A/N-My first attempt at a real story! So if I get enough reviews, I'd like to make this a whole story on Heero Yuy's Life…This Chapter is about how Odin Lowe Found Heero as a child.

Some bad language…

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Mission Accepted

They say an ounce of sweat can save a pint of blood…

Something was wrong. Every nerve in the young assassin's body screamed that something had not gone right…someone must still be alive. But how? The explosives had been set CAREFULLY, just hours before, inside and out…so how could anyone survive? Gun drawn, the blond man took in his surroundings, careful to look for any movement, any hint of life. His eyes met with only rubble, and the dying flames that licked carelessly at burning cloth and stone. And then something moved. Through habit and training, the man jerked his gun around and swung his body into a defensive stance, slowly inching forward to a small pile of rubble that he had overlooked as being to small to bury a person. A light moan could be heard from under the smoldering pile, and regret filled the assassin's eyes. Whoever it was had to die. No survivors. Those were the orders. He had reached the pile, and it was now silent, so with one hand still grasping the handgun, the other carefully and gently lifted the pieces off. Whoever it was had to be very strong to withstand the force of impact, and not to mention very smart, for this was the only section that had been made of wood. The others, according to plan, were buried deep under stone and cement. With a last swift jerk, the man pulled the last of the scorched planks off to reveal…

A boy.

A small helpless boy no older then 2 or 3.

SHIT! No one had told him there would be CHILDREN in this building! The mission review had showed that this would only be a gathering of dangerous men that had to be eliminated from this colony. And he had to die. Kill him. No survivors. Shit. Another slight moan was heard from the young boy, and the man carefully lifted him, and carried him over to a softer landing of dirt. The boy stirred and through a long mop of dark brown hair, his eyes slit open to reveal the most stunning cobalt eyes. They filled with pain and loss as he stared confused around him, and he only turned to face the last person alive on the colony when he heard the almost inaudible click of a gun being cocked. Amazing. He didn't even flinch.

"Hey, kid. What's wrong with you? Rules are rules, and I've gotta kill you tonight. Now. You do understand, right?" The boy just shrugged. Well, reasonable. He had just lost everything, and was probably in a shitload of pain…Couldn't blame him for not caring less about what happened to him. But He tried again.

"Or maybe I'll just leave you here to rot. Would you like that better?" Uncaring blue eyes met hazel/green eyes, and the man found it hard to look away. But he had to go. Had to kill the boy and leave now. He raised the gun again, as he realized he had loosened his grip on it in his previous shock. Sorry Kid. But he couldn't. Couldn't shoot. Couldn't keep the image of another little boy he had loved from his mind. Couldn't keep the image of that child's broken body. Hurt eyes. They lied. They told him no innocents would be involved in this mission. This child had no home because of them. No family. No friends. Just like him.

"Fine!" He picked the child up, mindful not to jerk the poor boy's wrist, which was obviously broken. The child moaned softly, but offered no resistance. "I'm not doing this for you though. I'll probably just ditch you off in some child care home." That hit it. Blue eyes misted over, threatening to spill tears, but they were held back with a sniff. So that was it. That was the child's weakness. He didn't want to be left alone. He found someone he could trust, and he didn't want to be left behind. Again. The young assassin growled. Feeling slightly guilty, he tried to commend himself. "But we have to get you healed, so you sure better get used to being with me for a while." A sigh of relief came from around his shoulder, and a slight weight was rested against his neck. The quick and weak breathing slowed just a little and evened out, and the young boy lost consciousness.

Odin Lowe was furious. In the four days that the young child had been unconscious, he had come to feel better about blowing up the building and every damn soul inside. After stitching, wrapping, and binding the body, the assassin had come to inspect every inch of flesh, and found things that made him sick. They boy sported scar after scar, and bruise after bruise that had not been inflicted by the explosion of the building. How could anyone hurt a child? Especially a child so young as this one. No child deserved to be beaten, and he hoped that the people who had inflicted these marks in the child had been blown to pieces…or ever better…had suffered for hours under the heavy concrete. He had killed many men, woman, and children in his life, and he had regretted most of the lives he had stolen under orders, but never once had he let an innocent being suffer just because he had a bad day. Never. Odin gazed at the child, and as is he knew he was being looked upon, the young boys stirred and half opened those intense Steel blue eyes.

