A/N: I do not own these characters. I do not pretend to own these characters. This is purely a work of fiction designed for the entertainment of others.

Identity

Chapter 1

By: jack

Monday, March 1st 2:15 P.M.

L3X-17895

In the colony L3X-17895, in an elite neighborhood were ever tree had a fence to protect it, there was a large school campus that students were just letting out. A large group of student made their way down the steps of the even larger school like mindless sheep or cattle that were just let out of there afternoon walk.

The high school was made of huge stone red bricks at the corners ever other brick up was painted white in the hope to make it look like it had some artist fashion. Most of the buildings were at most two stories high, thought some were only one, surrounding the building there were large grass fields and tall old oak trees that toward over the buildings, it had a courtyard with concrete paths calling it huge would be an understatement, the major of the campus space was occupied by the school two large beautify design stadiums for baseball and football respectively, and a large multi- level parking lot for all the cars the wealthy student, overpaid teachers and aristocratic guests. This school, called the Trocadero Academy was built like it had been designed in America during 1950 A.D. but in reality this academy was much younger than that.

It was design the way it was because of an old man whose children had long since grow old and built had their own families. The moneyed old man that had once been a meager young man that had in the Bain of being poor, flourished and some how at one time in his life made millions in all most every one of his endeavor, some not quite what could be called legal. From oil to computers and from lubber to lumber and etc and etc. and, of course, he thought he in his old age that he owed his old school, and a strong willed teacher with some strong and high connections, for his great success and so when an elite private school was to be built in the neighborhood he lived in, he found it his duty and honor to pay for this new academy. So when he proposed that he would pay for this new school if they design it like his old school. It was an uncomplicated decision, most people in the elite neighborhood found it strange they would never pay for it want to pay for this new school in their money, and so they concurred.

In the huge mass of people that bump, raced, and brush pass other people in this tight pack. But in this entire multitude one figure personal space was not challenged. She was Casey Drayne, the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the L3 colony cluster. She had a gorgeous oval shape face that was framed perfectly by her straight long honey blond hair that reached the middle of her back. Her skin was tanned to the point were it made her look greatly more exotic and beautiful. She had shapely legs that were strong from the obsessive soccer practices and her arms were well toned from the self-defenses class her father made her take. She wore a tight sleeveless white top that showed off some generous cleavage of the swell of her breast, sandals, and a blue skirt that had a cut that showed a good portion of her tan legs. She was very intelligent young woman in all advance class, top scores on all her standardize test, she even had a full scholarship to one of the top colonial university. She was very dedicated to school, sport, and her future. She was determined to become a great success, so successful she would build an empire that would make her father's and grandfather's empire look like a mini golf course. She didn't date the idiot jocks that all the girls swooned over and she wastes any time people trying to impress her. All of her friends were like her, special they were the ones who would change the future; she could see it in their eye. And that was one of the many reasons she had for staring at him.

He was an unknown here. He came of what appeared to be out of no were one week ago. He was in all of her classes and as far as she could tell he was just as smart as she was, which was no small feat. He was of mixed oriental decent, probably Japanese and another race. He was clearly physical strong and skilled at defending himself, one of the football players had accidentally ran into him and when the football player demanded an apology he just kept on walking. The football player had decided to teach the man, that what he is a man, a lesson. The idiot end up in the nurse office with a buddy of his, both looked worst than Rocky at the end of all "Rocky" movies combined and they left their target with nothing more than a paper cut. He had a thin muscular form and unkempt dark brown hair. Everything about him intrigued her but the things that most excited her about him are his eyes. They were a deep, dark Prussian blue; she just had to look up the color, and some how said more about him than anything else about him. He was some thing else, she could see it, and there in his eyes and in the way he moved. He was different from all the other men she had meet in her life. Not from the idiot jocks her brother used as in enforcers to the there-to-be-seen-but-not-heard security guards of her father; none of them were even close to him. All of it, all that is him, exited her and made her want him even more by the second and ever thing she wanted she got. She would get him and all she had to do was lure him in to her 'little' trap and he would be hers'.

