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Chapter 3. First Step in Japan

Heero was sent into a series of thunderous coughing fits to get the water out. Both Trowa and Dr. J watched his battle, both raising an eyebrow. Finally he was able to stop coughing and breathe normally again. They were startled when Heero shot up out of his seat and kicked it aside. He walked to the door and opened it, pointing to the outside. He turned to them.

"Out. I didn't listen to you just to hear stupid bullshit. Treize is dead. Wufei defeated him years ago. Go try and pull it on someone else. I'm not falling for it." His eyes were glowing with fire.

Trowa wasn't surprised at Heero's reaction. He had done almost the same thing. He had walked away instead. He was surprised however, with Heero's display of emotion. He had never seen the man, so enraged. He figured it was the side affects of the alcohol. Or the drugs. He remembered how he had gone in late last night to retrieve them, while the perfect soldier was sleeping. He knew J would have flipped if he found them.

"I'm not playing around Yuy. I have proof." Dr. J began to open his laptop and find a program.

Heero narrowed his eyes, but slowly closed the door and went back to the table. He didn't let his eyes off J as he worked to find a program or file of some sort.

"Ah Ha. Here we go." J turned the computer to entice Heero's view. It was playing a video that was so far being taken in space.

Heero watched as the video headed towards what appeared to be a colony. One from which he had never had seen. He didn't recognize the area of space either. This was definitely interesting now.

The screen faded to a warm decorated room with reds, plums and golds. A fireplace burned brightly and a clock ticked faintly. Silk drapes adorned the high windows. Two large sofas sat in the middle of the room, tempting anyone to sit on them.

Suddenly the view slowly shifted to a desk, in which someone sat in a chair. You could not see them however, because the chair was turned away. The camera zoomed in on the chair.

Slowly the chair began to turn. Heero held his breath. What Heero saw after, amazed him. There sitting in the chair, was most definitely Treize. He had severe burns on his face and had a fake left eye. He looked a bit gaunter than before, but besides that, it was the same man. His eyes caught the camera and intensified.

"This war is not over" his body trembling with anger.

Suddenly, the whole computer immediately shut down. J furiously pressed the restart button to turn it back on. He clicked his laptop open and shut several times. It still did not turn on.

"GOD DAMN IT! That's the third one this week!" slamming his fist on the table.

"Ok. Well I'm sure you understand the circumstances now?" he turned to Heero, frozen in shock.

"Heero? Heerrrooo?" he waved his hand in front of the pilots head.

"Hn?"

"Good your still alive. Ok. Look I need you to pack your things and fast. Your flying out in four hours for Hiroshima where you and Trowa will meet up with the other pilots. Your Gundam will be sent to you by my notice. You will carry out your mission out from there. Oh and by the way, there is no option to accept or decline."

Heero sparked to life after his last comment. There was no way in hell J was going to make him fight again. He had fought enough wars, killed enough people, broken too many hearts. He should've killed himself earlier. He would've been better off neways. The past couple weeks had been hell for him. The nightmares and flashbacks got worse and worse. And the ironic part about it was that they had all actually happened. Without thinking Heero grabbed his gun and pushed it against Dr. J's head.

"Omae O Korosu"

Dr. J just chuckled. "I'm glad to see you haven't lost all your skills." He began to turn away and collect his things.

"Trowa stick with him till he's safely at the base in Hiroshima. Were going to need as many soldiers as we can get. I will see you two in a couple of days." With that, he walked glumly out the door, his back hunched.

An awkward silence fell over the two pilots as they stared at the closed door in which J had just walked out of. Finally, they looked back at each other unsure of what to say.

"This is where you've been the past 5 years? What have you been doing?" Trowa tried to start a conversation.

"Hn. I wanted to be alone." He turned to his bedroom to pack his things. He guessed he really had no choice now. He just didn't have to fight when the time came.

He was grabbing his hidden stash of guns under his bed when he heard an odd Crinkling noise coming from Trowa. He turned his head to see what it was and immediately got up. Trowa held the bad in his hands with a questioning face. Heero grabbed for it, but Trowa with a height advantage held it back.

