Wings of A Lost Moon by CometPrincess and Tide

Disclaimer: insert funky song here We don´t own anything. If we did, we wouldn´t be writing this. Suing us will get you no money. Save yourself the time and trouble.

CP´s AN: Ta da! This has to be the fastest chapter I´ve written in awhile. Changes are starting to take place. Just read to the end of the chapter. This, along with the new chapter to Silent Waltz is my Christmas present to you all. Thanks for being supportive of my work. Happy Holidays!

Kae: Half planned out, half making it up as we go. We got some parts where we don´t know what to do, and some other where we have fifty different ideas that don´t mix. sweatdrops And if I pair Heero with Relena, I´ll give you my address and you can come beat me over the head. Please do it if I pair them up.

Angelight88: Kind of, but I´m going to try and make it as different as possible without altering the events themselves.

Special thanks to the GW Archive for their scripts. Like I said, we really don´t remember every line they say. Really, we don´t. Also to SilverRay-chan for pre-reading!

Enjoy! This chapter is my (CP´s) work.

Episode 2 – The meeting with Death

Heero walked into the fencing hall of the school the next day, slightly peeved. He had not been able to find a good time to leave the dorms the night before without attracting attention. And that meant that he had been unable to sneak out and search for Wing Gundam´s missing buster rifle, which he was still berating himself for dropping into the ocean.

In addition, because of the time difference between his current position on Earth and the L1 colony cluster, he hadn´t been able to contact Dr. J and Usagi either. At least not at a reasonable time.

This all added up to a bit of frustration for the 01 pilot. So, it was probably not his fencing partner´s best day, especially when the guys started ranting about Heero´s actions yesterday as they faced off with their fencing swords.

"I heard about you," the guy said. "Tearing up Relena´s invitation right in front of her eyes? That was very cruel of you, and as Relena´s friend, I disapprove of what you did."

Heero said nothing, merely guarded with his foil as the other boy charged forward. The match was really no challenge, given his training. After two more attempted strikes from the boy, Heero got bored. In one swift movement, he bent down and thrust the foil towards the boy, disarming him and jabbing the fencing sword into and through his helmet.

He looked at the boy through emotionless eyes. The boy stared back, fright showing in his eyes. The room was silent. No one dared to speak.

Finally, Heero let go of the foil, and his fencing partner fell backwards onto his butt, the practice weapon still in the helmet, close to his face.

"Then next time, tell me ahead of time so I can deny your invitation instead," Heero stated dryly as he turned and walked out of the room.

Near a naval base, the commander was looking at the results for the search of the missing Gundam. So far, they have had no luck, and he was frustrated. A mobile suit was large, but they still haven´t found any trace of it. Where could it be?

Suddenly, there was a beeping from the main control panel, catching his attention.

"Commander," one soldier called out. "Lieutenant Zechs would like to speak with you."

"What does Treize´s boy want?" the commander snapped, just as the vid-com showed a picture of the Lightning Count sitting in the centre of his own ship. The blond hair man raised an elegant eyebrow at the commander´s outburst.

"Good day, commander," Zechs greeted, ignoring the comment he overheard. "Having trouble?"

"None of your business!" the commander replied harshly.

"I see," Zechs stated. "To be honest with you, our undersea carrier is having a bit of engine trouble."

"I told them that it was a waste of money to build that piece of crap," the commander muttered under his breath, but Zechs caught it over the vid-com anyway.

"As a favour," the Lightning Count began, once again pretending the commander of the naval base said nothing at all, "could we repair our ship at your base? In return, you may use our one of a kind undersea mobile suits, the Cancer and the Pisces."

This time, it was the commander´s turn to raise an eyebrow. "You´re bribing me to not tell headquarters about your engine trouble?" he stated rather than asked.

"Do we have a deal?" Zechs replied calmly.

The commander nodded. "We have a deal. Come on abroad."

The link between the two ships was cut off and Zechs signaled the drivers of the undersea carrier to head towards the base.

"Lieutenant Zechs," one soldier spoke up, "what engine trouble are you talking about?"

"All it takes is a humble offer to get him to cooperate with us," Zechs explained. "We´ll take the treasure with us."

Usagi blinked at her surroundings, and sighed when she realized she was most likely in another vision. She looked around, and found herself standing in the middle of a war-torn field. She swallowed visibly as she looked around. There weren´t anything, except smoke and blackened ground. Suddenly, a gleam of green caught her eye, and she started walking in that direction.

