Title: Radiant Dark  


Author: Aino Yuy aka Usagi-Hater


Disclaimer:

No other Sailor Moon character is in this fic except for Minako. But I'm debating on if I should have Ami and/or Makoto to come in for a short time. Heero is the main character I'm using from Gundam Wing but I might add the others in. Might. Anyways, I do not own Minako and Heero.

Caution:

I strongly advise that readers under 14 do not read this story. It will contain drug usage and other issues most likely not suitable for 13 and under.

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Prologue


A silver corolla pulled into a driveway of a huge white house. It looked slightly old with the worn-out painting and the windows were in need of good cleaning. The house was located a few miles away from town.

"There it is, honey," a woman said from in the car as she took her husband's free hand.

The man at the driver's seat examined the house and smiled. "Magnificent. I think we'll do just fine here. We can repair it little by little that way it looks more homelike."

His wife nodded as she began to imagine how their new home would look like when they fixed it. But she stopped her fantasy when she heard her husband speak.

"What do you think, Heero?" the man asked, looking in his rearview mirror to gaze at his seventeen year-old son in the backseat.

The teen, slumped on his seat with his arms folded, had untidy chocolate brown hair. He was wearing baggy jeans and his plaid blue shirt was left open to reveal his white undershirt. His Prussian blue eyes glared at his father first, then his mother, then at the house.

"Hn," he grunted.

Heero's mother looked at her husband with consideration before giving his hand a tight squeeze for support and got out of the car.

Before Heero's father got out, he turned to Heero. "Come on Heero. Make the best of it. It's time for you to get away from those gang lives and start over. You're mother and I are trying our best."

When not receiving a word from his son, Heero's father got out of the car and went to help his wife take the luggage out.

Heero observed the house once more as his expression darkened. I never wanted to move anyway! Stupid fucked up parents! he thought angrily.

He unlocked his door and slammed it open with his feet. Getting out, he threw his backpack over his shoulder and placed his free hand in his pocket.

Little did he know someone was studying them from the window. But Heero quickly felt the sense of someone watching him and looked at the house. His eyes landed on the highest filthy window, seemingly the attic window. But there was no one there.

"Hn," Heero grunted again as he leaned on the car while his parents unpacked the car's trunk with their luggage.

For some reason… he got a peculiar feeling coming from this house, his new home.


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Closing Notes:

Short as usual. Now please review, flame, whatever your heart desires. But I do warn you, if you're going to flame me, don't make it stupid like the other flamers that have already.