Revised 12/2002

This is the second revision of this fic. The plot is still the same. I just tried to improve Jase’s character a bit in hopes of bringing him up to Jai’s and Kellee’s level. So I made some modifications to him.

By The Way…THIS IS NOT A SELF INSERT FIC. Janai is not me. I am not her. She has her own issues and I have mine. I just steal her name at my convenience.

FIC WARNING: This fic will have strong language, Lemons and Limes, death, rape, torture, suicide. I will warn you when I get to those parts.

CHAPTER WARNING: Contains strong language and suicide.

DISCLAIMER: GUNDAM WING IS OWNED BY SUNRISE AND BANDI ENTERTAINMENT. I DON’T OWN THEM JUST BORROWING THEM. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS FIC.

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LIFE, LOVE AND FAMILY : PROLOGUE

BY THE ORACLE AT DELPHI

JANUARY A.C. 202

SPACE.

A quiet, calm, serene place but on this particular night…

"CRACK-CRACK-BOOM!"

"DAMN!" Duo shouted as Deathscythe Hell welded its scythe into another mobile doll sending it crackling through space before it exploded.

"SWISH-BOOM-BOOM!"

" They just keep coming!" Quatre added as Sandrock sliced through two more dolls with his heat shorters.

"BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!"

"Gundamium mobile dolls. Somebody has to be controlling them." Heero calmly stated as Zero took out six dolls with one beam shot.

"RATTA-TAT-TAT-BOOM-BOOM!"

"That’s not good." Trowa said as Heavyarms showered mobile dolls near him with bullets.

"BOOM!"

"Those who fight with mobile dolls have no HONOR!" Wufei shouted as Nataku stabbed another doll with its beam trident.

The five Gundams were fighting hundreds of mobile dolls that began to attack three civilian shuttles en route to earth and the battle was not looking good for the Gundams.

"We can’t keep this up much longer!" Quatre shouted while driving his heat shorters into more mobile dolls.

"I’m not giving up yet!" Duo replied as he sliced through another set of dolls.

All of a sudden mobile dolls on the outer rim of the battlefield began to explode.

The voice of Wufei came over the intercom, "WHAT IS THAT?!"

Three Gundams the pilots had never seen before were hacking their way through the dolls toward to boys. A fighter jet blasted its way between the new Gundams and the pilots, blowing away all of the mobile dolls in its path firing laser cannons from its wings.

"That looks like Wing Zero!" Duo shouted.

"Leave it to you to state the obvious." Wufei replied.

Another Gundam fired multiple flaming arrows from a cross-bow taking out the mobile dolls that surrounded it.

"That’s a unique weapon." Trowa stated as he watched the unknown Gundam while fighting his own battles.

Quatre was barraged by gunfire from all sides when out of nowhere a huge net landed on the mobile dolls behind him. As soon as the net landed on the unsuspecting mobile dolls, the net closed around them and emitted an electric field that caused them to immediately explode. With those mobile suits out of the way, he was able to concentrate on the ones in front of him.

"Thanks for your help." Quatre gratefully said.

"You’re Welcome." came a sweet cheerful reply.

Quatre shook his head, ‘That’s…no it couldn’t be.’ The woman he knew would never say only two words. Even he, on more than one occasion threaten to rip her voice box out if she didn’t shut up.

A short distance away, another black Gundam was back to back with Deathscythe as more mobile dolls approached them.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Duo asked annoyed.

"Who the hell are you?" An equally annoyed female voice replied as she pulled out a long pole from her Gundam.

Duo snorted, "Ya know, no one likes a smart ass."

"No one likes a dumb ass but they put up with you anyway." She stated as two long blades one at each end of the pole flipped out as the mobile dolls attacked.

"Duo, she has a point."

"Shut Up, Heero."

Wufei’s warning signal blared in his ears alerting him that one of the mobile dolls had him on their target. Before he could react, the mobile doll was assaulted with flaming arrows. He turned his head to see a Gundam with a smoking cross-bow.

