Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Amagami SS or any of its characters. I wrote this fanfic for my own pleasure and purely entertainment.

Previously in Haruka's Wings:

Without Heero's knowledge Quatre visits The Vault and learn Haruka's fate. Meanwhile, Heero receives unsolicited advice from Trowa and Duo that successfully encouraged him to start picking up the pieces of his past. He begins a journey of redemption through an unexpected meeting and audience with Sylvia Noventa. Upon his return however, Heero was once again confronted by the fact that the last vision provided by the ZERO System during his return trip will come to pass. Compelled to act, he gains the unwavering support of his fellow pilots on making another Fold Generator run. However, before his return to 2012 A.D. he must first complete the journey he started by facing and confronting the demons of his past.

Chapter 16 - Return to Forever

"Call in the Virgo troops. We'll commence takeover using the manned Leo suits." He heard the field commander confidently ordered.

"Where did that suit come from?!" A burst transmission followed which he ascertained came from the enemy observer unit that was now lying in ashes after it exploded in a ball of flame.

"Sir, there's still an unidentified suit fighting across the mountain borders!" The enemy's communication lines cackled soon after, a guaranteed report referring to his continued defiance.

Heero switched off the commlink, completely severing the transmission signal that he had previously intercepted from the enemy.

His consciousness was being flooded by a multitude of tactical data and combat strategies. The best possible outcome. The most successful attack pattern. The course of action that yielded maximum efficiency and output. His mind was in a deluge of calculations and projections. The strain of handling the extremely powerful system was wearing him down. The stress had been building up since he launched earlier and was now already in a critical level. All this does not even include the high-level of multitasking he needed to maintain which also entails the expert maneuvering of the supremely dangerous mobile suit at his disposal while fearlessly assaulting the enemy swarming at him from every angle.

He was supposed to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers being fielded against him. Yet despite the considerable load he was burdened, the Perfect Soldier twisted his lips into a smirk, clearly enjoying the stiff challenge being provided by the enemy. His pitch black orbs immediately focused on the succeeding objective as soon as the targeting cross-hair turned bright red.

"Hnn..." Heero grunted in acknowledgment as he moved towards his mark.

The brown haired boy did not care if he still had allies fighting across the field or he was the only one left, he actually preferred the latter as it provided him more freedom and no worries to deliver his message. That of... Death. Destruction. Devastation. The dark crimson mobile suit moved cohesively throughout the battlefield. Golden beams of death rained and scorched the earth black around him, but he was hardly deterred. After successfully evading the barrage of canon fire, Heero adeptly lashed the heat rod held by his suit's left arm that easily eviscerated one of the Virgo dolls engaging him. The targeting sensors were working double time, as it quickly gave him the positions of the next set of marks while the ZERO System was already providing the best options available for his next assault. He pushed both throttles forward, driving the fearsome behemoth towards his prey. With a single twirl from the heat rod, he easily incinerated a pair of mobile suits before swiftly dodging another series of beam canon fire from the remaining enemy. A large azure trail billowed out from the Epyon as Heero drove the mighty war machine to the thickest throng of Virgo suits. The fearsome mobile suit already had its heat whip fully charged and began mercilessly ravaging the battlefield. Three Virgo mobile dolls erupted simultaneously after Heero unleashed a wide sweeping whiplash soon as he passed through. It was followed by two more explosions coming from the pair of Virgo suits that were cleaved by a backhand swing of the Epyon's heat rod. Not soon after, another mobile doll was ripped by a diagonal slash from the searing weapon. It was succeeded by the last two Virgos which were easily decimated through a severe trouncing from the heat whip.

Heero curved the edges of his lips once more.

The Perfect Soldier delightedly smirked upon seeing another nine unit squad of Virgo mobile dolls appear northeast from his position.

It was already getting dark with the afternoon glow already eclipsed by the dimness of the night sky. The pale moonlight high above the cloudless skies served as the perfect backdrop for the carnage that would ensue.

No one can stop him… or more accurately… nothing could ever hope to stop him.

Especially when he wielded... the Epyon.

Heero ignited the Epyon's monolithic beam sword at maximum power before veering sharply towards his right as the squad of Virgo suits unleashed a torrent of beam fire towards him. The first and second mobile dolls were quickly mowed down by a pair of diagonal slashes. The third, fourth and fifth enemy units were sliced in half from a full crescent swing of the heat rod. He swiftly closed the distance on the sixth Virgo doll before viciously impaling it with his gigantic beam sword. The last three suits attempted to build a wall of planet defensors in a vain attempt to impede him. However, upon drawing the beam sword out of his last victim, the Gundam Pilot promptly lashed out the heat rod towards the leg of the centermost Virgo doll. The supercharged whip easily conflagrated and melted the mobile suit's leg soon after bounding itself around it. The Perfect Soldier seeing this, violently pulled the heat rod causing the mobile doll to lose balance before dragging it rapidly towards him. He then extracted the heat whip and drove into the gap created between the other two Virgos. The Epyon let loosed a ferocious overhead slash that neatly sliced the rightmost mobile doll in half before staking the beam sword through the left Virgo suit's torso. The squad's last unit, the one he had earlier caused to stumble was still lying on its back when the Perfect Soldier remorselessly rammed the beam sword deeply at its midsection.

The successive explosions seemed synchronized as he dispatched one suit after another.

The influx of data surged unabatedly towards his mind. The flow of information was like water being released from a pressurized valve. The possibilities were limitless... he had complete access to victory. The amount of options provided by the EPYON system was astounding. The battlefield belonged to him... victory shall be the only word left to describe the carnage and destruction he would leave at the wake of the conflict.

'Hnnn...' He grunted in acknowledgment, noticing another squad of Virgo suits now bearing northwest make their way towards him.

The enemy hardly knew that they were only leading more lambs for him to slaughter.

They were only feeding the fire steadily consuming his battered psyche.

They were only chafing the demon raging within his butchered soul.

They were only stacking the hatred residing inside his disaffected heart.

His cold, pitiless, pitch black irises radiated the incalculable madness and rage that howled repeatedly for release.

He shall not disappoint his enemy.

They will all DIE!

The Epyon glided with finesse and zigzagged gracefully across the field as Heero adeptly piloted the fearsome mobile suit. The Perfect Soldier swiftly and neatly dodged all enemy fire while completely focused on removing the space which separated him from his prey. The ground trembled repeatedly as beam canon fire struck everywhere. The land was turned charcoal from the vicious bombardment, densely wooded areas packed with large trees were burnt from wayward blasts while stone clusters were smashed and strewn everywhere. The enemy were persistent, yet were also frustrated. Whoever the controllers of the mobile dolls were now obviously annoyed and irritated. Despite the efficiency and tirelessness displayed by the unmanned mobile suits... they lacked the resiliency and determination borne from a true warrior.

Their controllers lack the patience of a natural predator and the fury of a relentless berserker.

The brown haired boy was sure to make them pay.

He obliterated the first and second Virgo suits with a single spinning slash from the heat rod. Three more suits quickly fell down after he sharply slued towards the right and letting loose a fierce chain of strikes with the beam sword. His previous victims were yet to explode but Heero was already on the move towards the next target. A double side spinning slice using the monolithic beam sword cut down two more Virgo suits. The swift and consecutive detonations of his fallen prey were like a gruesome song of death playing throughout the battlefield. The feverish pitch came into a crescendo as the Epyon launched itself horizontally and savagely swooped at the remaining pair of mobile dolls. The dreadful behemoth swiftly passed through the pair while neatly slicing each suit with the weapon held at each hand. Heero had yet to move the Epyon from its kneeling posture when both Virgo suits were extinguished into balls of fire.

"Where... where is my enemy?!" He angrily uttered while looking at his main panel for new targets.

A few seconds later the EPYON system responded.

His radar panned across the field and quickly homed in at the retreating trio of manned Leo mobile suits.

To leave the battlefield with their tails between their legs as they scamper off towards safety... was an insult.

It was a blatant disrespect to the code of Chivalry.

The Epyon would never allow such discourtesy.

He would never let them leave... alive.

A large trail of azure blazed through the rapidly aging evening as Heero lividly gave chase to the remaining enemy. The targeting system and Epyon's own Search Eye already had a solid lock on the most vital spot of the nearest mark. Waves of tactical data ceaselessly stormed his mind, providing a non-stop onslaught of calculations, projections and of course... the best possible conclusion on resolving the matter at hand.

Terminate all opposition.

"Ahhhh! It's like a demon! It's already-" The Perfect Soldier heard a burst transmission came out from the closest Leo moments before he ruthlessly cleaved its torso with the massive beam sword like that of a cold bread knife running through warm butter.

Heero wasted no breathe as he immediately removed the distance separating him from the next manned Leo.

"No! I don't want to..."

Whatever it was that the frightened man wanted to say... fate's cruelty never intended for him to finish it.

The brown haired boy made sure of this as he hacked down the mobile suit like that of a butcher mercilessly slaughtering livestock for market retailing.

"This is Bravo Surveyor Leader, our whole division has been wiped out! I repeat... the 42nd Mobile Doll Air Division has been completely wiped out!" Heero picked up from the pilot of the last retreating Leo through the channel he had earlier intercepted.

"Get over here!" The Perfect Soldier uttered between gritted teeth as he lashed the heat rod at the fleeing mobile suit.

The ignited heat whip bounded and fastened itself tightly on the Leo's left limb. Heero briskly yanked the heat rod, hauling the last enemy mobile suit towards him.

Soon as the Leo was within arm's reach, the Epyon immediately impaled it squarely by the cockpit with the beam sword.

The assault had been so fast, he did not even give a moment's notice for the victim to scream.

The Leo exploded into a globe of flame shortly after.

A red blinking light from the console alerted him that the long range sensors have detected a rapidly approaching bogey with its vector plotted directly towards his position.

He threw a cautious look at the nuclear reactor charge levels and was pleased to confirm that both the heat rod and beam sword were still in prime condition. The Perfect Soldier had been fighting for the entire afternoon since the invasion started. Despite the prolonged engagement alongside the strain of managing the increasingly demanding EPYON System he was still in full fighting capacity. Heero made another sweep of his immediate vicinity - the advanced radar only yielded a single contact. Aside from the unknown mark quickly heading its way towards him there were no more Virgo squads moving towards his location.

"Hnn..." The brown haired boy grunted as he awaited the newcomer to arrive.

Heero did not wait too long, the tracking system already had a serious lock on the expected enemy. His mobile suit's cameras automatically zoomed in at the advancing opponent. The feeds were clear-cut and the image brought a tingling sensation... enough for his blood to boil with tension... with excitement.

"Finally... A worthy opponent."

The contact was painted mostly in white, some of its parts were painted in red and blue as well as patches of golden yellow at specific components. Its current form resembled like an eagle wielding a pair of fearsome rifles that acted as its talons. Similar to his suit, it blazed a radiant trail of azure that emanated from two primary thrusters. Heero knew and expected that soon... he would be facing a suitable match for his own fearsome machine.

As if reading his thoughts, the mark suddenly twisted its torso counterclockwise while in mid-flight, revealing its true and astounding form.

Wing Gundam Zero.

The suit originally conceived for Operation Meteor and technically the direct ancestor of each of the five Gundams had once again appeared before him.

It stood warily a few hundred meters in front of him.

Carefully, the pair of beam weapons initially held by both hands were connected side-by-side to form the ever horrendous twin buster rifle. He seriously eyed the Wing Gundam Zero as its left hand lowered the monstrous energy weapon while the right hand slowly reached for the protrusion that appeared on its left epaulet.

The action was slow and deliberate as it revealed a green harlequin beam saber.

En garde.

"The Epyon has designated your existence as a threat. Therefore..." Heero seriously trailed as his pitch black orbs glared fixedly at the target.

"You're my ENEMY!"

The blinding luminescence filled the area surrounding them as he increased the energy allocation of the Epyon's gargantuan beam sword. The steep rise in output not only caused the release of a lustrous effect but also induced an exponential increase on both length and breadth of the already massive weapon. From hilt to tip, Epyon's monolithic blade was now way longer than the suit's already impressive height.

Without awaiting any signal or gesture to commence the duel, Heero took the initiative. The Epyon furiously lunged at Wing Gundam Zero as Heero pushed both control throttles forward. He immediately raised the powerful war machine's sword arm and buffeted the white suit made from Gundanium. His enemy seemed to have anticipated this as it also swung the beam saber to fend itself against the attack. The resulting contact of their beam weapons resulted into a dazzling confrontation of emerald energies. Despite his weapon being bigger and larger than that of the opponent it was able to withstand the highly potent blow he had just unleashed.

Visibly pleased yet hardly shaken, he soon plunged himself at the never-ending stream of battle data and calculations provided by the EPYON system. The extremely advanced operating system was now supplying Heero with a wide range of tactical analysis and variety of available options in confronting the equally dangerous ZERO system wielded by the mobile suit that opposed him. Choosing what he deemed as the best course of action, Heero's pitch black orbs seemed to glisten as he began to implement the wave of combat strategies fed by the Epyon to attain absolute victory.

The Epyon began its vicious assault with a complex series of strikes and slashes against the Wing Gundam Zero. Heero fell into a state of trance as he connected each succeeding blow to the next one with unparalleled skill and great finesse. Despite its daunting appearance, the Gundam Epyon fought regally and gracefully with its monolithic beam sword. To the naked eye, the attack seemed to exude all the offensive trimmings and restraint normally present in a tournament duel. But in reality, with the current conditions, everything else considered, it was totally different underneath the surface. The precision and timing of his assault was nothing short of praiseworthy however, for each blow or thrust cut loose... Heero had every intention kill and destroy the Wing Gundam Zero and the pilot driving it.

He made two successive over the shoulder diagonal slashes before jabbing the beam sword squarely towards the torso of the Wing Gundam Zero. The pilot of the white suit made from Gundanium seemed to be expecting his attacks as each blow was met by a corresponding parry while skillfully utilizing the crash shield in time to protect itself from his sudden sword thrust. Heero used this opportunity to perform a side sweeping slice yet the move was met by the opponent's beam saber before linking it with a combination of piercing attacks which left him no choice but evade and temporarily break off hostilities.

However, sensing this, the Wing Gundam Zero decided to press back at him with its own equally potent and impressive array of moves. Though the standard mobile suit beam saber was obviously smaller than the Epyon's beam sword, the Wing Gundam Zero easily negated the variance in reach through its pilot's amazing swordsmanship skills. The white titan performed three successive thrusts followed with a four-fold diagonal slash. Heero alertly dodged the vicious piercing attacks before deflecting the sword slashes with well-timed parries. Wing Gundam Zero appeared to be expecting this as its pilot surprisingly spun the mobile suit swiftly to his right side while attempting to cleave him with an arcing slice. Left with no choice due to his enemy's sudden change in behavior, Heero utilized the Epyon's own shield and reflected the attack. The Perfect Soldier felt the energy blade land squarely at his suit's buckler. Yet in spite of his action, the strike was too powerful, its force had been more than enough to drive back the Epyon a good distance away from Wing Gundam Zero.

'You're creating distance to maximize your true strengths.' He severely mused as a pair of machine cannons appeared from Wing Gundam Zero's shoulders.

The barrage of cannon rounds directed at the Epyon compelled Heero to take evasive action. The dark crimson mobile suit sharply veered to the left before coasting straightly in parallel as enemy fire hounded his tracks. The Perfect Soldier was busy at dodging the rain of machine cannon fire when his sensor array detected a sudden increase in energy build up. He threw a quick glimpse at the starboard monitor which had a fixed display on the enemy mobile suit, it gave confirmation to the brown haired boy's initial presumption... the Wing Gundam Zero already stashed its beam saber and had split the twin buster rifle. Both rifles were held by each hand and beyond any doubt... energy release was close at hand.

Rays of golden yellow surged out from the both rifles muzzles, spewing destructive beams at him with an inhuman rate and deadly accuracy. Heero groaned while completing a cut to the left as the enemy pilot pressured him into conceding more space between them. The earth around him shook and trembled. It was desolated and charred beyond recognition. The surrounding woods were all but burned to ashes as the battle between the Epyon and Wing Gundam Zero intensified. Heero skillfully maneuvered the fearsome mobile suit in a zigzag pattern as energy beams repeatedly smashed the ground he had previously threaded. The viciousness of the battle was evident as small craters were formed at end of his trail. Seeing the fruitlessness of his current situation, Heero slewed the Epyon to the right before leaping aggressively off the ground. He then pulled the Epyon's transformation lever forward which resulted for the dark crimson suit to revert to its twin headed dragon mobile armor mode. This gave him more speed and maneuverability as the Wing Gundam Zero relentlessly chased him with an onslaught of beam cannon fire from its pair of buster rifles.

