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Hello, my name is Heero Yuy. I have been asked by the head of Winner Enterprises to write an account of my experiences involving the war to be used as educational literature for the new school system he has built on L4. I begin from the start.

I was born to two inhabitants of L1. My memories of them are unclear, but I know I had a mother and father and we were quite happy together. My conscious memory begins when I was four. I woke up after being knocked out from an explosion and saw that my parents were not there. I ran through the streets looking for them. I spent the night on the streets and stumbled upon an agent named Odin Lowe the next day. Although nothing has been confirmed until recently, I knew that my father had been killed in the attack from the Alliance and that my mother had survived. She had just gone to get medical assistance for me when I ran off.

When Mr. Lowe took me to the lab and asked my name, I did not tell him for fear that they would use it to harm my mother. When I underwent my first chemical treatment with Dr. J, I lost the knowledge of my name completely, but I never lost the feeling of my mother's presence. Even during the fighting, I knew that I would feel it if she died, and as long as she stayed alive, I stayed alive.

I shadowed Odin Lowe to learn the techniques of an assassin until his death when I was eight years old. After witnessing Odin's confession and death, I finally understood the motives behind the war. I accepted my role as the one who will end the conflict and took the name of the pacifist Heero Yuy. The real Heero Yuy gave his life to maintaining peace in the Earth and Colonies, and I would too.

I continued working as an assassin for Dr. J until about a year before the date of Operation Meteor, when I began training to pilot the Wing Gundam. I accelerated in strength and tactical skills, being tutored in electronics, hacking, mechanics, and human psychology. The chemical treatments cleared my mind of anything but my mission, eliminating the ability to feel fear, loss, or compassion. I was calm, focused, and ready for my destiny.

At the end of the first war, I returned to Dr. J and gave him my gun to kill me. For peace to truly exist, all weapons must be destroyed, including me. When he did not move to take my gun, I turned it on him, intending to kill both him and myself. He just stared at me and rattled off an address on L1. I do not know how he knew where she was, but I had to go.

I knocked on the door of a small white house in a nice neighborhood. A man answered, two teenagers were playing virtual reality games in the living room. The man eyed me curiously, I finally choked out, "Excuse me, does a woman live here that… used to have a son?" A woman appeared behind him, and I knew it was her. She was my height, with tan skin and my dark brown hair. Her dark eyes froze upon seeing me. She stepped onto the porch, "Shoibi!" and leapt into my arms, suddenly balling.

I spent Christmas with the family. Mr. Kahashi is my mother's new husband, with Kohiri and Misato his children from a previous marriage. I told them that I had been part of the rebel forces from the colonies. When my mother took me to my guest room, she sat on the bed and looked at me with sad eyes,

"Shoibi, I always knew you were alive, but I didn't know if you knew to come back to me, you were only four years old."

I sat on the bed, "I remember waking up from the explosion and running away. I was taken in by a scientist that trained me for the war. I didn't even know what my name was, but the scientist told me where to find you."

"Your name?" Her eyes began to brim with tears, "You're name, my son, is Shoibi Mihoru. What were you called before now?"

"I took the name of Heero Yuy."

She looked up at me, "Oh god, that was you?" I knew some of the colonies had seen various transmissions of the battles, and I was pretty sure they announced who blew up Libra and effectively saved the Earth. My mother was crying now, "My son, your father would have been so proud of you, so proud."

I moved over and embraced her as she cried.

I left after Christmas with the promise of writing often and returning every few months. I spent the remaining months between the war laying low and doing work in conjunction with the Preventors. Wing Zero stayed well hidden and I only used it when monitoring suspicious activity in space noticed by the Preventors. Although somewhat reluctantly, I sent my Gundam to Quatre when he requested it, and then the Mariemaia incident began.

I met up with the pilots again in the second war, grateful to partner with Duo, Quatre, and Trowa again, and just a little peeved that Wufei was so fucked he chose the wrong side. Poor guy, he was not really cut out for this stuff, though he is a capable fighter. We finally gained the upper hand in the fight, and I shot the idiot in charge of it all. Apparently I then collapsed near Relena and she took me to the Sanq Kingdom.

