Namae wo Tsukete

© 2002 Lady Pax

LP: well, I finally got to post something this Saturday. Yay!! And my grandfather is going to be released out of the hospital tomorrow! YAY!!! I'm in Louisiana right now, using Tony's old laptop...hehe... It's a Notebook-laptop, so its thin and easily carried. Yay!!

Thank you:

CJ – I'm sorry you're not feeling well! But I'm glad reading my 'good' story helps you!!   Siobhan – holy crap, man!! Think you reviewed enough! *bows* But I thank you!  PrincessRobin – *eyes light up* It would kill Duo if Trowa died? Hmm... *evil light0-bulb lights up over head*

Trowa lovers: NO!!!!!!! DON'T KILL TROWA!!!!!!

LP: you'll just have to wait and see... Thanks for the review, Robin!  Evil Neko – yes, Creative Slumps are BAD!!!!! I'm glad I haven't gotten one yet!! Thanks for the idea!! Hehe...  Quatre R. Winner – OMIGOD!!!!! I'VE GOT ONE OF THE GUNDAM PILOTS REVIEWING MY GUNDAM WING STORY!!!!! OMIGOD!!!!! *jumps up and down* Umm, yeah... I inspired you? KOO!!!!!! (yeah, I get inspired for fics while reading, too...)  sailor moon faerie – Hehe, thanks! I e-mailed you what 2x3 and 4+1 mean and stuff. Me e-mail is sterio723@houston.rr.com... So don't delete the e~mail!

Oh yeah, I posted a story a few days back called "Chosen By Stars". It's one chapter long (not finished – and I won't add unless I get reviews) about a fight Suzuka and Treize had before Suzuka became an undercover soldier/spy to free Trowa from the OZ base in Antarctica. I sort of forgot what I wrote (^.^'), but there might be some things there to answer your questions (hehe, Evil Neko) as to what's 'with Suzuka and Treize'. Maybe, I'm not sure. But the thing is, I've gotten no reviews on there – since no one read the last part of the summary that said it was a background story for Lady Suzuka Yoshinari of 'Namae wo Tsukete'. Oh well – maybe you'll review if you like it...if you read it, that is... ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. But anything original is © to me.

^_^x~~~~ Duo face/thing!!    ///_^ Trowa face/thing!!    ^_^= Gene Starwind (from Outlaw Star) face/thing!! See the scars??

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Suzuka sat on the floor, her back against the wall, so she could watch Trowa to see if he stirred. Though there was a window right above Trowa's head, there was no moon – so there was no light.

Suzuka sighed. The past one-and-a-half days she had been there at the safehouse taking care of Trowa had been so draining! Tending to Trowa's every need, the soles of her feet were sore from scurrying here and there, and her head ached. Not to mention she hadn't given Quatre permission to tend to *her* wounds – which were starting to throb steadily.

And she couldn't go to sleep.

"Uh...Barton..." she murmured to herself, ever so quietly as to not wake any one up. They all seemed to be more alert now that she was there. Especially Heero. She wouldn't blame him though. She could see from the start that he was suspicious of her – curious as to her reasons for saving Trowa. But there was no time to answer questions now. She would do it once she knew Trowa would pull through. But as of now, she wasn't too sure he would...

"Lady Suzuka." The woman's ocher eyes glanced at the doorway, though her face was still staring at the wooden floor, as if she were still deep in thought. But she wasn't. Her chest was able to be seen going up and down softly now, instead of being almost still when she was pondering profoundly.

"Yes, Quatre?" she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"You should get some rest. I can watch Trowa for tonight. And you need to dress your wounds now."

Suzuka turned her head to look at Quatre, sighing at the sad eyes he gave her. She stood up on shaking legs, giving a low moan as pain shot up and down her leg, arms, and side.

Quatre went to her aid, letting her lean on his smaller frame, when someone else stepped into the room: Heero.

"Salutations, Heero," Suzuka greeted him dully. "Nice of you to join the party."

"Hn." Heero strode towards them. "Quatre, you watch Trowa – I'll make sure Lady Suzuka tends her to her wounds."

Quatre nodded, and traded places with Heero. He and Suzuka left, walking down the short hallways in strained silence.

Heero let her sit down on the counter in the bathroom, handed her a first-aid kit, and left after telling her to meet him in the kitchen when she was done dressing and cleaning her wounds.

Quickly, Suzuka tended to her wounds, and walked stiffly into the kitchen where Heero was seated at the table, typing away madly at his laptop. She seated herself in the chair across from him, and waited until he had shut off the computer.

Slowly, Heero's emotionless, teal blue eyes moved from the softly-glowing screen to land on her. She didn't even blink. "Why did you save Trowa?" he asked slowly, as if trying to make her nervous.