He banked steeply to his left before rolling completely towards the right while evading the outpour of golden beams unleashed by the Wing Gundam Zero. The EPYON system on its part was churning him with large amounts of tactical and strategic data while providing all available options to retaliate and turn the tables against his enemy. Heero chose what he deemed as the best possible approach but kept his focus in piloting the Epyon as timing will be crucial when he performs the counterattack. The enemy pilot meanwhile was unappeasable as he increased concentration on the energy output of the buster rifles which now resulted to longer and thicker rays of concussive blasts to spit out from its muzzles.

'He's giving no quarter. He will expect nothing less from me when I seize the opportunity!'

The Epyon performed a spin roll as it avoided a burst fire from the Wing Gundam Zero's machine cannons and interchanging blasts on each buster rifle. The rate of fire while switching weapons in rapid succession from the machine cannons to the first buster rifle then to the next one had been astounding. This was all the more compounded by the fact that Heero has to maintain a precognitive lead of no less than two or three steps ahead of his opponent as energy beams narrowly miss him while he evaded the stream of enemy fire. The Perfect Soldier knew however that he could not keep up the continuous display of evasive maneuverability forever. He had been at it for an extended period of time already while patiently waiting on that grand opportune moment to arrive. Yet even as time transpired the wave of attacks never faltered, the longer he lingered only increased the possibility that the Wing Gundam Zero will have him dead center at its cross-hairs.

It was then he decided to be more creative as the brown haired boy suddenly broke the cycle and force the opportunity.

Heero drove the Epyon to a steep horizontal climb increasing the distance even further between them. Wing Gundam Zero seemed to have noticed this as it intensified the barrage of concentrated beam fire with both of its buster rifles. He nimbly dodged and swerved the vicious assault knowing full well that the enemy pilot had a solid lock on him. The speed of his ascent had been tremendous that he was soon perched high among the clouds. The seemingly incessant attacks had already stopped, yet instead of taking a rest amidst the lull in activity, Heero now anticipated two probable course of action. First, Wing Gundam Zero would take the fight into the skies, thereby give chase and close in at him. Second, maintain the gap between them and snipe him with the combined power of the twin buster rifle from long distance.

He wagered it would be the latter option.

He was right.

A monstrous golden yellow beam tore through the skies, illuminating the darkness of the early evening while screaming death and destruction on its path. Already expecting this, Heero pulled both throttles with great timing and precision, narrowly escaping the gruesome ray of chaos aimed at him. Taking this act as the signal he has long been waiting for, the Gundam Pilot drove audaciously towards his enemy, pushing both toggle sticks at maximum. The Epyon streaked fearlessly as it made a precipitous descent towards the Wing Gundam Zero. His cold, unfeeling, pitch-black orbs were fixated on his path while beads of sweat poured steadily past his temple. His eyes narrowed slightly as the sensors picked up another energy spike coming off from the enemy mobile suit. The reading was accurate, barely moments had passed since the notification, when Heero was alerted to the massive energy discharge headed his way. Another massive bolt sheered from the ground and was flying straight at him.

"Now, Epyon!" He commanded to which the dark crimson behemoth responded by bathing the whole cockpit with intense luster emanated from all panel displays.

A trajectory plan appeared with corresponding velocity shifts on given points inside the globular display of the EPYON System.

The way had been shown… it was now his call to make the run.

The course seemed nigh impossible and daunting but it was the best and only option.

Heero twisted the edge of his lips into a smirk as he adeptly whirled the Epyon in high speed as he began replicating the intended path provided by the highly advanced operating system. He flew with peerless focus as the fearsome mobile suit scarcely evaded but successfully threaded past the gigantic column-like highly concentrated beam which had been unleashed at full power by the twin buster rifle. The Perfect Soldier knew however, there was still a good distance he needed to cover allowing the Wing Gundam Zero to get another shot at him. Beads of sweat trickled down his face as he spiraled downwards to avoid getting a firm lock from the Wing Gundam Zero's own targeting sensors. His flight of descent was nowhere near the boundaries of difficult, since it could only be categorized as unimaginable. Yet he was resolute and utterly defiant. He shall not fail. Not today.

Not in the face of an overwhelmingly powerful enemy.

Not against hopeless odds.

No... never... even if this was a losing cause...

Even if this was guaranteed to be a losing battle.

He shall see this one through till its bitter end.

"EPYON... guide me... guide me towards VICTORY!" Heero viciously snarled as a large trail of azure was aggressively expelled by the dark crimson mobile suit's booster engines.

"Again, Epyon!" He dictated soon after hearing the blare of energy sensors, notifying him that the highly dangerous Wing Gundam Zero had released another full power shot.

Heero shifted his trajectory at the precise moment the twin buster rifles unloaded a maximum charge blast. He could have made an easier maneuver with a wider swerve to steer away from the attack. Instead, he decided to weave an opposite course parallel above the massive beam's direction. The move was insane... it was highly impetuous and reckless... it was suicidal and belonged to a category where only he qualified.

The Ultimate Weapon.

The Sword of Chaos.

The Perfect Soldier.

His dreadful mobile suit surged downwards at blinding speed. A multitude of battle data and combat analysis once again rushed through his mind. The options and possibilities provided to him by the EPYON System were endless. He only needed to pick the best approach given from the throng of available choices. The brown haired boy knew that his decision would ultimately adjudicate victory or defeat. His brows scrunched closely together as the Epyon zoomed ferociously and further increased its velocity as it homed in towards the enemy.

But then... it happened.

A never-ending stream of images mercilessly plowed through his mind. The pictures were crystal clear in detail and ever consuming that its contents easily shattered his focus and concentration. The images seemed so life-like, richly defined and deeply moving. He felt something lodge itself firmly into his chest. His heart... was pounding at a rapid and abnormal pace. His mind... was throbbing with spikes of thoughts and shards of reminiscence giving him fleeting visions of one person.

The torrent of images was also coinciding with the memories that were being unearthed at the deepest abyss of his psyche.

All the scenes and images vary from each other... yet they share one common detail.

A person... a young woman... curly tipped raven hair... black head band... disarming smile... expressive cornflower blue eyes...

Fair skin... tall, lithe stature... playful mood... cheerful voice... incomparable joy... intense emotions... a profound...

'Love...' He unconsciously muttered while feeling his heartbeats hammering through his chest.

She was there… sitting by the fountain ledge with her hair being gently swayed by the afternoon gale.

She was there… sleeping by the table while being showered by the last rays of the dying sunset.

She was there… raising her fist excitedly and continuously in the air while cheering from the bleachers.

She was there… playing delightedly with the dried leaves as they slowly fell while carried by the light breeze.

There could only be one...

An everlasting remembrance of the times he spent with the most important person in his life.

"H-Haruka... Haruka..." Heero fondly trailed upon recognizing the woman he so dearly cherishes.

She was hugging him tightly during that motorcycle ride after they decided to cut classes.

She was soothing both his heart and mind afterwards on their first visit to the View Deck Park together.

She was smiling while they shared that umbrella that one afternoon it was raining.

She was teary eyed initially and even slapped him involuntarily after his treatment on a strained muscle from her sprained foot.

"M-Morishima..." The Perfect Soldier solemnly completed as the images continued to arrive.

Reminding him... the memories they shared... the times they spent... the moments they were together.

The kiss she gave him by the cheek inside the school clinic.

The afternoon he found her at the arcade center and the activities they enjoyed while in the company of one another.

The evening of that same day he heard her heartfelt admission which caused him to revert after going berserk while protecting her.

The two of them dancing softly with each other in front of the live band at the hotel ballroom.

The Christmas Eve she broke through all his barriers and confessed her feelings for him.

They became lovers... They became one.

"The most important person in my life..." Heero uttered in trance while the scenes between them flooded his mind.

Her laughter that seemed music to his ears while they where throwing snow balls at each other.

Her playful giggles after teasing him with the manner he built his snowman.

Her soft and warm smile before he melted their lips together.

And her failed attempts at cooking which resulted to him getting knocked out cold.

She was... so passionate... so vibrant... so alive.

So full of life.

It made him want to live.

Pursue happiness.

Claim the joy that has long eluded him.

Have hope.

"The woman I love." He profoundly said as his pitch-black irises turned back to its Prussian blue shade.

She forgave him without harboring any ill-will or grievances after the misunderstanding with Chizuru Hotaru despite also being emotionally spent with worry for him after the major accident at the construction site.

She was extremely happy during the New Year's Eve festivities at the Shrine, her sky blue eyes reflected the joy within her heart as they prayed at the altar and read their fortunes.

She always held that one, special smile on her lips that he knew was only bestowed to him while they were catching gold fish and eating takoyaki at the temple grounds.

She gave him unparalleled joy every passing second they were together... she gave her whole self to him once more at the turn of the year... an unquestionable proof to the love, devotion, affection and complete trust she had accorded solely for him.

Only for him. Alone.

"The woman who loves me." He stated while his cobalt blue eyes stirred from its gaze and focus.

The Perfect Soldier felt a sudden rush forcefully change his heart's current pulse.

Like a powerful tide capable of shifting the entire momentum to its favor.

Life... was surging back to him... coursing through his veins... He was being revived.

The faintest notion he thought had been forever lost was now returning to him.

"I... I now remember... why I am here... the reason of all this... I now remember!"

"I love you... Heero..." Haruka's tender whisper echoed inside his memories like a warm blanket that provided him solace... comfort.

Consoling and breathing life inside his heart.

"I..." Heero started as the images continued to pile up alongside the stream of logical computation.

"I really do." She gently and meekly uttered but it honestly conveyed the depth of her affections for him.

"...will..." The brown haired boy gravely muttered as combat data and tactical analysis swarmed down heavily into his consciousness.

"They're like us you know, even if separated from the rest..." She started to explain as a soft and tender smile began taking shape on her lips.

"...have..." Heero raptly resumed while noticing the main, along with the starboard and port side display panels began to glow a brilliance that was compounded by the confluence of various sources.

"...they could survive as long as they have each other." Haruka mused, her cornflower blue eyes glimmering under the bright lights surrounding the festivities.

"...hope!" He confidently finished before the myriad of images suddenly relented and the vision in front of him became finally crystal clear.

The Epyon successfully steamrolled past the gigantic pillar of golden death and was now viciously streaking head on towards the Wing Gundam Zero. Riding the crest of such a momentum, Heero knew that the tide was now shifting favorably to his side. He swiftly converged on the monolithic white mobile suit in a span of few seconds before courageously ramming and strewing it aside. The impact was earth shattering as the collision of the two powerful behemoths was akin to a raging battle between gods and titans. The ground violently shuddered along with a heavy amount of dust and dirt were lifted then scattered at the vicinity. The impelling force had been so powerful that the Twin Buster Rifle was inadvertently released from the Wing Gundam Zero's grasp. Heero immediately pulled back the transformation lever causing the Epyon to revert from double-headed dragon mode to mobile suit configuration.

"I will... I will no longer be hopeless!" He determinedly said as the Epyon quickly lit up its gigantic beam sword and boosted towards the enemy suit.

Wing Gundam Zero was able to react in the nick of time as it pulled out a harlequin green beam saber from its compartment found at the top of the left shoulder. It also swung the energy weapon at the precise moment he slashed his beam sword. The clash between their weapons resulted into a blinding collision of emerald energies. Streaks of electricity surged out from the surface of the adjoined beam weaponry. He felt the formidable Wing Zero direct more energy charge towards the beam saber as it attempted to push back his pressing attack. However, he had the upper hand as the Epyon's own beam sword was both massive and capable of releasing an abundant supply of power being his mobile suit's primary weapon. The enemy seemed to have sensed this as Heero quickly noticed the pair of machine cannon's being summoned from its shoulders.

The gigantic white suit made from Gundanium retaliated. It rapidly unleashed a torrent of cannon slugs at him. The Perfect Soldier was swift to respond however, he immediately raised the Epyon's buckler and successfully shielded his suit from the numerous rounds thrown at him. Heero however was forced to disengage and create some distance between them. The enemy pilot seeing the opportunity, courageously lunged at him with his suit's beam saber. Another brilliant display of opposing energies from their energy weapons lit up the area surrounding them as he parried the blow with his beam sword. It also became the unofficial mark to begin their hostilities focused purely on swordplay.

Heero swung the Epyon's great beam sword with a combination of brute force and graceful finesse. He shifted his slashes and strikes at an astounding rate it was difficult if not impossible for the enemy to predict his pattern. He seemed to be a frenzied berserker in one glance and an elegant fighter on the next heartbeat. His attacks kept on rolling in a smooth yet vicious transition. He was also capably maneuvering the dreadful mobile suit in a supremely refined and contrastingly ferocious manner. The brown haired boy was unpredictable as he cut loose with a savage combination of slashes before transitioning in an instant to a series of fencer thrusts that could have instantly fell a foe of lesser degree. But the pilot of Wing Gundam Zero was relentless and clearly could be classified on a level at par with the Perfect Soldier. The enemy pilot was audacious and adamantly refused to fold or back down from Heero's unwavering assault. The Wing Zero maintained a cool yet resolute stance, utilizing its own array of strikes and piercing attacks to parry, deflect and even counter at given opportunities the brown haired boy's devastating offense.

"I need more speed, Epyon." Heero groaned as he initiated another magnificent exchange of strikes and parries against the enemy pilot.

The sword duel had been going on for the last half hour with neither combatant giving any quarter. Even with his uncanny shifting of sword stances and the advantage posed by the Epyon's beam sword, Heero was unable to penetrate the defense centered on the superb swordsmanship of the Wing Gundam Zero's pilot. However, the same could be said on his opponent's side as no matter how hard it tried, the enemy pilot had also failed to land even a single blow against him. The battle seemed to be heading for a stalemate between the two equally matched dreadnaughts. Yet a duel of such intensity while also featuring two opposing systems created to achieve absolute victory would never be settled with such a conclusion.

It was already shaping into a war of attrition between them. Heero was fully aware of this facet as he surmised that whoever the enemy pilot was, had also been contending with the strain brought by managing the advance operating system installed within Wing Gundam Zero. The white monolithic suit made from Gundanium let loose five successive blows all concentrated at breaking his abnormal pattern. He swiftly countered with his own combination of slashes that successfully met the impelling force brought on by the assault. Without any delay, Heero transitioned from defense to offense as he retaliated with four consecutive diagonal slices interchanging above each shoulder. His enemy seemed to have anticipated this as it crossed swords with him on each blow before the Epyon quickly spun around and unleashed a wide sweeping slash. Wing Zero did not expect this move as its pilot utilized the crash shield to protect itself and braced for impact rather than parrying with the beam saber. Heero felt the Epyon's beam sword pound mercilessly against the enemy suit's massive crash shield.

The impact was staggering, reverberating like a thunderclap while the ground beneath them trembled. Yet his opponent did not waver as it instantaneously plunged its harlequin beam saber towards him after using the Wing Gundam Zero's entire might to deflect his beam sword with the crash shield. It fully expected to capitalize from the opening created brought on by the momentum of his last attack. However, the enemy pilot never expected that Heero was just waiting and already anticipating this seemingly victorious move.

Wing Gundam Zero's right arm was fully extended in a thrusting motion before the Epyon's heat rod suddenly came out of nowhere and amputated its entirety.

The assault was swift, brutal and dangerously accurate. The colossal suit of Gundanium had its whole right arm cleaved off completely with a single sharp lash from the Epyon's superheated whip. Unbeknownst to his opponent, Heero's decision to sparingly use the heat rod was intentional. He patiently waited for the precise moment to utilize the cruel weapon and immediately seized the moment opportunity presented itself. His perseverance was greatly rewarded as the attack yielded devastating results. Not only was the Wing Gundam Zero missing its sword arm but the duel's outcome has shifted drastically to his favor.

Despite the overwhelming setback, the enemy pilot alertly pulled back to set up distance between them.

