Prologue:
Heero felt like something was wrong. He had been edgy ever since this morning. He couldn't concentrate. He looked at his untouched mission report on his computer screen. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate, but this only made him feel even uneasy than he already was. His stomach did little jumps, making him feel sick.
He shook his head now, trying to get his mind clear. He felt like he had a hangover, even though he never had a drink of alcohol in his life, but he supposed this is what it felt like.
'Dammit, concentrate!' His mind screamed. He took a deep breath and sighed. 'This isn't going to help anything…' he thought calmly, keeping his "perfect soldier" mask the way it always had to be, and that was to be an empty shell, to be emotionless. "I need to get some fresh air." He said unknowingly aloud.
He slowly got up stiffly from his chair. He glanced down at his slightly shaking hand. He still hadn't fully recovered from his last mission in which he had gotten injured. He had gotten shot by with a bullet and it still sometimes hurt his back. He still bandages over the wound. It hadn't healed over yet, but he decided not to tell anybody. Since it didn't matter any ways if he did, right? The other Gundam pilots weren't his comrades or anything. He had never had comrades before. It was something he had gotten used to it. Working alone was easier for him, no one to tell what to do or explain anything to.
He reached down and grabbed a light coat, wearing his usual attire, his forest-green tank top that hung loosely over his thin, but well-built body with his tight black pants. He walked out the door, not bothering to lock it since if anyone did decide to walk in, only the Gundam pilots would be able to hack into his computer which was his only valuables except for his other materials needed for missions such as guns and ammo.
He would be back in less than ten minutes, deciding to explore the forest that almost enclosed the current apartment he had rented for the time being. He stepped out the door, not knowing that he was being watched; though this was quite rare, over time he had become used to a certain feeling when he was being watched…
TBC
Author's note: Please forgive the different writing style; this was one of my older stories, one of the first I wrote for Gundam Wing with ADWE (A Date with Evil). Also, this story was put up again for Artgirl150, who requested it a long time ago. I'm sorry for the long wait! Also, those who did read Lost expect major plot changes so it'll be different. I watched my box set and poof all these idea's in my mind screaming at me. Damnit I hate when that happens. Anyhow, reviews are nice and if anyone has suggestions later on, please inform my!
So, what did y'all think of it? -Red Tail