I awoke after 402 days. After looking back I remember various medical equipment trying to assist me at Relena's estate, warm hands brushing my hair out of my face or rubbing my hand, and soft-spoken voices. There were no thoughts formed at this time – my body was repairing itself from two wars, the machine was in control. I jerked into consciousness by flying into a sitting position and going through a rough coughing fit, effectively scaring the shit out of the nurse who had been cleaning my room.

Relena was notified after her meeting let out, and she spent the afternoon telling me everything I might want to know. The war had ended, the E.S.U.N. was reforming slowly but surely. Wufei was with Preventors and she saw Quatre and Trowa occasionally when attending political conventions W.E.I. was a part of. A very few number of people knew that Quatre was an ex-Gundam pilot, but they were keeping this a secret, as the public opinion of them had changed to a threat of the peace.

I tried to croak out something that sounded like "Duo." I eventually held up two fingers and Relena knew.

"Actually, Duo's been quite busy, though you wouldn't know it." She reached back to her desk and put a vid-chip in my hands. On the cover was a young man with wild blue hair only a couple of inches longer than mine that was going every which way. He appeared to be sitting in a hallway with his back against a door, holes ripped in his tight jeans and a silk white shirt that was open, allowing a good view of his built chest and stomach. On the back cover was a picture of the same man, though this time he was standing with his arms handcuffed to a bar just above his head. He was squared to the camera in a full suit of very tight shiny black leather. Despite the hair, the face and eyes were Duo's, a diluted form of his smirk on the back, and a somewhat painful, distracted look on the front cover.

After letting it sink in, Relena supplied, "That is the pre-released version of his second album that comes out in a couple of weeks, I've loaded his videos and first album on there too. He's sent me copies of everything, and the news that he's been chosen as a supporting actor in an American movie starting in March. He was at the top of the charts for a long time, and the current statistics say he's worth about 70 million."

I looked back down at the vid-chip, the name on the front was coherent but peculiar, Keiichi Sei. Seeing me point to it, Relena got a sad look on her face, "He's adopted an alias, no Gundam pilot is welcome in society except Quatre, who is now fully supporting the Winner family's views of pacifism."

She faltered, her eyes leaving me and going to the floor, glazing over. She spoke in a whisper, "I wasn't expecting you to ever wake up. When the war ended, you were in such bad condition that my doctors said you wouldn't last more than a couple of days." She brought her hand up to wipe away a couple of tears. "Then when your coma stabilized, they said it was just a matter of time when either your body gave up or I had to decide to let you go. All of the pilots believe you died shortly after I brought you here, and I haven't tried to tell them differently. It would ruin their lives to see you like that, they had to move on. As for the rest of the world and space, you were the last casualty of the war, the one who ended the war, with the same name as the pacifist whose assassination sparked all of this. At E.S.U.N. headquarters there is a monument set up for you both."

I spent the rest of the day thinking of what I would do next. I asked Relena to call Quatre and Trowa and tell them I was alive. I sent a note to my mother and applied for a position with the Preventors under the name Shiobi Mihoru. If Heero Yuy was dead, then maybe I could become the person I was before Dr. J. I met a delighted Quatre and Trowa at a conference with Relena a couple of days later. They told me, or rather Quatre told me, about W.E.I.'s work and also their anonymous advertising for a certain Keiichi Sei.

We had some time alone after the conference. They told me Trowa was now Quatre's head of security from the Preventors, although both of them were apparently working on some undercover developments in the organization. I noticed both of them had matching gold bands on their left ring fingers and gave Trowa a smile. So he finally managed to get with his angel after all.

I was hired by the Preventors and appointed (due to a supposedly secret phone call from Relena to Une telling her who I really was) head of a new Special Ops Intelligence department that was forming. I would start in ninety days, so I went to find Duo.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Anything you can offer on how to better my writing will be much appreciated. As you can tell, I'm not an advanced writer.
I was forced by a friend to give my name as Duo's alias in exchange for them proofreading this. I'm not the pop-star/Duo Maxwell type, so it's been quite humorous for them.