Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ First Love ❯ Memories ( Chapter 1 )

First Love

Chapter One: Memories

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing (Dear GOD I wish I did.)

AN: This is going to be a chapter fic… one of these days… I will finish! I swear!

Prince Rashad Al Fahid of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He glared at the computer screen before him, which depicted scenes of a recent battle between the OZ's Tallgeese and the Wing Gundam. Rubbing his temples, he gazed at the Tallgeese and murmured, "Milliardo…Where are you? Why won't you let me find you?"

A soft knock came at the door, and his chief advisor's voice came to him. "Your highness, we have located Princess Relena."

Rashad sat up. "Really? That's wonderful! Send her a message telling her that I am an old friend of her family's, and would like to meet with her as soon as possible."

"Yes, your highness." The advisor's footsteps retreated down the corridor.

Rashad sighed again, his mind drifting to the occurrences of five years before…

The 14-year-old Rashad crept through the ruins of the Peacecraft palace, looking around for someone. He paused, and called softly, "Milliardo?"

His friend's voice sounded just up the hall. "What? Who's there?"

Rashad stepped out of hiding. "Milliardo! It is you!"

The young prince gaped, and then opened his arms to Rashad, who gladly ran into his embrace. Hugging him fiercely, Milliardo whispered, "Rash…Rash, where have you been? I was so worried!"

Rashad buried his face in the blonde's shoulder, weeping softly. "Oh, Milliardo…I was so afraid I wouldn't see you again…When the Earth Alliance destroyed my father's kingdom, I was forced into hiding…"

Milliardo frowned. "They…what? But what about your parents?"

His friend looked down. "They were killed for resisting the Alliance."

Stroking Rashad's hair, Milliardo said quietly, "Oh, Rash…I'm sorry…My…my parents were killed too…and Relena's being raised by Prime Minister Darlian."

Rashad looked up into his eyes. "We're all alone, Milliardo…"

He shook his head. "No…We have each other. And that's enough." He kissed the Arab boy's lips softly.

Slightly taken aback at first, Rashad immediately relaxed, and returned the gentle kiss. Pulling back, Milliardo whispered, "Don't worry, Rash. I'll protect you. No matter what."

The prince smiled a bit. Hugging Milliardo again, he rested his head on the other's shoulder. He stroked Rashad's hair.

Rashad shook himself out of his reverie. That had been a long time ago, and now Milliardo was a pilot of OZ, and had changed his name to Zechs Marquise. The young man slammed his fist on the desk and cursed. It all came back to OZ. Everything-the murders, the war, the destroyed homes-had been caused by OZ's lust for power. Or more accurately, Treize Kushrenada's. Despite his loathing for the man, Rashad marveled at his strategy. He had destroyed the Earth Alliance from the inside out, and now OZ was center stage in the war. The prince knew that only the Gundams of Operation Meteor and their pilots stood in Treize's way of total domination. Clenching his fists, Rashad decided that he wouldn't sit by anymore and let the Gundams do all the work. His own custom built Mobile Suit, the Gundam Crescendo, was nearing completion, and soon Rashad would take it into battle against OZ. He bit his lip. Milliardo would be there, fighting for OZ. He resolved he wouldn't fight the former prince, no matter what else happened. He couldn't.