'There is no escape.' He mused while the Epyon's own Search Eye locked on at the Wing Gundam Zero's cockpit.

His opponent seem to be aware of this as it dropped the huge crash shield before its left hand reached for the remaining beam saber stored at the right shoulder compartment.

Its energy blade shone a grisly shade of harlequin green soon as the Wing Gundam Zero activated the weapon.

Both of them stared silently at each other, cautious yet at the same time eager to finally conclude the hostilities.

They knew that everything will be decided in one... final clash.

Heero paced his breathing as calmly and evenly as he could while watching out for the slightest possible movement the enemy.

He was shaken out of his concentration upon receiving a sudden transmission from the enemy pilot using the open channel.

"What is your purpose?" The voice spoke in a reserved yet challenging manner.

The question struck his mind like an ice pick breaking through a block of ice.

A sliver of memory pierced deeply into his thoughts.

"Even if I have to face all the problems and miseries in this world, I won't be afraid because I know I'm not alone, you will never leave me." Haruka declared as her cornflower blue eyes brimmed with happiness and affection dedicated only to him.

He left her soon after... and along with his abandonment, the Perfect Soldier lost all hope on living.

He ran away... a coward... a broken man.

But today... he was making a stand.

"A purpose provides definition to living. And mine has been nothing but meaningless till she came into my life."

The brown haired boy felt his chest thumping in response to his thoughts before he slowly smirked and continued with his response.

"My purpose... has a name."

"You are the embodiment of war. You have been created and bred for but one purpose... as your existence only lies in the battlefield." The enemy pilot replied without any remorse before lunging at him with a sudden burst from the Wing Gundam Zero's Vernier Thrusters.

The move was abrupt and banked heavily on the element of surprise.

Heero was keen on anticipating the precipitous charge from his enemy while the Epyon firmly held the massive beam sword sideways with both hands.

His cobalt blue eyes narrowed as the moments seemingly transitioned from real time into slow motion. The EPYON system has activated the phase reaction mode which was a prime feature inherent also to the ZERO system as it alters split-second events into a time lag display. However, the sheer amount of data and calculations involved were forcefully and ravenously fed into the pilot's consciousness in a span no longer than the blink of an eye.

At such a critical moment the pilot can only choose one of the many options provided to him by the highly advanced system that will determine total victory or absolute defeat.

There is only but a small window within this very constrained time frame that could only result to death or survival.

He saw the Wing Gundam Zero charge furiously at him with all Vernier Thrusters at maximum.

Its remaining arm clenched the harlequin green beam saber obliquely at an angle between its rear and side.

The enemy rapidly erased the gap between them while making its blazing approach.

His Prussian blue irises quickly saw the instant it swung the beam saber in a striking motion.

A killer.

A murderer.

A slayer.

He was and still all of those... but today will be different.

Heero was a man driven by a purpose.

"Her name is Haruka!" The Perfect Soldier stated with conviction before swinging the fearsome beam sword at the exact moment Wing Zero closed the distance at arm's length.

Epyon's emerald eyes were smoldering with fury as it unleashed a diagonal sweeping slash that covered from low left to high right which had been initiated from its left-hand side.

The dreadful crimson mobile suit held its massive beam sword in both hands with the blade raised obtusely upwards and its tip pointing at the skies.

Wing Gundam Zero was gruesomely thrown sideways due to the unusual yet perfect coalescence of precision and savagery from the Epyon's final assault.

Both limbs of the suit powered by ZERO System were grisly amputated leaving it without any primary weapons except the Vulcan cannons at the head piece and the machine cannons found at each shoulder. Heero threw an impassive glance at the vanquished mobile suit as he waited for the enemy pilot to open the hatch and exit the cockpit. He did not need to linger for long as the defeated opponent soon left his cockpit. Wing Zero's pilot wore an all black flight suit with silver trimmings and patches. His head was covered by a white helmet obviously specialized for compatibility with the highly daunting ZERO System. Finally seeing the defeated pilot on full view, Heero noticed his adversary was bloodied at the right torso which was being covered by the pilot's left hand. He stood shakily on the ground before raising both hands in the air as he stood before him, an evident gesture of surrender.

"We are at an open clearing, be warned that even though you've been defeated I still consider you as a threat. If you make even the slightest attempt to do something that is classified as suspicious, I will never hesitate to take you down with everything at my disposal." The Perfect Soldier seriously warned as he fixed his mobile suit a respectable distance from the fallen Wing Zero.

He saw the enemy pilot nodded in apprehension through the Epyon's cameras which were locked and zoomed at his defeated adversary.

After ascertaining that the distance between his suit and the Wing Zero was sufficient, Heero scanned their immediate vicinity once again to check if there was any opportunity for his opponent to retaliate once he tries to disembark from the Epyon. The Perfect Soldier's safety protocols had been appeased after surveying the area, as aside from the ruined Wing Gundam Zero there was practically no other obstruction in the area that could be used as a cover. He also silently berated himself after being reminded by his psyche that the pilot was also injured, though its severity was unknown to him, the brown haired boy determined that its gravity could be serious if the blood which blotted his flight suit at the torso was any indication.

Heero had already removed his helmet before securing the sidearm stored at one of the auxiliary compartments inside the cockpit. After opening the hatch, he cast out the landing cable before stepping at the designated foothold which would bring him down from the cockpit's opening using a series of internal mechanisms within his mobile suit. The Perfect Soldier had his sidearm trained at the enemy pilot while the landing cord brought him down. Meanwhile the defeated pilot had been true to his earlier gesture as he never made any suspicious movement that Heero could consider as threatening or dangerous.

With his gun pointed at the enemy pilot, the brown haired boy warily approached his defeated opponent before stopping and setting a distance of about 15 feet between them.

"Identify yourself." Heero coldly ordered raising the gun a bit higher as he aimed at his adversary's head.

"You know me full well." The pilot simply answered.

"Remove your head gear slowly and throw it at your left side. I won't hesitate to plant a bullet between your eyes if you try anything else." The brown haired boy stolidly threatened.

The defeated pilot obediently removed his helmet without doing anything perilous other than follow Heero's orders.

He flung his helmet to his side before icily glaring at the former pilot of Wing Gundam.

Heero's Prussian blue orbs widened as he saw the features of the person in front.

Mass of chocolate brown hair...

Cold and unfeeling pitch black eyes...

Emotionless and unflinching aura...

The young man looked exactly like him.

A carbon copy.

He could be mistaken as his twin.

"Who are you?" Heero lowly growled as he fixed the sidearm dead center on his look-alike's face.

"I am you."

"What?" He astonishingly inquired, taken aback from the defeated pilot's reply.

"Your inner conflict. Your driver of logic and reason... and of course... the persona of your hidden facet." The young man revealed to him as the entire scenery was replaced by nothing but a vast plain entirely mantled in pure white. Aside from the two of them, only the Epyon and Wing Gundam Zero were retained as the battlefield, the burning trees, the charred hulks and scattered debris, along with the evening sky had all been erased.

"You're... my psyche... you're my... mind..." Heero uttered in disbelief yet never removing his aim at the entity before him.

"You have done nothing but run away. You attempted to steady your resolve and fight for a cause... but you only end up wavering. Not until now." The being said unkindly while its pitch black irises stared at him challengingly.

"It is... different now."

"How is it any different? We are nothing but a tool created for war. The Ultimate Weapon designed to accomplish any given mission no matter how difficult... even those classified as impossible. The Perfect Soldier whose skills have been honed to excellence. Ready to kill, murder or slay... anyone... anything that is considered an obstacle in achieving absolute victory." The entity coldly reminded Heero of his origins... his identity.

"I... am no longer just a tool or weapon. I... am a man. A man who despite losing his way and always gets astray... now knows his purpose." The brown haired boy determinedly replied as he slowly rationalized his current situation.

"Purpose? Your purpose is to be the perfection and embodiment of the remorseless, killing machine you truly are. Your only purpose is to accomplish your mission."

"I have a new mission now." Heero coolly responded while looking steadily at his double. "A man could never recognize his existence lest he has a purpose. My mission is driven by that purpose."

"Bold words. Will you truly... defy destiny, fate... everything, just for her?"

"I will. Because I want to... to be the man that she truly deserves. I want to be with her... the most important person in my life." The cobalt blue eyed boy answered just after lowering his gun.

"You have... a closet full of skeletons which includes me. How do you think she'll accept or at the very least... understand that?"

"You said it earlier, I have done nothing but run away. Now... I will be surrendering everything to her. I admit... my past is the root cause of my fear, I am afraid to be rejected." Heero stated in full honesty before continuing.

"Yet still, I will tell her everything. Even you. Yes... especially you, the very definition of who I was in the past. An aspect of who I am and who I'll always be. Because you are a part of me. But you are not the entirety of me. Being with her made me realize I could be a better man... she made me want to be a better man. I will strive to be that someone who can stand rightfully by her side. I will no longer hide the truth. And even if I lose her. I still acknowledge you... Perfect Soldier."

Silence.

The space between them has been filled with tension due to the topic of their argument.

Heero still held a determined look at the embodiment of his mind before he noticed the gleam of Prussian blue appear from its eyes.

"You are ready." His mind's representation, the Perfect Soldier, concluded.

"Accepting who you were, knowing who you are and striving to be the best at who you could be is all that I ask of you. I will always answer your summon when you require the strength, skills and capabilities for the upcoming mission. But beware... that if you ever waver or lose the resolve to face her... you could never count on me to follow any more act of cowardice." His psyche encouraged and at the same time warned while moving towards him.

His mind's representation halted its approach and slightly smirked before nodding at him.

"Thank you." Heero sincerely uttered before feeling his mind, the embodiment of the Perfect Soldier slowly dissipate and vanished as it merged with him.

He heard the soft creak of a door being opened from his rear.

Soon as he turned, Heero saw a doorway left ajar behind him.

The room or more appropriately, the expanse was no different from the one he had left. An endless plain filled only with white along a skyline painted purely in the same shade as well. Except him, there were no other objects... save for another person along with the small animal standing beside it. Heero felt a deathly chill pass through his skin sending shivers down his spine. He easily recognized who it was. The person was wearing a white sun dress with matching white flat shoes and a large round hat.

There could be no mistake... it was the girl and her little dog.

Yet something was peculiar or vaguely... different from how he remembers seeing her.

The young girl had a happy smile painted from her lips, a far cry from the sad or eerie ones he was normally accorded during their conversations.

Her eyes spoke differently as well, they were not staring back at him in a condescending manner.

They glittered with joy and satisfaction.

Heero was still making his way towards her but the young girl suddenly broke into a run to meet him.

He was all the more surprised when the little girl flung herself at him soon as they got close to each other.

His eyes widened a bit after feeling the young girl's embrace.

"You did it!" She gleefully remarked while hugging him tightly, her small dog was excitedly wagging its tail and delightfully barking not far from them.

"Of course... you're..." Heero trailed after realization of the girl's true identity.

"You're my soul."

"Yes, I am." The girl contentedly replied as she nodded her head in agreement.

"But how come..."

"My form also represents a good number of your aspects similar to the Perfect Soldier." She started to explain while her little dog yelped in approval. "I appear as a child because this is a facet you were forced to abandon when you were trained as the Perfect Weapon. You have to forsake your innocence to be the sword that eventually ended all conflict. The girl that you inadvertently killed during that mission... along with all the other innocents whose blood was spilled by your hands. I reflect all the guilt that has accumulated inside you throughout the war."

"I can never take away the actions I did in the past. I could never bring back the lives I've taken... All I could do right now... is to live rightfully for the sake of those who perished during the war. Ask forgiveness despite the gravity of my sins and shortcomings. I could never be forgiven by everyone, but I will try and put all my effort... for the one person that matters most to me."

"You have found the answer." The young girl smiled in understanding after hearing his response.

He subtly curled his lips and tipped his head lightly.

"You have forgiven yourself." She softly said to him.

"It has to start from me. Any penance for my actions would only be hypocritical unless I forgive myself. I... will do everything I can to atone myself and be truly hers once again."

"The road will not be easy. What if... she doesn't give you anymore chance?"

"I will live with it. I shall accept her decision wholeheartedly and continue to love her till my last breath."

"Why?"

"A kind person once told me that when you really love someone... you have to let them go, set them free. I misunderstood the correct meaning of that proverb. I didn't set her free... I just abandoned her and thought only of myself. Now, I will tell her everything about me, no more lies, no more obscurity. I could finally put all my emotions into rest knowing that I am no longer hiding anything from her. And even if she can't accept me... I will be appeased and deeply consoled by the fact that I am letting her go without anymore burden to bear." Heero relayed in clarity before the girl asked him once again.

"But what if you return and found out that you no longer matter to her? Would you still go through all this?"

"That is why I need to go through all of this. I will never know unless I find out. And I am willing to risk everything just for a chance."

"A chance?"

"A chance to be with her... always... or for even just a short period of time. And especially during her hour of need." He solemnly uttered while looking deeply into the little girl's eyes.

"Indeed... time is of the essence, for you both. I won't be keeping you here any longer." The little girl remembered before momentarily pausing then adding, "Thank you for removing the guilt that has long stained me."

Heero smiled subtly and grunted in understanding as he felt the image of his soul embrace him tightly.

"Remember, you resonate with her. I'll admit this... she is the only one I have sensed that you share a very deep affinity... one that transcends the boundaries of time and space. It is a bond you would need to depend on as powerful forces attempt to separate the two of you from each other. Don't give up, no matter what. Don't lose her."

He obtained and placed her words of wisdom deeply inside his heart as the young girl along with the small dog dissolved into nothingness.

He felt light... he was free.

The brown haired boy slowly stood up and went on his way towards another doorway left partly open which was located towards the north east.

The vastness was no different from the previous locations. A borderless room painted and covered from the skies to the ground with nothing but white. For about half an hour he drifted aimlessly, meeting no one else as he traversed the endless span of pure white. The brown haired boy was beginning to wonder when he heard a soft voice suddenly called out his attention.

"Psst."

The tone was impish and playful.

Heero turned to look over his shoulder and was flabbergasted upon seeing its owner.

The person stood a couple of feet behind him. The individual possessed long, flowing, curly tipped raven hair, pristine cornflower blue eyes and an adorable smile with a hint of mischief was hanging on her lips. She stood at a height a few inches smaller than him. Even though she wore a simple black school uniform he was familiar with, the clothing did not deter the outline of her impressive figure... a beauty comparable to that of a goddess he had been given the sole right to witness its full splendor.

"H-Haruka?"

The person shook her head sideways before replying.

"I look exactly like her. But I am not. Her form is how you see me because she is the person that resides within this part of yours."

"Of course... because... you're my..." Heero breathlessly stated upon comprehension.

"You always see me in your dreams... already dying or getting killed as a result of your actions. You shoved me aside despite my calls. You ignored me even when I plead. You abandoned me in spite of everything. You killed me on a number of occasions. But I never died... as your feelings for her never did." The young woman who looked like Haruka sadly explained as her sky blue irises bore deeply into his.

"...My heart." He somberly completed while his chest tightened... asphyxiating his conscience. He was reprehensible for every act she had mentioned.

"I am the part of you that never gave up." She gently confided while stepping closer to him before tenderly placing her hand above his chest.

"She gives life... purpose to you. I am filled only with the love you have for her. She is..."

"My hope." Heero answered as he gazed fondly at the contents of his heart.

The Haruka... or the image represented by his heart was still in sorrow yet he could feel the warmth of hope and see the glimmer of expectation shining from its cornflower blue eyes. He has long neglected its yearnings. He has deliberately shunned its pleadings. He even ruthlessly abandoned its call during his darkest hour.

His heart was the one who received the harshest and worst treatment possible. Yet it always believed in him. It stood defiant when all hope seemed to have abandoned him. It never left him even if he has forsaken the person that brought meaning into his otherwise barren existence. It never gave up on him and refused to accept defeat.

It sheltered and kept the lone remaining ray of hope as darkness consumed his entire horizon. It held on tightly to that one belief that he will come back and reclaim his happiness. It waited for him all this time.

For this very moment.

For his return.

And he shall not fail his heart anymore.

"I am so unworthy, I have treated you unfairly and I am most undeserving of you. Please... please forgive me for all the pain and sorrow I have caused you. Give me one last chance to prove myself and correct all the mistakes I've made. Just one final chance... is all that I ask of you." Heero poignantly admitted and sincerely pleaded as he determinedly enclosed his heart's representation in a fierce embrace.

