simple life, really, until something happened that I cannot, and never will, forget. It's hard to remember what it was like before it all happened but I do remember what I used to do. I'll tell you about my story, now. It's quite interesting, actually. It happened what might have been an eternity ago.

When I was six, almost seven and happy to be, I lived a very regular life. Well, more regular than it is now. My parents, Relena and Heero Yuy, were quite important people. My mom was president of the United States, which I thought meant she was the most important person in the world at the time. My dad was a spy who worked in the secret services. I didn't know he was a spy, though, I just thought he worked for my mom.

I remember one day, not long before it all happened, when I was sitting in the kitchen playing with some of my dolls; some Barbies and things. My mom was on the phone with someone important in the same room as me. My mom didn't always have much time for me; neither did my dad, so I treasured any time I could be around either of them. Since they were usually busy, my mom's friend, Hilde, would usually take care of me. Although, she could only spare so much time for me while having to take care of her four kids as well.

Anyway, while my mom was on the phone in the kitchen one day, the most peculiar thing happened. I asked my mom if I could have a Gundam toy, the kind that kids my age loved to play with. The strange thing was, I had no idea what a Gundam was. My mom asked the person to hold on the phone and asked me it was. I told her I had no idea. She gave me a dry frown and then continued talking on the phone.

My dad walked through the door then and dropped his things onto the table with a loud thud. My mom turned to the noise and then smiled at him as a greeting. I ran towards him, with one doll still in my hand, and gave his leg a big hug. He gave me the tiniest twitch of a smile, the biggest smile he usually gives anyone, and picked me up.

"How was your day, daddy?" I asked him with my innocent smile I used to have. He pulled on one of my honey colored pigtails and told me his day had been fine. My mom came over to us after that, having finished up on the phone, and gave my dad a warm hug. She asked him the same question I had but he gave a different answer to her.

"How it usually is." He told her with a sigh, "We still haven't been able to infiltrate…the place I told you about." My mom nodded to him with a sympathetic frown and then asked me if she could speak to my dad alone. I nodded and scurried away to my bedroom.

When I opened my door, for a second I thought I saw light purple instead of soft pink painted on my walls. I easily convinced myself it was my imagination and then imagined something about walls being able to change color whenever they wanted to. I sat down at my computer and went to go play one of the games I liked to play on the Internet. I was on there until dinnertime when I was called downstairs.

When I got their, my mom told me that she and my dad wouldn't be having dinner with me, that they had something important to do, and that I'd be going to Hilde's for dinner. I had really been looking forward to eating dinner with them for a change and I refused to go through the door. I held onto the doorpost as tightly as I could but it didn't matter. My dad was too strong for me and hauled me off to the limousine waiting for us.

The whole way to Hilde's house, I made the ride torture. I screamed and wailed in the back like there was no tomorrow until my dad raised his hand. I then cringed into the seat and covered my head. My mom looked at my dad, frowning and shaking her head. He shrugged to show it had worked and sat back in his seat. The rest of the car ride went silently.

Hilde was there to welcome me at the door with a couple faces peaking out from behind her legs. I rubbed away the tears that were staining my face and tried to look happy to see her. The twins, Jessica and Joey, started pulling on each of my arms to get me to play with one of them. I was even less happy to be there then. I pushed Jessica to the floor, who started crying, and ran to the room they let me use to sleep in when I stayed here overnight. I buried my face into the pillow and soon the pillow was quite damp with my tears. I paused from my crying for a moment to hear what was happening in the hallway outside.

My mom was apologizing for my behavior and saying it really was there fault, that they haven't been the best of parents to me recently. I then turned back to my pillow and cried more.

A knock on the door came some time later and, after I didn't answer, Hilde walked in while pushing Joey back out when he tried to squirm in. She started rubbing my head and said in quiet voice, "It's all right if you want to stay here and cry, honey. Your dinner will be kept warm for you and you can come eat it when you are ready." I sat up and nodded to her and rubbed my forehead. It had started stinging, I thought from my tears, but when I brought my hand away from my face there was blood on it.

Hilde gasped and picked me up and ran to the nearest bathroom. She washed away the blood with cold water and then pressed a cloth to my head to stop the bleeding. She took a few deep breaths before saying, "Honey, please tell me the truth, what did you do to your forehead?"

