Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters, that right belongs to Katsuyuki Sumizawa and Masashi Ikeda. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.


As he came to, he felt a wave of pain wash through him. He was a bit surprised he was even alive. They'd been fighting in space in their new custom Gundams. An explosion had been set off, causing a massive backlash behind him and Trowa. Not thinking he had used Sandrock to push Trowa's Heavy Arms away. He was instinctively protecting his friend.

The concussive force from the blast had knocked out the already damaged thrusters on Sandrock. It was causing him to be sent adrift. Space was far from kind; he knew that. But space was not without a heart. A fact he genuinely believed in. And he just closed his eyes, the crackling of static over his comms, which were also damaged and unusable. He just had to wait. There was no doubt his friends would come to get him after the battle was done and over with. That was his train of thoughts when he felt Sandrock begin to move faster.

Looking around through the partially visible monitor feed, he spotted what looked like a black hole, but it was not. The feel of it was not the same. And he was pretty sure that black holes didn't have pinkish swirls to their center. Knowing he was unable to stop his descent, he lowered the oxygen in the cabin to make him pass out. Whatever that hole was, he didn't want to feel anything while conscious going through.

But he was not conscious and feeling pain. It meant he was alive. Possibly in an unknown place with unknown people. A mix for disaster.

"Hey, sis! He's awake!"

Flinching at how loud the voice was, he processed it. It was a child's, most likely a boy too. And the boy had called for his sister. Whether they were biological or not would have to be found out. So, slowly he opened his eyes to see the world through a thin haze.

Quickly his mind processed if there had been damage to his retina. Only to be forced to blink rapidly as the haze suddenly vanished. They were giving him a clear view of a room whose walls were a pale cream, trimmed in a deep brown.

"Oh, wow! This seals it; you are a real live look-alike of my favorite Gundam Wing Pilot."

Confused and now on alert, he turned his head to see a young boy with black hair, brown almond-shaped eyes, and tan skin. The excitement on the boy's face could only come from childhood delight though there was no malice or any ill intent from the boy. Only to glance past him as movement caught his attention.

"Sota, you leave the poor guy alone," A soft, but stern female voice said.

He couldn't help but stare. The girl had to be his age. Her face was heart-shaped, framed by wavy blue-black hair and dominated by large blue eyes that made him think of the ocean under the sun. Which he noticed were glittering in amusement as he caught him looking at her, before flashing him a warm smile. It was making him feel a bit light-headed and flushed of the face.

"You'll have to forgive my little brother. In the last eighteen months, he had become a Mecha Anime Otaku. Though I have to agree, your resemblance to one of the Gundam Pilots is almost uncanny," the girl said, her blue eyes boring into him like Heero's, though without the murderous intent.

Not sure how to reply to what the girl said. Since he had no clue what an otaku was, let alone anime. He just stared back at her. Eventually, the girl laughed at him.

"It's okay if you don't remember. We found you bloody, barely breathing at the top of our family's shrine steps. Pretty sure you had a concussion, but no matter what you refused to wake up," she spoke again, her voice soft but firm. "I mean three days you slept, Mister. So, do you want to try and sit on your own? I mean, boys have their pride, right?"

Quirking an eyebrow at her sudden teasing tone, he decided to try on his own. He was still trying to sort through all she had said. Though being out for three days was a bit troublesome. Frowning as he attempted to push himself up, finding his body to be weak, he just looked at the girl. Who gave him an understanding look, said nothing as she leaned over his person, sliding an arm under his shoulders and lifted him with ease.

The girl was stronger than she looked. He could feel callouses on the pads of her fingertips and base of her palm. Odd places for calluses to be. But he had no room to talk once he was settled back on some pillows he watched as the girl tucked an incredibly short green pleated skirt under her and sat on the edge of the bed, next to him.

"So, let's introduce ourselves. I am Kagome Higurashi," She said, her eyes observing him.

He didn't know what alias to give her. And his real name was a huge no.

"Quit stressing. Since you are not forthcoming, I'll tell everyone you cannot remember right now," Kagome stated. "Though until you 'do' remember, we will say your name is Bob. Since it is generic and can fit most foreigners, and from your looks alone, you are a foreigner who has come to Japan."

The look in her eyes told him she was not easily fooled. He frowned at the name she chose. But he just shook his head in acceptance. Something was telling him the girl wouldn't let things be boring at all while he stayed here if he was allowed to stay here.

TBC!