The year is After Colony 198. A year after the peace was made between the space colonies and Earth. In the year 195, there was a war in which millions of people were killed, living not only on Earth but also the space colonies. To protect the colonies, five scientists sent special mobile suits, known as Gundams, to Earth, along with their chosen pilot. Five boys piloted those Gundams, each one learning about the horror, tragedy, victory and utter chaos that war is. Now, the Gundams are destroyed, and the weapon known as Gundam was never used again.

However…there are still threats to the now peacefully established Earth Sphere Unified Nation. One of the largest threats will interrupt the lives of those that wish for peace and harmony between Earth and Space…and those who have fought for it, especially five pilots… the students taught to fight will now become the teachers… the legacy for peace will be passed down, father to son, mother to daughter, teacher to pupil...

Time touches everyone, in some shape or form.

Colony L1- 7:45 PM- April 17, 198 A.C

It was a crowded street, lined with markets, separated by the road that cars kept speeding past toward their destinations. The locals and tourists walked down the street, searching the stores. It was a good day for it, too, with the weather machines capturing the sun's energy. Most people were out with their loved ones, but there were those that were out by themselves, just looking around.

He felt disconcerted, which was unfamiliar to him, considering that he was conditioned to be the 'perfect soldier' everyone desired to command since he was a child. But it had been so long since he had been here, a little disorientation wasn't even worth thinking about. What unnerved him was that it might have been noticeable.

'Heero Yuy' had been sent to Earth at the age of fifteen, to fight for the colonies' independence from the Alliance, then again from the tyranny of OZ when it took over. Now, eighteen years old, he felt much older and wiser than people twice his age, having piloted a Gundam, being imprisoned, accomplishing missions, guerilla attacks, as well as being shot at constantly for a period of two years.

"And hit twice," he muttered to himself, smirking at the memory. He had programmed missiles on an OZ base to blow up his Gundam, not knowing that there was another Gundam pilot who had found his Gundam, or who the other Gundam pilot was. And it was the other pilot that had shot him- Duo Maxwell, the pilot of Deathscythe. Duo was known as the God of Death, Shinigami, whenever he was in battle, but to his friends, he was just Duo.

He felt a strange lump in his throat, realizing it was nostalgia. There was Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, and himself. All of the Gundam pilots, each not knowing of the other's existence- and when they finally met, it was as if they were distant family members, of sorts. But over the years, when they got to know each other better, it wasn't merely war buddies meeting again. They were like brothers, drawn together by destiny. Heero wondered what the others were up to right now… as busy he was being the head of Relena's security team, he was able to get some time off, to visit the colony that he had met Dr. J at, learned about the Gundams, the training necessary to pilot one…

BUMP!

"Oh, sorry about that," said the girl as she stumbled back upright, balancing a book bag on her left shoulder. "I didn't see you, and with all this stuff I'm carrying... I'm really sorry…" She hefted her book bag again, shifting the weight in it so it was easier to hold, rushing away from him hurriedly.

Heero had kept his eyes up and saw the girl as she had walked into him... but the way she had 'accidentally' turned and walked... it had seemed staged. As she walked away, he noticed a paper that was folded and did appear to be dropped there recently.

'Probably fell out of her bag,' he thought as he picked it up and opened it. His eyebrows narrowed as his eyes scanned the paper. He stared at the paper, shocked. Written on the paper was a message- a mission- from a person that he knew to be dead. The code name 'Antigone' was written there, bringing an obscure memory back to him, Dr. J telling him to look in the future for someone with that name.

He looked up, searching for the girl- she was sitting on the curb of the street, the book bag on the ground. She was wearing a red t-shirt, blue jeans and black shoes, a tomboy schoolgirl out of class for the day. Her eyes, golden colored eyes, were glancing around at the traffic or the other people that were moving. No one would give her any notice. But Heero knew that it had been planned that he would see that paper, and therefore go to her.

'She caught my attention on purpose,' Heero thought to himself as he crossed the street, walking past the crowds until he was sitting beside her on the curb. A third party might think they were friends or siblings merely sitting together. Heero spoke low so she was the only one who heard what he said.

"I'm Heero Yuy. I take it you're Antigone. How long have you been here?"

The girl, who looked to be about ten years old, brushed some of her red-brown hair out of her face as she stared up at Heero.

"For a few weeks. It was difficult to see through the crowd, but once I had seen you... you matched the description. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and-" she looked at his clothes and smiled, her amber colored eyes shining in the fading light "-a green tank top and black spandex shorts with tan sneakers."

Heero looked at her, his face expressionless as he spoke. "I wear socks too." He stood up, and the girl stood up quickly, struggling with her book bag. Heero tried to grab it from her, but her eyes flicked up with resentment for an instant- then faded as she shook her head. "I can handle it," she hefted it to her shoulder, her eyes averted.

Heero looked up at the sky, which had begun to darken quickly. "It's going to rain soon. Do you have a place to stay?"

She heard him and looked up as well, swearing under her breath. "Damn. I need to go back-"

"It's alright," Heero stopped her, and walked quickly down the street toward the direction of a hotel. "Follow me. I have a room at a hotel here. Besides, we need to talk."

She ran after him until she was walking beside him, a quizzical expression on her face.

"About what?"

He turned, his intense blue eyes staring like lasers into her amber eyes, wide with surprise, but without fear.

Heero turned and kept walking. "Why Dr. J wanted me to train you for piloting mobile suits."