AN: I don't own Gundam Wing, I just own Kia and Rylen. And to answer one question I had in the reviews. Yes. Kia is coming back.THIS CHAPTER!!!!!

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Vengeance

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Relena Peacecraft stormed through her mansion. Her face was hot, her movements were jerky and full of anger. No one talked to the Vice Foreign Minister like that and lived to tell the tale! Never! She slammed her bedroom door, and leaned against it. Looking around her room she sighed, then an idea hit her, her eyes shot up, and the her lips curled into a smirk.

Smiling wickedly, Relena stormed over to her desk, and turned on the computer. As she typed her eyes started to hold a crazed look in them, her smile changed to one of insanity. She pressed the 'Enter' key and sent the message she had just typed out.

The reply came back in a matter of 15 seconds, it read:

Consider it done, Vice Foreign Minister Peacecraft. -Shadow Fox

A harsh laughter rang out through the bedroom, and eventually through out the mansion. Her plan was falling into place, and there was nothing the Gundam pilots could do about it!

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Gundam Pilot 03

Code name: Trowa Barton

Pilot of: Heavyarms Custom

Current location: Italy

Mission: Eliminate pilot 03

A dark figure snapped closed his palm pilot. Looking back over to his laptop, the man started to type out orders to his guerrilla group in Italy. If they couldn't take eliminate the pilot, then he would have to go in himself. But that had never been a problem for him before, like the other Gundam pilots, he was a trained killer. He would do whatever it would take to see that his mission was complete.

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Heavyarms stumbled backwards after taking a rather hard hit, but he didn't stay down for long. Almost a second later the double-barreled machine gun came up and started to fire against the ambush.

Inside the Gundam, Trowa gazed calmly at the screen in front of him. The enemy had come virtually out of no where and started attacking. Did the enemy know that he was coming? Was there a leak in the system?

Question had to be answered, but not at that time. A hit from the left, threw Trowa forwards, but he was stopped by the leather harness over his shoulders. Hearing a fast beeping noise, he looked up, and saw that the left propulsion engine was at 65%.

Cursing under his breath, Trowa looked up towards the base, he has all the necessary information. Narrowing his eyes, he hit the missile launcher, and sent 7 missiles towards the Italian White Fang base. In seven different explosions, the base was gone.

"Mission complete."

A hit for the right reminded Trowa that there was still a battle at hand. Growling, he twisted Heavyarms Custom back and continued the onslaught of bullets.

The battle lasted only a few more minutes, before the small guerrilla fleet was destroyed. Heavyarms stood in the middle of the wreckage. Fire surrounded the Gundam. Inside the cockpit, Trowa had his head down, and his eyes closed.

The fight was over.

His purpose was over.

All his life, Trowa had fought. He had been a solider when he was a child, now the war was over, and he had nothing.

Looking up, Trowa gently pushed the controls forwards, making Heavyarms walk. He would lie low in Italy for a while, before he returned to the safe house in New Zealand.

After hiding Heavyarms, Trowa got out of the Gundam and looked back at it. The bright green eyes were still on.

Trowa smirked, "You've been a good friend, Heavyarms. Thank you."

It may have been his imagination, or just a flicker of light, but it seemed as if the Gundam head bowed, showing his respect towards the pilot.

"Perhaps sometime later, a new threat will occur, and I will someday need you're assistance. Till then.my old friend."

With that, Trowa turned and walked slowly out of the hanger, the sun was setting, stretching his shadow back towards the Gundam.

Slowly, the bright green eyes, dimmed, and turned off.

The five points of the world were now covered.

Heero, Tokyo, Japan Duo, Washington D.C, America Trowa, Rome, Italy Quatre, Riyadh, Saudi Arabia Wufei, Beijing, China

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3 days later

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Trowa walked down the crowded streets of Italy. He had some time before he had to be back in Orewa, and decided to spend it exploring the ancient city. Gazing around at the people, he noticed that they all wore, khaki shorts and light colored shirts. He shook his head, Tourists.can't stand the Italian sun. Locals, including Trowa, all wore pants.

The Italian pilot was wearing his typical jeans, a white shirt with a blue button up over it, and a black zip up jacket. Not you're normal everyday wear in Italy, but it was comfortable for the weather they were having. To him it felt warm, not too hot, just enough for a light jacket and pants.

Turning the corner, Trowa stopped and gazed at the site before him, the Coliseum. The ancient building was barely standing. Though people were still taking tours of it, parts that were once opened to the public, were now blocked off.

Sneaking around the guards, Trowa walked into the great Roman structure. It still amazed him that people so long ago could build something so amazing that it was still around today. He looked around carefully to see if anybody was around before he ducked under the blocked off rope and continued to walk down the rock hallway.