"I am very much like her... how you see, think and feel her. This is how you came to know the true meaning of love. The one she gave you… that was so pure, trusting... boundless... and ever so loyal. Of course... I'll forgive you." His heart, appearing in all of Haruka's likeness uttered while tears fell from its sky blue irises.

"I can't promise you that I will win her back. But I can guarantee you that I will do everything... all that it takes... even my life if necessary to let her know how much she means to me. I could only assure you that I will do anything even if it's beyond my reach to let her feel how much I care for her. And I can only ensure that I will exhaust every means possible to tell her how much I love her. After all that I've done... I can never expect everything to go my way." He solemnly replied while carefully brushing aside the strands of curly tipped raven hair away from her tear stained face.

"The heart would see what the eyes does not. Her heart would hear if you humbly knock and be remorseful of your past actions. Her heart would listen when you plead with all honesty and sincerity. As to how her heart answers... it would all depend on how you submit yourself under her mercy. It all lies with you." His heart's representation answered before gently touching his cheek.

"You still placed your trust in me despite all my shortcomings."

"The moment you decided that you will no longer deny her and resolved to never tarnish her memories again... hope once again gave me a reason to believe. Same with you... I no longer want to be hopeless. I don't want to remain homeless. What she said back then had always been true."

"... They say home is where the heart is. I agree with that saying because your heart is the place my heart considers as home." Haruka truthfully told him as her face gently flushed while her eyes softly glowed.

'I will no longer be hopeless.'

'I shall no longer be homeless.'

"If I am what her heart considers as home... it is also the same thing on my case as well. Hers is the place I consider as home too." His heart's image said as another tear made its way down from her cheeks.

"Lend me the courage and the will that only you possess... when I return... and subject myself to be judged for condemnation on all the times I wronged her."

"I won't leave you, not now... not ever. I have been with you always. Remember... true strength is found here." The representation of his emotions vowed before gently placing her hand on his chest directly above his heart. "While true courage is facing hopeless odds with an indomitable will and a steadfast heart."

"Thank you." Heero said in gratitude as he smiled lightly and tightly embraced his heart's image till it slowly faded into thin air.

He felt exhausted physically and mentally the moment both of his eyes stirred open. It was similar to that of someone who has completed a battery of field exercises and series of academic tests all in one day. The brown haired boy heaved a long drawn exhale as he scanned the vicinity. Heero was inside the mission control area, one of the many rooms located inside the very same secret facility he was trained since childhood to be the Perfect Soldier. The hidden base of Doctor J where Wing Gundam was created and he lived for at least 3 years prior to the initiation of Operation Meteor.

The sprawling facility has been devoid of any activity ever since the conclusion of the Eve Wars and subsequent death of Doctor J, as a result the hidden base had been shutdown and abandoned. Knowledge of its existence and location was left only to him after its benefactor Dekim Barton perished at the close of the Mariemaia Incursion. The Perfect Soldier had arrived at the L1 Colony just yesterday and wasted no time by immediately going over to the hidden installation. For the 3 years it has remained dormant, the facility exhibited little to no signs of deterioration as far as structural integrity, systems functionality and serviceable machinery were concerned. The place gave off a mute, cold and lifeless feel similar to that of a graveyard with the sole except ion from the intermittent beeping coming from the terminal he was using.

He came here to face the ghosts of his past.

He went here to confront his inner demons.

The visit to the old secret base had a deep meaning to his mental and emotional psyche.

Reconcile his past... represented by the little girl.

Accept his present... embodied by the Perfect Soldier.

Live his future... signified by the most important person in his life.

"I will... defy my fate. Challenge my destiny. I shall claim what I... I rightfully deserve." Heero firmly worded out as he stared at the display screen after hearing a single notifying beep from the terminal.

His cobalt blue eyes widened slightly then narrowed determinedly upon reading the content.

It was understandable.

The words that appeared from his workstation brought contrasting feelings of dread and anticipation within him.

File Transfer Complete.

4:17pm, 10th of February 2012 A.D. (GMT +8:00 Tokyo)

Hibiki sighed while looking at her best friend who was talking with a few underclassmen at the hallway. Classes for the day were over and as was customary, they would be walking home together since there was no club practice that afternoon for the swimming team. The mild mannered captain of the swim team looked with feelings of unease and sadness as Haruka smiled and laughed with the trio of young girls from the freshmen class. Yes, Haruka was smiling once again and true... the lovely campus idol was even laughing but Hibiki felt deeply disturb as she continued observing her closest friend. The raven haired beauty had returned to school just two days ago after being rushed and confined to the hospital for six days. Since her recovery, Haruka seemed to have returned from her normal self... fun-loving, easy-going and most of all... carefree. Hibiki sadly watched her friend as Haruka kindly conversed with the three freshmen before getting surprised when someone suddenly spoke from behind.

"Sham."

The often serious yet gentle young lady turned and was a bit astonished upon learning that the voice belonged to none other than Manaka Hiba. One of their fellow Seniors but from a different class.

"You see it too." Hibiki noted to which Manaka nodded in agreement.

"Shattered." Manaka concluded in a single word as she joined her on observing Haruka.

"Yes." Hibiki softly answered while looking at her best friend unhappily.

-oxo-

"Hibiki... where is he?" Haruka weakly asked the moment she opened her eyes and recognized the swim team captain.

"H-Haruka..." She hesitantly trailed before shifting her gaze away.

Hibiki felt something invisible lodge itself inside her throat, preventing the young woman from speaking any further. The current scene was too difficult to bear. Hibiki's kind heart had been crushed upon seeing Haruka in such a sorry state but the burden was all the more compounded after hearing the first set of words the raven haired young lady spoke the instant she regained consciousness. Despite her miserable situation and fragile condition, the first thing Haruka did was ask for the presence of the very same person who hurt her. The reason why she was laying sick on a bed inside the hospital with an IV administered on her right limb. The cause of all her pain and suffering. The man who crushed her. It was a dilemma that Hibiki found too hard to swallow especially after seeing the sorrow dwelling inside Haruka's cornflower blue eyes as her friend expectantly inquired the young man she solely allowed inside her heart.

How does she answer that question? Does she reply in full honesty and in effect, quell all signs of hope Haruka still held dearly for Heero? Or she respond with another lie like the previous occasions Haruka had requested and thus continue the cycle of allaying her friend's growing dependency on false hope?

'Why do you put me in such a predicament, Haruka?'

"Of course... he isn't here..." The campus idol ascertained, purging Hibiki from her musings.

"J-just focus on getting your strength back." The swim team captain tentatively replied in an effort to change the topic.

"I... love him... so much, you... you know that... right?" Haruka tenderly spoke while earnestly looking at her.

Hibiki bitterly smiled before nodding in understanding.

'I know... and it has also destroyed you.'

Haruka seemed to have read her thoughts as tears slowly streamed down from her sky blue eyes.

"You don't have to hide it from me. I am so pathetic."

"But you are fortunate, Haruka. According to the attending physician, you were burning with a high fever when the shrine maiden and temple priest brought you here." Hibiki encouragingly said in an effort to lift her friend's spirits.

"You're still avoiding the topic... It's ok, though. Because... because you no longer need to worry about me soon." Her best friend cryptically responded while sniffling in between sentences.

"...But now that he's gone... It would be better if I just die!" Haruka despairingly said while crying from the other line.

The remembrance of her closest friend's threatening words had barely lingered out from her memories when a deeply disturbing yet unexplainable feeling encroached itself inside her.

"Don't you dare, Haruka. Don't you EVER even think of doing it. No matter how sad or difficult your experience with love is, you have to remember that life is precious." Hibiki strenuously pointed out.

"I know... Which is why the present me... this side of me... and the part of me that would always belong to him... has to die. So that I may be reborn... so that I can become whole once again." Haruka carefully explained in between chokes as tears ran across her cheeks.

"Haruka..."

"I promised to myself that if he's not here when I wake up... I will truly give up on him... it's a sign that I really need to surrender my feelings for him. The reason I went to the Shrine was to let go of him. But... I never knew it would be this painful to forcibly kill my heart and forget him."

"You're still young Haruka, there are many..."

"True love only comes once, Hibiki." Her best friend painfully replied, cutting the serious young woman in mid-sentence. The campus idol woefully smiled before holding Hibiki's hand tightly with her left palm.

"I want you to remember... How much he means to me... How much I care about him... How much I love him... Hibiki." Haruka tearfully pleaded while firmly holding her hand.

"Of course... Haruka. How could I not..? You were so... beautiful... you were so... blinding. I... I envied you." The captain of Kibitou's swim team recalled in clarity as her voice cracked due to the sheer pressure rampaging inside her chest.

"Thank you, Hibiki. Now... Let me just... let me just cry for him... one last time." Haruka softly said but tears were already flowing steadily down her sky blue eyes.

Hibiki lowered her head and turned to look away from her closest friend, "I'll be going now. I will just tell her your mother that you don't want to be disturbed once I leave."

With a heavy heart, she moved towards the doorway, yet she was barely out of the room when she heard Haruka weep in sorrow.

It was... heartrendingly painful.

She softly closed the door and left her best friend inside the room. The moment the door latched firmly, the mild mannered young woman leaned her back on the adjacent wall and let out the tears she had been suppressing in front of Haruka.

'Heero Yuy... you heartless... bastard... why did you do this to Haruka?' Hibiki screamed within her thoughts as she covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her own sobs.

-oxo-

They noticed the three young girls bow respectfully to Haruka before the campus idol smiled cheerfully in return and went towards their direction.

"What was that all about, Haruka?" Hibiki curiously asked as the raven haired beauty approached them.

"They're members of the culinary club asking me to sample some of their dishes tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, I think that would be a good opportunity for you to..."

"Oh... I don't plan on making any appearance at all." The campus idol impassively said which caused Hibiki to stare surprisingly at her closest friend.

"Haruka?"

"A smile devoid of any emotion. Cold, grey ashen eyes that has given up on hope. I could see past the facade, Morishima Haruka." Manaka pointedly stated in a very rare occasion that she spoke longer than three words.

Haruka's smile immediately faded soon as she heard the statement thrown at her by the fellow third year.

"Hiba Manaka... No matter how I see it, you don't stand to gain anything from focusing your attention on me. But it's not like I can stop you, so... rebuke me or mock me... go ahead, be my guest."

"Haruka, you don't have to be harsh. Hiba-san is only..." Hibiki mediated as she tried to get in between her best friend and Manaka.

"Telling the truth." Manaka interjected while looking at Haruka with sadness reflected on her dark irises before continuing, "Morishima Haruka... you may fool many but there will be those who could see past your shell."

"I won't be taken again as a fool or a silly girl or an unknowing person anymore. I've been deceived and betrayed, it's about time I get back." Haruka gravely replied as she glared at the long haired Manaka.

"How you were last time was understandable. Vindictiveness won't allow you to regain what you have lost." The laconic third year reasoned while holding her ground in a match of stares with Haruka.

"Lost... you say? Hiba-san let me make this clear with you... I don't want to recover anything. I only intend to make everyone realize how miserable life really is." The raven haired beauty sarcastically explained with a cold gleam peeking from her now… ashen grey irises.

"So all these false pleasantries you exchange with every unwitting victim is part of an elaborate ruse to get back at the betrayal you've suffered."

"I'd say partly right. I could not care any less what they think or feel. I just want them to learn that giving trust and being betrayed in return is an irony and reality in life."

"This is not you. The real Haruka..." Hibiki strongly disagreed with both brows knitted closely together as she fixed her eyes at the raven haired beauty.

"Is kind, stupid, silly and trusting, right? I don't see anything wrong with opening everyone's eyes to the harshness of life."

"You have to take a long hard look at yourself in front of the mirror. What has become of you? This isn't you... The Haruka before..."

"Is dead." Haruka flatly finished for Hibiki.

"I refuse to believe that." She stiffly responded at her closest friend.

"The way I see things right now is like looking at the world with only two perspectives. It's either black or white. No grey areas. You give trust... You get betrayed. There is nothing in between. So, Hibiki... either you stand by me or against me. What will it be?" Haruka callously stated with her eyes focused seriously at Hibiki.

"Cruel." Manaka uttered as she threw a cautious glance at Haruka before sadly looking at the swim team captain.

Hibiki only bowed her head and nodded slightly in frustration.

6:03am, 11th of February, A.C. 198

"This is Oscar Zulu Wun Tree Mike Sierra, all checks have been completed, all systems are green, this baby is hot and ready to go." Duo reported over the comm while waiting for launch orders.

It was a queue for Heero to fit the black helmet over his head and tugged at the crossed straps of the safety belt before making a final round of tests on all systems of the mobile suit Wing Gundam.

Running Diagnostics check…

Initializing…

Unit Model: XXXG-001W

Unit Name/Variant: Wing Gundam-FG

Gundanium Hull Integrity - 100%

Primary Targeting System - Active

High Mobility Vernier Thrusters - 100%

Search Eye - Active

Linear Suspension - 100%

ZERO System Program - Active

Fold Generator Overdrive - 100%

Ultracompact Fusion Reactor charge level: 100%

Composite Internal Alloys - 90%

Self-Destruct System - Disabled

High Response Sensors - Active

Secondary/Sub Weapon Systems - Active

'All systems are good.' Heero noted as he flicked a set of switches in preparation of his own launch.

"This is Tree X-Ray Golf Zero Zero Wan Whiskey, all systems are set, ready to proceed with mission parameters." He declared on the commlink as the ZERO System's globular display began displaying his flight plan based from twenty third model of Wing Gundam Fold Generator trial run.

"This is command center, call sign Oscar Zulu Wun Tree Mike Sierra, please proceed to the designated position, we'll be sending you the coordinates shortly." Quatre replied before nodding shortly at Trowa who then typed in the necessary codes at his keyboard to open the main hangar's exit.

"Bay doors are being opened." The taciturn young man confirmed with the blond haired Quatre after hearing the loud hiss from the pressurized locks of the hangar exit.

The wait did not take long as the massive bay doors soon slid open.

"This is command center, Oscar Zulu Wun Tree Mike Sierra, you're clear to launch." The Winner heir declared on the private channel, signaling for Duo to proceed.

"Copy that command center, this is Duo, heading out with the Epyon!" The pilot who formerly called himself as the 'god of death' excitedly announced over the radio.

The fearsome mobile suit took a couple of steps before transforming to its twin headed dragon mode and billowing out a radiant trail of azure.

"Woo hoo! The Epyon has left the building! Let's make this quick so you could ready those sandwiches once I return, Quatre!" Duo broadcasted over the commlink as his mobile suit successfully surged out from the secret hangar.

"Affirmative on that request, Duo." Quatre kindly replied as he began tracking their fellow pilot's heading through a secondary display.

"Oh and in case I forgot, tell 'Yuy-kun' to get his ass out here pronto! 'Morishima sempai's' been waiting for his return over the last two thousand years!"

"Shut up, Duo." He curtly responded knowing the lavender eyed boy's penchant for badgering him.

"Now that's the spirit! Here's a suggested entry for Wing Gundam's logbook, Yuy-kun. 14th of February 2012 A.D. - Valentines Day with..." The braided haired pilot continued before pausing and clearing his throat.

"...Haruka..." Duo uttered the raven haired beauty's name in his best reenactment of Heero's deep cool voice.

"Could you please cut off his transmission, Quatre?" The Perfect Soldier frustratingly said with an annoyed look from his normally impassive face.

Quatre laughed quietly while listening at Duo's relentless teasing. Trowa's lone visible emerald eye reflected his own amusement from their fellow pilot's natural sense of humor.

"Hey! No fair! Look... Quatre and even Trowa's enjoying the Duo Maxwell Show! Besides... that's how you say her name. There's a certain ring or tingle whenever you mention 'Haruka' with that cool voice of yours." Duo answered while grinning ear to ear.

"Duo, you are near the designated watch point. Observe radio silence and standby for further orders." Trowa broadcasted on the private frequency in an effort to return the focus at the ongoing Fold Generator run.

