A/N: Alrighties! The next chapter! Go me, it didn't take nearly half a year this time! I'll try to be more regular with this. Sorry for the delay. Anyway, enjoy!!!!!

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"So, answer me one thing..."

"What?"

"Why is it that I have to go in custody of the preventers? You said that I would be staying with you."

Wu-fei glanced at the boy sitting next to him. He didn't answer, just glared into the windshield.

"Fine then." Neil said as he turned away from the driver, glaring out the tinted window.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the boy sitting there, looking out the window solemnly. He gave a sigh of resignation, then said, "I don't know. The reason was not given to me."

"Now that's all you had to say the first time. Sheesh, do you just have a speech problem or something?"

Wu-fei, again, didn't answer, and they drove in silence after that, and he was left with his thoughts. Thinking back to the question Neil had asked, he found himself wanting to know as well. When he had reported Neil the first time, they had said that they did not have space to be taking care of a teenager right now, as they were preparing for something. But then, just a few days after, they were asking for him. Not only that, but he was also busy on trying to figure out why the office wanted all of the Gundam Pilots there by Monday.

He sighed, glancing at Neil again. Truly, he didn't want the boy to go. In the few days that they had been in each other's company, they had formed a very strong bond. They didn't show it, no, Wu-fei wouldn't do that. But it was almost like the bond shared by a father and son...no matter how disappointed one was with the other—No. He cut himself off from that path of thinking. He had no son. His son was gone, and had been for a very long time. He shut his eyes as the memories of his small, two year old boy came to his mind. He was remembering the way the small little thing used to run through the house, slam into a desk, and then stand, pretending to be perfectly fine even when his eyes were brimming with tears. Even at such a young age, and already starting to act like his father. Not that he felt it a good thing. Sure, crying was weakness, but when a child, it is sometimes needed. Then, just as he was thinking of how his son's Wavery voice had sounded when he talked, he was interrupted by another wavery voice, very like the one he had in his memory.

"H-hey! Are- are your freaking eyes closed!?!?!?"

"Yes." He answered, opening his eyes to find Neil gripping the sides of his seat. He relaxed his own hands, which had been gripping the steering wheel so tightly from the memories they had turned white. The boy's eyes were wide in fear, and his face was pale. "Are you crazy!?!?!? You're driving, you idiot!!!!"

"We haven't crashed, and I'm not in the proximity of any of the cars. I know what I'm doing." He pointed out, his voice calm.

"That's not the point!!! Gods, if you're going to drive like that, let me out!!!!"

He said nothing, but didn't look at him as he continued driving.

"Man, what were you thinking about!?"

His eyes flashed in anger, and he brought his heated gaze to Neil.

"That. Is none of your business." He snapped, looking him straight in the eye.

"Ok, Ok!! Just—just look back at the road....please!?!" He screeched, his voice cracking at an unnaturally high tone.

Wu-fei glared at him a few moments longer, then turned back to the road. He heard Neil give a sigh of relief. A small whimper of sound reached his ears.

"I hate cars..."

"Why?"

Neil though for a moment, than sent a mock-glare at Wu-fei, perfectly imitating him, almost as if looking through a mirror.

"That. Is none of your business."

"Watch it, Kid."

"You started it."

"And I'm finishing it. Shut-up."

Neil stuck his tongue at him, then returned to his earlier position of glaring out the window.

"You would think you were two, not sixteen."

"Likewise."

Once again the car fell into silence, free from the childish bickering of the two Chinese men. Slowly, the trees started to disperse, leading them out into flat grasslands, some filled with grass and flowers, others with nothing, a dessert. If you looked at it just the right way, you could almost see the line that divided the two.

"Why did you pierce your ears?"

"That was random."

"Answer the question."

"Why do you care?"

"Because I feel that it is a disgraceful thing to do. It ruins you body and it looks bad. Earrings are for women."

"I happen to like how it looks."

"It's doing injustice for you body. If you were my son I would..." His voice died out, the turn this conversation was taking he wasn't liking. He never brought up his son. He had done without saying the word "son" for the past fourteen years. He didn't know what it was about this boy that just took his defenses down in an instant.

"What happened?" Neil's voice was soft, but brimming with sad curiosity.

At first he didn't answer, not wanting to share anything with a person he barely knew. He didn't even share anything with the people he had been fighting with for years. His partners never heard a complaint utter from his mouth. But for some reason, he felt he should tell him. He wondered on why for almost ten minutes, then he shook his head, and took a deep breath.

"Because...of the war...Our- Me and my partner's- families were targeted. We put our children up for adoption, to protect them from the violence of war. For their safety...we were not to know who they were going to...or where. We were told that...we would be re-united with them when there was no longer any threat...or when they were needed." The last sentence had so much bitterness dripping in it, it was likely to overthrow. His hands were gripping the steering wheel again.

"Needed?"

He took another deep breath, trying not to let the pure anger that he had kept inside of him for fourteen years from bubbling up on Neil. "Because of their...DNA....they would make good soldiers...and...they would be trained...for war. As we were."

"Because of their DNA? You're not that good of a Preventer, are you? That's crazy? What kind of bull is that?"

His eyes closed for a brief moment then flickered open again. "Neil. What I say, you will never repeat ever again."

Neil's brows furrowed in confusion, but he nodded. "Sure."

"My partners, that I was talking about...We are the Gundam pilots."

"Bull."

"I am not joking."

The seriousness in his voice made Neil fall into silence. "Y-you're serious...you really are..."

