Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is a product of Sotsu Agency, in associations with
Sunrise, ANB, and Bandai
General Warning: The following may contain graphic violence and adult
langauge and situations (hentai)
General Warning Plus: The original story line (Gundam Wing) has been altered
to fit the addition of a 6th pilot and to be more gender friendly. Remember,
sexist attitudes are not an option.

Chapter 1: "Her Name Was Relena."

AC 198

 She was out of breath and she wasn't sure just how long she could
keep running from them. They were bound to catch up with her eventually, it
was only a matter of time until they did. What could she possibly do now?
Give up and let them take her? Never. Not without a fight at least. Covered
in sweat which plastered wondering strands of tangled hair to her face, she
roughly rubs them aside to conceal her mouth. They were close by, very close,
and the sound of her breathing might give her away.
 "Why do you insists on hiding from us, Miss Peacecraft? You know that
we are going to find you," the voice sounded as if it were coming from the
very wall she was pressed up against. "Your parent's death will be morned by
many," he smirked, "as will your brother's." Each word he spoke was like salt
rubbed into a deep wound, the pain bringing harsh tears to her eyes. How
could anyone be so cruel and actually sleep at night? It was bad enough that
they killed her family but need they hunt her like an animal and taunt her
so? It was too much than she could bare. As her sobs increased she knew that
the chase was over, she wouldn't be able to stop now, not with the reality of
the situation kicking in. The blonde girl fell to the dirty pavement and
wrapped her arms around her knees in an attempt to give herself the slightest
of comfort.
 A man's shadow fell upon her. "Sir, I found her. She's over here,"
the faceless soldier spoke.
 The horrid voice from before responded, "Well done, soldier." A
hideous looking man in a gray military uniform rounded the corner into the
allyway. When he approached the two, the young woman looked up to gaze into
the eyes of her worst nightmare. He truly fit the roll as a hated Doll
Collector, from his perfectly pollished boots to his inhuman eyes. "I must
admit, you aren't that easy to catch..for a woman." He knelt down to be at
her level. "I meant what I said, they will be missed. Please don't take this
as a personal attack, its strictly for political reasons only."
 "But it was a personal attack. My family is dead," she whispered,
"and now my fate will be worse than that of my family's."
 "That's all in how you wish to look at it. You will be taken care
of-"
 "But as someone's slave."
 "Like I said, it is all on how you look at it."
 Her head drops in defeat, there wasn't any point in agruing with the
man, he clearly only saw his personal gain in all of this. The well being of
the few mattered very little in times like this, were the majority would
rather wrap them up in a pretty package and sell them to the highest bidder.
Yes, that would soon be her future, placed on a slave block and sold to
whomever would want her. However, she wouldn't go without a fight, she will
never surrender without a fight.

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 A year has passed from that unforgetable night in the street ally
and alot has happened since then. The day that followed she was taken into
space, to the L1 colony to be more specific. There she was relocated from
three different Doll Houses for 'training' that lasted for nine months.
 To her the first three months in the first House were pure torture,
their idea of teaching consisted of finding different ways of breaking her
down. 'Mild beatings,' as to punish without scarring, and hurtful harrassment
plagued her every hour of the day. When they felt she was properly cleansed
of any rebelious ideas, she was moved on to the next House. Here she was
taught the basics for manners and appropriate behavoir, an absurd notion
especially to her, who learned these skills when she was only a child. At the
last House, she was instructed in different artistic ways of entertainment,
such as singing, dancing, and telling stories. In occured to her that none of
her teachers ever tried to instruct her on how to please her future master
physically, for it seemed only obvious that they were also used as such.
When she finally built up the nerve ot ask a fellow student, her reply was a
shrug and, "Some men want their Dolls untouched." Feeling less than satisfied
with her answer she accepted it and refused to persue it further.
 For the remaining part of the year she was repeatedly exposed to Doll
Specialists, it never ceased to amaze her that a person can specialize in the
field of evaluating another's worth. Yet, the process was a short one, she
wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad sign. However, it did mean something,
because before long after a speedy transaction occured and she was properly
sold within the same day to a wealthy, elderly man.
 Around a month later, the young girl found herself standing in the
middle of an enterance way in a laviously decorated mansion. In many ways it
reminded her of her home with the pollished marble tiles and neatly dressed
servants that scurry about with their jobs, and for the first time in a year
she finally felt at home. Maybe there was some hope after all.
 "Ahh, so you finally made it here," the elderly man spoke out from
staircase with a smile. His steps were slower than normal pace, a result from
his age no doubt, which also explains his use of a cane. However, the way he
held himself and the sparkle in his eye spoke volumes of his inner strength
and unwillingness of his age to get the better of him. "Such perfect timing,
really. I was almost afraid that they would not send you! Such perfect
timing. My son will be thrilled to meet you, I know he will. I knew there was
something about you the moment I saw you, a spark that I'm sure will lighten
up his life. I pray that he is pleased with you, he's so lonely and needs
someone to talk to." He smiled to her once again, his eyes dancing with
happiness. Reaching out, he takes her hand and pads it softly. "Come, I'll
take you to him."
 Without question she follows him, trying to level a pace that will
keep her from walking ahead. A smile slowly appears on her face as she felt a
slight attachment to the older man. He seemed quite sincere and his
intentions seemed honorable and, in some ways, reasonable. "Such a bright
girl, I can tell you know. I don't believe I remember your name. My
apologies, but would you be so kind and refresh my memory?"
 She took a deep breath and stopped walking, the air was filled with
complete silence for a moment. Looking dead into his eyes she replied,
"Relena, my name is Relena."