Today was the day. The day where he will attempt to challenge his fate. He will set things straight by going back to the past and attempt to reclaim the love of the woman he so deeply cherishes. The brown haired boy had just returned from his successful sojourn at L1 the previous day but immediately requested they proceed with the launch soon as they convened that same evening. Understanding his circumstances, Quatre, Trowa and Duo unanimously agreed that they perform the Fold Generator run on the next morning. During the days that followed since he left for L1, Trowa and Duo had worked tirelessly in completing and finishing the repairs for Wing Gundam. Quatre on his end - calibrated both the Ultra Compact Fusion Reactor and the Fold Generator based from the initial settings that allowed him to successfully complete the original trial run. All three of his fellow pilots... his friends, had toiled day in and day out to ensure that upon his return, everything would be ready.

And they did not disappoint him.

He had sought and asked forgiveness for his sins back on the trip to Gaullia and unexpected meeting with Sylvia Noventa.

He had faced and emerged victorious against his inner demons and the ghosts of his past during that brief stay at L1.

He had climbed back to reach the surface after falling into a deep chasm of misery and despair.

'I want to be with you... Haruka... for always... even until the end of time.' Heero pondered while waiting for the queue to launch.

"Tree X-Ray Golf Zero Zero Wan Whiskey, this is command center, you are cleared for take off." Quatre announced on their personal channel.

His cobalt blue orbs instinctively glanced at the trio of signal lights found on the right side of the hangar exit once all three turn green, it was time for him to leave. Meanwhile the runway was illuminated through a pair of columns arrayed into broken lines. The brown haired boy heard the hiss of his Vernier thrusters grow louder soon as he increased energy output to the boosters. Both of his brows creased closely to each other in anticipation.

Then it happened... all three red lights transitioned to green.

'Now!'

Heero pushed both throttles forward and Wing Gundam surged out of the hangar rapidly.

A rich trail of sapphire was left on his wake. After clearing the hangar, the Perfect Soldier loaded the 23rd model of his original run in conjunction to the current flight plan. Heero wanted to ensure that everything would be similar as to how the trial run had been accomplished if he was to get a shot on returning to the past by entering the very same spatial hole which would make it seem that time moves congruently with the current and that of the past. There was no room for errors. No leeway. No acceptable margins. Nothing. He has to accomplish everything with timing and precision using only his phenomenal piloting skills to help him. It was a daunting task even for a pilot of Heero's caliber... but he will accept nothing less than achieve his mission designates. The stakes are at an all time high - his joy, future and hope all rests on the success of this mission. Not to mention... that the very life of the person Heero loves has been used as a wager by the forces he now willfully defied.

'I shall claim my destiny... I refuse to accept any other fate... but the one where we decide how our lives are supposed to be!'

Heero expertly maneuvered Wing Gundam as he easily passed the first checkpoint while matching the needed velocity and perfectly following the set trajectory.

"Mach 35." Trowa reported at the commlink as he made his way towards the second waypoint.

Wing Gundam viciously streaked on its way to the next point, blazing its trail like a fiery phoenix albeit with a sapphire flame. The brown haired boy kept a steady focus on the speed readings as he increased the velocity of his mobile suit.

Heero flicked a couple of switches as he neared the second navpoint before throwing another glance at the ZERO System's spherical console. He noted that the Wing Gundam was approaching the designated point with ease

"He's doing good, from where I'm watching! He'll be clearing even the third waypoint in no time at all!" Duo excitedly chimed at the radio as the Perfect Soldier past the second navpoint.

"Mach 40! Heero, base from the cross check between the 23rd model and your current heading the comparison rate is at 97%." Quatre provided while looking intently at one of the auxiliary screens.

His Prussian blue irises were decidedly fixed on Wing Gundam's main display while pushing onwards to the third waypoint. His acceleration was increasing on a tremendous pace but it did not deter him in the slightest as he continued towards the next set of coordinates.

"Quatre... Heero's rate of ascent is too much for the Wing Gundam. I'm detecting low tier warnings from the outer hull stability." Trowa advised while never removing his stare at the auxiliary screen in front of him.

Alarmed, Quatre hastily moved to check Trowa's findings and confirmed that indeed... there are tertiary signs of hull tearing which while still limited to the surface could eventually lead to a full blown breach.

"Heero, your gradient acceleration is too much for the Wing Gundam to handle. Trowa has detected outer hull..." Quatre trailed but was inadvertently cut off by Heero.

"I need to get to her, Quatre. We shall proceed with the mission." The Perfect Soldier determinedly replied.

It was true. He had already noticed the warning signals from the mobile suit's diagnostics program but decided that they push through no matter what. He won't be stopped after coming this far. He won't allow it... He wanted to go back and see her so badly.

He desperately needed to be with Haruka.

'Damn you... Destiny.' Heero muttered between gritted teeth.

"Mach 45... Quatre, this is dangerous, we have to stop Heero." The former pilot of Heavyarms warned with his lone visible emerald eye glinting in concern.

"Heero's decided, Trowa, there's really nothing we can do now but support him."

"Buddy! You're going to crash and burn the Wing Gundam! We could do this, another day!" Duo pleaded through the commlink as he watched the Wing Gundam blazed furiously towards the third waypoint.

"There is no other day, Duo. Mission control, I am passing the third navpoint, I'll be releasing the coolants in a few seconds." Heero stubbornly stated upon approaching the designated coordinates.

He was running at a very steep rate. The Wing Gundam had already passed the third navpoint but the hull damage was getting more aggravated every passing second. The brown haired boy felt his chest was drumming wildly from within, cold sweat was now drenching his forehead and both of his palms were shaking as he continued to guide the mobile suit towards the flight plan.

"Your synchronicity rate is 5% above the threshold, Heero! Duo's right, you could burn the mobile suit even before entry to the time spatial hole!" Quatre worriedly cautioned seeing the drastic rise in heat levels to the Wing Gundam.

A high pressured stream of coolant was released from the vents of the mobile suit to cool down the rapidly increasing temperature focused on Ultracompact generator and around the nose tip of the Gundam. The action gave him some leeway as heat warnings dissipated shortly, it also fueled Heero's willpower while he resumed his frantic approach to the fourth waypoint.

"Mach 47, he's already committed, guys! We might as well give him all the help he needs! Heero initiate the Fold Generator!" The Winner heir stressed sparing a quick glance at Trowa who only shook his head in disagreement.

"Copy that, Fold Generator... initiated!" Heero decidedly confirmed.

Sparks of blue and black electricity lanced through the five mirror points of the Fold Generator as a massive energy spike was released.

The white behemoth made from Gundanium alloy was then bathed in lustrous bluish energy while streaks of black lightning lashed out from all directions.

"He's doing it! Heero's entering the Spatial Transit Hole!" Duo reported while partially covering his eyes despite the headgear's own UV protection.

'Come on Wing Gundam... don't give up on me... keep it steady...' The brown haired boy muttered as beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks.

Even with his mastery and phenomenal skills in piloting the Wing Gundam, Heero felt the counteractive forces pushing back at him as he strained his arms on bracing both throttle sticks of the mobile suit to ensure that he doesn't stray off the designated vector.

He saw the Spatial Transit Hole take shape a good distance from his approach before sparing a quick glance on his tertiary monitor to check his bearing and acceleration.

'One more notch... I should barely be able to make it... considering the circumstances...'

"49!" Quatre confirmed from his end which also served as the penultimate speed check before the Fold Generator activates itself.

Wing Gundam shuddered repeatedly with the cockpit being jolted simultaneously as both resistant and counter-repellant forces engaged each other in a dramatic clash of blinding energy while it streaked deliriously in high speeds. The Prussian blue eyed boy knew that in a matter of seconds the Fold Generator should be conjuring the Time Hole after he was pressed back even harder to the seat with the Gundam's imminent approach to the target velocity.

Sapphire colored waves collided incessantly with ebonized energy bursts as Heero drew closer to the final stretch.

The throttles were shaking violently.

The cockpit was being jolted perpetually.

The navigation systems were exasperatingly distorted.

The communication links were no longer accessible.

Fate...

Destiny...

Were in full force to stop him.

'I'm close to 50... just a little more...'

No sooner had the thought left his mind when a loud blare resounded within the cockpit.

His primary and starboard displays were filled in bright red as it flashed the warning sign repeatedly while providing a list of components and features that were in danger of operational failure.

WARNING:

Gundanium Hull Integrity - Compromised

Ultracompact Fusion Reactor - Failed/Danger/Manual Shutdown Override Required

Fold Generator Overdrive - Failed/Warning/Automatic Shutdown Sequence Initiated

Heat Sensor Levels - 15% Above Threshold

'Fate and Destiny... To hell with you both! Damn you all!'

There was nothing he can do, in an instant an explosion rocked Wing Gundam's port side followed by three successive secondary detonations from various parts of the mobile suit. Heero was thrown off his seat despite the safety belt, fortunately his headgear managed to absorb the brunt of impact after bashing the starboard screen to his right. Blood dribbled down his face, partially blotched his right eye, causing Heero discomfort as he strained to look at the main display. He felt his heart grew heavy upon seeing the extent of damage to the Wing Gundam. Barely a third of the entire Gundanium plating was strewed on the immediate space around him. The safeties employed for the Fold Generator kicked into action when the threat of a core meltdown was imminent from the rapidly overheating Fusion Reactor. This automatically terminated all operations involving the Fold Generator Overdrive which in turn drastically eased up the load being shouldered by the Ultracompact Fusion Reactor.

Heero was purged from his assessment after hearing the beeping sound from one of the primary system sensors. He saw the small red light above the Fusion Reactor switch flashing ceaselessly, indicating the need to manually turn off.

His hand was shaking as he exerted himself on flicking the switch. The physical pain was similar to that of a suspect beaten black and blue inside an interrogation cell.

'Why does it hurt more inside? I could take any physical damage and bear with it... even now... my body hurts from injuries... but the real pain... the one that is unbearable lies deep inside my chest.'

Wing Gundam drifted helplessly in outer space, surrounded by debris from various components blown off by the explosions.

Its primary and auxiliary communication lines had been severed which left the pilot all alone till one of his friends arrive to extract him.

Inside the cockpit, the brown haired boy glared with bold resistance at his reflection on the now empty main screen.

His bloodied eye saw the image of the same young man who desperately fought his demons and sought forgiveness for his past sins.

He had labored hard, weathered all difficulties by the sweat of his blood and even lost himself to despair and frustration.

But he was able to stand up. His deep desire to be the man that truly deserved her drove him onward. He had done all that was asked and... even more than what had been required.

Was it still not enough?

Was everything for naught?

Was he destined to fail?

Was he fated to bear all the crosses of yesterday?

Was he totally defeated?

Was it time to give up?

Throw in the towel... and admit failure?

Surrender.

"Noooooooooo!" Heero roared in anguish while his heart, mind, body and soul all cried with defiance and rebellion.

They were with him all the way, they will not leave him despite this setback and they would support him in every possible aspect.

Another minor explosion shook the Wing Gundam, this one by the left side of the cockpit. Shards from the port screen display and rubble from the ruined console flew inside the cockpit.

"Haruka!" The brown haired boy hollered as the pain that accompanied failure seared deeply into his soul while crushing his heart without any remorse.

Instinctively, his right hand moved to feel his left side, he felt the jagged outlines of three splintered crystalline shards lodged at his torso.

'My body... is full of scars... yet the one I placed inside her heart... would forever leave a mark. I... intend... to amend that.' He contemplated while blood coursed down from his wounds.

"Haruka!" He cried out once again, but this time was different... it contained a burning determination and the one precious emotion he held only for the raven haired beauty.

It was resounding... the magnitude from which he drew out the inspiration to call out her name was all borne from that one powerful feeling residing inside his heart.

If the brown haired boy was in a battlefield, the manner on how he blazoned out her name... would no doubt incite fear.

Dreadful enough... to cause goose bumps and raise the hairs from the skin of his enemies.

With his last ounce of strength, Heero made it clear, he would fight for the one person that mattered to him most.

The lovely young woman who was waiting for him at the other side of the Spatial Time Hole.

The one who believed in him.

The girl that he so dearly loves.

'I will not back down... I refuse... to give up.' The Perfect Soldier pondered before his cobalt blue orbs slowly closed themselves and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

4:45pm, 14th of February 2012 A.D. (GMT +8:00 Tokyo)

"Haruka... do we really have to do this?" Hibiki incredulously asked while carrying the large trash bin in front of her.

"Of course, what will I do with them? Collect them as mementos?" Haruka sweetly answered before smiling at the swim team captain.

"But... This is too much already, Haruka. Haven't you considered their feelings?" The soft spoken young woman inquired as she attempted to reason with her best friend.

"Hmmm... empathy, am I right, Hibiki? No one considered mine, even the only person that mattered to me most never considered my feelings... why should I consider others?" The raven haired beauty bluntly replied with a cold glare piercing out from her ashen grey irises.

"Haruka..."

Both of them were carrying two large trash bins filled with Valentine cards and love letters addressed to Haruka. The day had started crazy for the cornflower eyed young woman as most of the male population along with a few female admirers across all year levels had either left a Valentine card by her shoe locker or personally handed a love letter to her while on the way to school. Word had already spread out like a wild fire all over the campus that Haruka and the mysteriously handsome Second Year student Heero Yuy have broken up. Many see this as the long awaited opportunity to win the ever elusive heart of the very lovely Haruka Morishima. During lunch break the raven haired beauty was mobbed by many admirers asking for the chance to have her audience in private. Her response was swift, inconsiderate and downright sardonic.

-oxo-

"My response is no and please don't bother trying again, because the answer would stay the same. I won't be wasting your time or mine by giving out any false hope that will encourage you to make another attempt. So... spare us both from the hassle. Move on." Haruka answered in a gentle tone with an impassive smile hanging by the edges of her lips.

"You are cruel, Morishima-san." Some of the guys or girls would say to which she had a ready reply.

"Cruel? How could you say I'm cruel when I didn't even give you any false notion or empty promise? I don't have feelings for you and that's it. No bullshit. No crap. No sugarcoated words. Just plain old brutal honesty. Listen, I am saving you from the worst possible heartache, you'll thank me eventually after you realize where I'm coming from."

Her approach and replies to the other confessions... more or less run along the same lines.

Cold, calculating and vindictive.

That's what she has become.

That's where she was driven.

And that's how she intends to be.

It was Valentines Day, and in Japan, the holiday was usually observed with the girl giving out a very special chocolate to the boy she loves. It could be home-made or bought in a confectionary. The act of doing so was understood as a confession of love. However, on cases where the girl has no one special to give in particular, some would hand out what is commonly known as "giri-choco" or obligatory chocolate as consolation for the boys. Everywhere in Kibitou, young and old, men and women from all walks of life treat Valentines Day similar to special holidays like Christmas or New Year. This year's Valentines Day came to be known as the "Morishima Massacre" on the years to come for the total number of rejections Haruka mercilessly handed out that eventually set an all-time record.

'Even a thousand crushed hearts... will never be enough to appease mine.'

Ruriko Yuzuki from third year class A offered to help her and Hibiki carry the trash cans, yet she easily dissuaded the President of the Traditional Tea Ceremony club by brusquely saying what she intended to do with all the Valentine cards and love letters inside the garbage bins.

"Oh... there's no need, the contents of these letters are meaningless... light enough for me to carry and burn them all inside the incinerator."

"W-why would you b-burn them... Morishima… Haruka?"

"Well... what would I do with them? Create a thousand paper cranes and wish for something that would never happen? I could give you some letters to use as a guide for the person you like... but then that would be unfair to those that will be fed inside the furnace. So, I'll just burn them altogether."

-oxo-

Hibiki opted to keep quiet while Haruka spared a nonchalant glance at the atmosphere as they made their way towards the school furnace. The raven haired beauty surmised that the sun was already on its last throes and dusk shall take reign over the skies once again before the turn of the next hour. The winter season was still in full swing and if they were to complete the task at hand, both of them would need to double time. Despite the difficulty on moving on snow covered ground or shoveled yet slippery pathways, the two young women increased their pace as they took a left turn from the main campus building which led them past the cafeteria and some of the club rooms. The two young women then took a right turn after they cleared the gardens before directly going through the one place she wanted to avoid but necessary to cross in order to reach the incinerator. Haruka narrowed her eyes, turned her head slightly away from the spectacle and briskly walked past it without a care.

THUMP!

She was halfway across the area when her heart suddenly throbbed.

