A Gundam Wing

[RyanEX2000]

A joint fic by RyanEX and MBF

Chapter one
Memory Loss

The darkness was thick-enough so that any normal human would blindly yield
hope while trying to traverse through its sludge. Yet still he continued to
move. Where he was going or why; he hadn't the slightest clue. All impending
thoughts were focused solely on her face.





Beautiful.





Eyes that put the color of the sea to shame.





Long light brown hair that could only be compared to the gold-ness of honey.





Fleeting thoughts of her name scampered throughout his mind, playing games
with his memory. It sat at the tip of tongue, waiting to be spoken between
lover's lips when her face faded.



No! Come back!





His mind screamed for her return. Her presence was the only light he had in
the impending dark. Even as another face entered his vision, hers lingered
throughout his mind.



It was hard. A slight grimace covered his features. His deep blue eyes and
unruly brown hair took all other attention away from his scowl.

Remember your mission.



It whispered to him. Its voice was calm and matter-of-fact.





She is nothing but a liability. A loose end that must be cut.




Who.......what are you?



Don't you know? it asked. Look....See who I am.



The dark ran from him, and he was suddenly on land. He scanned the region,
much as a soldier would. Endless wasteland surrounded him, and he was faced
with his reflection. A solitary mirror was his only welcome.



What the..... What is a mirror doing in the middle of nowhere? What am I
doing here?





His head throbbed with confusion. In desperation, his mind shoved him
towards a fond memory--he clung to the recollection of the girl. Somehow it
soothed him. Once calmed, he regained his usually stoic composure and
collected the scene about him once more. The mirror had him transfixed
instantaneously. Curious, he approached it. A young man stared back at him.
He seemed to be a boy, but no child would have his body structure. Hard
muscle clung to thin arms. Slung about his torso was a ratted green vest
covered in blood and dirt. Confining shorts clung to his frame, allowing him
to see how very frail the boy looked.





But his eyes.





His eyes proved he was no mere boy. He was so much older inside. His eyes
locked with the newcomer's, and bore into him.



No.





He back-peddled. For some reason the thought filled him with dread.





No. I'm not you.



You are.





The image reached out and grabbed the remains of his vest. The newcomer
looked and saw that he, too, was wearing the bloodstained, tattered
garments. He too was wearing the confining shorts. He was this boy. He was
this man.





It's time for us to wake up. We have work to do.



Slowly he began to lose feeling. Horrified, he realized his counterpart was
slowly absorbing him. They were manifesting as one. He could feel himself
weakening, his body failing to hold him upright any longer. His mind slowly
surrendered to the abnormal pull from his own reflection







.....when it stopped abruptly.





What's this?





His counterpart paused as if searching his soul. Then the eyes-which had
moments before been so expressionless-- glittered with fury.





How dare you?



Taking advantage of the distraction, he kicked away from the mirror, feeling
himself separating from his double. A sucking slush invaded his ears, and
magnified when he was finally free. He ran.




Get back here!




Still he ran.



You can't escape. You and I are one and the same. You'll never be free of
me.



Still he ran.





A gorge opened up before him, shaking the earth with its force. Unable to
stop, he tumbled down into its blackness.



Tumbling.

Tumbling.





A bright light opened below him, bathing him in its glow.







So bright.





He closed his eyes tightly-- yet still it shone through.







There were voices. Strangely echoing voices.............

*****

He opened his eyes slowly; afraid of the light. The voices were still there,
and were accompanied by a soft clicking sound that was strangely soothing.



Slowly, he raised his head off the soft pillow, and turned to his right,
wincing slightly as the bandages wrapped around his waist pulled tightly,
constricting his breathing. He gasped softly at the vision his eyes showed
him.



It was the girl from his dream. He didn't know how he knew--with her back to
him it was almost impossible to tell who she was-- but somehow he knew. He
needed to know who she was. Slowly, he formed her name on his lips.



"Relena."



What? Where'd that name come from?





Yet somehow it suited her. His vision wavered.........and slowly changed as
her brown hair phased into a vibrant red. When she turned, the face wasn't
Relena's.. but someone else's.



"Oh, you're awake! You just rest there while I get Trowa."



"Trowa." he knew that name, somehow. From somewhere. As he pondered, he
could hear the woman calling for this 'Trowa' person. The door clicked open,
and a young man entered the room.

"So you're finally awake "he stated simply. He was tall, with gravity
defying brown hair and a serious face. Not quite cold....serious. His voice
was as soft as the wind. The 'patient' stared blankly.

"Are you all right....Heero?"

"Who.....who are you?" he asked.

[Eden]

Hey, . . . This dosn't seem fair somehow! How come you had to stop just as I was begining to understand!!

*Jumps up and down anxiously*

You have to post more!! I need to know when this is taking place, and all that fun stuff!! Heero lost his memory after all, so that means that he's gonna have to regain it somehow. Maybe with the help of his unknown love Relena? *Snicker* This could get really interesting!

Don't take to long!!

~Eden

[Kanya Barton]

Ack! I agree full heartedly! How could you leave us at such a cliffhanger??!! AAAHHH, oh well, I guess it's just a way to pull more people in to read your story. I can't wait til the next chapter! Peace out!

[lilac310]

WOW!!! ..interesting....good work on the analogy of Heero's amnesia to his double personality splitting right before his eyes.....keep it up!!!!

[shadowcat]

Melville and Ryan
YOU ARE EVIL!!!

thats right

pure evil

i should go and collect my rotten watermelons again....

You.Stopped.This.Fic.Wwhen.I.Was.So.Interested!!!!

ahaa, found them, my watermelon collection!!

Mel, Ryan, i've got a surprise for you.....* cackle *

-Shadow

[Symee-Sama]

Amazing! I really like this Ryan. But Please continue soon okay? I mean cliffhangers are no fun when I'm not the one who's writing them :p

Symee