Sakura Time-line Snippets

Author's note: These are snippets from the Sakura Time-line, an extensive possible future I created for Gundam Wing (see also my story Memory Glitch). Heero Yuy no longer uses his code name, but his birth name - Odin Lowe Jr; however, I thought it would be confusing to use Odin as his proper pronoun.

Disclaimer: I am a poor. I do not own Gundam Wing. Don't sue me.


Bedtime Story: Aunt Mary the Super Kid

Sakura Lowe, Odin Lowe Jr.'s (Heero's) oldest daughter, telling her son a story.

"Tell me a story," a black-haired violet-eyed boy asked as he crawled into his bed.

"What kind of story would you like?" asked his mother, bringing the sheet and comforter up to his chest and smoothing the wrinkles out with her palms.

The little boy bit his bottom lip. "A good story, a real one, but not a Gundam story. Only grandpas can tell good Gundam stories."

His mother nodded in agreement about Gundam stories and sat down on the bed beside her son's legs. She thought for a moment, tucking her golden hair behind her ears. "I know a real story you'll enjoy. It's about your Aunt as a little girl. She wa—"

"You forgot the beginning!"

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'll start over.

"Once upon a time, there was a young girl. Her name was Mary. She had mossy brown hair that fell in wide curls down to the small of her back and deep Prussian blue eyes that bore into one's soul. Her father had the same eyes. They looked quite the pair walking through the airport, returning from something on some colony-"

"How old was she?" asked her son.

"She, oh, Mary was seven years old. Which means that I was fourteen."

"You weren't with them?"

"I was studying. I wanted to get into college by the age of sixteen."

"Smartypants," the boy whispered. His mother ignored him.

"Where was I...Mary had always been well behaved for her father. There was no precedent, no reason, for him to fear that she would wander away. So, he let go of her hand in order to carry their luggage."

The little boy blinked. "The servant didn't carry it? Oh—Grandpa Odin doesn't like to use servants."

"No, he doesn't. Do you know what distracted your Aunt? A pink princess dress with sparkles. (Don't tell her I told you.) It hung in one of the store windows at the airport's plaza. Your grandpa didn't notice she had stopped and continued briskly towards the exit where the limo waited. Someone else noticed, a short, balding man. He recognized Mary from the pictures they put on the TV—or he hoped he recognized her. Either way, he was the kind of man to take advantage of lost little girls."

"He tried to sneak up behind her didn't he? It must've hurt."

"He followed her, but did not make a move to grab her. He was in a populated area, after all. Soon, Mary realized her father was missing. Seven year olds are short, as you well know, and the world is meant for tall people. Mary could not see anything but feet, legs, and hips, and none of them looked familiar. She made towards an exit at the opposite side of the plaza. It was the wrong one, for no limo was outside."

"The man had a car there. He pushed her into it, right?"

"A car was not there, but neither were other people. What happened next I am unsure; the man knocked Mary out and left with her without arising anyone's suspicions. Perhaps, he called an accomplice to bring over a car or cradled her like she was his own sleeping child and walked her to his vehicle in the parking lot. What we know is, three hours later, a ransom note appeared at the Dorlin residence."

"Had Grandpa gone ballipstic?"

"Ba-lli-stic. I suspect he did. It's hard to know what he's feeling; he doesn't show it on the outside. But, he would not rest until the Preventer organization had a probable location. The mission was intense, even Wufei joined."

"Is it going to get bloody now," the little boy bounced with excitement.

"Hold your horses. Now, they reached the abandoned motel, determined which room and—guess what happened when Wufei went to kick open the door?"

"What?"

His mother paused for suspense. "The door opened from the inside, and Wufei fell flat on his face."

The little boy laughed, tears welling up in his violet eyes. He took a moment to catch his breath before asking, "Who opened the door?"

"Mary opened the door, breathing heavily with her hair and clothes disheveled."

"But, Mom, Aunt Mary was kidnapped."

"Was. They had even tied her up to a chair. But when one of them tried to touch her, she broke free. After she opened the door to see her "rescuers", Mary leaped into her fathers' arms. In side the room, they found three adult men unconscious and bleeding. And on the ceiling, according to your grandpa, was a child's size 12 shoe print."

"Super Mary!"

"I think that was a poor story to get you to sleep." Sakura kissed her son on the forehead and ruffled up his unruly, black hair before moving to the door.

"Good night, mama," the little boy sing-songed as he snuggled his cheek into his pale yellow pillow.

She flicked off the lights. "Sweet dreams, Heero." Emphasis on the rolling 'r'.