As she approached, she realized that the green couldn´t have been plants. It wasn´t grass, or leaves, or anything of the sort. It was. . . the cockpit of Wing Gundam.

Usagi blinked again. Why was she being shown a vision of Wing? Was something going to happen to Heero? She noticed that the buster rifle was missing from Wing, and felt a cold fear surround her. Water gushed by her, but she didn´t get wet. A blurry picture of a building appeared in the reflection of the water. It looked like a base of some sort. Just then, a feeling of warmth dissipated the fear, like a blanket on a chilly winter night. She looked around, and gasped when four more mobile suits came into view.

The first was almost all black. The second was mostly red, which bits of white. The third was white, gray, and black, holding a shield of some sort. The last was coloured very similarly to Wing. It had, what Usagi could make out, a large stick strapped to its back, and claws.

As soon as she made all of that out, the vision started to blur. It was as though a fog had appeared, and Usagi could not longer see the five mobile suits.

When she woke up in her bed and staring at the familiar whiteness of the ceiling in her room, she was only left with one thought.

Were those Gundams too?

Heero quickly left the horseback riding ring on the horse he was assigned and rode around the school building. This was the perfect time. His class was near the dorms, and no one would even notice he was missing. There were too many people in the class.

He dropped the horse off near a tree, quickly tying the reins to a branch. Swiftly, he climbed up the tall tree and hopped into the building through a window. He smirked internally as he turned on his laptop and hacked into the school mainframe.

Crappy security, he thought as he easily cracked all the passwords and brought up his records.

"Heero Yuy – tuition fees, cleared. Boarding expenses, cleared. Admission fees, cleared," he named off to himself in monotone. "Parents´ financial background, fine." He felt a cold fist clench his heart as he said that. Parents? What parents? His parents didn´t care where he was, who he was, what he was doing. Unconsciously, his hands clenched into a fist as he stared off into nothingness. He probably would have drawn blood from his own palm had his laptop not beeped at the moment. He closed off the school records and opened the message. It was a direct transmission.

"Hey Heero!" came the cheery voice of his only companion in life as her bright smile shone across the distance between the two pieces of technology.

"Good morning, Usagi," he replied, giving her a nod. She was unusually happy for this early in the morning, at least where she was, it was rather early in the morning.

"How´s everything coming along?" she asked, lowering her voice slightly.

"Fine," he replied curtly.

Usagi giggled softly. "You know you can´t lie to me," she chided him. "Want to know where the buster rifle is?" She grinned impishly.

Heero stared at her through the screen of his computer. "Vision?" he asked, only slightly surprised that she knew he was looking for the missing weapon.

She nodded thoughtfully. "It´ll be okay," she reassured him. "You´ll get it back."

"OZ is looking for it," Heero pointed out.

Usagi nodded. "But you´re not alone," she answered softly.

Heero frowned. "What do you mean?"

Usagi smiled. "You´ll find out soon," she replied. "Some things are better left untold, at least for now."

He was suddenly irritated. What did she mean, he wasn´t alone. He was always alone. He had to depend on himself for everything. Even Dr. J expected him to be independent, to do everything on his own. The only person who seemed to think he actually needed people around him was. . . .

Heero snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the clinking of claws from his computer. He looked back at the screen to find the old doctor studying him. He automatically went into soldier mode.

"Heero," Dr. J began, "I hope you´re doing well on Earth. Usagi tells me you are."

The pilot glanced at the back of the screen, where Usagi was shaking her head. It was obvious that she had said nothing about him dropping the buster rifle into the ocean. Heero nodded at the doctor, and the old man smiled sadistically as he continued, giving the 01 pilot his first mission on Earth.

Zechs watched the search for the Gundam take place through the vid-coms in his underwater vessel. So far, they had come up with nothing, and he was beginning to see the commander´s source of frustration, though he was not showing it externally.

As though the metal detectors on the vessel felt his frustration, they started to beep.

"Lieutenant Zechs, we have found metal responding at about 180 000 feet below us," reported one soldier.

Zechs nodded. "Alright then, launch the Cancer and the Pisces," he ordered.

No sooner was the command followed, a beeping came through on the main control panel.

"We have spotted Marine mobile suits behind us," the driver of the vessel said.

Zechs was about to swear at the absent commander of the naval base when he heard explosions behind him. "What´s that?" he questioned.