It pounded abnormally inside her chest... pulsated in a way that normally occurs when he was around her.

During times that the man she now wanted out of her thoughts... was with her.

THUMP!

During moments she was filled with joy and affection.

It shuddered and hammered within whenever they were together.

A gust of cool breeze suddenly swept past her... rekindling that old familiar feeling.

One she wanted to forget and at the same time get retribution.

The ashen grey eyed young lady stopped walking but still refused to look at the man made structure on her right before abruptly hearing a loud piercing cry that broke out of nowhere.

"Haruka!"

It was strong, defiant and powerful but also filled with passion, frustration and sorrow.

The raven haired beauty was very familiar with the owner of that voice.

She has never heard him in such a manner... or at the very least even raise his tone... he was always soft spoken, levelheaded and matured.

THUMP!

Cautiously, the raven haired beauty scanned their surroundings, turning her head repeatedly... back and forth... but there was nothing that seemed to be out of the ordinary.

They were the only persons within the vicinity.

And since it was winter season... there was hardly any sound produced by the environment.

'I... I am hearing... things...'

She was still baffled and in wonderment at the peculiarity of the situation when the Captain of Kibitou Senior High's swim team broke the silence.

"Haruka? Anything wrong?"

"D-did you hear that, Hibiki?"

"What do you mean? You just suddenly stopped from walking." Her best friend curiously inquired.

"Someone... shouted." The pretty campus idol tentatively said while fixing her gaze at snow covered structure found by the right side.

"Huh?" Hibiki asked but was now looking at her with worry.

"Never mind." Haruka softly uttered as her ashen gray irises continued staring at the school fountain.

'The spot where I first saw you... the place where we meet each other before going home... and also the space where I waited for you but you never returned...' She bitterly mused as both of her eyes hardened after being reminded of the location's significance.

Smoke steadily churned out from the incinerator's brick chimney by the time they arrived. There was another person, a young woman particularly, working with the school furnace. Whoever she was, the girl had already accomplished a lot, judging from the pair of empty trash bins lying next to her. Haruka readily assumed that the contents of the other girl's trash bin were similar to them, also limited to paper and materials which could be set ablaze without harming the atmosphere. Leaves were highly unlikely as the last time dried foliage were common was two months ago, during autumn.

The season he arrived...

'Like that time... we burned dried leaves and twigs here.' She contemplated before feeling her chest constrict, the raven haired beauty exhaled slowly to compose herself before greeting the person who was still very much occupied with working at the furnace.

"Hope we're not disturbing you there. We also have some things here that need to be burned." Haruka kindly opened as the girl turned to face them.

"Oh... no worries, I'm already finished and with the fire still burning I could even help you." The young woman with short wavy hair mentioned while dusting her hands then crooking her head to their direction.

Both of them where speechless the moment they recognized each other.

"M-Morishima sempai!" The other girl spoke in bewilderment being the first to get over the initial shock.

"Well now, how have you been doing..." Haruka lightly hailed pausing for a while before saying the other person's name.

"Tanamachi Kaoru?"

The girl stood up then bowed respectfully at her. She did not know if this meeting was decided by fate or coincidence. As right now... as of this very moment, she was face to face with the woman who bravely challenged her for the affections of the young man they both fell in love with. It had been two or months already since they met in a similar fashion, the only main difference was the additional presence of her best friend, Hibiki. The last time they met or more accurately, Kaoru sought her was by the school fountain they passed by earlier with the wavy dark haired young woman acknowledging her defeat.

"I know you also feel something for him. So please... Take good care of him. If you're not serious with Heero... I will take him and do my best to care for him instead." Kaoru seriously warned as tears started falling from her dark orbs before bowing deeply at Haruka.

"Scheduled cleaning duty, Morishima sempai. The class knew I had nothing to do for the occasion so I got the assignment for today. How about you sempai?"

"I see... well, we just have a lot of trash that needs to be consumed by the fire." She sweetly replied.

"Tanamachi-san, is it ok to use the furnace?" Hibiki nicely asked as she stepped forward beside Haruka.

"Oh my apologies, yes please, Tsukahara sempai." Kaoru responded now bowing at the swim team captain.

The normally feisty young woman stepped aside and watched as both of them went towards the furnace and began the process of burning the love letters and valentines cards that Haruka received for the occasion. Hibiki watched her as the raven haired beauty casually threw the contents of her garbage bin inside the incinerator. One of the notes however slipped off her grasp and landed near Kaoru. The obsidian eyed lady slowly picked up the small pink paper and as she did so easily recognized that it was a love note given to the school's idol.

"Morishima sempai..." Kaoru said as she called out her attention before handing over the paper.

"Oh, thanks, Tanamachi-san." Haruka gratefully replied before coolly throwing the note into the furnace.

"S-sempai... that..."

"Belongs to the fire, like everything else." She thoughtfully uttered after feeding another handful of letters inside the incinerator.

Kaoru took a glance at both garbage bins and was appalled upon recognizing that all of its contents were similar.

Valentines cards and love letters.

The fiery young woman threw a questioning glance at Haruka before shifting her gaze at Hibiki. The swim team captain was also observing her and sadly shook her head sideways after learning that the wavy haired Kaoru now understood on the situation.

"Sempai... w-why are you burning those letters?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why do you need to burn all these notes?"

"Because I don't have any use for them." The raven haired beauty gently said as she placed another bundle of letters inside the furnace.

"But... how about the feelings of those who gave them?"

"Tanamachi-san, I am doing them a big favor in doing this. I'm giving them a proper closure without leaving them any false hopes."

They remained silent for a while as Haruka continued the task of burning the love letters and Valentine cards. However, Kaoru could not contain herself any longer as the campus idol simply threw another batch of notes into the flames with that seemingly innocent smile hanging on her lips.

"What happened to you... Morishima-sempai? This... this is not the woman whom I lost Heero to!" The feisty junior strongly remarked while staring at Haruka with incredulity.

The campus idol swiftly stood up and closed in at Kaoru before slapping her furiously. It was so unexpected that the feisty tomboy of class 2-A was almost thrown off balance with her face being strewn the other way upon impact of Haruka's palm. The force had been evident as it left a stinging sensation and burning red mark on Kaoru's cheek.

"Haruka!" Hibiki yelled at the raven haired beauty before getting in between them and... shielding Kaoru from her.

"Don't you ever... ever mention that name in front of me again." She seethed at Kaoru yet her ashen grey irises barely changed their apertures.

"This is what you have become after he disappeared? You get even with everyone else despite the fact that they did not do anything wrong to you!" The obsidian eyed girl bluntly told her while challenging her in a match of stares.

"Tanamachi Kaoru... you are in no position to judge me for my actions. Why... you should be more thankful to me instead. I saved you from all the pain and sorrow brought by that person. Who knows... you could have been the one in my position right now." She calmly spoke at the other girl before smirking once again.

"No... You're wrong Morishima sempai! Yes, for sure, I will be miserable and heartbroken if the same thing happened to me! But I won't take out my depression by hurting others in the process, because it changes nothing! Heero still won't return!"

"Tanamachi Kaoru... I am fully aware of that fact. Right now, I am merely opening the eyes of those still blind or naive to the lies and deception that comes with such emotion. It's best to prepare them to the true concept of such feelings... because in the end you only get hurt, nothing more."

"I disagree with you Morishima sempai. Love in its purest and truest form is accepting everything unconditionally. Whether you are hurt and broken as a result, it is how you pick up yourself, stand up and move forward without having regrets. Not once did I regret losing Heero to you! Knowing you would love him more than I could possibly imagine! If I only knew you'd become like this... I..."

"You can only say that because you have yet to be in this position. No. You can't possibly even hope to understand or at the very least have an inkling on what to do or much less feel when you wake up one day and find out that the person you placed your entire trust on is no longer there." Haruka icily said as her hollow ashen grey irises bore deeply through Kaoru's obsidian orbs.

"Haruka, stop this already!" Hibiki interjected finally getting a chance to get in between them.

"You're one bitter woman, sempai. I intend to prove you wrong." Kaoru openly challenged while defiantly staring at Haruka.

"While you're one naive and foolish girl who believes in fairy tales. Go ahead, Tanamachi Kaoru... I'll wait for that time to come... which is highly unlikely as we both know that person will never return." The campus idol darkly replied before turning her back at them and resuming the charge of disposing the remaining love letters and valentines card contained by the second trash bin.

6:23pm, 17th of February, A.C. 198

The beeping of various monitoring equipment was the only sound that could be heard from the otherwise somber room. He sighed deeply before casually glancing at the picture encased in a crystal and fiber glass frame. It contained the portrait of him and the one woman he had always cherished. The woman... he had failed a lot of times.

'I've failed you yet again, Haruka.' Heero sadly pondered.

The last run ended in a complete disaster and a devastating setback. Based from Trowa's assessment, repairs to the Wing Gundam would take no less than two weeks and by the time it was finished, there was no more point in returning. The brown haired boy felt his chest tightened in frustration as he tightly gripped the side railings of the bed.

Why?

Why does he still have to suffer even after going through everything and reaching this point?

Why is hope still very elusive after the strides he accomplished in improving and readying himself to get that one chance on getting back to her?

'Just one chance... one last chance.'

He has been lying on this bed for the past three days since regaining consciousness after the mishap on the last Fold Generator run. And all this time he has been asking himself the same set of questions, over and over again. He defiantly refused to fold down and give up. He shall not falter. He would not waver, he would not bow down and he would never lose hope.

But the latest circumstances were trying him. Testing his patience, resolve and courage... to the utmost limits. He was being pushed back against a wall. The powers he was defying were intent on beating him into submission.

Heero was still in deep contemplation when the sliding door opened, revealing Duo, Trowa and Quatre standing at the entrance. The Gundam pilots quietly stepped inside the room and took their places around his bedside. He instantly noticed the excited look on Duo's face and the calm smile on Quatre's lips. While Trowa's lone visible eye peeking out from his long auburn bangs had a determined and knowing gaze fixed at him.

"It's unusual for all three of you to visit me at the same time. I'm assuming that this is a meeting then."

"It's actually a briefing, old buddy." Duo replied while smiling visibly at him.

"Briefing? What do you mean? Trowa, was... was the Wing Gundam fixed ahead of the estimated schedule?" Heero curiously inquired looking first at Duo before checking in with the part-time circus performer.

"Heero, it would be best if Quatre explain it to you." The former pilot of Heavyarms answered.

"Quatre?"

"Heero, we've discussed this among ourselves and we've all arrive to the same conclusion that the only option remaining is for you to pilot the Epyon." The blonde haired pilot shared while Duo nodded in agreement.

"The... Epyon?" He uttered disbelievingly.

"It's the only mobile suit capable of doing a fold jump back in time. Aside from the fact that it is the only mobile suit we have besides the Wing Gundam. In two days you'll be discharged from the med bay, please think about this seriously, old buddy." Duo reasoned out to which both Trowa and Quatre silently acceded.

"The Mark II Generator." Heero uttered after easing himself up from the bed and resting his back at the headboard with some help from Quatre.

"There have been no successful runs tallied yet for the Epyon and its Mark II Fold Generator. There are a lot of calculations and adjustments that needs to be accomplished if we are to utilize that mobile suit." He grimly added while seriously gazing at the other pilots.

"Frankly Heero, there's no other choice. The success rate is slim to none. There are no guarantees. But this is better than nothing. Time is running badly against you." Trowa brutally and honestly stated.

He grunted in acknowledgment.

"All of us are in this together, Heero. We're with you in any decision you make. But like Trowa has just mentioned, time is running out for Haruka." Quatre pointed out which he knew was the simple but inevitable truth.

"We'll work out everything till you get back in shape and from there finish all the needed requirements together upon your return." Trowa promptly proposed earning a nod of approval from both Quatre and Duo.

"We can't have all the furniture and the nice bed Quatre already purchased go into waste now, can we?" Duo jumped in while flashing his ever famous Cheshire smile.

'Even if there's only the smallest possibility of success, even if I'll be clinging on to that last thread of hope. I will grab whatever opportunity to get that chance... To be with you.'

"Let's do it." He firmly decided.

'Destiny... you might have won that round... but this fight is far from over. I might have gone down but don't count me out... not just yet.'

10:17pm, 19th of February, A.C. 198

It was night time already inside the colony. The evening scenery featured only a few specks of scattered lighting as most if not all of the inhabitants on L4 have turned in for the day. Heero walked slowly while reveling at the stillness and silence of the atmosphere common only during the evening. L4 after all was a very busy and thriving colony thanks to the support and funding from one of the biggest conglomerates across the whole Earth Sphere, the Winner Enterprises.

The Perfect Soldier had been on foot for the past hour yet it hardly bothered him while on the way towards his destination. The structure was already visible from his peripheral but still some distance away. As he moved onwards, his mind wandered back at the time he visited the shrine in Kibitou with Haruka. He had a fairly good understanding of the Divine, despite mankind's colonization in the outer space, the existence of another plane, the belief towards Divinity has not changed. From what he had seen and witnessed that evening, Haruka held a strong belief and conviction towards spiritual faith. She prayed solemnly and intently with her lovely eyes tightly shut and both hands clasp together in reverence to the Divine. Heero knew because he only asked that whatever it is that Haruka prayed for be granted, before opening his eyes and carefully observing the features of his girlfriend.

'She looked so pristine and happy that time.' Heero pondered while looking at the building that now stood in front of him.

Realizing that he had finally reached his destination, the Perfect Soldier paced towards the massive door but abruptly stopped upon remembering something. He sadly gazed at the building and halfheartedly studied its architecture. The structure towered high and stood abreast alongside the other skyscrapers within the Colony. The structural design had traces of Baroque Revival which was common during the late 19th century. It gave out a classic Edwardian feel to the building that made it unique among the futuristic designs prevalent inside the Colony.

'For a man who bore a lot of crosses, stained with the blood of both the innocent and blameworthy... not even counting all my other sins...'

"Would I be allowed inside?" He uttered to himself.

"No one is forbidden to enter here, young man. Please, come in." An elderly gentleman spoke in a crisp deep voice.

"Thank you." Heero shortly answered before nodding in appreciation to the older man.

The Perfect Soldier was led inside the building after the kind old man closed the massive door made from dark wood. He slowly followed the elderly gentleman as they made their way towards the dais, going past the rows of pews neatly aligned with each other.

Soon as they reached the podium, the older man turned to face him before smiling warmly at the brown haired boy.

"I am the minister of this church, Reverend Randall Malachi. How may we be of service, young man?"

"I would like to know, does He really exist?" Heero honestly inquired to the church minister.

"His existence is dependent on each person's belief. And as such, that belief is dependent to the strength of one's faith." The elder man kindly replied.

"If I... believe in him... put my faith in him... would he help me obtaining the one thing I desire?"

"Young man, to believe while expecting something in return isn't the most virtuous of qualities." Reverend Malachi gently responded but still smiled compassionately at him.

"Of course... my apologies, Reverend. It simply shows the kind of man I am. But... what if I just ask for a chance... without expecting anything in return, would He help me?" He expressed in regret before posing his next question on a very sincere manner.

"I believe He will. However, aside from placing your full trust in Him, you also have to do your part."

"Do my part?" Heero curiously repeated.

"Communicate with Him and do everything you can in facing the endeavor. No matter how difficult or impossible as it may be." The Church minister wisely supplied.

"Even if I am to defy powerful forces in accomplishing it?" The Perfect Soldier wondrously queried.

"Is it morally or ethically... wrong?" Reverend Malachi thoughtfully asked in return.

"No... no, Reverend Malachi." Heero replied while shaking his head sideways in a subtle manner.

"I see. Then if you don't mind me knowing, does it involve another person?"

"Yes. It entails another person. Someone who made a great impact in my life."

"Hmmm... That someone must be an amazing person to drive you in such a manner." The elderly man concluded with a pleasant smile.

He nodded in agreement before looking at the older man with remorse and replying, "Reverend Malachi... I only wish to be given just one chance to see this person and tell her... that I am really sorry for all the things I've done. That in spite of how much I wronged this person... and even if she doesn't find it in her heart to forgive me... I... I still just want her to know. That I... deeply regret my mistakes and I... I will understand whatever it is she would deign on me."

"I believe you shall succeed. Young man... your perspective is clear. Your sincerity, resolve and selflessness in approaching the matter show how much you have grown or changed since the matter between you and that person started." Reverend Malachi perceptively explained.

