((it's been awhile, i know. i had writer's block forever and only recently got rid of it. let's just say that in two years, i wrote a whole three sentences. yah. now, i'm up to chapter seven in my handwriten version. and sorry for any grammer mistakes. i no longer have word, but word pad which does not have spell check and as always, i do NOT own Gundam Wing or anything like that. I just want to write about it. So please don't sue me seeing the only thing i have that's worth anything is in my mind and i would prefer to keep my head on my shoulders!))

"SHE'S YOUR WHAT?" Duo yelled over the video moniter Senkora hooked up.

"My sister," Heero repeated. "I want her to be trained in a Gundam and yours is the only one in a fit place to train her."

"My Gundam", he yelled angerly. "What's wrong with Trowa's or Zero?"

"Mine's in a ship with a cloaking device and Trowa's is in the hanger that nobody uses," Heero explained. "I don't trust Wufei and Quatre's somewhere in the desert with his hands busy. You're the only one who's not doing anything."

Duo sighed and leaned back into his chair, hanging his head, "Why do these things always happen to me?"

"Hey," Senkora yelled from across the room, mending some minor cuts. "It's not like I'm agreeing to this either."

"Where you the one who set up the transmitter," Duo asked skepticly.

Senkora nodded, "I picked it up."

"Maybe something good will come out of this," Duo smiled.

Heero looked at Duo, "Good, because you'll be spenking plenty of time with her."

"How do you plan to get me where he is, "Senkora asked.

"You're still on Earth, aren't you," Heero asked.

"For right now," Duo answered. "But I plan to go back to space soon."

"Radio me if you go before I can get to Earth," Heero said standing up. "You'll be baby-sitter for awhile."

"DON'T CALL ME BABY-SITTER," Duo yelled.

"We'll be on Earth in a few hours," Heero said. Give me your coordinates when I'm on the ship."

"I can fly," Senkora offered. "To prove some of my skills to you."

"No way," Heero answered. "I don't trust you."

Senkora shrugged, "Yah, whatever."

"She has me convinced she's your sister," Duo said. "She has your kind of coldness, Heero.

"Bye," Duo waved. "I gotta go rig up Deathsythe if she's gonna be training in it."

"Right," Heero nodded, truning off the make-shift moniter.

"We'll be leaving soon," he said sternly, turning toward Senkora. "So get what you need."

"I'm always ready, where ever I go," she smiled darkly. "And don't you forget it."

Heero evil-eyed her and turned to Trowa, "Do you have everything here under control?"

"Yah," he answered. "I'll keep an eye out for trouble out here. But there is some trouble brewing in the B6 area. If you're not planning on doing anything of importance, I suggest heading there."

"I'll head there then," Heero nodded. "Let's go, Senkora."

Senkora stood up and followed him out of the colony and to the shuttle. Senkora smiled when she saw it, reconizing it from the pictures that she had recieved from Dr. J some odd years back. It was a sleek blue that glimmered in the dim light. It was a medium-sized ship, with a large enough cargo for two Gundams, maybe three if it was completely empty. The small window was dark, reflecing the inner cavity of the colony. She looked into it, knowing that was where the controls she had studied so well were.

"It looks just as good as when I hacked it," Senkora said happily. "You've taken good care of it, brother!"

"Call me by my name," Heero said with little compassion. "I still don't know who you are."

"I'm Senkora, your sister," she answered.

"Or so you say," Heero retored. "You could be lying."

Senkora shrugged, "Why would I lie to you?"

"That's what I'd like to know," Heero answered as he boarded the ship.

Senkora rolled her eyes and boaded the ship behind him. The engines started with a purr that soon erupted into a roar. Senkora shook her head and went straight to the controls. She gave the ship to Heero for a time, now it was hers to take back as the rightful owner since he didn't trust her anyway. It wasn't her fault that she was captured before she was able to hack into it properly.

"What do you think you're doing,"Heero asked solomnly.

Senkora only kept typing on the keyboard, making multiple screens pop up in the inteior of the craft. She had learned how to do a lot of things at her stay in this colony. And the opperation thought she wouldn't be a threat. They all died knowing they were wrong.

"Bingo," Senkora smiled softly.

All the screens went black and only a whiute cursor blinked on each one.

"What did you name the ship," Senkora asked.

"The Rising Sun."

Senkora typed in the ship's name and smiled. The name scrolled down each screen in an endless cycle. Senkora hit some buttons before pressing a larger black one, turning off the screens.

"Now you won't have to announce the name," Senkora smiled, seating herself beside Heero in the co-pilot's chair. "There's even an encoded cerial number. The ship is now under a full licence and registration."

"Did they teach youu all that in captivity," Heero asked in monotone.

Senkora shook her head," Dr. J taught me, long after my vow to stay away from you."

Heero narrowed his eyes and started the engines. He knew that Dr. J hadn't told him a lot of things, including his family. But what he had told him was that family would get in the way of his missions. Surely this was an interference.

Senkora leaned back into the seat, knowing it would be a long ride. She remembered when Dr. J first told her that she must stay out of Heero's way.

He was undergoing trainings, lifting weights and on his way to becoming the perfect ideal pilot for the on-going war.

She was watching him high up in an oveserving room, listening to Dr. J speak.

"He may die or he will live in glory," he said, watching Heero. "He has already forgotten you exist and has no need to know any longer. Senkora, never cross his path, and if you do, pretend to be a perfect stranger. If you don't, I'll acuse you of being an OZ spy and send you right to their headquarters to dispose of you as they wish. . ."

Senkora slowly opened her eyes, the distant hum of the engines and thrusters singing a lulaby. She looked over at her sleeping brother, arms folded and a stern face. Exactly how she remembered him back when he was training. But the times they would play, back when war was nothing of a concern to a child. Running in the colony's fresh feilds and through the contruction zones, a place of new life.

Then the explosion that rendered them both orphans.

She sighed, she couldn't even remember her parent's faces or her own last name. After they were taken in, she finally remembered her own first name, but that was all. That and her brother's horrified face. Then they both began training, herself in case she was needed and her brother as a soilder.

Heero woke up, eyes searching the ship and making sure Senkora wasn't doing anything to put his life in danger. Nobody told him he had a sister, or a family of anykind. If she was telling the truth, he was more confused then he thought he already was.

The images of the little girl flashed through his mind, the casualty he never meant to happen. She was no more then seven, walking her dog in the grassy park that was surrounded by the contrution of new office buildings and a military compound. He had just finished the first part of his mission; to destroy the living quarters of the base. She came up to him, and said that he looked so sad, and gave him a flower. She was so sweet, innocent, a light in the darkened world that he had been existing in.

That night, he went out to complete his mission. This was done effortlessly, detenating the bombs with a detonator, which carried out the orders. As he turned away to head back to the labatory, an unexpected explosion rocked the colony.

Heero looked up in horror as the explosion knocked over some mobile suits onto the neighboring residential buildings, sending two up in flames. His eyes struck horror in those flames and exploisions underneath the wailing siren.

The next morning, amung the rubble, lie the pup, stilled the night before. A sort of sympathy tinged with sadness came over him as he carried the dead away. He buried it amung the snow that fell from the artificial sky.

The flashing images rolled across his mind, a bad memory he couldn't surpress. He remembered nothing before that, only his training. But Senkora still seemed somewhat familiar as something long forgotton.

Could he really have a sister?

He looked at her, staring out the window at the numberless stars and occasional astroid. He'd have to make sure she could be trusted before he did anything. And Duo was the person to do it. That slacker needed something to do while the rest of them were riskig thier necks. And this would take her off his back for awhile to figure things out for himself.