Sorry this took so long to get up, I wrote it at school and my friend kept trying to make me stop and then my other friend was making a cover for the binder I have it in. But it's finally up! I was really suprised at some of the reviews. I mean, I realized you guys wanted a sequel, but...Thanks alot, Guys. There with me to the end. (Sniff) Oh, and the shadow at the end of the last one, not important. It's me, and I don't know why I put it there, it's just I couldn't think of how to get Heero into this other world and well, they're getting harder to pull out. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
Heero had the feeling of falling through something thick, like mud, and then he hit the ground hard enough to make him stagger. Next came the light and colors, making him blink and squint. He quickly oriented himself, his hand going to the gun at his waist. Or where it should be. It was gone and so were the many other weapons he kept hidden on his person.

"Heero?" He spun on the unfamiliar voice, all his muscles tensing as he went into a defensive position. "Are you alright?"

A teenage girl a couple of years older than him was stooping to grab a bag off the sidewalk. She had brown hair cropped short around her ears and blue, almost violet, eyes.

"You should be more careful, I mean, with the stuff you carry in your bag. And don't spaz in public, it's weird." She babbled something about "The Nuthouse" as she handed the bag to Heero and pulled him down the street. There was something unsettlingly familiar about her.

Does she ever stop talking? Heero pulled his arm out of the girl's hand and fell into step next to her.

(Rarely.) Heero's head jerked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. The brown-haired girl didn't seem to have heard it and was still babbling about…something.

"Maxwell."

"Huh?" The girl glanced over her shoulder, "What?"

She acts just like Duo.

(Duh. She's his older sister.)

"Heero!" He blinked as the girl shook him roughly by the shoulders. "Stop doing that. If you're going to say my name, then don't just stare at me." She tossed her head, making her short hair bounce, "Even if I am irresistible."

There was a chuckle. (Arashi hasn't changed much.) The voice suddenly became sad, (Even after Duo's funeral.)

Heero stopped dead. Duo's funeral? Dead?

(Yes, funeral. I'll tell you later. She doesn't like it when you ignore her)

Heero looked up to see Arashi staring at him. A small corner of his brain registered that she looked and then she said, "Don't do that, Heero. Please. Duo started acting weird-" (Weirder.) "-and he died a few weeks later. I'm convinced they're connected."

Heero stared at Arashi emotionlessly and somewhere in his head he heard the voice growl. (Tell her you're sorry. Do something!)

"Sorry." Heero mumbled. A prompting from the voice made him add, "It's all just too weird."

Arashi's shoulders slumped and her eyes lost their smoldering look. "Yeah. I don't think Mom's accepted it yet, and Dad keeps blaming himself."

Heero's brain began to move and raced. He was obviously having some insane dream and he didn't have the time. There was work at home that Dr. J said had to be finished.

"Heero!" Arashi's voice broke his train of thought and he looked up in time to catch Arashi's bag full in the face. He staggered back a step and swore mentally. The bag had hurt a little.

(Told you she doesn't like to be ignored. And I guess it's not a dream.) A sigh. (I was hoping it was too.)

"Arashi! Heero!" Both teenagers turned to see a smaller version of Duo across the street. Once he got a better look, Heero saw that, though his hair was the same as Duo's, it was cut short, and his eyes were bluer.

"Guess this is where I get off." Arashi smiled at Heero as the stopped at a corner. "See you tomorrow. And get some sleep!" She waved and ran across the street to the brown-haired boy. Heero watched as the two disappeared down a side street.

Now what?

(Go down that road.) Heero followed the mental pointing to his right. (You're lookin' for the one with the green roof.)

Tell me what happened to Duo. You said he was dead.

There was silence for a minute and then a laugh. (Why are we trusting each other so easily?)

Heero shrugged. I don't have much choice, you're in my head.

(Maybe that's why…) The voice muttered and then fell silent. Heero waited a minute and when the voice didn't continue he sighed.

Tell me what happened. There was only silence and he narrowed his eyes in irritation.

The house he was looking for stood between two others. Its green roof reached high above the others and a red door stood out of the white front. The door squealed slightly as Heero pushed it open and all his muscles tensed.

(Relax, this is your house.)

"Heero! You're home from school. How was it?" Heero looked up in surprise to see a pretty, black-haired woman smiling at him from one of the doors.

"Hn." Heero shrugged and the woman smiled.

"I'm glad to hear you had a good day." She turned back into the kitchen and called, "Your dad won't be home until late."

(Oh, I forgot. This is what Dad looks like.)

Heero saw a flash of a laughing man with light brown hair and sky blue eyes.A man Heero had seen die years before.

I couldn't put this at the top, but if something's written like this (between here) it means it's the voice in Heero's head. Can anyone guess who it is? Or Heero's Dad? I'm serious, I wanna see if anyone can guess. I won't say who's right or wrong until the next chapter, tho'