Crystal Fantasy by Comet~Princess

Disclaimer: My birthday´s this month. Anyone feel like giving either of them to me? ^_^

AN: Yes, I´ve started yet another story. *sweatdrops* The only difference is that I wasn´t originally going to post this. That´s all I can think of to say. Oh! And I´m working on the next chapter to Silent Waltz, so you can stop throwing bananas at me. ^_^

Warnings: Strange, my usual pairing (most likely), may have very mild swearing later, and did I mention strange?

For Midnight Lady, who wanted a nice portrayal of Mamoru. I´ll admit now that he will be nice. For SilverRay-chan, who wanted this to be posted. If it wasn´t for her, this wouldn´t be here. And to my reviewers for your encouragement. You don´t know what your comments mean to me. ^_^

So, here´s the start of another fic. . .

Prologue – Computer Project

If looks could kill, Heero Yuy´s computer class teacher would have been dead a hundred times over, working on a hundred and one. Of course, no one could see the dark cloud forming over the brown haired, blue eyed teen´s head, although his fellow comrades could probably guess, considering their own feelings towards the issue the teacher was rambling about.

The one with his chestnut coloured hair pulled into a long braid was working on a plan on how to get out of their newly assigned project while the Chinese young man was mumbling dark curses about women and injustices under his breath. The green-eyed young man remained expressionless and silent, and the blond haired one wondered briefly to himself how long it would take for one of his friends to blow up at the teacher. He sighed quietly, thinking that perhaps going back to school wasn´t such a good idea after all.

Luckily for the five former Gundam pilots, and perhaps the rest of the class as well, the bell chose that moment to ring, sending the students packing and running for either their next class or lunch.

Heero snapped shut his laptop and fumed silently. On the outside, he was stoic as always, but inside, he really wanted to kill something. It´s been awhile since he had anyways. He was shaken from his reverie by the overly cheery voice of the braided boy.

"Hey buddy! What do you think of this new computer project?" he asked, pretending to be unaware of his so-called best friend´s brooding mood. He was used to it, so why let it bother him anymore?

Heero gave his famous death glare at Duo Maxwell, the guy who now chatted mindlessly about how this new computer teacher gave stupid projects. Quatre Raberba Winner signed again and hoped he wouldn´t have to stop another chase around the school. It seemed as though Duo always either annoyed Heero, or bugged Chang Wufei, the two who didn´t have a second thought about hurting Duo rather badly.

"This is injustice," Wufei, the Chinese man, mumbled. "First going to school with weak women, next doing a stupid brainless project such as this."

"Guys," Quatre started, "it´s not that bad. All we have to do is program a game on the computer."

"Yea, but it´s something we don´t need to do!" Duo exclaimed.

"For once, I agree with Maxwell," Wufei grumbled. "We´re Gundam pilots, for God´s sake. We can hack into top security government files. I don´t see why we have to program a weak game to prove that we know how to use a computer."

"Take it this way," Trowa Barton, who´s been silent until now, decided to help Quatre out. "It would be easy and wouldn´t take long at all to complete."

"But it´s time that we can use to do other stuff!" Duo protested.

"You mean doing other homework?" Quatre questioned, confused. "But you don´t do any homework, Duo."

Duo made a face. "Not doing homework, thank you very much. Things like making sure there´s no threats to the Earth and the colonies, helping out the Preventers, and checking out girls!" he finished with a grin.

When the Eve Wars and the threat by Mariemeia ended a year ago, the guys had all decided to keep in touch with Lady Une, the leader of the Preventers fraction. They wanted to make sure that there were no more wars, even though they´ve all gone their separate ways. Surprisingly, a month ago, they had all been contacted by Lady Une, along with Sally Po and Relena Peacecraft. Although there had been no threats made, the three women have come to a decision to send the five former pilots to school to get an education.