I shrugged and said I didn't know but she only shook her head sighing, "Please, Andrea, don't lie to me about this. What did you do to your head?" I shook my head again and said I really didn't know but she seemed to refuse to accept it. "Please don't do this, I don't want to think we need to send you to a psychiatrist. The press would love that, the President's daughter needing psychiatric help." I blinked at her, not knowing what a psychiatrist was, and she sighed and told me to never mind that.

After the bleeding stopped, she didn't give me the option of eating when I wanted. She put the dinner in front of me and told me to eat it all down. I did eat it, if not really slowly, and she was sure to keep the kids away from the kitchen. Duo, her husband, came in at one point, glanced at my bandaged forehead, and asked what has happened. She told him that I wouldn't tell her what I had done and he frowned at her then turned to me.

"Come on, Andrea, what did you do to your forehead? If it was something stupid, then don't worry. I do stupid things all the time." He grinned at me and I couldn't help but giggle a bit. I told him what I had told Hilde but he didn't seem to believe me either. He didn't press me about it, though. He simply turned to Hilde and told her if I didn't want to tell, then that was my business. I remember getting a bit annoyed that no one believed me but decided not to repeat what I had been telling everyone. I went to bed after dinner without going to play with any of Hilde's kids, not that I cared if they were offended.

The next day wasn't much different. My mom and dad came to pick me up from Hilde's after school at around 5 o'clock and said we could all have dinner together that night. I was thrilled to be able to eat with them and at dinner they asked me how my day had been. I told that what I had done in school but left out one thing. I remember asking my teacher when we would be learning this story I was looking forward to hearing. She told me she had never heard of that book but I insisted she said she was going to read it to us. When I didn't stop asking her about it, she made me sit in the corner. When she asked me if I wanted to come out of the corner because I had learned my lesson, I asked her what the lesson I was supposed to have learned was. She asked if I would stop bugging her about the story and I answered, "What story?" with a serious face. Her eyes widened and she intentionally ignored me for the rest of the day even when I put my hand up to answer a question.

That night, I remembered having a nightmare about this strange battle with these robot-type things. I remembered seeing a picture of my father bleeding and what I thought was him dying. I woke up screaming and ran to my parents' room. I told them about it and they exchanged worried glances. I slept in their bed for the rest of the night and didn't remember any dreams after that.

The next day, a Saturday, I was supposed to spend with Hilde and her family. We were all going to a circus. I remember mentioning to Hilde that I wondered if Trowa was with this circus. She laughed and said, "You know he's a gymnast, not a clown. Doing flips is different than being an acrobat in a circus. Besides, he's busy training for the Olympics; he won't let anyone convince him he's gotten too old."

I blinked in thought and then said, "But I thought he was a clown. Don't you remember his outfit? The one with the baggy pants and the half of a mask?"

Hilde chuckled more and said, "He wouldn't even wear anything baggy when he performed and he's only worn that mask once when he performed. It was to show the art behind his random flipping or something. I didn't know you had seen that performance though. In fact, I thought you had only met him once."

I suddenly had a headache and just made a small nod. I tired to remember him again and got the image of him doing the only performance I had ever seen. He wasn't wearing a mask.

I watched the performance put on in the big top and soon forgot what had been troubling me. A while into it, a magician performing asked for a lovely and talented assistant. Me, along with three of Hilde's children, waved our hands into the air. I was chosen and rushed to the middle of the area as fast as my small legs could carry me. He remarked at the resemblance of me to the President's daughter and I told him that that was who I was. He called out to the audience how exiting it was to have me there and made a joke about him better not cut me in half.

He asked me to choose a card of this over sized deck of cards and I chose the queen of spades. He asked me what my card was and when I told him, he said how lucky the card was. Good or bad, that differed, though. He took the card and shuffled it into the deck and did a bunch of fancy things. At the end of the trick, the card was on my back. I giggled in amusement at the trick and he sent me back to my seat after getting me a "big round of applause". Right before I reached the steps, though, the space in front of me seemed to just rip. There was a strange battle that I could see through the rip that somehow reminded me of something out of my dream.

Screams arose form the crowd; all of them knowing right away it wasn't part of the act. A strange breeze seemed to blow from the opening and around me. As hard as I tried, the wind was too strong for me and sucked me in. I had heard Hilde screaming my name a second before I fell into the rip, and then blackness hit.

My world had now turned upside down, and in more ways than one.

            -End Chapter One