He nodded.

"Crap..."

They pulled up to the building, after going through walls upon walls of security, made it to the desk where he was to be dropped off. Trieze himself was standing there. Wu-fei glared at him for a little bit, then turned, to walk out the door.

"Hey, wait...I have...a question for you."

Wu-fei stopped his walking, but didn't turn around.

"If I were you son...I would be only a disappointment...wouldn't I?" Neil didn't know why he was asking, but he had to know.

"Yes."

His answer stung, and he was glad the man was turned around, because then he wouldn't see the hurt radiating in his eyes. Steeling himself up, he nodded. Of course. He would never be anything but.

"But...If you were my son...I would overlook that."

Again, Neil was glad he was turned around, but this time to hide the huge smile that was now on his face. "I wish...I could've grown up in a family like yours."

Wu-fei said nothing, but walked out, the heavy metal security door slamming shut behind him. Because he was turned around, and Neil was facing him, they both missed the knowing look that Trieze sent them back. A small grin on his face, he reached out his hand, to lead Neil to where he needed to be.

As they got there, they saw a girl, Neil's age, literally being dragged to another door by two men. She was kicking and screaming, and he could swear he could see her bite the guy. Once they finally got her to the door, they opened it, threw her in, and slammed it shut behind them, breathing hard. Neil paused in his walking, staring with disbelieving eyes. The man next to him kept walking.

"U-um...."

"Don't worry, you are to go in there too, she was just not as understanding in the reason." He said, looking pointedly at the men who had her. One of them jumped up to attention, instantly defending himself.

"Sir! I never had the chance to explain...she....She was like that the whole way here!" He sounded exhausted, and it looked as if just standing there was an effort.

"Do...I have to go in there?"

"Yes."

Not wanting to be dragged as well, Neil immediately went in the door, hearing it click lock behind him. Just after he got in, he had to step quickly to the side, as the girl was lunging at the door. Right after he moved, she thunked into the door, trying to burst it open. There were four other people in the room not including him and the girl. Looking around, he saw a girl in a ballet outfit clinging to another boy's arm, who looked a bit older, and very annoyed at her. A boy with green-tipped hair was sprawled on the floor, sighing as he glared up at the ceiling. He guessed he had been trying to stop the girl and failed. In the corner of the room sat a boy with shoulder length brown hair, and he had headphones on his head and a motorcycle helmet next to him. He jumped as the girl started cussing and yelling at the door, stomping to the back of the room, getting ready to once again launch herself at it. He walked away from the door, not wanting to be anywhere near her.

"So...anyone know why we're here?"

"OOF!"

He turned back to the door, expecting to see her collapsed on the ground, but instead, he saw her being lifted up, pushed out of the way, and set down again. A large man walked in, followed by Trieze. He was thankful for a somewhat familiar face. At least this man would answer some questions. At least he was capable of answering questions, who knew if he would. As soon as the girl was released, she started yelling at them.

"Where are we!? Why did you take us!? What are we doing here!? What have you jerks done!? We didn't do anything, why the hell did—MMFF!!!"

Her words were abruptly ended by a hand over her mouth, the boy who had been laying on the ground was now standing behind her, cutting off her words. Everybody let out a small sigh of relief.

"MFFF! MUUUNEEK!!"

"Shut-up, Kaguya."

"MIIINOOOOO!"

Neil would have laughed at her pathetic attempts of talking had the situation been a little less...odd...He was about to ask a question when he was cut off by a yelp, this one from the boy.

"You BIT me!!!! How dare you bite me!!!" He still held his hand over her mouth, but when she bit him a second time, he pulled it away, holding it gingerly. "YOU CANNIBAL!! OOOOwwwwww....She BIT me!!!" He squealed accusingly, pointing at her. "She actually BIT me!!!"

A small laugh came from behind them. "Well...you did have your hand over her mouth..."

Kaguya spun around, a smile on her face. "Thank you! At least SOMEONE is on my side."

"Kagu, if you don't shut up, we won't learn anything anyway. If you fight, they'll just knock you out. Just stop."

"Shut-up, ok!?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Alright, silence." Every body who had been even thinking of talking quieted. Trieze was the one who talked, and the authority of his voice sent everything into silence.

"Why...are we here?" Neil ventured, even though he knew he was supposed to be quiet.

"You are here to meet somebody."

"Who?"

"Certain people that you all haven't seen in a very long time."

The silence was lengthy and oppressing as everybody tried to figure out what he was talking about. And then it hit him. What Wu-Fei had said earlier, about everybody loosing their kids...and the number could be right...

"A-are any of you orphans?" He asked, his eyes wide at his realization.

They all stared at him. The one in the ballet outfit was first to talk.

"I am." The boy next to her nodded.

"Me too."

The one in the corner spoke next, "Yeah, same here."

The loud one spoke last, which was a miracle. "So are Shane and me."

Neil turned to Trieze. "We're meeting them...aren't we...."

Trieze said nothing.

"My last name...my last name is Chang....isn't it?"

Trieze smirked, then walked out of the room, leaving them all bewildered and confused, well, except for Neil, who obviously knew what was going on. Because of this, the whole room burst into noise once the door was closed, all asking Neil what he meant.

"We...We're going to meet our parents...And our parents are...I think...I think they're the Gundam Pilots."

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A/N: VIOLA!! No...wait...that's not right... VOILA! There we go...the first time it was an instrument. My instrument by the way. VIOLA POWER! Ahem...anyway...read and review! Hope you liked it!!!