The reasons for the decision, the pilots weren´t sure of, but among themselves, they suspected that it had been planned for awhile by the three leaders of Preventers. The five of them were, after all, trained to pilot Gundams, and other than Quatre, none of them really had a stable future. With an education, it would be possible for them to do something with their lives other than fight.

Still, many of the things they were learning had been taught to them while in training, especially the usage of computers. And having to program a game as an assignment was, in their points of view, a waste of time.

"So, what are you going to do about this?" Quatre asked his four friends when they reached the cafeteria. The heir of the Winner fortune was rather open to the idea of going back to school. Having worked with businessmen for awhile, he was aware that he lacked some skills that would serve him well in the future of his business.

"Finish it tonight," Trowa answered simply as he unwrapped his sandwich and sat down to eat. Other than Quatre, he was probably the one who was least bothered by being back in school. The circus was in full support of Lady Une´s decision, and told Trowa that he would always be welcome if he wanted to go back.

"Same, probably," Wufei agreed. He didn´t want to do it, but he didn´t want to fail his class either. In the pilot of Nataku´s view, it would appease him a lot more any day to be working at the Preventers´ office. So the faster he completed these pointless courses, the quicker he can leave this place full of weak women and return to where he belonged.

"Wait for you guys to finish, then copy and modify it!" Duo stated with a huge grin, earning him glares from around the table. Originally, the braided boy had been very much against going back to school, but as the days passed, it seemed as though he was enjoying himself more and more. He enjoyed the company of his comrades, and liked the environment the school provided. Now, if he could get out of all his work, he would be a happy camper.

"What about you, Heero?" Quatre questioned the only one who hasn´t answered yet.

Heero. The guys just couldn´t figure it out. He didn´t appear to want to be here, nor did he make any attempt to leave. He could easily have ceased to exist if he wanted, yet he was here. Quatre suspected that the Perfect Soldier was lonely, especially after having been by himself for such a long period of time, but he would never admit it.

The former pilot of Wing remained silent as he ran through the possibilities in his head. He could just do what the others were doing, but he was sure that later in the month, or possibly week, he would just be assigned another dumb project. And he hated leaving things dragging.

"Hn," he grunted before getting out of his chair and leaving his comrades at the table.

"Someone want to translate?" Duo prompted as they watched the Perfect Soldier leave.

~*~*~*~*~

Heero walked his dorm room and shut the door behind him. Duo and Quatre shared a room, and Trowa and Wufei did as well. The rooming had always worked out that way, though he had no idea why. During the war, he had liked his privacy, and to be honest, he was slightly uncomfortable sharing his living quarters with another person. He put his laptop on his desk and mentally ran over his afternoon classes, calculus and chemistry. Shrugging, he sat down at his desk and pulled out a pad of paper. Those were two classes he could afford to skip. It´s not as though he learnt new things in the two classes anyways.

Picking up a pencil, he stared blankly at the paper. He needed a rough sketch of a character before he started programming. He had a plan for this computer project, and he wanted to finish it as quickly as possible. But he wasn´t an artist, he was a soldier.

Heero grumbled mentally as he put the tip of the pencil on paper and started sketching. He ran over his plan carefully. He would program the most complicated game his computer teacher had ever seen anyone, let alone an eighteen year old, do. And when he handed it in, he would demand that he get the credit for the course so he wouldn´t have to attend anymore. If his teacher could see that he knew all the things she was teaching and more, then surely, it would be no big deal to let him pass without making him come to class for the second half of the year.

He blinked suddenly, becoming aware that he had been mindlessly doodling on his paper while he ran over the plan. And blinked again when he saw what he had done on the paper.

Staring back at him from the page was a pencil sketch of a girl with a heart-shaped face and long hair tied in a hairstyle he didn´t think was possible, twin buns with streamers on either side of her head.

End of Prologue.

AN: That wasn´t too bad, was it? I had this written back in November. -_-;;; Anywho, tell me whether you want more. Otherwise, I might just let it play out in my head instead of typing the story out. ^_^ REVIEWS = happy Comet-chan = more writing from Comet-chan