"But the task at hand... involves accomplishing a feat that is next... no, it is beyond impossible."

"Then pray for it, my young friend. Place your trust in Him and like I mentioned before, do everything that you can even if it means going beyond the boundaries or thresholds of your limits."

"Reverend Malachi, I am... really grateful." Heero earnestly answered to the older man.

"I shall be leaving you now. Contemplate and search deep inside your heart. There... you shall uncover the answers to your questions. As well as find the courage that you seek."

The kindhearted minister left him shortly after that.

Heero proceeded to take a seat on the front row pew and humbly glanced at the large cross found on the center of the altar.

'Haruka... believed in You solemnly, if You truly exist... then all that I ask... is that I be allowed just one last chance to see her. The road ahead of me is full of challenges and difficulties yet I will undertake all endeavors without falter. I wish Haruka... to be healed from all the pain that I've caused. That she will be happier... even more than before. I hope to see her smile once more... even if I may no longer be the reason of her joy.' The brown haired boy whispered under his breath, never realizing that both of his Prussian blue orbs were stirring, no doubt longing... for the raven haired woman that had affected his life in so many ways.

"Help me." Heero softly spoke as he gazed forlornly upon the middle of the dais.

"Please."

On that fateful evening he went inside the Church, Heero Yuy prayed solely for the sake of the one woman he has come to love.

Completely.

In all its entireness.

Haruka Morishima.

05:57am, 22nd of February, A.C. 198

Heero carefully clipped the portrait at the lower left panel of the main display before lightly touching the part where Haruka's face was featured. He smiled slightly as his cobalt blue orbs gently gazed at her image. The brown haired boy sorely missed her... the way she moves whenever they were together... the unparalleled smile painted on her lips reserved only for him... the lyrical tone of her laughter that always fill his senses each time she thought of something amusing about him... and lastly the ever consuming gaze she holds him hostage with her cornflower blue eyes during moments the lovely raven haired young woman professes the passionate love she has for him alone. He sighed as the reminiscence faded out before placing the glossy white helmet on top of his head. He then proceeded to fasten the locks of his safety belts, the sound of a soft click guaranteed that the pair of metallic meshes was now connected. Using both hands he firmly tugged at the cross strapping to make sure he was tightly secured. Satisfied, he moved on to the main feature of the mobile suit's cockpit located at his very forefront. There a spherical crystal display glowed and hummed in response after acknowledging the command he had entered on the small keyboard located at his right side.

EPYON System Online...

Combat Interface Online...

Pilot Identity... Verified

Initializing... Command Delta Charlie Theta...

Reading...

Displaying... Diagnostics...

Unit Model: OZ-13MS

Unit Name/Variant: Gundam Epyon-FG

Gundanium Hull Integrity - 100%

Primary Targeting System - Active

High Mobility Super Vernier Thrusters - 100%

Linear Suspension - 100%

EPYON System Program - Active

Pilot Synch Rate - 100%

Combat Interface - Active

Fold Generator Overdrive - 100%

Ultracompact Fusion Reactor Charge Level: 100%

Composite Internal Alloys - 100%

Self-Destruct System - N/A

High Response Sensors - Active

Secondary/Sub Weapon Systems - N/A

'Everything looks perfect.' The brown haired boy observed while entering another set of commands on the keyboard.

"EPYON... re-run diagnostics once again but on a narrower scale, focus on dissecting each component for potential or possible hazards." Heero ordered using the voice prompt to which the highly advanced operating system complied.

He had checked the coolant storage for any possible problems and was pleased after learning that both tanks are filled and no leaks were detected. He continued working with the keypad while periodically checking the main display should the EPYON System detect any abnormalities as it conducted a more in-depth diagnostics. He browsed through all the secondary and even tertiary systems and functions, checking each one critically to ensure that all was ready and in place. The Prussian blue eyed young man had been very thorough in what could even be described as compulsive with the way he carried on with this task. There was no room for error, no room for mistake and definitely no room for failure. Heero pressed on to the Fold Generator Mark II, the Perfect Soldier could not help but shake his head subtly upon recalling the tedious process he and Trowa undertook after making an evaluation and analysis of its earlier performance. The two of them required no less than two full days of recalculations, adjustments and diagramming as they took into consideration the higher output and greater acceleration inherent to the Epyon's more advanced Ultracompact Fusion Reactor. Plus, Quatre also had to recalibrate the Fold Generator Mark II's own output to match the new flight plan requirements based from Heero's original 23rd model with the modifications that also take into account the dreadful mobile suit's more powerful specifications.

In short, with better and higher specs he would only require a shorter distance to cover. However, it also leaves him a smaller window to accomplish all the necessary tasks to ensure that he not only recreate the Time Spatial Plane... but the Perfect Soldier also has to enter the correct worm hole.

The Perfect Soldier typed in another set of commands onto the keypad after confirmation that the Mark II Fold Generator along with the corresponding mirror points were calibrated precisely to the measurements and calculations required in proportion to his maiden run's 23rd model. The Epyon System responded by replacing the schematic of the Fold Generator with the skeletal framework of the mobile suit's third generation Ultracompact Fusion Reactor. Once again, he made a careful break down of all the major and minor components alongside the internal circuitry and auxiliary systems connected to the Fusion Reactor. Charge levels were more than satisfactory, primary and secondary distribution ducts show that energy propagation and distribution processes were working fine.

"I think... we're all set, Epyon." Heero concluded upon confirming that the third diagnostics check the highly advanced system conducted was spotless.

The EPYON System responded to him by illuminating all three major screens in a shade of bright yellow which enveloped the entire cockpit.

He grunted in acknowledgment and patched into the private frequency, "Command Center, this Oscar Zulu Wan Tree Mike Sierra... all checks are complete. Awaiting mark to proceed with mission designates."

"This is Command Center, bay doors are already open, once green signal is provided, you're clear to launch." Quatre answered soon as he appeared from his main screen.

"Winner, give me 5 minutes, I just need to talk to him for awhile before we do this." A gruff voice suddenly barged in.

"Go ahead, the comm is yours." The blonde haired pilot replied while smiling at the auxiliary screen where the person's image was displayed.

"No. I'll open a private channel with Yuy." He heard the speaker decided before a red light lit indicating a private transmission request on line four.

The Perfect Soldier sighed as he pressed the red lit button and the image of the person appeared on his main screen.

"What is it, Wufei?"

"Yuy, I just want you to know that... you're fortunate to be given such a chance. An opportunity to redeem yourself. I was never... accorded the same prospect during my time with Meiran. But whenever I look back at it and think of all the possibilities that could have happen... I am only left with regret as no matter what action I take, it would never bring her back. Don't let the opportune moment go to waste, Yuy... and good luck." The fiery pony tailed pilot shared before wishing him well.

"Thanks, Wufei."

"By the way Yuy... though I still feel cheated on our pair of duels, both of which you conceded... I'd really appreciate it if we avoid the third one for the time being and you return with your head rightfully in place and your judgment intact." Wufei admonished with both arms crossed above his chest.

"Of course... Wufei." Heero politely answered but smirked subtly at his fellow pilot.

His main screen turned into black as soon as Wufei cut off the transmission.

He was unprepared however at the image that appeared a few seconds after Wufei disappeared.

"Nah... He hates to admit it but Wu-man is definitely scared on facing you off while piloting the Epyon." Duo confidently said while grinning widely from his screen.

"You are shameless as always for listening on a private conversation, Maxwell. But that is to be expected from a low life scoundrel like you." Wufei interjected obviously displeased with the self-proclaimed god of death.

"Never knew you had a mushy side and a heart of gold in you, Wu-man. So our very serious, Mr. Fight-for-Justice has a soft spot for the ladies after all." Duo teased who was now smiling ear-to-ear.

"Maxwell... my patience is wearing in thin..."

"Ahh... nonsense! Once the mission is complete you can come over here and all three of us will give you a nice big hug while you share the... yeah, tenderness inside your heart."

"That does it! I'll kill you Maxwell! Once I get back, I'll wring your neck!"

"Come on guys... stop this please! We need to focus on Heero's launch instead!" Quatre spoke over the radio but was only ignored as Wufei and Duo engaged each other in a never ending bout of thoughtless bickering.

'You two have always been like this.' Heero thought in exasperation before a voice of reason cut through the racket between the two squabbling Gundam pilots.

"Duo... get back to your station and man the comm grids and transmission lines. Wufei, you could discuss your issues with him inside the gym later but right now make sure to send us real-time feeds once Heero gets inside camera range from your vantage point. Prepare to provide assistance in case of technical malfunction, resort to rescue procedures in case of massive failure... lastly, you are authorized to use suppressive or lethal countermeasures if deemed necessary should we determine that Heero has breached the ZERO Protocols. Both of you, are we clear?" Trowa said over the commlink in a restrained yet deadly serious manner.

The brown haired boy smiled subtly upon hearing the normally taciturn auburn haired young man. Wufei's participation on the current run was spurred by the fact that they had no other mobile suit available to provide assistance in case of an emergency situation similar to the last run or much worst... the unthinkable happens. Despite the bigger threat now posed by Heero inside the Epyon, the only safety net or... insurance they had was Wufei inside the Tallgeese III. Admittedly, Quatre also wanted Duo to act as another warranty in case Heero experiences another mental breakdown. However, Wing Gundam was still undergoing repairs inside the hangar and would be usable after a week at the earliest. If Heero waited for that time... there was no more point of returning, because by then it would already be March. And all of them knew that... it would be too late for Haruka.

They might have failed on the last run, but now all five Gundam Pilots have once again assembled for the sake of the one all of them recognized as the most vital part in ending the Eve Wars along with the Mariemaia incursion. The Perfect Soldier never asked for anything in return when they fought OZ, Romefeller, White Fang and the Mariemaia army. Yet all four of them feel that if they could do one thing to help their fellow pilot attain the only aspect which had always been elusive to him... then they would do everything... even go through as far as the ends of time to give him all the support he needs in his pursuit of defying fate and destiny.

"Crystal. Hey, I'm sorry... old buddy." Duo meekly replied.

"Affirmative. My apologies as well, Yuy." Wufei sighed after acknowledging his part on the argument.

"It's ok. Thank you, Trowa." Heero answered over the private frequency.

"Not a problem, Heero. Quatre, the mike is yours." The circus performer responded before nodding at Quatre and passing the comm line to him.

"Heero, this is Command Center. Wait for us to activate the signal lights as your queue to launch, since clearance has already been given earlier."

"Roger that, Command Center."

Both of his hands firmly held each throttle while waiting for the signal lights to turn green. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing while attuning himself with the EPYON System. Slowly and tentatively at first, he felt the highly advanced operating system reach out to him with its unique sentient. The machine's cold, hard and calculating logic was like a swarm of electric current as it touches every single synapse and nerve centers within his brain. Each strand or fiber of his nervous system seemed to have been set aglow as the EPYON System bonded and melded itself into his consciousness. Heero prepared himself for the final stage of synchronization as he expected the torrent of information to rush forth from the highly advanced system. The sensation was similar to the flood gates of a reservoir being opened and unleashing a deluge of excess water.

However... the Epyon responded in a rather... different manner.

["What is it that you desire?]

"Huh?"

["Tell me, Heero Yuy, my first and original pilot... the thing you truly desire?"]

"My... desire..."

["What lies deep inside your mind, your heart and your soul... that you desire most?"]

"My purpose, Epyon. My hope. The only one who can drive me through all of this."

["Mission Parameters require designate specifics."]

"Haruka... Morishima, Haruka."

["Mission Accepted."]

"Lend me your strength Epyon... help me... stand by me as I defy Fate and Destiny!" Heero uttered definitively as he opened both of his cobalt blue orbs.

It also coincided with the signal he had been waiting for. The array of lights was now green lit. Command Center... or rather, Quatre has given the queue for launch.

"Let's do this Epyon!" The Perfect Soldier determinedly said as he pushed both throttles to maximum.

The Twin headed dragon mobile armor configuration blazed out of the primary hangar leaving only a massive trail of azure on its wake.

The dreadful mobile suit has heeded the call of its original master.

Like a man possessed, whether it be due to mental or emotional unbalance, the Epyon viciously steamrolled towards the first of three designated waypoints with deadly precision and resolute intention. Heero guided the extremely powerful mobile suit with grim concentration as unlike the previous fold generator run which he had badly failed... today's campaign not only left everything without any room for error... but also exponentially raised the stakes at an all time high. There was no more tomorrow as everything was now thrown into the table, a single mistake or even a minor setback would result to utter defeat. The brown haired boy knew of the consequences involved and decided not only to risk the entireness of his sanity but give up all of his claims to happiness, joy, fulfillment, affections, hope and most of all... love.

"Defy the irony of life."

He has led a hard life. Never knowing who his true parents were. Only raised by an assassin and later on trained to be the quintessential soldier by a scientist under the orders of a madman. His beliefs and concept about living was killed in the process yet he held on tenaciously to the truth provided by that of acting upon his emotions. It might have been the only thing that kept him human back during the days of war. Yet right now, he adamantly refused to falter, he was driven onward by the call of that ever consuming emotion a young woman evoked inside his heart. He only knew the complexities of life, the darkness and greed that came along with it, the hunger for power and domination. His mandates were simple - get the job done by accomplishing the mission. That was expected from him... being the incarnate of war itself, the perfect embodiment of a ruthless, soulless and remorseless killing machine.

"Conquer your fear."

But she came into his life. A young woman that was full of life, vibrant in every aspect, simple minded and happy-go-lucky. It was an extreme understatement to say that she was absolutely beautiful, for she possesses most if not all the physical attributes a man desires from a woman. A pair of stunning eyes, a lovely face, an unparalleled smile, a curvaceous and gorgeous body and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Yet it was not her physical dimensions that drew him to her like that of a moth to a flame. True, he was attracted to her but the reason he became addicted to the young woman was due to her exceptional wit, her simplicity even though it was a sharp contrast to his own complexity, her uncanny dedication and her ability to shower him with unwavering affection. She never hesitated to give him her all. She did not even think twice on at least leaving a small part to keep her sanity. She just willingly and selflessly gave her everything to him. It might have been the cause of her own downfall as she still expected something even if not at the same level from him. But how could he blame her... for loving him completely?

"Ascend towards your fate."

They shared a lot of memories together... both good times and bad times. They became closer and closer to each other. Eventually they fell in love with one another and officially became a couple. Their relationship has its fair share of highs and lows. They could reminisce all of these moments with equal clarity and definition. Such was the intensity of their feelings for one another. They belong to each other... as he remembered she would fondly say. He belongs to her while she belongs to him. It was powerful... the sense of belongingness that she had been able to instill in him. Heero had always accepted that he will be alone for the rest of his life, yet with her... the Perfect Soldier found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was his home... and therefore... she was his hope. That lone blinding light in the otherwise dark, cold, unfeeling void he calls his existence. She became his purpose... and thereby became his everything. However, the greatness of his feelings for her was marred by the vastness of his own insecurities... his fears... which resulted to his own downfall.

"Claim your destiny."

His decline or fall from grace was steep and rapid. Unable to handle the increasing guilt and torment brought by the actions of his past... he fled and left her shattered. He fell into the deepest and darkest abyss of despair and hopelessness. The brown haired boy thought that he could simply be content of remembering her and their memories as the sole bright spot if his whole life was taken into account. Yet the longer he was away from her... the more he felt the burden of abandoning the happiness promised by the love of that raven haired young woman. He had lost his home... his shelter... and the sense of belonging. He gave up on her... on his hope... on the most important person in his life. Heero had resigned himself to a miserable and despondent life in atonement for all of his past sins along with the worst blunder he had ever made. But the gears of fate would soon turn again, prompting him to take action... seek redemption... acceptance and move on from his past. He not only fought but also conquered his past demons. His patience and perseverance was severely tested... even to the fullest extent. Fate and Destiny together conspired in denying him what he deeply believes was rightfully his. He may have lost the initial battle but the Prussian blue eyed boy vehemently refused to surrender and lose the war he had waged. Heero prayed solemnly... he asked guidance and understanding... he knew that not only would he need to bring out the full extent of his capabilities... but getting the help from everyone, his friends, the EPYON System and even from the Divine was necessary to level the field with the powerful forces he now boldly defies.

