Reason for Living
Prologue
It was time to move on once more. He had spent enough time in his current location and the lack of crime had him somewhat bored and disturbed. He never spent more than a few weeks in one location at a time and varied his choices between Earth and all the colonies. Getting a job was not always easy but he managed and the money that the good doctor had placed in a private account under his name was coming in handy whenever he needed extra funds.
Life held no real meaning for him now that the war was over. Waiting for a war that was never going to start was a demeaning and utterly useless task as it was blatant that if one would start, it would be long after he died of old age or by his hand. He drifted through the towns and cities, a shadow that people met briefly only to forget. He made no impact on their lives and held himself aloft from them whenever he came in contact with them. Even his employers were chilled by his emotionless demeanor and although they had admired his work, they had shunned him.
He had terminated his job with a small construction company earlier and returned to his drab apartment in the rundown district of Hyde Boulevard in London. Moving silently and assuredly around the small apartment, he removed all his hidden weapons from their hiding places and organised the rooms to look as if no one had occupied the apartment. Many a landlord had likened him to a ghost in the past for they always found the apartment looking like it had not been used by its latest occupant.
Entering the bedroom, he gathered his few possessions and packed them into a dark blue, nondescript duffle bag. Fixing the bed with not a wrinkle to be seen, he then went on his laptop to hack into Hoshi-Corp to find out when their next flight for L3 would be and to insert his name onto the passenger list. While doing this, the familiar ping of receiving a message rang through the apartment, echoing hollowly in his ears.
It was the same email address that the doctor had often used to contact him for missions but the war was ended and no one else was supposed to know about the address. No notion of what hope feels like allowed him to ignore the weak emotion fluttering in his chest as he opened the email; his normally expressionless face, his eyes flickered slightly, the only sign of his surprise as he read the note. It was from his former comrade Chang Wufei, the chinese pilot of the Gundam Altron.
In short the email read, 'I'm getting married exactly two weeks from the day that this email was sent and would like for you to get your militant ass over at the Celestial Gardens in Juuban, Tokyo. Yui, you better attend or I will personally kick your ass so far into the future that you'll meet my future children to kick your ass back to this time.
At an astounding speed, he noted that attending would mean that he had to spend more time on Earth before he leaved; two weeks to be exact. It was also noted that Wufei had finally found a woman who could stand his chauvinist attitude and abrupt mannerisms as incredible as it seemed. Lastly, he noted that the wedding was taking place in a japanese country not a chinese.
Deleting the email, he immediately decided not to go. He had a flight to catch and a move to make. There was no way that he would stick around after having been on Earth for so long. Since he did not have emotions, one might have mistakenly thought that he actually missed the colonies. Deep down, deep, deep, deep down where no light shines, really he did.
Completing his original task on the computer, he removed the account and created a new one, from which he emailed his doctor the name of the new one and told him which account it replaced. There was no way that anyone would reach him again unless it was a mission.
Tasks completed, he placed his laptop in its case and picked up both the laptop and the duffle bag. Taking out his key from his pocket, he strode determinedly towards the front door. Stopping in front of the door, he took one last look around to ensure that nothing was out of place. Opening the door softly, he walked out and never looked back. Passing by the superintendent's door, the key was left hanging on the handle after he knocked on the door noisily to get his attention.
Not bothering to wait for the door to open, he turned around and walked away, once again leaving no trace that he had been present. The Ghost had left the vicinity as silently and mysteriously as he had arrived.
Well that was my prologue. How did you like it? Please review and don't kill me for starting a new fic. I'll do my best to work on it.