She began to walk toward him, making sure to put a little more swing in her hips. He was walking on the sidewalk toward the parking lot. She admired his unruly hair, she admired the way his feet made no sound as he walked, and she admired the power and balance his stride possessed. She was not more than 6 feet behind him when suddenly, he instantly just stop and turn around. His hair was as it always was, wild and untamed but in a way it seemed a perfect fit for him. He had a nice tanned skin that, as far as she could tell, covered his entire body. He wore a thick large trench black coat that was opened so you could see the gray sweater shirt underneath and his outfit was competed by dark large baggy kakis. His eyes were completely blank, void of all emotion, and yet they some how those Prussian blue yes bore into her in a way that she could never describe in words, the feel could only be described as indescribable. She stopped and looked down in mock embarrassment and faking a hesitation. If she was going to get him she was going to have to pull it off perfectly, no a singly mistake. She didn't know that much about him but from what little she had, just from a short week of what she saw of him. She could tell that there was no social gesture he couldn't find the hidden meaning in or phrase of word, there was nothing that he couldn't see thru.

"Oh.hi I'm sorry for doing but I wanted to introduce myself I'm." she began in a sweet and perfect French but was cut off by a deep, rich voice that surprised her. She had heard him talk before but just like ever thing about him it excited her. As L3X-1795 was originally a French colony where the poor look for jobs and the rich look for summer homes and new business ventures. Even after all the years everyone had to speak French to really work and live on the colony.

":I Know who you are" he spoke, like her, in French But what did surprised her about that was that his French was perfect, it was not plague by an accent, not Japanese, nor American, nothing she would call foreign. His matched the one ever one else had. His eyes were blank, empty, void of anything close to an emotion.

She smiled showing off her perfect pearly white teeth. "I'm faltered that you know me. I heard that that you just moved here, it's an honor to know I've already attracted your attention." She said in voice that 'clearly' said what she felt.

" Not really since all you have to do is follow the stares" his voice made it clear that it was not a compliment, it showed no hint into if he had heard the tone of her voices. His voice was just there a normal person voice devoid of all emotion. His did not waver or blink.

A pretend blush graced her cheek; she lowered her gaze for a second to give the finishing touch on her mock embarrassment. " Oh you embarrass me again," she said implying that tone of his voice made it sound reminiscent of a compliment.

" Well any ways I wanted to invited you to my house next week Friday I'm going to have a party at my house my parents are going to be out of town that week end." She said looking at expectedly trying to figure out what he was going to say.

His eyes bore straight into her as she stood there in front of him. She could feel his eyes search for something that would give him a clue as to why she was ask this question. But as she looked at them they were blank as if he was not getting a request from her but just stopping to look at the fucking roses. What could be behind those eyes that are so empty? It seemed like he could just walk right away and forget he ever had a conversation with her. He could to look for sign to the real mean of this conversation she couldn't guess what he was looking for but she knew he was looking for it anyway.

Suddenly He turned away and began walk away from her and toward the student parking lot. It looked like he was just going to keep on walking. Like he had thought he saw a plane in the sky or a quarter on the concrete sidewalk. It was as if he did not care, like he wasn't even going to respond like he had just stop to look at the fucking roses. Then for when at first it look like he wasn't even going to answers her when his deep, rich voice called back from his rethreading form. " I'll see if I can make it".

She struggled to keep herself from smiling until she was sure that he was out of range to see her. He was something else; he was trying to stay in control. He was trying to make her think he did care about any thing she said. He was trying to trick her into thinking that he was attracted to her. Of course he was attracted to her, she was Casey Drayne, he was probably struck with trepidation. Her smile only grew bigger as she continued to walk away from the spot where they had talked and walk toward the student parking lot. Soon she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand. She made her way into the parking lot and stop in front of her simply 'adorable' sport car an MX-5; she had had heard some people calling them Mazda Miatas some thing maybe it had more than one name, she wasn't into cars. She got in the car with the navigation system and the leather interior, started the engine. As She began to think about her plan and her simile only grew bigger. 'Tai Massimo, you are going to be mine' she thought lustfully.

