05 Dec 1999

Please help me out with this one.  It needs a new title and some work.  
Comments will be more than appreciated.  Be nice, though.  

P. S.  It's long.  Gomen. Thanks.  Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Gundam Wing characters. I have no money so
please don’t get upset. 


This story takes place about twenty years after the Gundam Wing 
story ends. The colony in rebellion is Mars.
They finally made it a habitable world. Needless to say this
is an alternate universe fic. No flames please. I will only laugh at
you. If you have something constructive or nice to say, then please
do. Finally, if you have a problem with yaoi, (and if you don’t know
what that is after reading the warnings on this site, you need to go
back to school) this is not the fic for you. To make it even clearer:
This story contains M/M relationships. I.E. guys who like guys. If
you still are unclear on the content of this fic, please wait here for
further instructions. If you are not 18, come back when you are. In
other words, goodbye. This is part one of a series. I will finish as
quickly as possible, but as with most things, encouragement works
wonders. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my little effort in fanfiction. Send
me suggestions for a better title. And now:









The New Generation by Phoenix



Prologue

They stood silently in the corner. One was tall with black bat wings,
while the other had white angels’ wings. Two shadowy figures
intently watching a lone figure working in a Gundam’s pilot chamber.
That figure was a young woman with a long chestnut braid. She
seemed to be wearing a headset/mic device and was constantly speaking
into it, then checking something on the main computer. The
young woman was oblivious of the two figures watching her.

"We should never have let her be born," the light angel grumbled.

"You worry too much koi," the dark one laughed. "Everything will work
out. You’ll see."

"Maybe I don’t have your faith in people, especially when it comes to
HIM."

The dark angel shuddered and moved closer the light angel. Light
encircled darkness seeking to give comfort.

"Sorry, but it needs to be said."

"Neither father fell for his tricks. Why are you so certain she will?"

"I just have a bad feeling is all. If she falls, everything will go to
hell. All that work." The statement was finished with a sigh as he
folded white wings around his lover. The dark one snuggled back against
his shoulder in response. He knew it was a risk allowing the
girl to be born, but then Death knew all about risks. She was one last
chance. For both sides.

"Let’s go before she senses us," darkness purred.

"You have ulterior motives," the light laughed.

"Always, lover, always."

As they faded from sight the girl suddenly siffened and swung around,
pistol in hand and ready. There was nothing there. ‘Could
have sworn.....Oh well.’ The girl went back to work. So much to do, so
little time. If only she knew how true that statement was.