Perfect...

Prologue

First time I met him, was the first day my life really began. He had found me in an alley and offered me, a boy of no more than 8 years, to pilot a Gundam. Back then I had no idea what it was, but I had nothing else to do with my life and happily agreed, not asking any questions. The "professor" guaranteed to feed me, teach me and give me shelter as long as I stayed with him, so why not go?

"What's your name?" he had asked.

I thought hard for a moment. Was I ever called anything but "son"? I never really had a name, not back then. I still don't believe I deserve my name but heck, everyone else seems to think it fits me... perfectly.

"I'm the son of Odin Lowe, he died just a few hours ago," I said, my eye twitching a little. Back then I was a coward, not being able to hold in any emotions. Even though I had a rifle bigger than my head on my lap, I still was quite frightened.

"He died? Then," the professor was interrupted by his ringing mobile phone.

I stared in front of me. I was cold and the rain was pouring down on me. I wondered how much longer I had to wait before the professor would finally take me to his car.

"What? Heero Yuy is dead too? Then, oh you can't be serious. Forget about it. Yes, forget the mission," exclaimed the professor. He took one more glance at me before turning back to his mobile phone. "I have a new Heero Yuy who will hopefully be arriving soon. Yes, good bye."

I stared at the professor in shock. I was hoping he didn't mean what I thought he did. Was I, a stupid young boy, going to take the place of a man who I didn't even know?

"Here's where I live. I'll be waiting for you at my place. I hope you don't take too long," said the professor.

I grabbed the card and began following him. He twirled around and glared at me, sending shivers up and down my spine. I gave him a questioning look before glancing at the card again. He didn't live too far away from here...

"Aren't I going in your car?" I asked.

He laughed coldly and grabbed the card from my hands, tearing it into a few pieces. They slowly fell into the puddles below. One piece lifted in the air as a gust of wind blew across my face. The professor quickly outstretched his hand and grabbed the piece handing it to me. This was so confusing.

"This is your first test. I need to see how strong you are. Don't lose those pieces. They are the only clues to my mansion. When you get there, ask for Professor J. I will be waiting for you... Heero Yuy," the professor said.

I grabbed the piece he was holding. My teeth was chattering in the cold. I nodded gravely and watched as J waled into his car and drove off, his wheels throwing mud all over my face. I sneezed and wiped the dirty mud off my face. I gripped tightly onto the piece of paper and gazed down at the ground, picking up the other soggy pieces. By looking at the tears I could easily put the card together, but the writing was smudged and I could barely make out anything.

I threw my gun over my back and kicked off my torn shoes. They were no use at all. Taking another look at the card I only made out two word: Bruttle Labs.

I sighed in relief. I had seen where this lab was before and knew the way. Slowly I began dragging my frozen feet on the concrete, carefully avoiding the broken glass shattered across the footpath.

By the time I made it to the doorstep of the mansion, my hands were frozen, I was wet from head to toe, and I had developed a slight fever. It had taken much longer to get to the lab than I thought it would. When I knocked on the door, no one answered. I sank to my knees and pressed my head against the door. I wasn't sure what I felt, because I don't remember very well now, but I know I must have been pretty angry and yet confused at the same time.

All I remember from that scene was I got very frustrated and decided to break into the house. I had seen my adopted father do this once or twice, but I wasn't quite sure how he did it. I examined the lock and it seemed it was a little unscrewed, as if someone put it there on purpose like that. I grabbed the lock and pulled with all my might until the lock broke open. I flew back onto the stairs and bit my lip in surprise. At the door stood J and I was surprised when he smiled at me, properly.

That was the first time I had ever been proud of myself, and also, the last.