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On the second level of the school's student parking structure, hidden in the shadows the student know as Tai Massimo in this colony, or far better knowing as Heero Yue by other far away, watched with a face as emotionless as a stone statue as the MX-5 of one Casey Drayne role down into the school exit street and on to the main road. It was easily apparent to him exactly what she wanted she wanted from him even before she had utter a word, it had only been for a brief instant but he recognize the gaze her eyes held for him the moment he saw the look. It was lust a very primitive emotion in humans but a fundamentally powerful one. He did not know what about him attracted the lustful thoughts or intentions from individuals similar to Casey Drayne. These attractions were very unusual to him but these attraction it seemed, only ensue in high schools. He still was required himself to go to high school for cover and to avoid complications he told him self, like if one of the 'inquisitive' neighbors began to raise question regarding his being there and it helped him avoid authorities. But when he was there he gained the notice of many members of the student population, usual female and the occasional male. This unusual phenomenon only occurred in high schools. Anywhere else he could just blend in and disappear like any other faceless person walking through a crowd. Anywhere else He was a chameleon; he had somewhere a lot the way in his past learned how to meet six different people face to face and each one coming away with a different descriptions, without a jar of makeup. He knew how to fit a role, from 'being' the spoiled rich son of a billionaire to being able to 'be' an old drunken homeless man. Some how all that was useless here, in the high school of every place he went. No matter who he became, no matter if he wore Armani suite or Wall-mart t-shirt.

He knew that new students often received more attention from the teacher and student population, but it seemed to him that he received added attention than what the majority of new students received. What was it about him that attracted this attention? Was it the clothes that he wore? He had made sure him bought the right brands to match what teenagers of this area wore. Wore the shoes down to make them look used enough not to be noticed, cut the tags off, and steam the shirts and pants so that the freshly bought smell was removed enough so that it was not noticeable that they were a brand new pair. He did the same thing in ever area he 'visited'. If it wasn't his attire that captured their attention, then was it the style in which he pronounced their language. He knew French fluently; he couldn't remember why; when, where, or how he had learned the language, and could even control how he spoke it. How sophisticated he sounded, accents of regions, making himself seem foreign by using bad grammar, furthermore it wasn't just French that he knew fluently and control, he knew fluently (all the dialects of) Mandarin, Spanish, Hindi, Arabic, Russian, German, English, Dutch, Portuguese, Italian, Romania, and of course Japanese. How sophisticated he sounded, accents of regions, making himself seem foreign by using bad grammar. Nothing appeared to be such a great disturbance to what was the norm in high school; nothing that he did seemed to be how he gained the attention of many.

The only force or thing he could blame for these unnatural interests in him was emotion. He understood the biological events that produce emotion; he could predict when they happened, and how people reacted to these emotions. But the one part of emotions he couldn't understand was why; why people let these emotions control them so easily, why was it when you put a gun to the head of a normal person they felt fear, and then they thought about their life and the lives of others. Why did didn't a normal person feel anger or annoyance when someone puts a gun to their head. Why was it when a person put a gun to his the only thought running through his head was the best way to disarm the person and weather or not his should keep the person alive to question him or not. Why did not he feel like them, everybody else felt an emotion when they were in danger or some other important event, But him. Everybody had a past a mother and a father, family, they were born in a hospitals or homes or even taxi cabs but not him. Normal people grew up in neighborhood where they made friends and 'enemies' they were, but not him. Why didn't he have any friends? Why wasn't there a family for him? Why didn't he have a home, a past? Why? Why? Why?!?!?!.

Heero shook his head roughly to clear those thoughts from his head, thoughts that made people hesitate, and thoughts that got people kill. Now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts. He had been here to long he need to go, he needed to go and find the key to unlocking the question of who he was or is. He had to make sure there was no trace of him behind after he left or a story as to why he gone that would promptly be forgotten and never be thought of again. He would have to sell some object but approximately everything else he could keep. He was going to need something for the trip. As he walked over to his 350z Nissan, an efficient and cheap sports car that attracted some attention but not enough to be remembered later.

