Warning: I have found that I don't like the timeline it does not suit my purposes I prefer the idea that the pilots spent more time together. I also interpret the characters as I see fit. Hmm. what else oh yeah I own nothing only the clothes on my back.and according to my parents not even that let the fiction begin I ask for criticism and someone to beta.so if you want to complain about mistakes offer to edit. Also I have an excuse, I churned out three chapters in one night in a flash of creativity while listening to the radio which oddly enough I have no idea what they are playing. it sounds like they are chanting in Latin for the black Sabbath or something.hmm.I don't judge. thought

He always fascinated me. I don't know why. Maybe it was my training. I learned to be logical, and reasonable, he defied everything I was. How can you be perfect when everything you think is displayed on your face? Somehow he managed

When I first met him I would not, could not believe he was who he said he was. Then I figured even genius scientists could screw up. And what a screw up he was. Then I watched him and saw for myself. That was the moment my whole world shattered. All my life I'd been taught things could only be done one way or you were dead. The thought that my existence could have something more than the mere shell I'd been given was a mind-blowing epiphany. When I had seen other people, normal people I had told myself they were doomed.

Even the way he looked defied logic. His hair was about three feet long. What are you going to do with that in hand-to-hand combat? Nor did not blend in. he was
loud and he dressed like a Roman Catholic priest. That was the first thing you notice about him.

He acted as if he were normal though. As if being a teenaged mercenary was a hackneyed expression. He always tried to do things, get involved with life he would call it. I wouldn't have minded so much but he always tried to include me.

"Heero let's do this."

"Heero let's go here."

"Heero..."

He never gave up I tried ignoring him. I finally just told him to shut up. After a while he gave up. He gave the other pilots more attention. It did not care. One day he asked what I plan to do once the war was over. I responded that there would be nothing to worry about. I would most probably die in the...in fact I had pretty much planned on it. Once there was peace what would I do...I was a soldier. I cannot integrate into society. I cannot go to school, and I cannot get a job. And quit frankly I don't know how to interact with people and haven't even a desire to. What else does that leave?

Technically I do not exist. When the war ends the government will become more organized.

That will probably be the first thing they do clean up the missing identities, the false, and the multiple and attempt to log all those unrecorded births.

I don't even know when was born. I am a weapon when wars end weapons are destroyed, end of discussion.

He gave me a startled look when I said this. He shook his head and then walked away.

"Duo we have a mission"

"what is it?"

"We have to infiltrate a school; there is an agent with information. This is to be a constant exchange over weeks; we are to take the agent with us when we leave. To aid in this data exchange we are to enter the school as students "

"sounds like fun when do we leave?"

"This is Maxwell Goodings, and Heero Young class, they are exchange students from Japan and will be staying with us. You two may take any empty seat. I'll be your homeroom teacher Ms. Rainer"

Heero sat down in the first free seat he came to. Duo however scoped the room and positioned himself in the back between two girls.