"The Marine mobile suits are being blown up," one soldier announced. "Should we do anything about the Cancer and Pisces?"

"No, let them go," Zechs decided. "Meanwhile, I want to know what´s going on here."

A large, dark, and shadowy figure suddenly loomed over one of the Pisces.

"Enemy attack!" the soldier announced. "It´s an unidentified mo-"

Before he could finish the transmission, his mobile suit was cut neatly in half by a glowing object that looked suspiciously liked a scythe. Seconds later, all the other Cancer and Pisces have exploded into bits as well.

Zechs frowned, observing the incredible power of this unidentified mobile suit. "Move the vessel out," he ordered. "I suspect there to be danger very soon."

Up in the naval base, the commander was furious. He knew that Lieutenant was untrustworthy. Immediately, he ordered the firing of all the missiles at the base, which created a giant smokescreen. The commander smirked at the smoke cleared, not realizing that Zechs had already left the area.

"No one could have survived that," he bragged. And blinked when he saw a large shadowy figure in front of the observation window of the base.

He couldn´t even let out a scream before the glowing beam slashed through the vital areas of the base, sending it into destruction.

From the cockpit of the mysterious suit, a boy with a braid smiled grimly. "Everyone who sees me dies," he recited.

Looking behind him, he realized that there was a metal object on the ocean floor. Curious, he approached it. It looked like a gun of some sort, and upon closer inspection, he grinned at the design. It appeared to be a beam weapon, advanced in technology.

"Was this what they were searching for?" he mumbled to himself. "Well, if OZ wants it, I´m not leaving it here."

He strapped it onto the back of his own suit, and took off in the direction he was assigned to go to.

Relena looked around the grand reception hall of her mansion. It was decorated with pink and white flowers. Lanterns hung everywhere and people were talking and laughing with each other. In other words, her birthday party was under way. She searched for a figure her heart longed to see, but not tousled brown hair met her eyes. No Prussian blue eyes appeared in front of her. She let out a soft sigh. She had hoped he would show up.

"Relena," came the voice of her father from the staircase.

She hurried over to where he stood with her mother, who was asking him whether he could stay longer for his daughter´s sake.

"It´s alright," Relena spoke up, interrupting their hushed conversation. Both looked up at her. "I understand, Father. Don´t worry about it. Take care."

She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek, and spotted the pictures he held in a folder in front of him. Just then, the radio blared loudly through the room. "The Defense Department has announced that all five meteorites that have been expected to hit Earth have all burnt up in the atmosphere. In addition, the theory regarding a colony alliance turned out to be nothing but a false rumor."

Relena frowned slightly. For some reason, she thought that there was more than that.

A man with a black bushy moustache furrowed his brow at the piece of paper in front of him. The paper was very simple. It stated the young man´s name, age, gender, eye colour, hair colour. Nothing about job experience could be found.

"This tells me nothing!" he exclaimed at the brown haired boy in front of him, who answered with silence. The man glowered a little and glared at the paper, as though it would give him answers if he stared hard enough. It wasn´t until he heard the sound of purring that he realized that the boy he was talking to was now behind him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and was struck speechless when he saw that the boy was petting the most ferocious lion in the circus. And the lion was purring as though the two were best friends.

"How? What? Huh?" the man managed to splutter.

"Animals are very straightforward," the boy answered quietly. "They never attack those who mean no harm."

The man continued to stare as the boy did the impossible. A young woman with light brown hair watched the boy. She smiled. He was strange, but she felt that he wasn´t strange in a bad way.

A blond haired boy stopped his reading when a butler walked into his tent with a kettle and a cup.

"Where should I put this, Master Quatre?" the butler asked.

"Anywhere´s fine," Quatre replied, giving the other man a smile.

The butler put the kettle on a desk near Quatre and poured some of its content into the cup. "So, how are you liking Earth?" he asked amicably.

"It´s. . .a very beautiful place," Quatre replied, picking up the cup. "I like it very much."

A Chinese boy with his hair pulled into a small ponytail handed a briefcase to two men standing outside a truck.

"Where do you want this stuff?" one man asked.

"Just leave it anywhere here," the second man answered.

The first man frowned. "Are you sure it´s a good idea to leave so much explosive with a boy this young?" he asked.

The second man shrugged. "We got our money. Don´t ask any questions," he replied, then turned to salute the boy.

The boy nodded, and the two men drove off, leaving him alone with the stuff he ordered.

