Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon.
Prologue
Scenery whipped blindly past as Hiiro eased his foot into the gas pedal. The mission had gone off without a hitch, but its simplicity had left him feeling unsettled. Lady Une had requested he take a sealed message to a plain, nondescript man. Very few words had been exchanged when the receiver and he had met, which was the way he preferred his affairs, but the entire situation had been too straightforward.
Hiiro smirked at the irony of his thoughts. He yearned for the simple life, but uncomplicated events were inclined to leave him uneasy. Yet, life as a Preventer was taking a less cumbersome course. Missions were few and far in between as Earth began to settle down and promising politicians began to take their respective roles.
The empty bridge road was slick from morning showers and the charcoal sky promised more rain to come after true dark. With a half-hearted glance out the side window, he caught sight of a shock of yellow against bleak grey. A woman with her back towards him stood up high on a wet metal beam, one arm clutched tightly around a supporting pole. Her dark blonde hair was arranged in a peculiar style and the two pigtails that cascaded down her back snapped in the fierce wind.
All rational thoughts told him to keep driving and pretend he hadn't seen her and that she wasn't contemplating suicide. And if she was, it was none of his business. Her life was her own to do with as she pleased and a stranger like himself would be powerless to stop her.
Hiiro forced his eyes forward, but he couldn't stop thinking and thinking and thinking. He gritted his teeth, reaching for that internal switch to shut off his brain, but found it faulty.
The woman looked normal; did she have a normal family as well? Did she have normal friends who would mourn her if she died?
The idea that she might have a loving family and devoted friends while she sought death provoked him. Almost on its own accord, the hand that gripped the steering wheel arced swiftly to the side. The vehicle swerved on the slate road and screeched to a halt in the opposite lane. The road was clear and empty on both sides, stretching on and on. The engine hummed softly and he, brooding, sat as he watched her.
The woman—girl—hadn't turned around. She wore a Japanese sailor-style school uniform and looked smaller and more frail up close. Her clothing molded to her body with every violent gust of wind and he saw just how delicately framed she was. The only thing that anchored her to life was the thin arm that hugged the pole.
He reached for the door and stepped out of the car.
AN, very randomly: *frowns a little* I don't know. I really don't know. *sighs* Just an idea. . .and a poorly thought-out one at that. OOCness on Hiiro's part, even though I tried to make him IC. Rain, rain, rain, I have such affinity with rain; I keep writing fics about it. =.=;; I have a feeling I'm going to be breaking a rule I keep with myself: to only post up fics that I plan on finishing. =| Questions, comments, and flames are all welcome in my review box. Of course, I prefer praise and constructive criticism to a platter of flambe. . .unless it's banana. ^^()