"The same reason you would have, Heero," she said. "Because he is a valuable pawn in this war – as precious as you or I. The colonies need you boys to fight for them, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you five stay alive. Even if it means risking my life to save yours."

Heero studied her eyes, searching for the flicker of darkness in the pools of orange-brown that would tell him she was lying. But there were none. He went to the next question. "How old are you?"

Suzuka blinked, then smiled slightly. "My age is unknown to me, but I would have to say approximately twenty three to twenty five."

"You seem much older than in your early-twenties," Heero said in a suspicious tone, looking at the almost invisible scars along her shown skin, and the callused hands that were open, in an almost accusing way. But the way she seemed older was not only in physical appearance. It was they she stood, sat, and walked – the way her guard was always up. And the way her ocher eyes seemed to flicker with shadows of maturity, of aging beyond her years in physical comparison.

Heero thought she would take offense at her comment, but she didn't say anything. But her half-smile disappeared, leaving an emotionless poker face. She gazed into his eyes, her orbs of orange throbbing with pain and sorrow. "And you look much older than fifteen," she said softly. And again, Heero seemed older in maturity, not in physical appearance. "The war may be over, and we may smile again, Heero," stated Suzuka. "But no one in this war will ever be young again[1]."

Heero scowled. "That thought has already occurred to me," he said lowly. "One last request."

"As long as it doesn't come to me having any physical contact with you or any of the other pilots," she said sternly. Heero had to hide a smile from that – even though it would have been a small one.

"Tell me about your life."

Suzuka blinked. About *her* life? Well, he asked for it...

"I don't know my parents. From the moment I could take in my surroundings, which I guess was when I was about four or five months old – I lived a mountain range where ancient peoples used to live. Where, I'm not sure of. But I lived their for about five years, I suspect, when we were caught in an air-raid by OZ. My family died, and I was alone until Dr. J found me on an 'escapade' of his.

"He trained me for quite a while, until he thought I was ready enough to go out into the world alone. He didn't think I would survive, but when I contacted him for the first time in ages, telling him not to let you five go for Trowa yourselves..." Suzuka laughed. "Well, you can see how surprised he was."

Heero listened intently, getting very annoyed that she was not telling him the story of her life he wanted to hear – and the fact that she *knew* the story he wanted to hear got her even more irritated.

"Okay," Heero said lowly, coldly. "Tell me who you are then. Tell me what you are. Tell me...if you're human or not." 

Suzuka stared at him. She seemed to have stopped breathing. "Alright," she said. "Fine. Fair's fair."

"There's no fairness in war," Heero said monotonously.

She snarled at him. "Do you want me to tell you, or not?"

Heero glared. "Proceed," he said.

"Alright. I am what many call Wind-children. I have no known parents, and was found on the peak of a mountain somewhere in Canada – Mount Escalar (A/N: I made a new range of mountains called the Borro Mountains), which is known for its high and fierce winds. I had my blood and DNA tested, and there are only three known people that shared the same blood-type and DNA faction as I. And they too have no known parents, and were found on very windy, high places – whether it be mountain peaks or buildings. And we all share one similarity: our differences."

Suzuka glanced at him from her hands, and sighed when she saw he seemed very interested – though trying not to show it. "I'm getting this from reliable sources, not from my own knowledge. I know nothing of my people," she said. "And the three I have found to be the same blood-faction as I are dead, killed by fleets of OZ."

Heero nodded. "Continue."

Suzuka did as told. "Apparently, through our hands flowed what seemed to be a healing warmth, and in our eyes shine beacons of light only the so-many beings before the colonies and even places on earth were discovered. And those beings were the seraphim, that had the power of healing and soulful warmth. The seraphs were kind and gentle beings, created by the Almighty to walk the earth and help the mortals[2].

"But they have long since been 'extinct', and it seems that their only descendants were us. The 'Wind-children'. Though, how we came to existence, is still unknown to me or anyone else."

"Well what about you?" Heero asked. "What about the 'Wind-child' known as Suzuka Yoshinari?"

Suzuka groaned. "My real name is not Suzuka Yoshinari. It is Bird Flying, but since Suzu – ditto to Suzuka – is equivalent to crane, I chose Bird.

"Unlike the other Wind-children, I can feel the wind in my skin – can feel its sorrow, its happiness, and the spirits it carries. And when I need an answer to my thoughts, the wind was the one to clear it – for it held the messages from the 'Lady of the Wind'. But I could feel the wind's pain as well – and the agony of the souls it held on its bosom. But that was when I was younger – your age, maybe. Now, the Lady has left her children, and I can no longer seek advice from her."

