Author's notes: I forgot to add disclaimers. First off I apologize that when I first posted this that the opening was jumbled. This has been corrected. I do not own Sailor Moon nor Gundam Wing. I do not own the names, the concepts of Gundams or anything of that sort. These characters are altered from their original anime versions for the purpose of this fan fiction.
If I have grammar errors I ask your forgiveness. I am not an English major, however, I do the best I can. If I have misspelled names in the fan fiction (for example Wufei should only have one capitol, not two) then I also ask you to please overlook this. In any future stories, I will go back and correct this. I did not know how Wufei's name was spelled when I first started out, and now my word automatically set it that way. Again, I ask your forgiveness please.
Other details: In the original anime and manga Makoto's hair is brown, and her eyes are green. I altered these, so I am noting this.
Last warning: Alternate universe far beyond the original series. Character's personalities altered as well as some physical details. Thank you
The white-hot lights burned her hazel eyes. They blazed above, making her feel slightly nauseous and she felt very weak. If there was one thing Makoto (Mako) Lei Kino hated was the feeling that she was weak and venerable. The sweat of the past twelve hours labor hung heavily on her head. She shut her eyes as images whirled around her head. She heard the clink of needles, the smell of anapestic, and the stomach turning sight of blood in the bedpans below her. It was the smell of a recent birth, a smell that was vile, and the sight was very disgusting to. She fell back on the hospital bed. She was eighteen, and she didn't like this feeling of being dirty. She felt dirty and revolting. The events that had lead her thus far still rang violently in her head. All she remembered was having to eject when her gundam had been seconds from exploding. She'd been sent on a solo mission to Siberia. She wouldn't admit her fear to anyone, the fear that Usagi-chan would not be there to advise her and in a motherly fashion to correct her faux pas. Onyx, her Gundam, had exploded in a fiery ball as she lay bleeding on the snowy ground. It was totally annihilated, and she was powerless to prevent the great gundam's fall. She'd walked around in a daze, leaving droplets of her own blood in the snow.
She had been dazed and very odd state. She finally collapsed out of hunger and exhaustion. Her body was weak from her oozing wounds. That's when her whole ordeal had begun. This is when she'd been seduced by him. The man who thought he owned the entire universe and everything in it. He who thought all of life was an unraveling play before his eyes. He who had dumped her for a woman named Unne. She was tossed aside like a plaything. He'd strung her along with faulty declarations and flattering her. She'd tried to find her friend Usagi Tsukino, to no avail. She did not know Usagi had teamed up with the five Gundam pilots, Duo, Quatre, Trowa, WuFei, and Heero, to put an end to the bloody brawl that had ensued between Earth and the colonies. She couldn't know the attractions two Gundam pilots were developing for her strong-willed, logical thinking best friend. No, all Mako knew at the moment was the pain she'd gone through, the utter sense of humiliation she'd felt at being sucked into Treiz Kushronada's evil scheme.
That he'd lured her into sleeping with him. She felt like a harlot. The worst part was she'd also been stupid enough to get herself pregnant. He'd thrown her out two months after she'd discovered it to her horror. She'd slouched wherever she'd had the opportunity, and cried her eyes out. It felt luck was against her; then again it had been for the longest time. She heard the doctors and nurses step back into the room. She'd delivered about two hours ago, and the child, a tiny girl, had been cleaned and weighed. She had turned out to be 7 pounds three ounces.
They approached her asking if she wanted to hold the baby. Mako declined their offer, as she had already signed closed adoption papers months ago. Nobody was to know this, nobody but her. It would be a deep dark secret she'd take with her to the grave. She looked away as they wheeled the infant off. She sighed heavily, feeling like she could be smothered in her own cascade of raging emotions. Yes, she was a woman, but they didn't prevent her own emotions from nearly drowning her in a tsunami. She was required to stay overnight, to make sure she wouldn't have any hemorrhaging.
