Chapter 3

Notes to:

rinkurocks- Thank you for your comments. How is it deep? I was trying to go for something somewhat simplistic.

Nicole()- I'm glad that it relates to you. I wasn't sure anyone but me could relate to how Heero is thinking. I'm actually working on about three books right now. One is a Fantasy/Humor, one is a dark Horror/ Fantasy/ Sci-fi, one is a take-over of the world foiled by a group of elite teens. Thanks for your review.

Psi-Neko- Actually I completely agree with you. It is human nature to fight, as you pointed out. The disposing of the fighters will come back to haunt them, if all goes where I think it's going, right now. You'll have to wait and see if they are going to rebel against the people and what Relena will do, and what the pilots will do, as I'm not exactly positive about what will happen until I start to write. Thank you for the questions and comments, they really made me think. I definitely will keep writing, quite frankly I don't think I could stop, it's like it's a essential part of me.

Mithros- Well, it was meant to be a one-shot venting fic, and it could still stand alone if I left it be. As I have said before I didn't think anyone would be interested in what this fic was meant to say. I will definitely continue as long as I can think of ideas for it, and I keep getting reviews. Thank you for your review.

Ellen()- I will continue, and it will have a plot and still be contained in Heero's thoughts. It will definitely stay angsty, at least for a long time, mostly because I don't see Heero as a happy go lucky/cheerful person. If you look at his past, and at his character in the show, you'll see he's a fairly dark, but intelligent person. Thank you for telling me that you liked that sentence, because I didn't know if it really made sense, so I was going to rewrite it, but since you like it how it is it stays. Thank you for your review.

Anyone reading and enjoying this fic: First I want to warn people that I will upload and post as often as possible, but I won't always be able to post every day. I don't go on-line on Sunday as I am a strong bible-believing Christian, and therefore won't be posting on Sundays. Secondly I want to suggest to you angst lovers a one-shot Harry Potter fanfic called Third Death by: Lunaris Delle Stelle, it is really good. Also you people might want to try The Obernewtyn Chronicles by Isobelle Carmody, it's a great series. Also do people mind if I sometime do other peoples points of view if I clearly label whose point of view it is?

There is rioting in the streets, soldiers killing, them killing, only She stays innocent. Only She can still preach pacifism in the middle of the almost war zone. I doubt that She even knows that peace has died, and the waltz has continued.

Someone once said that history is like a wheel endlessly turning on it's axle and different speeds, faster or slower depending on humanity, if that statement is true, then it is a long way back to the top and even then we're doomed to start going down again. It's hard to believe that a little over three months ago we were on top of the wheel, now it seems like we're stuck in a quagmire.

They are intensely searching for the Gundam pilots and the Lightning Count, little do they know they have both a pilot and the great Lightning Count. I found out that they got Trowa two days ago when I went to warn him to lay low, as they are getting closer to us. I saw him taken away. He's one who is probably going to be killed.

Zechs was arrested yesterday, he's one of the more fortunate ones, he probably has at least five weeks until he dies.

How long is it until they get the rest of us? How long is it until even Duo is so battered and bruised that he can't smile? Or maybe he'll be one who they shoot in the back. Perhaps he will be allow to live in jail for the rest of his life. How long is it until Wufei is shot in the street for saying the wrong things to the wrong people? How long is until they figure out that their sweet, quiet, blond haired pacifist was at one time a "Inhuman, murdering monster"? How long until they figure out I'm not just some face on a darkened street?