Disclaimer: If I owned GundamW, Episode 0 wouldn't be what it is. bah ( this means that he's thinking to himself, seeing as how the damn thing won't keep it in italics.

Trowa's Forgotten Memories

-- Prologue --

After Colony 196, Colony L3- G00411

Trowa is helping sell balloons with the rest of the clowns at his circus. Tonight seems to be a full house, judging by the number of people walking on to the circus grounds. One of the other clowns looks at his watch. "Its almost time for the show to start, you should go inside Trowa, I'll finish here." Trowa nods and hands the balloons over to the other clowns. As he walks to the main tent he notices a little red haired girl with a stuffed animal in her arms looking around nervously. She seems to be lost, he thought to himself. He walks over to here and smiles.

"Are you lost little girl?" he asked as he kneeled down. The little girl looked up at him nodding and wiping away her tears. Trowa picked her up and took her to the main office.

After the show Trowa is out again at the front entrance selling balloons by himself, when he hears a voice form behind him. "That's him mommy". He turns around and sees the little red haired girl in a woman's arms, pointing at him. The woman walks up to him with a warm smile on her face.

"Thank you so very much for finding my daughter," she said, "People aren't very trust worthy now a days, I was worried that some one might have token her."

Trowa returns the smile. "You're welcomed" he said in his monotone voice.

The woman stares at Trowa for a while, studying his face. "You seem very familiar to me... I think I know you".

Trowa looked at the woman with a confused expression on his face. "I'm sorry Miss" he began, "I think you might be confusing me with someone else, I don't know you at all."

The woman continued to study Trowa, after a while of staring at his eyes she gasps. "It's you... it really is you Tai!" Trowa stepped back not knowing what to say or do. "Don't you remember me?" the woman continued, "I remember you. Your eyes haven't changed one bit."

The woman put down her daughter and pulled a case out of the little girl's backpack. She opened the case to reveal a flute. She quickly assembled the flute and began to play a low, calm sounding piece of music. Trowa's eyes widen. That's the melody that he has so often played on his flute, the melody that no one else knows. The only thing that his amnesia had not taken from him...

Author's Note: Ya, well, no one asked me to post this one up, but seeing as how all my computers and diskettes have a tendency to brake down and erase everything I have on them, I thought it a good idea to have this posted up somewhere that hopefully will never get erased. Anyways, I hope you all like this fic. And yes, there is another 2 chapters that follow this one (hence this is the prologue!). Enjoy the read.
- Eeni (aka: WhiteRabbit)