She was released the next day, feeling miserable. What could she do now? She had no Gundam, she had gained twenty pounds, and she felt really useless. Her blonde hair was very, very, scruffy and tangled. She hadn't really bothered to comb it, as she still felt lost. She mentally slapped herself and told herself she needed to quit giving herself a pity party. First thing on her agenda was to lose some weight. She detested the feeling of being fat. For that fact she reminded herself to never get herself knocked up again, she had hated her entire nine months of pregnancy. She'd been cranky, had the worst case or morning sickness ever seen, and felt very fat and unattractive. She was going to be nineteen in two months, but that fact did not cheer her up.
In fact, it made her feel even more like a failure for falling into such a sticky web at a tender age. She sighed heavily, and began to jog, still very sick and sore from the labor she'd had to endure. She wondered how in the heck some people went through this when they had five or six kids. They must be off their nut. She'd have to build a new gundam. She had heard of someone who was very knowledgeable when it came to gundams. Perhaps she could convince him to help her build a new, more improved version of Onyx. Even if this man called Howard couldn't actually help her to build a new Gundam, he might be able to refer her to someone who could. "Lord what fools these mortals be," she sighed under her breath as she continued to jog all the way to a peer, which could take her to where Howard was. She was slowly beginning to recede into her original weight before her unfortunate ordeal. A man in a Hawaiian shirt, which considering it was nearing the dead of winter was odd indeed, greeted her. She called out to him, "Are you Howard?" He hopped down from a platform, oil slick on his hands.
"Yes, I am. May I help you?" She thought the sight of him was rather funny, but dispelled her laughter in her mind.
"Do you think you could help me rebuild a gundam?"
His eyebrow shot up. "I'm not so good at building things from scratch miss, what was your name?"
She smiled; she was forgetting her manners. "Makoto Kino, call me Mako though." He shook her hand. "I've got enough fixing Deathscythe Duo decides to break him." A man with a long braid also jumped down from a platform.
"I heard that! I do not do that on purpose, it's just I happen to get hit by missiles." Mako scanned him over. He really was very hot. She mentally slapped herself, was she just calling a guy hot. 'Baka,' she mentally rebuked herself.
Duo peered over at her. "Nice to see a pretty lady for once," He grinned at her in a boyish fashion. She blushed intensely.
"She was trying to recruit me to build a gundam from scratch, as if I could do that," Howard huffed. Duo blinked in a disbelieving way.
"A female Gundam pilot? Not a Gundam like Deathscythe?" Duo asked.
Mako shook her head. "No, it's much smaller, but I don't have a Gundam anymore, as mine was blown to smithereens." Howard informed the both of them he was going to set out to finish the upgrades on Deathscythe.
Duo grinned at her again. "Not only do you look like and angel, you sound like one to." Mako was now the shade of a ripe tomato.
"I'm Mako Kino," she finally managed to introduce herself.
He gave her a roughish wink. "The name's Duo Maxwell, I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie."
She cocked an eyebrow. "That is some introduction."
He laughed. "It's memorable right?"
She smiled. "Yeah that is for sure." He started at her in a very bemused fashion as she walked around watching Howard work. The framework was truly singed.
"Do you do this often?" Mako addressed Duo.
Duo looked sheepish. "I don't do it on purpose! I just happen to get with missiles!" Howard chuckled. "That's cause you are always barging in without thinking, I mean who else could have been captured by Oz twice on the same day?" Duo looked at a loss for words, and in spite of herself Mako found herself giggling. Giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. She felt herself feeling embarrassed. She decided she ought to be going. Duo noticed her attempt to depart. "Are you leaving?" He asked sounding scandalized.
"Well I should, I don't think I'll be of much use." Mako replied
Duo looked appalled. "No stick around please. I am bored out of my brain with just the old man for company. Oww!" Howard threw a spare nut at Duo at his last words, and for the second time that day she'd found herself laughing again. It felt really good to laugh; she'd have done that properly in months. In spite of herself she found herself staring at the milky moon and its accompaniment the stars. She sighed softly; she really was a hopeless romantic in her heart of hearts.