He looked out at some of the students that stay for badly needed of rides, dentition or after school activities, those teenager with pasts good or bad. He wondered what would come to pass if they knew that he carrier as many weapons as he did. Hidden with in his large black trench coat were two compact submachine gun, compact submachine gun MP-5K that is basically a smaller, compact version of what a police swat teams would carry on a raid. It was great for close quarter combat, and considering the majority of conflict where gunfire is exchanged is usually within an area of 7 yards, it was handy. Two Walther P22 semi-auto in .22 caliber, a new design small caliber pistol with features like an interchangeable grip for large and small hands, an interchangeable 5" or 3.4" barrel allows for more concentrated aim when needed, an ambidextrous safety and magazine release so to fire the gun and release the magazine all you had to do was compress a certain part of the grip, and The firearm could even be fitted with an optical scope. It was lightweight, accurate, affordable, quiet compared to the large caliber firearms, and even the ammo was affordable, several .22's could be bought for the price of one 9mm, even though his were a special blended metal technology based design that cost a slightly more than norm but was far more powerful; all his bullets were of similar design but manufacturer. Also with in his the lethal assortments of his coat there was an AG-7 high velocity, lightweight, inexpensive semi-automatic rifle in .22 LR* caliber ammo. It could be disassembled in seconds and all of it parts could be put in the inside the air tight, waterproof butt of the rifle: when compact in the butt of the rifle it was only 16-½ inch long. On the back of his belt One Walther PPK 22x8 compact ultra-lightweight binoculars, that could easy slide on to a belt or fanny pack, and two knifes, a small two inch knife, 11 inch long Tactical knife with a 5-½ inch blade and a holster for belt or boot carrying option. The last item of interest in his possessions other the gold Rolex was a Walter PPK/S semi-auto 9mm or .38 ACP** caliber. It was extremely easy to conceal, lightweight with power and had a feature where that if you were put in a magazine in and there was no bullets in the barrel pulling the trigger would ready the gun to fire the next time you pulled the trigger, the gun that gotten him a unusual designation from duo.

Duo He thought than quickly ignored. The thoughts that occurred when he was reminded of allies of the war, that sensation that made him think about his allies after the war and what they could be doing now. stop!! There was no time he had to keep moving to stay alive!

He rapidity accelerated his pace to his car. He had numerous things to do and exceedingly modest time span to get to earth he told him self. He was functioning on a time schedule only he knew. He got in the car and checked no one had tampered with the car or hidden in the car a Question traverse the threshold of his mind that wasn't so quickly shot down. Why did he not stay here and use Ms. Casey Drayne to infiltrate her father's network and figure out to whom they were trying to sell those firearms to? He could have without difficulty faked more than casual interest in her, but for a mysterious reason he couldn't no. he didn't want to pretend to build a relationship it .as if he was. it just didn't. it wasn't. it wasn't right. Casey isn't. she was wrong.she wasn't the right. she wasn't her.

He shook his head violently again, there was no time. There was No time for any of this, he had to leave now, and there wasn't any time. He ignited the engine and pulled out into the street. There was no time he needed to leave.
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Monday, March 1st 4:20 p.m. L2X-23785

It was usually hot for the time of year in the large industrial section of the English-speaking city of the English-speaking colony there was a small motor works and used parts business. All was quite in the small upstairs apartment on top of small business in the industries part of the colony. The small two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment was what like most apartments that are shared by a disorganized male and an organized female. In the males room there was piles of clothing, paper, food, pizza boxes, shoes, and magazines lay over the floor. In the female half of the residence was more organized and attractively decorated. In the living room and kitchen the decor was a strange mix of other and chaos. The living room had beautiful couches and chairs with, of course the ever-imposing flat big screen TV, that had guy spur of the moment grab written all over it, and a stack of old car magazines. Only the personal computer in the corner

Suddenly the door was open and light streamed into the as figure walk in from the door. He had dark chestnut brown hair that was long enough to tie in a long waist length braid. Duo Maxwell wore a form fitting white sleeveless t-shirt, with black jeans and tough workmen boots. His face was very serene and his body was covered in sweat, dirt, grease, mud, and rusted from top to bottom. He been working all day, not such a rare feat from him as you would think, his body ached and burned from every move he made, as a sign in protest. He made his way over to one of the cabinets and took out a glass. He went over to the refrigerator put some ice in the glass before going to the sink for water. He took two massive gulps of water before sit down at a kitchen table that looked like it belonged in a dinner not in the kitchen of an apartment. He put the glass on the table and lad his head down, he lad his head down and stayed down for what seemed to him as hours as the cooler air of the apartment strangely felt good against his skin. Then again suddenly as he had come in he got up and took off his shirt, exposing his muscular chest to the cool air. He made his way out of the kitchen and to the shower.