"Hey kid…You've been out a while…" Odin placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, and his anger towards the child's parents intensified when the boy flinched. He didn't know when the last time was that he had shown any emotion other than hate towards another human being. Your getting soft, Lowe… The child only moved slightly, and stared up at the assassin with a slightly confused, but otherwise blank gaze.

"So…Before we do anything, I have to ask you a couple questions…You think you can answer them for me?" The boy only shrugged an aching shoulder, and continued to stare.

"So…Do you know how old you are?" A slight frown crossed those small features, but two chubby fingers were soon raised. Odin Smiled. "What's your name then, kid?…You can call me Odin…I'm Odin Lowe…" Another frown…deeper and deeper…And then…

"I don't know." Wow. So the kid WASN'T a mute. Haha. Score for Lowe…

"How can you not know, kid? It's only going to make things harder." Boy that kid could glare…

"Hn."

"So…you don't remember?" Odin knew he was pressing the kid, but hell, who wouldn't? Looking down again he noticed that the child's eyelids were slipping down, and the strain of staying away was evident on his face. He sighed, but let the child alone.

"Sleep, kid. You need it. I have to go somewhere right now, but I'll make you some food for when you get up. You understand?" A slight nod. As soon as child's face relaxed and his breathing evened out, Odin left the room, careful to lock to door tightly behind him.

All he knew when he first woke up was that his arm HURT and that he was hungry. Where was mommy? He hoped she would be close when daddy got home so that she could protect him when daddy got mad. And then it came back to him. The loud noise. The pain. That man…Odin… Was he a good guy or a bad guy? He had brought him to a comfy place…he must be good. And he said before that he had food…It only took a slight turn to notice the bowl of soup sitting next to him on a table…so hungry…Mommy always told him to be polite when he ate, but hunger ripped at him, and he finished the food in no time, looking for more. He could only use his right arm because SOMEONE had wrapped up his other arm. How mean. Finding no other source of food, he decided to look around. The house was not very large…Nothing like Daddy's house. It had one bedroom, one working room, and a kitchen that connected to a small eating room that he had woken up in. Wandering into the workroom, (because it held the most possessions) he found a desk, with many locked cases around it. It was just like daddy's work room! Before, when daddy had to go on "business trips" and he was left alone in the house without mommy, he used to entertain himself by seeing what codes would unlock the chests. He would memorize them and lock then up again. Sometimes he would leave them unlocked, and when daddy got home, he would change the lock, and it would be more fun finding out what the new code was! Then he would time himself to see how fast he could unlock them. He loved this game. Maybe Odin knew about it too? Maybe there would be treasure in one of the cases! With that thought in mind, he got to work trying to open the cases…

It had been a full hour before he got the code to one of the suitcases. There were no dial locks, not like daddy had, but they had buttons with numbers on them, and they were fun pushing. He couldn't contain his excitement when the light flashed green, and the click of locks opened to reveal…A TOY! It was the one that the man had pointed at him…Daddy had one too! It was loud though, and it made large holes in things…it was the toy daddy said was "only for grownups to use". And now he had one!

Setting his hands, just like daddy did, he switched the safety off almost automatically and pointed the toy at the door…Just in time to point it at the figure in the door way who had just entered.

"Hey, kid! Glad to see that you're up! I was wor…" The words died in the man's mouth as he realized the situation that he was in. The kid would probably miss if he shot, but the safety was off, and his grip was firm. "Hey, kid, put that thing down…That isn't for playing with…" And how on earth did he get it out of the case? Wasn't it locked up?