Heero opened the door to his dorm room, and was greeted rather rudely by the sound of blaring rock music. His first instinct was to shoot whichever radio it was coming from. Then he realized that he roomed alone. And he didn´t turn on a radio before he left. So who was in his dorm? And was currently listening to music at a loud enough volume to blow his eardrums off.

He grunted to himself and made sure his gun was loaded. It was probably not OZ. They didn´t know who he was, and even if they did, they weren´t stupid enough to listen to loud music in his dorm room. Still, it never hurt to be safe. Tucking his gun into his waist band, he slowly crept around the dorm. His ears told him it was coming from the kitchen area. As he approached the suspected area, he caught a glimpse of a long braid. He blinked and stepped back. It couldn´t be. . .

Cautiously, he walked into the kitchen. Realizing that it was a stranger who was currently half dancing to the music and half cooking flambé on the stove, he wanted to smack himself. Of course she wouldn´t be here. And she didn´t have chestnut coloured hair either.

"Turn that down," he grunted aloud in monotone.

The other figure in the kitchen jumped a little and turned around. Heero could now see that it was a boy around his age. Contrary to himself though, this boy had indigo eyes that danced with mischief, reminding him briefly of Usagi.

"Hey there! Didn´t even hear you come in!" the other boy exclaimed. "You´re my roommate, right?"

Heero didn´t answer, merely glared at the radio murderously. His companion seemed to have gotten the hint. Either that, or he couldn´t hear himself either. He walked over and turned off the radio, sending the entire dorm into complete silence.

After a moment, Heero gave him a nod and left for the bedroom, anxious to send his newly completed mission´s data to Dr. J.

The boy in the kitchen turned off the stove and frowned slightly. "What´s with him?" he asked himself. With a shrug, he followed his roommate. Perhaps he could at least get the guy´s name. After all, his cover would be easily blown if he acted abnormally. And not knowing his roommate´s name would probably go under abnormal.

Heero quickly snapped his laptop shut when he heard the sound of the door opening. He whirled around in his chair and glared at the boy standing in the doorway.

"Hey! I just realized I didn´t introduce myself!" he started. "I´m Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide but I never tell a lie!"

"If you´re done now, then you can leave," Heero gritted out. His computer was still booting up, and he wanted to get rid of this guy.

"Oh come on! If we´re going to be roommates, then we have to get along, right?" Duo reasoned, walking over to Heero, and ignoring the impending aura of doom around the boy.

"No," Heero answered. "The only thing that has to be done is for you not to touch anything that belongs to me."

Duo was about to comply when he spotted a simple, silver picture frame on the desk. He picked it up and waved it in Heero´s face.

"She looks like a sweetheart!" he commented, pointing to the silver haired girl in the picture. "Is she your girlfriend?"

If Heero was annoyed before, now he was downright pissed off. He glared at Duo. "Give that back," he commanded in a deadly tone. He was never quite sure why he was so possessive of it. After hours of analyzing a few years back, he had come to two possible conclusions. One, Usagi was his childhood friend, and the only person he trusted other than himself, and perhaps Dr. J. The second reason was that the picture was the only personal belonging he really had. Even the laptop was given to him for mission purposes.

Duo shrugged. "Oh, relax," he said nonchalantly. "Is it such a problem that I´m looking at the picture?"

He stopped when he found himself staring into the barrel of a gun.

"Give it back," Heero repeated, continuing to glare at Duo. He hadn´t really wanted to use the gun, because it would give off the impression that he was not a normal student at the school. But this was the only way he knew how to resolve the current problem.

Duo gulped. Well, if he was abnormal, at least he wasn´t alone. He glanced at his roommate and slowly handed the picture back to him. Heero snatched it back and glared at him, lowering the gun slightly.

Duo took a couple of steps back. There was something up with this guy, and he needed to find out just what it was. Obstacles must be eliminated, he recited to himself, remembering Professor G´s orders.

As soon as he saw the gun lower a little more and the safety being clicked on, Duo reached for his own gun. Being a Gundam pilot meant being prepared at all times. This movement was not missed by Heero, who immediately raised his gun again.

Seconds later, the two boys were facing each other with their guns pointed and safeties off. Heero was glaring, but Duo wasn´t backing down this time.

End of Episode 2.

CP´s AN: hums innocently I didn´t do that on purpose. REVIEW and you shall find out what happens. Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year! See you all in 2002!