"Want to explain these… ahem… leaves?" he put them back in his pocket.

"What is there to explain? I'm not addicted if that's what you're asking." Heero shrugged it off and turned back to his small suitcase, continuing to pack a few clothes in.

"Really? I think you are" Trowa readied himself for a blow. He knew he had to tell Heero what he had been doing for the past 3 years. Maybe he would understand later. Or maybe he would just go straight to J for giving Trowa the orders.

Heero turned around, definitely annoyed. "And how would you know?" He rose his eyes to Trowa, demanding an answer, and fast.

"Dr. J asked me to, three years ago, I'm sorry. He didn't want you disappearing quite yet. And I didn't want to disturb you so I let you continue, that's why J doesn't know."

"He's had you spying on me for three fucking years!" Heero grabbed Trowa's neck and shoved him against the wall.

Trowa grabbed his arm and wrenched himself out of Heero's grasp, but Heero shoved him against the wall again, just not choking him. He was incredibly pissed off. More pissed off than he ever had been in years. He gave Trowa a menacing glance, trying to intimidate him. Trowa however returned the glace. Heero gave up, there was nothing he could do about it now. At least he knew now where Trowa had been the past years. Slowly he released the tall gymnast and grabbed his suitcase.

"Lets Go" He walked to his door, taking one good look at his apartment, having a feeling he wouldn't see it anytime soon; or never for that matter. Trowa followed behind him and he shut the door.

Heero opened his laptop the moment the flight attendant approved the electronic use. For the first time in 5 years he checked his e-mail. Trowa glanced over his shoulder and shook his head.

He first deleted any e-mails previous the past 2 days and all that was left were 6 e-mails. Each pilot had e-mailed him, saying they were looking forward to see him finally and that they would meet him at the Hiroshima base at 9pm that night. Two of the remaining e-mails were from J.

Heero deleted the first one and opened the second.

-10:35am Est.

Well, I'm glad to see you got the urge to check this once in a while. Zero's updates and repairs will be done sharply at 11 tonight. You're first mission begins at 4:00am tomorrow so get sleep. This may be one of the hardest missions, I'm afraid, that you have faced; be ready. I will give you more details later tonight on further notice.

-J

Heero closed his laptop and stashed it away. He couldn't sleep. He was still overly shocked from what J had told him. Maybe this was all still a joke. He couldn't be sure, he just followed his instincts.

Flashbacks re-acured in his head. Those solemn days when Treize had been alive, then the days when his so called daughter had tried to take reign over the colony and declare war against earth. He hadn't thought it could go farther, apparently he was wrong. Then he realized something. Deep down, all these years he knew something was wrong about Treize's death, he just couldn't place it.

Heero checked his watch; they would arrive in about 10 minutes. He took the chance to look out the window, there below him, memories of his past flew by. He had known Japan by heart, and hadn't left until after the wars had finished.

His eyes were glued to the window, as they flew over Tokyo. This was ridiculous, why should he care? Shaking his head, he turned back to face the front again. He felt his eyelids begin to droop, but just as they did he was aroused to the menacing movements below him of the wheels. They were here.

The plane landed smoothly, and slowly began to make its journey to the gate. Heero felt anticipation rise within him. He gripped his arm rests. What would the other pilots say after he had ignored him for five years? Deciding his life was better off getting drunk and high? The plane stopped, and Heero looked to Trowa who just stared at him awkwardly. Heero released the arm rests and shook off his emotions.

The two got up, stretched, and grabbed their carry-ons. Heero began to walk through the tunnel but couldn't see the other side yet. His legs felt like lead weights as he got closer and closer.

Heero caught sight of the end of the tunnel and finally approached it. He took his first step on Japanese grounds in five years and looked up. The first thing he saw was a long, brown braid.

Hey! Hope you guys liked that chapter! PLEASEEEE review! I won't be able to write for the next week or so… I'm going away for the rest of the winter break… sorry guys… I will have a comp there so I'll do my best to see if I can continue… but yea.., just to let yall know.

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