Kid. He had called him Kid. Odin called him Kid. He didn't remember his name…Everyone had a name. Even his stuffed animals that he had at home had names. And he didn't have a name. Why didn't he have a name? Kid…That would be his name. He didn't need one though…Kid…

Kid lowered the gun as requested…maybe Odin wouldn't be as mad since he did what he wanted…maybe he wouldn't hit him? Kid lowered himself to the ground, his eyes blurry…He hoped Odin would forgive him…

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean it…I'm sorry…Please don't hit me…please don't...Please? I'm sorry…" Boys don't cry. Daddy only hit harder when he cried…

Odin was sick…It hurt to look at the child cowering on the floor in front of him…the gun had long since been dropped. Odin didn't think the kid had really meant to point it at him…He didn't think the child even knew what it was for. Carefully he made his way to the child on the floor who was trying to cover his blurry eyes with a hand.

"I'm sorry…I'm not crying…I'm really not…I'll go…do you want me to go? Please don't hit me…" Kid flinched when the man touched him…but it was not a harsh touch that daddy used. It was soft, and warm. Odin did not smell like daddy did. He didn't smell like that drink that daddy liked so much. He was hardly aware of being picked up along with the gun and set carefully down on the couch once more. He blinked up at the man again, confused.

"Shh…Kid, don't worry…I'm not going to hurt you." Although his face betrayed no emotion, his voice was soft…it sounded so strange to hear his voice like this. He did not want to remember the last time it sounded like that…so loving and caring…

"I'm sorry…" Kid snuggled closer to the man and was soon asleep again.

Cursing himself for leaving the child alone in a gun and explosive-infested house, Odin wandered into the room he worked in, trying to find where he left the gun out. What he found was not what he had expected. The suitcase that enclosed not only the gun, but other materials to maintain the gun was open, with not sign of forced entry. How did the kid manage it? He was so young, and Odin didn't think that by randomly pressing buttons, ANYone could undo the code. He frowned…he and Kid would have to have a little talk about his past life…if he remembered anything of it.

An assassin does not, and cannot have any attachments. Sooner or later people will find out, be they ally or enemy. He had forgotten about the child for the hour that he was finishing some spare work in his office…and an assassin can not afford to forget.

BEEP…BLIP…BEEP…BLIP…BE-

Odin whacked the button on his desk, and immediately a screen was displayed over his wall, with the image of another man, (not a very attractive one at that) who frowned.

"What the hell do you want, J?" Odin was in by no means a good mood.

"You might want to try to be kinder to me, Lowe. After all, I do know a great many people who would LOVE to know that a certain assassin is dead or locked up…" He smirked.

"If you want the damned report, it will arrive tomorrow at 6 sharp."

"Yes, and we also have to talk about your upcoming assignment…that meet with Charles…" J stopped talking as a new figure entered Odin's side of the screen…A little boy…

"Odin…?" Shit…Shitshitshit….

"A new…acquaintance…Lowe? Kill him. He knows to much."

"J…He's just a boy! Let me explain…"

"You better, Lowe, are you will find yourself a VERY dead man."

"Ifound him on my last mission. Family was destroyed in the explosion…I was going to shoot him as orders of no survivors, but I think that he would make a great…experiment…" He glanced down at the child. He hated this. But it was the only way to ensure that the child would live…But Odin knew he had just picked and solidified a terrible life for Kid.

"Explain." Damn you, you cold hearted bastard…damn you to hell.

"He's a great code breaker…broke one of my own codes…can hold a gun and hardly feels pain. I found him with a broken wrist, a couple of cracked ribs, and many bruises and cuts. Evidence of parental abuse." I'll fucking kill you, J, before I let you lay that slimy metal hand on him…

"Fine. We shall discuss this later. Train him what he does not know, and I expect a full report on him and what you have been doing in that time. I expect him to be able to shoot guns, draw knives, and I want him to assassinate 6 people of my choice before I will consider him for my experiments. If he does not qualify in all these areas, I will have him killed, and you reported for defying orders." And with that the screen blinked and went black again.

A/N-I REALLY hope that you liked it so far…PLEASE review with any suggestions or comments… Well, lets just say I've REALLY been wanting to do a story about Heero's Life…lol…for like, ever…it was my first idea for a story, and it took forever to get a good beginning down…If I get enough good reviews I'll continue with his training and so on!I would really like to continue…I'm having fun with this too you know! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! EA-Signing out.