Gundam Omega

Chapter 2: Are you Omega?

Heero held the pamphlet in his hand, and glanced up at the building that loomed in front of him.

His first impression of the place was big; it reminded him of a hotel. But it looked warmer then a hotel, especially since it appeared to have miles and miles of green acres behind it, and there were kids playing in the front of it. His lips twitched as a little girl sent a grin over at him, but he pushed back the smile that was coming. He had nothing to smile about, he was going to a help center for gods sake, him, Heero Yuy, Odin Lowe, Tadashi Miyousha. He knew he shouldn't need help, but then again, he didn't know anything since the war ended.

He started up the white path to the building, gazing over at the children. They all looked so happy, and once more – a thought came over him, 'Can they make me happy?' It almost sounded forbidden in his mind, but still, he had that little bit of hope… "Are you Omega?"

Quickly, he spun around – a little girl was suddenly standing on the path behind him. She was staring up at him, her face emotionless, and her body motionless– completely unnatural for a child of her age…she looked about five. Of course, she looked slightly unnatural besides that – with jet black hair against pale skin, and eyes that were only a shade darker then white. It gave an unearthly appearance, almost ghost-like. He stared blankly at her, and she repeated in a monotone; "Are you Omega?"

The tone of her voice, and her mannerisms were a little unnerving. So without answering, he turned back to the path and made his way to the door. He looked back, and she was standing there – exactly as she had been before…she hadn't moved at all.

As he reached the door, he turned back to it – no longer looking at the girl, but suddenly he was a little nervous. What was he supposed to do? Go up there and just ask to be let in the program…perhaps he should have called first? Or maybe…he sighed and closed his eyes, trying to sort out his thoughts and think logically. Was there a reason he couldn't just go to the desk and ask to be let in? They might be surprised, but he surprised people a before and it never bothered him before…what was the matter with him?


He sighed once more – he definitely needed some help.  He couldn't understand what had happened to the old him; strong and confident…now it was replaced with this weakling of a person. Weak in character, body and spirit – "Are you Omega?"

Heero's eyes jerked open, and he stared down in front of them. Standing in front of him, in the exact same way she had been standing behind him on the path – was the little girl. He hadn't hurt a footstep, the sliding of dirt, rustling of trees, nothing! She was just there…it was awfully…nerve racking. He stared down at her, speechless – and feeling very weak and stupid. "Are you Omega?"


"No!" He blurted out, smoothing down the hairs on the back of his neck that she had raised. She still looked up at him, so he repeated; "No."

"Why are you here?" She said, raising her chin to meet his flitting gaze. Her head tilted to the side, slowly and she whispered, "Are you a reporter?"

"No."

""Why are you here?"

"Well…I…"

"Why are you here?"

"I…want to be…"

"Why are you here?"

"I want to be admitted."

"You want to be Omega?"

Heero looked blankly at the girl, her face was still expressionless…and so he tried to comprehend her question. Did he want to be Omega? What exactly was Omega anyway…you had to join to be admitted? That was odd for a help center, she opened her mouth and his hand slipped out to cover it. He knew exactly what she was going to say. He glanced down at her, and slowly said; "What is Omega?"

He let go of her mouth, and she blinked – the first time she had blinked in their conversation. Then she slowly began, "Omega is the light. Omega is the hope. Omega is the future."

The door swung open behind Heero, and suddenly a pretty blonde woman was standing there – staring down at the little girl, horrified. The little girls gaze shifted from Heero to the newcomer, and she blinked once more. The woman stared down at the little girl, and said softly; "Kanban, don't disturb the visitor."

She looked back at Heero, and sent him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry if she bothered you, Kanban is a bit autistic. She means no harm…" She brushed a strand of hair off of her face, and Heero glanced at her quickly. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a bun, and she was wearing the same sweatshirt that the people in the pamphlet wore – and had a gold chain around her neck, with a circle hanging from it. She reached out and pulled it gently, "May I help you?"

Heero caught her gaze, and suddenly felt very, very tired. He looked down at Kanban, she was still staring up at him; "I hope so."