Suzuka fell silent, tracing the patterns of wood the table was made out of. Not only had that story brought back many memories, it made her so immensely sad that she wished she had never come here.

But Trowa was in need… And you chose to save him. The colonies and space depended on it… her conscience argued.

'Shut up,' Suzuka ordered inside her head.

Heero stood up, his face emotionless – the spark of sympathy in his eyes for Suzuka was now gone. "That's all I needed to know. Sleep in Trowa's room if you want – but I'm just warning you: if Duo's in there, wake him up and tell him to go to his own room."

Suzuka nodded. She walked down the hallway, trying to get rid of the new feelings that had surfaced because of her memories, and found her way to Trowa's room – following the signs on the doorway reading their piloting numbers (01, 02, 03, etc).

She slowly opened the door, as to not wake Duo in the room next to Trowa's, and entered. But she realized it was no use in going in quietly, seeing as Duo was lying on Trowa's bed.

Suzuka remembered Heero's words, and she hissed, "Duo!" He didn't stir.

She was about to call his name again, when her conscience stopped her. What do you think you're doing, Bird Flying!? Give him a moments mourning, for pity's sake!

Usually, Suzuka would have fought with her sub-consciousness, but now, she agreed. 'You're right,' she thought. 'I'll leave him alone.' But she didn't leave. Instead, she entered the room, careful not to wake the sleeping Shinigami, and looked at the things on the dressers and such.

She stopped when she came to the desk. On it was a stack of reports from either Dr. J or Prof. G. They were all assigned to Duo, to go destroy a base in Antarctica with the location of 152E longitude, and 73S latitude.

"That's where we were…" Suzuka murmured. "That's where I was."

She looked at the form of the sleeping, braided pilot. He had been through so much Hell in this war, and much more had been added to his shoulders when his lover was gone. She looked at the date of the mission. 12/15. Trowa had been in the base a month – as had she.

"You were going to destroy the place your lover was held in, Duo," she murmured, taking the mission files in her hand to read them. The pilot was still sleeping, so he did not reply. Not that she'd expected him to, anyway.

But what she couldn't figure out was how the scientists had figured out where the base was when she hadn't told them, or given any trace as to where she went… And why none of the pilots – other than Duo and Trowa – had gone.

"I'll figure that out later," she hissed as she finished reading the mission. She didn't put the mission papers back though. She clenched them in her hand, and began walking out the door with them. She walked down the halls with the papers behind her back so the other pilots wouldn't find out what she was up to.

She entered Duo's room, hoping he wouldn't mind her sleeping there, and winced at how cold and empty it felt – as if the air had been locked up in there for days, weeks even. The bed covers also seemed as if they had not been touched for many days.

Suzuka sighed, and sat on the bed and took off her shoes and gun along her waist. She was about to lie down, not to sleep, but to think of what she was going to do with the OZ base and – more importantly – her spar with Treize. How could she contact him to set down a date for their duel, or leave the safehouse, without the other pilots knowing?

But as she began lowering her head, her eyes caught something on the mattress. A little yellow piece of paper that looked as if it had been folded and unfolded, read and re-read over and over. She stretched out the piece of paper, and read the message.

"I'm sorry you had to learn this way, guys," Suzuka read to herself. "But the mission I'm going on is considered suicide. I just couldn't tell you now – especially you, Duo. Maybe I'll come back, maybe I won't. Fate has to decide.

--Trowa"

She closed her eyes, and put the paper on the desk next to the bed. She lied down, looking up at the ceiling. For some reason, she saw Treize's face there, and she couldn't get the image out of her head.

She gave a growl of annoyance. "I'm coming after you, Treize. I'm going to destroy your base, too." She smirked. "So ready or not, here I come…"

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LP: WOW!!! LONG CHAPTER!! (j/k) Full of suspense…sorta…and mystery…sorta… And as for those foot-notes…

[1]=When she says they'll never be young again, she's referring to aging in maturity – not in physical appearance, abilities, and stamina. In every generation of the U.S.A.'s existence, there have been tragedies. And in each of those disasters, the generation that witnessed it, aged too much in development. Get it?

[2]=I got the information from the book Many Waters (A companion to the Newbery Award Winner: A Wrinkle in Time) by Madeleine L'Engle. I get a lot of my information from her books (A Wrinkle in Time, Many Waters, A Wind in The Door, A Swiftly Tilting Planet, The Arm of The Starfish) and still have fun learning the info at the same time! I really recommend her books!! *Especially Many Waters and The Arm of the Starfish!

Please read and review!!

Peace – I'm out!!

Note: I have a new story up called I Belong to Him. It's Gundam Wing/AC…and it's in the POV of someone or something you'd never guess… READ THAT TOO!!! (after you've reviewed this story of course!)