After getting out of his clothes he stepped into the shower and turn on the hot water. He let the hot water roll over his strong shoulders, smooth hair, head, and muscular chest as it washed over him, relaxing his muscles. His eyes closed as he stood in the shower, a playful smirk formed on his lips as humors thoughts ran through his head. He had let his hair out of its braid, his hands were up against tile wall, and his hair was plastered to his back. He shampooed his hair and cleaned himself up before stepping out and drying himself off.

After he went to his room and picked up some clothes, he went back down grab his half full glass of water, and went to the living room and flopped down on the couch. He turned on the flat screen TV and flipped it to comedy central, one of the only networks of television to last form before the change to the After Colony calendar, and began to watch a stand up comedian; a large simile was evident on his lips. A few minute later, as he was watching the comedian, he noticed a piece of paper that was suck under a one of his car magazines. He just stared at it, his had simile disappear his brow was scrunch up in deep thought. His never left the paper, he gaze never wavered a second as he glazed at it as if his eyes were to look away the paper would fade away. His hand unenthusiastically reached out and slow pulled the paper from under the magazine and opened the fold scrap. Written on the paper was a phone number, a three-digit international code for area of earth or which colony and the local area code and phone number. The first code wasn't needed; it was the same colony cluster. With looking he pulled his own commercial civilian virgil, about the size of a garage door opener or an old pack of cigarettes it was a computer, GPS, phone, clock, radio, TV, modem, credit card, camera, scanner and even wireless fax. He punched in the phone number without looking as if he done many times before, and left it there not pushing the send button, just staring at the paper and then switching his glaze to the LCD screen as if afraid to find out what was at the other end of the number that was right before his eyes.

Quickly took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket then turn off his virgil and clipped it back on his belt. He stared straight ahead his figures massaging his temples try to get raid of the headache that now plagued him. Suddenly the front door of the apartment open and a familiar teenage woman walk through the door. She was terribly attractive young woman who is fairly short with short silk soft black hair and strong blue eyes. She wore a tight light blue short sleeves mid-drift t-shirt, with low ride jean sandals.

"Hey duo I'm home" called out Hilde form the entree hall. She walked up behind him on the couch and hit him on the back of his head.

"Ow" cried duo rubbing the back of his head and turning his head to glare.

"So, how was your day" she said looking from him to the mail in her other hand.

He turning around he put a puppy dogface on and pressed his face against her tummy looking up at her. " I worked all day long really, really, really hard and I was so tried ad to crawl up the stairs to the shower, and I so hurt my knees." He said in a voice that would more adequately fit a three- year boy than himself.

Her eyes apparently soft and she ran her hand through his hair in a loving gesture. "Awww. Poor baby." She said. Suddenly her eye a play full glimmer duo didn't notice. Her hand stopped running through his hair and smacked him on the top of the head.

"Ow" he cried. " What did I do to deserve that?" He said rubbing the top of his head.

Her eyes rolled and she said. " There has never been a day where you all day long and if you did, working would not describe it what your doing."

" Hey I let you know I work hard all the time. Moving and finding parts for very important purpose." he stated.

" Build new virtual reality program or making a secret club house out of junk so I cannot find you is hardly what I'd call very important work." She threw back.

"Oh holy shit!! You know about my junkyard headquarters!!" he yelled in 'horror'

She just quirked an eyebrow at him wondering how much it would cost her to send him to an institution. She just shook her head and went back to looking at the mail. It was the average junk mail, bills, credit card offers, and the chain mail letter. Just than a very different letter made it to the top of the stack as she sorted. She looked at it with almost a child like curiosity. She flipped it over once and than handed the letter over to duo.

" It for you look who its form" put the letter in his hand before putting on his shoulder.

He took the letter from her hand and turned it over once before looking for who sent it. His eyes widened instant like when he saw from whom it was from. "That's not a name you see everyday but it's good to see It." he said his hand making a move to open the letter.

To be continued.

*= LR means long rifle

**= ACP means automatic colt pistol