"Fulfill the premise of eternity."

Heero steadied and had both throttle sticks in firm grip as the Epyon breezed through the first waypoint while hitting the Mach 40 mark. The mobile suit's magnificent frame, superior handling, better air flow and higher acceleration specs enabled him to maneuver with relative ease despite the occasional jolts brought on by the machine's sharply rising speed. His cobalt blue irises darted instinctively at the speed readings and pressure gauge before returning its focus back on the spherical display. He could feel the periodic jarring from the cockpit as the Epyon ferociously swept its way onwards the next navpoint. The Perfect Soldier likened the experience to that of steering a fire breathing dragon based from the myths of old. The dark crimson Gundam Epyon was traversing speeds and covering distance at an unimaginable rate which made the counter pressure flow seem like a long shrilling cry.

"This Command Center, Heero has already passed the first way point. New model versus actual flight plan has a synchronization rate of 97%, everything looks good and steady." Quatre reported through the private frequency.

"This is Oscar Zulu Wan Three Mike Sierra... proceeding to the second navpoint. Affirmative on the stats, I'll try to increase the synch rate over the course of the next two way points." He earnestly responded while beads of sweat began to pour down the sides of his temple.

"Heero, old buddy, you are made for this... hell, this is no different from another losing battle which you have been bred for. Come on! Hit 45 in the next 30 secs! You can do this! We're with you all the way!" Duo strongly urged over the radio while relaying full confidence in him.

"Mission parameters accepted. And... thanks, Duo." Heero replied pausing slightly and recognizing the show of support from the braided haired pilot.

The Perfect Soldier grunted deeply before lancing the fearsome mobile suit towards his next target velocity. Its third generation high performance boosters discharged a gigantic cloud of sapphire as he maneuvered the behemoth made from Gundanium closer to the second checkpoint. He felt his back being nailed to the seat rest with the sharp rise in acceleration. Yet he shall not falter, not in this day, not this moment. No... Nothing could ever hope to stand on his way as he madly strove to satisfy the next set of requirements laid out before him. It was with this kind of mind set and his unfaltering concentration that he had been able to push the Epyon in a feverish and frantic approach onwards the succeeding vector coordinates. Heero's perseverance was rewarded well as he piloted the crimson mobile suit with sheer precision that resulted to crisp maneuvers and refined motility.

"This is Mission Control, Heero has cleared the second way point. New model versus actual flight plan synch rate has improved to 98%, all systems are stable and all gauges are normal." Trowa enumerated from the comm link before nodding with approval at Quatre.

"Observer unit, Oscar Zulu Zero Zero Mike Sierra Two Bravo, Heero will be there in 55 seconds. Prepare to provide assistance if deemed necessary and transmit visual feed when he enters maximum range." The blonde haired boy ordered while keenly looking at his personal display.

"This is Oscar Zulu Zero Zero Mike Sierra Two Bravo, affirmative on that, I'll be expecting Yuy in... 50secs." Wufei stated shortly from his end.

Heero zealously checked his bearing and grunted in approval as the Epyon pounded its way onwards the third and final navigational point. He felt the adrenalin rushing profusely inside his head, pumping endorphins at a vastly agitated rate. Everything for him felt fast paced similar to hyperdrive mode in the sci-fi movies that Duo favored yet also seemed to slow in motion whenever the Perfect Soldier fixedly places his attention on a particular detail. He experienced another series of bumps, but the recent ones were stronger and more frequent compared to previous. He threw an expectant glance at one of the displays and was not in the least bit surprise upon seeing the mobile suit hit Mach 47.

"Epyon… show me the true definition of speed and power!" He said with conviction as the twin headed dragon configuration made a furious dash to his target destination.

The machine heeded his call once again… leaving a scorching trail of sapphire on the path of its wake. Advancing in a fiery vein and rampaging audaciously without any concern but meet its intended mark. Heero's smoldering cobalt blue irises glared in a cold and calculating concentration while incessantly pushing the limits of his powerful mobile suit. He could feel the thumping of his heart in a tremendous pace. He was dead set on accomplishing his mission mandates – especially now that the stakes have been raised at an all time high.

"Mach 48!" Duo cried over the radio, notifying everyone he was just 2 notches before entry.

He smirked subtly, curling the edge of his lips before speaking.

"Duo, I know the name of the woman in your sketches." The brown haired boy calmly stated.

"Wha? Hey! What do you mean by that Heero?!" The braided pilot blurted in surprise.

He cut off the transmission and resumed his fate and destiny defying drive towards the final waypoint.

'Just a little more, Epyon.' Heero pondered as drips of sweat trickled down his cheeks.

The dark crimson mobile suit shrieked and barreled onwards in full confidence. It was ironic… the very same mobile suit piloted by his archrival which he defeated to end the Eve Wars was in absolute obedience to his every whim and now had become the driving force helping him on his conquest. On his end, he was approaching the intended vector with precision never before exhibited even during the course of the last war. The tremendous amount of g-force he had to contend with was daunting even with the rigorous training he underwent that resulted at his transformation into a paragon of war. As such, his back was firmly planted on the seat rest while his arms were visibly strained from maintaining the throttle sticks to the desired direction.

Heero readily tapped the button designated for the coolant tanks and soon the Epyon's air vents began releasing the unique inert gas utilized for the highly advanced Ultracompact Fusion Reactor. The sudden permutation in temperature resulted to a misty effect that partially splotched over some of the external cameras of the mobile suit.

The end product was a slight blurring of his primary display… similar to frost covered glass… causing him to remember….

"It's the first time I've ever wanted to keep someone for myself. You're the first person I've fallen in love with!" She truthfully told him while sobbing unabatedly to release the torrent of affections borne out of deep emotions running inside her heart.

The time of year… when he left Kibitou… The white spectacle that covered almost everything…

"Ohh... Now you truly have to take full responsibility of me along with everything that... we did." She mischievously stated while blushing furiously from embarrassment upon reminiscence of their actions that lasted till the last few hours before the crack of dawn.

The fog of cool air… The falling snowflakes…

"But then, I would also be reminded on how you confirmed your feelings for me on Christmas Eve. That gentle grunt and slight nod..." Haruka explained while looking down at him after they fell on the white covered ground. "That is one of the things I will always remember and like about you."

Nothing but white… Nothing but snow…

"I am so much in love with you, the moment I learned of the tragedy... I want to see you, I have to be at your side, I need to be sure you are safe. I thought I lost you, Heero. I was really worried. You are so precious to me. Losing you to an accident or to another woman... I could never take that." She spoke tenderly with her tear soaked eyes gazing intently at him after they resolved the misunderstanding caused by the unintentional kiss he shared with Chizuru.

The season they fell in love.

"Zutto... Suki da yo... Heero..." She tenderly whispered into his ear as she felt the Gundam Pilot take her lovingly into his arms.

Winter.

"You belong to me and I belong to you. What is mine is yours and what is yours is mine." She unconditionally and lovingly told him after swapping the fortune cards given to them at the Temple.

He might have faltered before… but he shall not stand down.

He vehemently refused to give up.

"Mach 49!"He heard Quatre alertly reported... bringing him back to the current... out of the dream-like state caused by the sudden rush of his memories.

"I'll initiate the Fold Generator Mark II on Mach 50." The Perfect Soldier announced from his end upon noting that he was now past Mach 49.

His starboard screen lit up, bordered and divided into four smaller ones, displaying all of his fellow Gundam pilots.

"Come on Yuy! I'd expect nothing less from you if it comes to doing everything for your woman!" Wufei barked over the radio.

"Hey, old buddy! No fair! What's her name?!" Duo hollered out, clearly frustrated from his earlier partial revelation.

"Good luck, Heero." Trowa said in his usual concise manner yet the confidence emanating from him was obvious through the part-time circus performer's lone visible emerald eye.

"We'll be waiting for your return. Have a safe trip!" Quatre good-heartedly stated while smiling back at him.

"Understood. Mission acknowledged." Heero replied before grunting both in recognition and appreciation on all four fellow pilots and returning his attention back to the task at hand.

Black and bluish energy lanced through the Epyon as the mobile suit steamrolled its way towards the most decisive stage of approach. The dark crimson behemoth made from Gundanium fearlessly ravaged its course with unholy accuracy as Heero unleashed the full potential of his extremely impressive piloting skills like that of a highly desperate and dangerous man. The jolts and shuddering had become even more frequent and more violent. Despite the Epyon's imposing frame – the forces it was opposing with were vastly superior as Heero was being rocked continually inside the cockpit.

His muscles… despite the rigid training and far-reaching experience gained during the wars he fought were being tried and tested to the fullest. Yet with a resolve that compelled him like none before… he pushed onwards. Steeled with the burning desire to return and take a shot… take a chance on reclaiming what he has so treasured yet abandoned in a moment of despair and a great fear of the truth.

Mach 50.

A shower of cosmic forces rained against the Epyon as it speared through the rapidly changing void as the mobile suit began threading the boundaries of time and space. It was a confirmation that the Fold Generator had successfully created the gateway inside the Time-Spatial Transit. He furrowed both brows closely as the powerful waves inside began buffeting the Epyon on all angles. The clash of obsidian and sapphire forces versus the lone blinding luminescence that covered the fearsome mobile suit was astounding. He strained his gaze between the globular crystal display of the EPYON System and his main screen to check his heading while ascertaining that he was not straying off in real-time navigation.

The Perfect Soldier was busy with maintaining the current course when he received a notification from his long range radar that a massive energy distortion had taken shape. Gritty and certain that it was the entry point he had been looking for the brown haired boy directed the Epyon in a bee-line towards it.

'Please… please be the right one.' He whispered with anticipation as the Epyon continued its frantic approach.

Soon as he was mid-way onwards the coordinates that displayed a massive energy spike, the EPYON System worked in conjunction with the Mark II Fold Generator to make him remember…

That familiar feeling…

The rush of images penetrated his mind in a frenzied pace… as it drew a corresponding fragment at the deepest annals of his memoirs.

The young woman he saw sitting beside the fountain.

The pretty girl that fell asleep inside the library.

The beautiful lady he watched dancing amidst a shower of dried leaves.

He knows her.

The raven haired beauty that walked beside him during the rain.

The attractive young woman he carried on his arms towards the clinic.

The sky blue eyed girl who clung tightly at him while riding that big red motorcycle.

He feels her.

The kind sempai who cried a river of tears while holding him closely and tightly that stopped his berserk.

The lovely young lady he danced with inside the Eurasia ballroom.

The woman who confessed her feelings and gave everything to him… that one special Christmas evening.

He misses her.

The cornflower eyed girl that threw snowballs at him inside the View Deck Park.

The kimono clad campus idol that emanated an angelic aura while catching gold fish at the Temple festival.

The only woman that made such a great effect in his life that the last time he saw her… she was crying her heart out of pain and sorrow after learning he had abandoned her.

He loves her.

Inside the storm of ravaging memories and flurry of heartrending reminiscence… all feature the image of that one young woman. The most important person in Heero Yuy's life.

The Epyon unleashed a fearsome and shrilling cry as it frantically entered the warp hole spurred forward by his relentless determination and the love he held so dearly that would challenge even that of… forever.

Infinity.

Eternity.

Haruka.

Author's Notes:

This is the longest among all chapters released. While considering the fact that this chapter doesn't utilize blocks of previous scenes as memory reference for the times spent together by Heero and Haruka. Well, due to the length (27k+ words less Author's Notes) it took me almost three months while taking into account my normal rate of completion. Hope both the ladies and the guys like this update as it was filled with action, adventure, drama and of course, romance.

Heart, Mind and Soul – well, this chapter reveals the truth behind Heero's dreams. The young girl and her little dog (Soul) and Haruka (Heart). The Perfect Soldier was only shown on the last part as his Mind had been the most prevalent aspect during the time he left Haruka.

Book Cover – Hope you like HWs cover, it's really a depiction of Heero in berserker rampage and Haruka during moments of despair. A good example of this is the EPYON system induced madness reflected on his eye along with the main backdrop picture showing Heero's pitch black orb.

A response to the guest review sent last HW15.

krischa – Personally I think that song is really good, my wife likes listening to it. Well, all of us have our own way of associating songs to movies or novels or stories that we like. I'm glad you were able to envision the story with such a romantic song. Honestly though, I'm listening to a wide variety whenever I'm writing the story which mostly includes alternative rock, grunge, classical love songs and instrumentals.

Acknowledgments – My sincerest thanks to all the avid reviewers and loyal readers of Haruka's Wings. Your responses are highly appreciated. I'm grateful for the support and interest the story has generated since its very humble beginnings. Hope to hear your thoughts on HW16 and see you on the next chapter!

Again thanks so much!

4:12pm, 23rd of February 2012 A.D. (GMT +8:00 Tokyo)

Classes were over for the day, a good testament to this was the stream of students rushing out of the campus gates. This was expected from the school's population whenever the dismissal bell was sounded at exactly 4:00pm daily. The young men and women from all year levels in Kibitou Senior High would flock through the school exit signaling another day's conclusion. It was more evident especially this time of the year, at the height of winter when after school clubs, both academic and athletic have no choice but suspend meetings or practice due to the weather. The bustle of students range from those that go home directly to those that will spend a few more hours outside. Some would go to the commercial district and do groceries. Some would expend their time playing games at the arcade center. And some would walk by the row of shops along the strip mall and window shop.

Among the sea of students exiting the campus where two young women from class 3-B. One was the foxy eyed and serious captain of the school's swim team while the other was the raven haired girl everyone considered as the campus idol in all of her three years at senior high. Normally they could be seen engaged in light and friendly banter but with the recent circumstances that abound the latter, their conversations had been tepid and formal for the past couple of weeks.

Snow lightly fell across the sunless skies. Ice crystals seemed to linger in the air before landing on the ground. The snowflakes filled the scenery as it dropped ever so slowly and gently above the face of cleared pathways. The climate was cool to the touch of bare skin but the panorama brought by the falling snow crystals was something to behold for the naked eye. A few students seemed to appreciate this as they walked and revel in wonderment while looking upwards the atmosphere.

Haruka apathetically gazed at the skies as the snow continued to drift downwards. Her ashen gray irises held a disenchanted look while her lips were pursed firmly into a small straight line. The weather… was a dire reminder to the memoirs she now but all wanted to discard and wipe out from her mind. This season… she loathed every bit of reminiscence it brought inside her heart.

She and Hibiki treaded the snow cleared walkways without giving a care to the other students who were still marveling at the gently falling ice flakes. The raven haired young woman exhaled, releasing a mist of warm air as she placed both of her hands inside the pockets of her white winter coat.

They were halfway down from the small hill where the school was situated when a sudden gust of wind blew past her. Despite the protection of her snow coat, she was not spared from the strange sensation brought by the cool breeze. It brought a tingling feeling inside her heart. It was difficult to explain… but the effect was opposite. Somewhere deep within her… a cinder appeared to have been lighted. It was reminiscent to the feeling when he was there. While her mind… was gradually being led on by that resounding intuition whenever he was around.

She removed her right hand out of a pocket and clenched the area near the collars of her coat. Both of them turned the corner and again that cool gentle breeze brushed past her. Haruka's curly tipped raven hair was strewn forward causing the young woman to use her left hand to shield her eyes.

'There it is again… this… feeling…' She contemplated with the back of her palm protecting both of her ashen grey eyes after they halted from walking.

Soon as the gale had cleared, Haruka lowered the palm that screened her eyes. Both of her orbs landed on the large object that had just arrived and now stood ahead of their path.

It was a big red motorcycle.

She shifted her gaze to its rider as he dismounted his vehicle.

The person wore a mocha brown trench coat above a pair of black pants and black hiking shoes.

The rider was obviously male. He was slender built and taller than her by at least three inches. His green collared t-shirt showed the outlines of lean muscles from his lithe frame.

The person removed and gently settled his red helmet on the handlebar of his motorcycle.

This revealed the mass of chocolate brown hair with long bangs and that ever piercing pair of cobalt blue irises.

She heard Hibiki gasped in surprise from behind her as there could be no mistaken.

He now stood no further than twenty five feet away from her.

The young man who suddenly vanished from her life has now reappeared.

The person who broke her heart was here… looking at her… deeply… with his Prussian blue eyes.

The snow fell slowly around them… as they stood face to face.

Heero Yuy.

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