Lovebirds

By Rin Amaru

Disclaimer: daydreams of one day owning Gundam Wing… If only, if only…

A/N: Okay, so I'm caving in to a couple requests. One, I'm writing a final chapter to this fic from Emi's POV. Two, this chapter will be a prelude to the sequel which may or may not happen yet, depending on your reviews.

I was daydreaming in my Stealth Training class again. Since it was raining on colony L2 today, we were having class in an unused classroom instead of on the Training field. Normally, Danny, Matty, Lian, Meilan, DJ, and I would have been ecstatic with not having a normal class today.

Today, however, wasn't a normal day. It was 13 years to the day that my mother, Relena Darlian-Yuy, died and 10 years to the day my father, Heero Yuy, committed suicide. Shortly after my mother's death, the President declared today a holiday. Every other school in the Earth Sphere has the day off for Relena Darlian-Yuy day.

But, in Lady Une's Preventers Academy, the only breaks are weekends, the last week of December, and summer vacation. Lady Une does sympathize with me, though, and asked if I wanted the day off today. I casually refused, saying I was fine.

Fine, my ass. After watching your father die of 'lead poisoning' before your innocent eyes, you can never be fine. (A/N: 'lead poisoning' refers to being killed by a lead bullet) The only people who truly understand that are the ex-Gundam pilots and, my beloved best friends, their children.

Ever since that day, I have lived with Uncle Duo, Aunt Hilde, DJ, and Jenna. I was never adopted; I just live in their home. They're like the family I barely remember having.

"Miss. Emi Yuy," a gentle voice asked, violently interrupting my thoughts, "Would you like to tell us how to sneak into a house undetected?"

"Uhh… Oh, Aunt Lu! I mean, Lieutenant Noin… I… uhhh… I don't know…" I stuttered, confused with reality. The class snickered. Even Matty chuckled a bit before Danny gave him a what-do-you-think-you're-doing-they're-making-fun-at-Emi gaze. Matty stopped and gave me a look of apology. Meilan remained silent and attentive.

DJ, to my right, and Lian, to my left, glared at the other students. Since the school was only started the year I began first grade, all of us were placed in the same class. That's correct; we have all been here since we were six or seven years old.

Une required the children of the Gundam pilots to attend this school, should our help ever be needed to protect the peace. Actually, that's the true motive behind the school, but the public only sees it as a Preventers Prep school. My Uncle Milliardo and Aunt Lucrezia returned from Mars to teach at the school. All the ex-Gundam Pilots, except for Quatre and Duo who had other matters to attend to, became instructors.

My Aunt Lucrezia smiled at me and said, "That's alright, Miss Yuy. You will all know by the end of the day. We will be watching a video produced specifically for this class by the former Preventers Head of Security." My stomach began to drop as Aunt Lu put the DVD into its player.

My dad was…

"This man was the best Head of Security the Preventers have ever had. He was even… rumored… to have been the pilot of Gundam Wing Zero… though that fact was never proven… He married his ward in 200 A.C. and retired in 201 A.C. to care for his daughter, but in his retirement, he made a series of training films for this school," Aunt Lu said as she pressed play.

My heart skipped a beat.

A very handsome young man, about 22 years old, appeared on the screen. He had unruly chocolate locks mostly covering his cold Prussian blue eyes. He was glaring at the man holding the camera. The girls in class swooned.

"Hello, my name is Heero Yuy," my father growled in a deep voice, "Duo, you better get this one right… I don't want to do this all day…"

Uncle Duo, off camera, laughed heartily, "Don't worry, buddy! So, whatcha gonna talk about today?"

My dad glared at Uncle Duo, still off-camera, and spoke in his monotonous voice, "I will be teaching you how to break into a highly secured building undetected. For this lesson, I will be using my own home."

Sticking his braided head just into the camera's view, Uncle Duo grinned jokingly, "Only Heero would break into his home when he could just use the front door!" My dad shoved Uncle Duo off the camera again.

"Hey, I'll tell Relena you were being mean when she gets home…" Uncle Duo pouted off-camera.

"Shut up, idiot…" my father hissed, "Continuing with our lesson, beginners will need a few things: Wire, an about .45 caliber silenced pistol, and dark clothing. As you gain more experience, like me, you will not need any materials."

I was gaping. My own father, who had been dead for the past ten years, was going to be teaching me how to invade my old house.

What I can't seem to understand is why I still love my father anyway. He killed himself before my eyes, seemingly without a care for my own feelings. He left me alone, at least in my mind, for a few years until I opened up again. Actually, I was mute for an entire year after the incident. In addition to all this, a lot of kids in school tease me about not having parents and such, leaving DJ, Lian and the others to help defend me.

Even though I probably have every right to hate him, I can't stop loving my dad. I will always remember the smile he always had on his face when I looked at him, the times he tickled me until I screamed for mercy, the days he took off from work to take me to see Matty and Uncle Trowa in the circus, the times he threatened to kill the parents of children who pushed me around in preschool and kindergarten…

He truly was a wonderful father who had his 'daddy's little girl', who adored him with everything she had, beside him. When I think of how almost perfect his life had been with me, I begin to doubt if he even loved me in the first place.

If he loved me as much as he always said he did, he wouldn't leave me, right?

Right?

My dad told me just before he committed suicide that he loved my mother, too. 'So much that it hurts.'

He must have loved my mother so much more than me. I feel almost as if I were insignificant in his life, as if I were replaceable…

I fought to hold back all-to-familiar tears as I stared at the man on the television screen with eyes that matched my own.

