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Moments Earlier...
"Would you like a flower? What's your name?"
She had spoken it so plainly, so much out of the blue he had been actually caught off guard. Heero normally was not confronted on his rare occurrences of "spare time", but in his abstract meditation, she and that young little canine had appeared as quietly like a mere pollen in the air; small, outstretched hand offering the crippled gift and words asking more questions before they could be answered.
He had taken it, the withered and dying dandelion, which at the time was a fiery and lively shade of yellow, reminding him of the vibrant colours of the setting sun. Normally, he would be disgusted at such an offering, the useless gift of a common weed, practically not even worthy to be discerned as a flower in the first place. But his distaste was not made obvious at the time, or possibly it was just non-existent. Without hesitance, Heero's rough and adolescent hands had taken the flower, still weak and looping over his fingers, from the strange little girl wandering alone in the outskirts of the colony for reasons he did not know.
"Yuy Heero," he had answered properly, almost callously. It was his way of speech, one that went with an ere of high rank and superiority. Even the strength within his voice could easily assert that he went without weakness.
But it seemed at that moment; Heero Yuy learned that young dogs and young girls do not qualify as subjects to figures of authority or respect. She had simply sat by him without his regarded permission, large church dress fluffing outwards and eager blue eyes nearly bouncing under the shade of her oversized straw hat – a strange combination of old fashioned clichés amidst the backdrop of a modern age. The Golden Retriever pup had lain caressed caringly within her small arms, uncomplaining to the tight embrace.
"Heero as in a 'hero'?" She had asked amused, leaning towards him with a gleaming smile. Her teeth were not quite perfect to such an already nearly perfected face, just contributing the confirmation of her unquestionable youth.
He had not replied, thinking he did not have a reply to such an uncommon inquiry. Heero did not want to think up a reply either, knowing that in a few hours he would have a mission here, one that needed plenty of pre-planning and analyzing. It was one of the things he would do when he found time to spare: think. Heero was trained to think, to plan and to strategize. This girl did none of these things. At such an infantile age, she danced on the whim of happenings, neither planning nor anticipating –just living. It was a careless way of life Heero Yuy could not familiarize with.¤°§ ¤ § § ¤ § § ¤ §°¤
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