Warnings: Uh… character torture, violence, swearing, oocness at times, and who knows what else.

Pairings: 02xH, 01xR—cannon pairings

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, as well as the characters, are not owned by me, therefore don't sue me since I'm a person who can't even afford to buy that spiffy army trench coat that I saw…

Kidnapped
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Chapter One:
A Perfect Experiment

AC 195, Christmas Eve:
"Take Relena with you. I'm going back to fight Zech's." Heero's tone was in his normal emotionless voice, only this time there was a fire in his voice. He was on a mission.

"Heero!" Relena shouted as he gave her to Noin who was in her space Taurus suit. Noin almost thought she heard a mumbled swear word from the Peacecraft heir for a moment but ignored it.

Heero waited for her response, which came less than a minute later. "Roger." Noin understood his mission clearly. Reaching out and taking Relena in the robot's metal hand, the princess holding onto Noin's suit's thumb so she wouldn't go flying off into space, Noin bowed her head to will back tears. Heero and Zechs were so strong. She could lose Zechs, or Relena would lose Heero, or her brother.

"You still have to fight him?" She questioned.

Heero pressed the reply button on his control panel and briskly said over the connection link, "Unless I beat him, I can't end this war...or my own battle." He looked at Relena once more, barely even a glance, and then shot off in the direction of Libra, which was on a crash course mission to earth.

Two Years Later, AC 197:

Heero opened his eyes and willed away the fading memory that disturbed him from his slumber.

He lied.

He hadn't ended his own battle. He was still fighting every single day, even in his sleep. Everything was etched into his mind. He hadn't talked with the other Gundam pilot's for a long time, figuring they had better things to do.

He sighed heavily. Willing himself up off the rather lumpy couch, which he had fallen asleep on, he grabbed the remote off the nearby coffee table as he walked by to turn on the television. He leaned on the wall as he listened to see if anything interesting was on. He turned it off after five minutes: nothing interesting—like usual.

He heard the pounding on the door. He grabbed a white button shirt and threw it over his torso and left the sleeves, which went to his elbow's, unbuttoned like they were. He frowned as he made his way towards the door, wondering when he had become s lazy.

Then, he reminded himself—'since the war has been over,' as a response to his thought question.

He walked over to the door and opened it, all the while cursing the landlord for not allowing the tenants to have one of the spy holes so he could see who was pounding on his door.

He caught a sigh before it escaped his lips as his thoughts turned depressing, 'Miss Dulin will NOT be happy with all the noise.' She was always so nice to him, but rather bitchy when it came to his friends. He never understood that crazy, warm-hearted at times person.

"Yeah?" He asked to the people wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

"Hello." A man in front began politely, making Heero wonder if they were selling things around the complex. He took off his hat and his sunglasses like any gentleman would and laced his fingers together, offering a smile. He had brown hair and light blue eyes, almost a cloud blue color.

"What do you want?" Heero's eyes narrowed in suspicion, knowing the men were up to no good. However, he held his ground, his arm still on the door that was partially opened and he leaned against the doorframe.

The man looked at him, shocked and then smiled a little once more at the young teenager. "You.' he cheerfully responded as he threw a quickly punch in Heero's stomach, strong enough for him to bring his victim down to his knee's. He then reached into his pockets and brandished a strong pair of cuffs and clasped them hard on Heero's hands, binding them together.

All the while, Heero coughed up some blood from the force of the blow by his door and then was ragged off, him being gagged and kicking all the way until they threw him a van in the parking area under the apartment, "Ugh..." He muttered through the gag. He let out another groan as he landed on his arms, which were cuffed, making a loud crack sound as his bone snapped a bit from the awkward position and velocity that he was thrown in at.

The man up front looked at the young boy. "Crap, he's got a broken bone, he won't be able to do anything for a while."

"It'll heal quickly." Another man, the driver, said to the other man who in turn looked back at the young boy who glared at them.

'Who the hell are these people and if they are kidnapping me, then why would they care if I have a broken bone?' Heero thought. He was able to turn off his arm that felt like crap.

He started breathing heavily, making the men turn to look back at them. 'It's hot back here...' Heero thought as his flushed face felt the cool air of the air conditioning. This made him looked up, shocked, they were looking at him as they turned up the AC...

"If you are near to the dark, I will tell you of the sun…"
Aura, .hackSIGN