"The least you can say is thank you. Don’t you have any manners?" The pilot asked.

"Hmph. I don’t need any help from a weak, dishonorable Onna." Wufei stated.

"That’s a punk ass thing to say to someone who just saved your sorry..." An irate voice spat.

"You have no honor." Wufei interrupted appalled.

"And you have no balls."

Trowa listened to the verbal exchange between Wufei and the unknown woman. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it was he heard that voice before but that just couldn’t be. She was the sweetest, most innocent person he knew. Besides he left her on L3.

After about an hour of fighting, all that remained were seven tired Gundams, one fighter jet and scrap Gundamium.

"I’m going to make a killing cleaning up this mess up." Duo said as he dialed the secretary of his sweeper company.

A monotone female voice came over the intercom link, "Well, I see you guys needed our help again."

The woman sighed, "Well its like they say, behind a good man is an even better woman."

‘Oh no.’ Heero thought with a sense of doom.

"Oh yes." the monotone voice replied as if she could read his thoughts.

The four new Gundams cloaked and disappeared from the battlefield.

"Hey Heero. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that chic was your sister." Duo said between chuckles.

"Who told you that you knew any better?" was his only reply as he transformed Zero into flight mode and led four confused pilots back to Preventer Headquarters on earth.

~*~*~

The young woman removed the mobile doll control helmet from her head. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders.

"That was refreshing."

A middle-aged woman smiled at her daughter, "Did that little exercise bring back found memories, dear?"

"Oh yes mother. Indeed it did.’

"I knew those pilots weren’t working alone" a gray haired woman said.

She picked up a crystal picture frame, tracing the silhouette of the older man with her dainty fingers.

"The day they took you away my life ended. Because of them I lost our son and our grandson. I will die to make sure they pay for destroying this family." She said to the elderly man in the picture.

She returned the picture to its resting place, "The players have all gathered and now its time to begin. Come we have plans to prepare."

~*~*~

Misery.

Emptiness.

Loneliness.

Relena was in a whirlwind of emotions. For seven long years she did what people expected her to do. She endured all and gave up all so that peace would stay a reality. And that he may return to her. She yearned to be like "real" people. Be like other young women who could be with friends, gossip, shop…be loved. For peace she gave up her dreams, her fantasies, her desires. At 22 years old, Relena was physically and emotionally drained. Being Vice Foreign Minister, dealing with old fools intent on finding new and more creative reasons to fight had worn her down. Their fake flattery left her feeling empty. But knowing the man that she loved was always watching from the shadows at night made her feel lonely. Other than his nightly "visits" she never saw him. He had been there earlier. But she knew he would be. She heard about the mobile dolls spotted in space near earth, so she knew he would be going to battle. She knew he would come to "visit" her before he left.

‘So I am not worthy of your love, just some prize that needs to be protected for the good of who?’

She was tired of being a prize. She was tired of living for the good of others. She was tired if living. Her misery has now turned in to despair.

‘You fool. He will never love you…be there to hold you…and those damn politicians certainly don’t care about you.’

She finally admitted the truth to herself and it was unbearable. She could take no more. Tonight will be her last of this miserable life.

‘I wished he killed me years ago. At least I could have had true peace.’

She walked out on to her balcony, the cold winter landscape a reflection of her inner self. She looked up at the stars. They looked so…free.

‘Soon I will be among them.’

Dressed in silky white night gown that flowed all the way down to her ankles, she sat down in the wicker chair on her balcony. She took out the fine knife holding it in her left hand, swiped it over her right wrist. She winced as the knife made its incision. Switching the knife to her now bleeding right hand held it high and brought it swiftly across her left wrist. A smile spread across her face as she dangled her hands off each side of the chair letting the blood run down her hands, dripping off of her slender fingers hitting the ground like rain drops. The knife clattered as it hit the marbled balcony floor.

When the darkness came she welcomed it and embraced the golden light that over took her.

~*~*~

As Heero approached earths’ atmosphere the hair on the back of his neck stood on end…something was terribly wrong.

‘Relena.’

 

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