Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

A/N: Hey again! This is my newest story! It's about...well, I won't spoil it yet. It's an AU though. This is a REALLY original story, so please don't copy. Why you would want to copy, I don't know. But I do know your crazy if you would WANT to copy an amateur like ME. I've poured my sweat and blood into this story...ewww, on second though, no I didn't. This is just a prologue, and it's short, so sorries! Please r/r.

Prologue

"I feel lost in my own skin. Day by day, memories seem to slip away from me. Little details fading away. Dimmer is my happiness and brighter is my sorrow. For I have become what I feared most."

A man, around twenty, watched the girl closely. His chocolate brown hair hung over his eyes, a piercing shade of prussian blue, taking mental notes. The girl never wavered under the man's intensive stare, she just stared back at him. Her eyes were azure, yet showed no shine. They were void and dull, almost unreal.

" And what is it that you have become?"

The man stood up from his chair, looking down at the girl on the sofa. Questions popped up in his mind as to how anyone can be this unfeeling. The girl stood up as well, her face inches away from the young man's. She stared deeply into his eyes, while replying to his question. Her voice was cold, chilling, and the young man felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Vacant. I feel as if no one can help me, as if I will be forever bathed in darkness..."

* * * * * A week earlier* * * * * *

" Relena..."

" Yes, the opera singer."

" You want me to give therapy to an opera singer."

" Exactly. It seems she is....how should I put this..."

" Crazy."

Trowa Barton smirked as he offered Heero a seat. The young man sat down in the plush chair, tracing his fingers along the edge of the mahogany desk in front of him.

" Let's just say she is quite unique."

A lady wearing a business suit entered the room, stacks of paper in her hands. With a nod from Trowa, the lady put her papers down with a sigh of relief.

" You have a visitor, Mr. Trowa."

" Who is it?"

" I believe it is your sister."

Trowa's eyes brightened as he prepared to leave the room. As he was turning the door knob to leave, he glanced at Heero.

" You, Mr. Yuy, should pay Relena a visit. You'll be quite interested."

Heero glared at the now shut door. Why did he have to go? Dorothy is just as good as a therapist as him. Damn, there goes his vacation.

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A/N: Told ya it was short. Seems good? Seems bad? Should I continue? You decide! That's why you should review.

~Harlequin