Prologue

By Dark Xen

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Gundam. I wish I did, but I don't. Then I'd be rich and would make this story in to an anime! But as I said before, I don't own Gundam.

AN: This is my first fanfic, and I like it when I feel that people are actually reading my stories. So please review! They are my source of power as well as watching GW…. But that's another story. Ten reviews for the next chapter! So hurry and send them! ;)

The stars in space seemed to fade off to the girl. She sat at the window in the main corridor of the Space Deport Unit. The girl looked out in to space thinking of all the things that happened to her in the last few days. She had seen so much and it had changed her mentally, physically, and worse. She saw only what they made her see: blood, death, and destruction. They made he watch her parents die at the hands of their only son, they made her watch as their blood oozed down their throats, they made her watch as they destroyed the only thing she ever loved.

Someone laughed. The girl came back to the present. She had forgotten where she was at the time. She looked around. As always, the corridor was full of people but they could not see her. She had blocked her image from all of them. She had blocked their happiness, their laughter, their joy… their love. This laughter had managed to escape her and that was a surprise. To her knowledge nothing had ever been able to stop her or escape her grasp, but how could this? She looked around but did not find the source. This was another amazement to her. How could such an easy target suddenly vanish? The laughter came again. It was not laughter of joy but one of malice and pride. The girl looked around once more but still could not find the source. She gave up and went back to looking at the stars. They still seemed to fade off to her. Not a single one shined bright for her, none. Yet they were still beautiful, still-

"Mesmerizing…" the girl turned her head in surprise. A white blond-headed boy was sitting across from her looking out into space. She did not even notice that he had been sitting across from her till then. The girl waved her hand in his face. He saw nothing. Good, she thought, all I need now is someone who is a Newtype. The girl went back to looking out the window. She couldn't help but watch the boy's reflection. His expressions changed very rapidly from joy to anger to misery and back again. The girl stared at him in confusion. He's thinking about something but what, she thought. There was only one way to find out.

"Sorry…" the girl whispered as she probed into his mind. She looked back out into space once she placed herself into his mind. His thoughts were quick. They came only for seconds. They were images of battles, his family, his friends, and most of the major parts of his life. But there was only one image that stayed long enough for the girl to examine. A disposal unit had broken off of the colony. The colonists falling toward the influence of OZ destroyed it. The girl heard an inner scream.

Father!

So his father was on that disposal unit, the girl thought. Suddenly her own thoughts took over. Again she saw her brother murder her parents. Again she saw the colony explode. Again she saw her whole life vanish before her.

The girl had forgot that she was still linked to the boy, she had forgotten that he could see her thoughts as she can see his. He had blinked in surprise as the thoughts came to him. He looked around but saw nothing that could bring such an image. He looked back out into the crowd and stared in utter confusion.

Suddenly he heard a sweet voice with venom that he never forgot whispering, "Blood, death, destruction… that is what they gave me and that is what I'll give them…"

The boy turned to see a girl with black shoulder length hair sitting in front of him. She was facing the window but he could she the pain on her face. He was about to call out to her but he blinked and she was gone.

The boy stared at the spot for several minutes till he knew he had seen a girl sitting in front of him. He was about to reach out to check that spot when someone called out to him.

"Hey, Quatre! We gotta' get goin' or Heero an' them will leave us!" A brown-headed boy with a long braid motioned toward the air lock.

"Coming!" The boy said as he stood. He looked back at the spot where he saw the girl and whispered, "Till we'll meet again." And walked off to his ship never noticing that the girl he saw waving to him, but he did hear that sweet voice whispering, "Till we meet again…"

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