Here's chapter one, I hope you like it! And! I also hope you

guy don't kill with what I've done to the character(s) this is based

on. Anyway, enjoy the read!
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She sat on the cold, stone bench. The park vacant of any other

people as far a she could tell. I'm finally home, she thought to

herself. The years after her scout days had been tough. She had come

to the conclusion that being normal was much more difficult. Three

years prior she had been diagnosed the life long disease, robbing her

of little time as a youth she had left. It was hard, but now, the

toughest part was over. The disease was terminal, but it was in

remission now. Her life could finally begin again. Over those

horrible years, overly dramatic ordeals, and intesne medication, she

had changed. Her complextion became pale, and her hair limp, and the

strength of her body was not spared either. Still, outlines could be

seen of muscles that hadn't been used in years. Yet, as hard as

things were, and they were hard, only two things kept her going, the

memories she was able stir up, and the ondango haired girl who put her

life on hold so a stranger with no care for her would not have to come

and live with her. Nurse Usagi, she smiled to herself at the thought.

The meat-ball headed girl's voice still rang in her head,"Why would

anyone want to move to the colonies?!" She remembered how her

moon-faced friend had cried when she had gone away, and still, months

after her move, the phone still rang once again, the blond girl's

squeaky voice waiting on the other end of the line. She thought more

about those years. After all that time in bed, she had got to reading,

and her mannerism began to change. Much like her medical school bound

friend she had become. Always the brains of the operation, she

thought.
Always on this day, she sighed. A loss as great as her parents.

She thought about something she told her teammates once,"My parents

died in a plane crash." her voice echoed. Well, it wasn't exactly a

lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either. Her parents had died in

a shuttle explosion, the shuttle had been sabotaged. She sighed

again. It was on it's way back to the colony, where she and her

parents spent their days so happily. L1. Her world shattered when

they died. Going to live in an orphanage was terrible. All her

belongings became "public" property. She smiled at the thought of the

boy, with the peircing saphire eyes, and shaggy brown hair. Her

protecter. He always protected her, she thought. This was the day

she designated for him, aswell, it was the day the soldiers came. The

day OZ took away her life for the second time. The military did it

still. They would pluck innocent children from random orphanages, and

train them to be a killing machine. Today, eight years ago, was the

day she was stolen away from the stoic boy, her guardian. Hard as they

tried, OZ couldn't break her spirit. After much time, and many

failures with her, the abandon her on Earth. She hadn't seen him

since. With the skills she had aquirred from Oz she did her best to

keep a track record of him. Even at age ten, she was one of the best

hackers around. He became a gundam not to long after she had been

taken, she knew that much, and she knew why,"I promise." the childish

voice blew throught her mind like an icy breeze, causing her to

shutter. She rose, and began her journey home. "Heero." she

whispered. It was over now. After his battle with Mariameia, the was

neither hide, nor hair of him. "Rest in peace."
A block away from her small apartment, she stopped. Letting

her fingers graze over the words etched onto the sign that lay rest on

the thick, cobblestone wall. "Light of the World, L1 Colony Orphanage."

she spoke softly. She pusshed open the iron gate, prtecting the

institute, and walked to thinside of the wall. There, was the

handprint of every child to ever reside in this god forsaken place.

She placed her hand over a tiny read splotch. She had grown since

last her hand lay there. The small hands and stubby fingers had grown

in to a feminine, delicate hand, with long, elegant apendages. She

looked at the word underneath the tiny handprint. Makoto. Her name.

With a heavy sigh, she left the wall to it's own and closed the heavy

gate behind her as she left. Once again, she stood, gazing at it in

wonder. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a figure. She could

tell it was watching her. She turned towards it, her hair bouncing in

the momentum,"Are you waiting for me to leave?"
"No." The answer was simple, the voice deep and serious. She did not

care to persue that matter any longer. She was long since past her,

"He's dreamy," and,"He looks just like my old boyfriend," days. She

smiled at how silly she used to be. Again, she looked to the shadow.

It stared back at her with fierce eyes.
"Have a good day sir." She bowed curtly, and went on her way.
After settleing into her apartment, and listening to the

countless messages left by Usagi on her answering machine, her mind

drifted back to the strange meeting. It was though, so, she dismissed

the thought. Slowly but surely, she snuggled into her bed, falling

quickly to sleep.
The boy stood outside her window, awaiting it to go dark. A

sign she was safe for the night. Gingerly, he turned to leave. "I

kept my end of the bargain." he whispered, to know one imparticular,

"Maybe, someday, I'll let you know you need to keep up yours." With a

heavy sigh, her headed back to the shack of an apartment, dreading what

await him when he got there. He let old memories wash though out his

mind as to calm his nerves for the walk home.
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You want more? Let me know. 5 revies is my next goal for the

next chapter to be issued. I would really apreciate the courtesy.

Anyway, thanks for reading! And please chck out my sister's story,

Scream of Nothing(X-men Evo.).