Operation X

Chapter 1: Past 'N' Dreams

The rays of light danced through the cold dark waters. Heero Yuy was falling down deep into the darkness that awaited beneath him. He opened his eyes and looked blankly at the shining light.

"I've been having these weird dreams lately..." He whispered, "Like, is any of this for real... or not?"

It suddenly felt like something began to push down onto his helpless body. Heero closed his eyes and let himself sink into the unknown abyss. A flash of light surprised him and when he opened his eyes, he was on a beach. The sun blinded him as he covered his eyes from its stinging rays. Just in front of him, was a boy. His jet black, long, spikish hair waved in the soft breeze.

Heero took a step towards the boy, only to hear and see the retreat of the water. It began to form a tidal wave. Heero tried to call out to the boy in front of him, but no sound came out of his mouth. Coincidental, as Heero thought, the boy turned around and smiled at him. His blue ocean eyes pierced Heero's soul. Heero gasped to see who was standing in front of him. But who was he? What was he doing in the water?

The boy in the water stretched out his long muscular arm. Heero noticed the tidal wave growing and with his first instincts, Heero sprinted towards the boy in panic. With no hope though, the tidal wave crashed down onto both of them, pushing Heero backwards, making him do back flips. He slowly looked up to see the boy still standing there with a small grin painted on his face. Once more, he reached out his arm, but as Heero tried to reach out to take a hold of his hand, a gush of moving water pushed against him. Heero tried to fight through the current but, failed. He was pushed back.

Heero soon found himself falling backwards. With strength he broke through the surface of the water and shook his head. His vision came clear. He looked around and saw a girl not that far away from him, on the same beach he was just on. The sun was setting and its long rays danced upon the water. Streaks of pinks, purples and blues engulfed the sky and soon faded into darkness where tiny sparkling gems appeared, one by one in the velvet sky.

The girl on the beach was wearing a triangle bikini top, with black baggy cargo like pants. Her hair was long and it dangled down past her waist. She waved frantically over to Heero with a big smile on her face.

All Heero could do was smile back. He began to trudge through the water. A sudden heaviness lifted from his heart. His blood began to race through his veins, but yet, at the same time he felt a great sadness settle down on him. Finally reaching the shore, Heero crouched down and placed his palms on his bent knees. The girl was laughing, but Heero couldn't hear her. Everything seemed to be silent.

Looking up to her face, a big smile swept onto Heero's face. He was tired but he sure thought it was worth it trudging through that water. His chest tightened up when he saw that the girl wasn't laughing. Instead she was starring towards the sky with a big shocked face. Heero straightened up and turned around to see a body falling from the sky. He suddenly saw himself, falling through the air, with his eyes closed.

Like a small tide, rolling in, water brushed past his feet. He suddenly felt like his whole life was drained out of him. He felt himself falling backwards, expecting the hard impact of the sand. Surprisingly, the sand beneath him gave away to the sky where he reached out his arm to the girl who was standing on thing air. Like a ripple, where a stone was thrown, the girl's image was swept away and all that was left was the sky above him. Heero just fell. It seemed like minutes passed by.

With a sudden jolt, Heero Yuy woke up to find himself in his room. Dark shadows engulfed the corners of the dark blue room. The doors to the balcony was left ajar and the white opaque curtains danced slowly in the warm light breeze that washed through the room. Heero drew the covers away and sat up with his feet touching the floor. Beads of sweat streamed down his soft skin.

"December... November..." He whispered to himself. A small tear made its way down his cheek and dripped down onto the hard wooden floor. Heero brushed another tear away and took a deep breath.

He got up and walked to the balcony doors. He pulled them open and stepped out into the night. He leaned against the railings and starred out over towards the beach that was calm.

"Take care of her."

"November, remember what you said? I'm always with you too. I'll come back to you, I promise!"

"I know you will!"

Heero pushed those thoughts out of his head. He remembered what his promise was, but he couldn't find her. He had left them both and soon was found by scientists who couldn't figure out his odd behaviour. Heero told no one about his friends he left a long time ago. He soon found himself training and fighting as a Gundam Pilot. Now that the war of Operation Meteor was over, Heero was eager to patch up his past. But he didn't know where to start or for the fact if they were still alive. If they were, where were they?

"Heero?"

Spinning around, Heero found Trowa standing in the doorway. Trowa made his way towards the balcony and like Heero, leaned against the railings.

"Hi, Trowa." Heero managed to say. His thoughts tried to wander back to his friends but now that Trowa was right in front of him, he had to face the present.

"Have you hear from Quatre?" Trowa asked.

Heero shook his head. "No." He said, softly.

Trowa looked at him, "Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yeah," he paused, "W-what do you mean that you can't find Quatre." He had to change the subject or any moment he could blurt out his entire past which is unknown and mysterious to the others. If they knew, it wouldn't be mysterious anymore and Heero wanted to keep it that way.

Letting out a sigh, Trowa said, "Well, we've been trying to contact to him for six months. But we can't find him anywhere."

"Where was the last place he headed to?"

"Somewhere in Canada, Winnipeg, Manitoba... I think...,?" Trowa paused, "Do you think, he's dead?"

Heero shook his head. "No," He said, "Quatre wouldn't let anything happen to him. You know him."

Trowa nodded in agreement. "Well," He said, straightening his posture. "Only one way to find out."

"What?" Heero looked at Trowa with a dumbfounded expression slapped onto his face. What was Trowa thinking of doing? "I mean, how?"

"You and I, Heero," Trowa began to explain, "Are going to go and find Quatre."

"But how?" Heero began to get a little fusturated. He hated how Trowa only gave him information in bits and pieces. He needed to know when they were going to leave, how they're going to get there and last of all, would Duo and Wufei accept their depatures?

"We're going to run away Heero," Trowa whispered, "We're going to leave tonight."

Heero scratched his head. Trowa was sure acting, strange tonight. Maybe he drank or ate something that just made him a little... odd. "What about Duo and-"

"Forget about them." Trowa interrupted. "When have they started making decisions for us? Heero, I know what bothers you deeply, but there is only one way to find out."

"Huh?" Heero looked at Trowa. Something about the way he looked, the way he was talking, 'No' he thought. 'It couldn't be', but then again, no one knew about Trowa's past either. Did he really know what was troubling him? Did he really know about his past or was it just the way HE was talking and acting. Trowa could basically tell if there was something on his mind. But did he really know what?

Trowa's expressions were blank. He starred at Heero. "Okay." Heero said, nodding his head. "I'll go."

"Great." Trowa smiled, "Get your clothes on, we're going to Winnipeg, Manitoba." He brought out two plane tickets and fanned them out between his fingers.

Heero chuckled. Trowa was sure unpredictable.