I felt a soft tug on my hand and turned to look at DJ. Pity, sadness, compassion, and possibly love were written in his small smile. DJ, unlike his father, did not enjoy showing emotions such as these in front of others. Spending days upon days at Lian Chang's house was definitely good for building character…

Forgetting about my tears for a moment, I half-smiled and welcomed his warm hand into mine. He showed these emotions for me.

At least someone cared about me.

Focusing back on the screen, I realized I missed practically the entire lesson. I watched as my father climbed through my parent's bedroom window. After landing on the floor, he became silent.

"After breaking in, you should always check to make sure you weren't discovered. Choosing not to do this could mean the difference between life and death," my father said, crouching so low to the beige carpet that his chocolate hair brushed it, "Usually, you should be able to hear an abnormal amount of footsteps for the area."

"You know, Heero… I think the coast is clear considering it's your own house!" Uncle Duo cackled, unable to contain his laughter any longer. My father immediately gave Uncle Duo the infamous 'Death Glare'.

"Shut up… Emi's sleepi—"

The loud, screeching cry of an infant was heard. For once showing an emotion other than hate and indifference, my father's eyes widened in alarm. He then darted off camera and into my old room next door with speed that would amaze even his sixteen-year-old self.

"Geez, Heero! Wait up!" Duo was heard saying as he detached the camera from its tripod and carried it into my room.

It was the same pale blue color I remembered. My dad was leaning against my crib, cradling me in his strong arms.

After being held for a few moments, the infantile version of me stopped crying. Without knowing he was still on camera, my father kissed my tiny forehead and softly stroked my pudgy cheeks.

The tears I thought had stopped begun again, with even more fervor. Could it be…?

"Awww…" Duo cooed off-camera, "Daddy loves his little girl…"

My father, the Perfect Soldier, the man without emotions, blushed deeply before placing little me back in the crib. He then turned to glare at Duo, shoving him out the door.

The DVD ended.

As I stared blankly at the bright blue color engulfing the television screen, I remembered the time my dad and I visited Aunt Lu and Uncle Milliardo in the Cinq Kingdom for Christmas. There was a thunderstorm that night and (having grown up in space) I was completely terrified. I jumped into my father's bed and snuggled up to him, letting him comfort me.

"Daddy?" I had asked, "What are you afraid of?"

My dad paused, seriously considering how to translate his already confusing emotions (at least to him) to a four-year-old.

"Losing you…"

My dad, the inhumanly strong, almost invincible being was truly afraid of losing his daughter.

Barely realizing the entire class was staring at me (they had noticed by now that it was me in the video), I smiled and wiped the tears off my face.

My father truly loved me.

Hilde, as part of her daily ritual, was scouring the area around colony L2 for debris she could salvage and resell. She spotted an unusually large object for the area floating about 100 yards from her shuttle.

Excited to see what the object was, Hilde quickly brought the shuttle beside the object and pulled it inside using the shuttle's claw. As she walked over to inspect the object, she immediately noticed the object was made from gundanium.

Upon closer inspection, her curious blue eyes read the mostly burned off words 'TIME MACHINE PROTOTYPE'

Hilde smiled happily.

She loved her job.

DJ, Lian, Meilan and I were walking home from school together, considering we live down the street from each other as well as the school. Meilan and I were seriously trying to decide who the hottest guy in school was. Lian and DJ couldn't care less.

It had stopped raining for the moment. The news this morning said the colony was testing the precipitation equipment. It was bound to rain again.

"Hmm… If I had to pick someone, I guess I'd pick Logan Mackenzie," Meilan stated, still pondering her decision. Pushing her shoulder length, jet black hair behind her, she stared off into space. Being one of her best friends, I immediately knew who she was thinking about. And it had nothing to do with Logan.

It was common knowledge that she actually had a crush on Danny Winner. Danny, being the sweet, wonderful person he is (half the time), acted as if he hadn't heard about it. He did smile at her more though…

However, when trying to pick the most drop-dead gorgeous guy we knew, Danny wasn't on that list.

In Danny's defense, he's definitely not unattractive.

"Yeah, Logan is rather hot..." I said, remembering him from my Hacking and Sabotage course last year. I did well in that class…

Lian grunted, his hell-black, ear length hair swaying in the gentle breeze, "Women talk about the most pointless things…" He sounded more and more like his father every day. Though I love my Uncle Wufei, watching his son become his clone was quite frightening.

Upon hearing the electronic version of Ozzy Osborne's "Crazy Train", we turned watch DJ frantically search for his cell phone. After finding it in his pant's cargo pocket, he flipped it open.

"Hello? Oh! Hey, Mom! We're still walking home… Yeah, she's here," DJ said, turning to hand me the phone, "Emi, my mom wants to talk to you."

Cautiously picking up the phone, I asked, "Yes, Aunt Hilde?"

"Emi, if you could have one wish that seems impossible and could change everything, what would it be?" my Aunt Hilde asked.

I stuttered, "I-I-uh-I don't know… Umm… Ha, ha! Tough question…"

"If you could somehow bring your mother back to life, would you do it?" she asked.

I paused. What could she be talking about? My mom's been dead for 13 years… But, if my mom was alive, I'd have known her. I'd have a mother. And if she was alive, then my father would have no reason to die. He would have been here with me for the past 10 years…

I'd have a family.

"Yes. I would do anything to bring her back," I finally responded.

"Well, I think I found something that could make that wish come true."

I was speechless.

I unconsciously grabbed the cloth over my quickening heart.

I grinned.

Toda was definitely not a normal day.

The artificial sky opened once again, this time to tears of joy.

A/N: The sequel would pick up from here. Should I, should I not? R & R!