Trowa had been in the Coliseum once before, but he was a child at that time, and that was to hide from a group of mercenaries. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of shifting rocks. Freezing, Trowa took his hands out of his pockets, just in case. Carefully scanning his surroundings, he heard the sounds of footsteps. The person was in front of the pillar.

Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Trowa walked forwards, and stopped at the pillar. There was nothing in front of the pillar except a large hole in the ground. Looking down, what he saw shocked him. Below was a group of people. A small group of travelers, but that wasn't what was so surprising, what was surprising was they were all dead.

Kneeling down, Trowa estimated the drop to be about 8 feet, he looked around for any surprise attackers, he didn't see any. Dropping down to the next level, Trowa stayed in a crouch position, watching, and waiting.

Nothing came, standing he saw that there was going to be no surprise attack. Walking over to the group of five people, he looked them over, the all seemed to be dead, but one. Kneeling down next to the blond woman, she looked up to Trowa.

"Prendale, prego." The woman whispered. [1]

Trowa couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness run through him, he notice the wounds that she had, a puddle of blood was underneath the woman. "Soggiorno ancora, sarete tutto il di destra." He whispered to her, knowing full well that it was a lie. She was beyond saving. [2]

The woman smiled slightly and shook her head, she knew it was a lie, and that he lied for her comfort, "No, prenda il mio bambino, prego." She pointed over towards a wrecked stair case. [3]

Trowa looked over at the staircase. He didn't see anything.

"Protegga la mia ragazza, cura dell introito di lei." She whispered, she barely managed to get the words out before she started coughing, blood slid down her chin. [4]

"Wil I." Trowa answered. He looked back over towards the staircase for anything that looked like a human child. [5]

"Prmettami che vi occuperete di qui." She gripped Trowa's left hand tightly. [6]

Trowa jumped and looked back towards the woman, "Prometto." He whispered. The woman still didn't let his hand go. [7]

She smiled, her eyes were going dull. "Maggio la vigilanza dei dill sopia voi." She said softly before she let out one last breath and her eyes went blank. [8]

Trowa waited a few seconds, before he put a hand on the woman's face and closed her eyelids. He had always thought staring at a dead person's eyes was unnerving. He managed to get his left hand out of the tight grip and then he stood. Walking over towards the staircase he looked around for anything that resembled a child.

He shook his head and started to walk away, but then a shuffling noise echoed throughout the small pit. Turning, Trowa spotted someone under the stairs. Walking over he saw a baby that had to be Rylen's age. They were curled up under a small blanket. Moving closer, the Italian pilot reached out and carefully lifted the child out from their hiding place.

It was a little girl.

A small hand appeared out from under the blanket, and with that hand, came a small bracelet, at first look he thought it was a medical bracelet, but then he found that it was an identification tag. Turning his head, he got a better look at the name on the tag.

Kia Scarletti

"Kia?" Trowa whispered. He looked at the baby girl. The same blond hair, it had to be her!

".And over here, is where the emperor of Rome would sit during the festivities." Came an accented Italian voice.

Trowa cursed, and hid behind the stairs, he had forgotten all about the tours! Kia stirred in his arms, looking down, the two Italians made eye contact, Kia's whole posterior seemed to perk up, but it wasn't out of fear. Trowa made a motion for Kia to be quiet. She just yawned and set her head on Trowa's shoulder and gripped is black jacket with her small hand.

There was a gasp over head, they had just noticed the dead bodies, "Somebody call the police!" The guide instructed.

Looking around, Trowa vaguely remembered sneaking out through a door near here when he was young. He waited until the guide ushered the people away before he moved. He ran across the pit and turned the corner, he went down the flight of stairs, and found the door.

Pushing it open he calmly walked out of the Coliseum.

Kia looked up at Trowa, and smiled. Trowa looked down at Kia, he adjusted the slight weight before he shook his head, "Second guardian angel. Guess the fates thought we needed some looking after." The sound of sirens filled the air. Trowa continued to walk down the street, Kia in his arms.

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AN: Well there's chapter 3. It's the off season right now, and I'm trying to get as much done as I can, just go easy on me this summer, I have a lot of tournaments I need to be at. SO! If the going gets slow.just stick it out, alright?

R&R please!! I work faster with more reviews! Especially positive ones!! *hint hint*

Italian dialect:

[1] Take her, please [2] Stay still you're going to be alright [3] No, take my child, please [4] Protect my girl, take care of her [5] I will [6] Promise me, you'll look after her [7] I promise [8] May the gods watch over you

I just went to a translation site! Don't kill me if its wrong! Just correct me! =D thanks! Bye!