~*~
After convincing security that Heero had a rare sleeping disorder, the two preventers raced to shuttle as fast as they could which was not very fast. For someone who looked light the perfect soldier weighed a lot! Duo had tried to wake him up several times, but he slept like the dead. And Duo remembered that he could sleep even when his music was at its highest volume.
"Damnit Fei! Why do I have to carry him???" the braided boy snapped.
"Because I said so."
"That's not fair! I'm not the one who bored him to death!"
"He's not dead."
"I know that!"
Duo kicked a trash bin and lost his balance; he landed with a THUMP, then Heero fell on him. Wufei put his hand on his mouth to stop himself from cracking up. The braided boy was quite a sight, and on top of all the weird looks from the flight attendants Heero was waking up. The American shot Wufei a pleading look; if Heero had any idea what happened he would freak without a doubt.
"Relena, watashi wa motte iru ushinatta anata ai," his voice was barely above a whisper.
Duo blinked, processing what he had just heard; Heero never spoke fluent Japanese before, ok so he'd speak some words when he was sad or emotion, but never fluent. He had not figured out he wasn't where he went to sleep. It took the perfect solider a couple minutes to finally get it.
"What the hell?!?!?!" Heero looked at Duo, then at Wufei before jumping on to his feet.
The braided boy let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Hehe, Sleeping Heero it's about time you woke up. You weigh a freaking ton man!" Duo grinned as he too rose to his feet.
Heero ignored him. "What did you do to me," he finally said. Prussian blue orbs glared accusingly at the two.
"Nothing, Yuy. It's not my fault you have head trauma," Wufei replied, handing the two female flight attendants the tickets.
They were now on their way back to Earth, and Heero was anxious to get home. Duo of course noticed. An hour later, while Wufei was sleeping the Japanese turned to Duo, who was sitting next him contently watching Shriek.
"Duo?"
"Sup dawg," he turned his full attention to Heero.
"This may sound kind of strange, but what happened?"
Duo blinked. "What do you mean what happened?"
"What I mean is, I'm just gonna flat out say this. How in the name of everything holy did I end up on top of you?!"
"… It was an accident?" he shook his head. "It was a, uh, an accident! You see, I's fell cause was you, then you…yeah." He reviewed what he had just said then nodded his head defiantly.
Heero cocked an eyebrow. "Ok?"
"I don't know how to explain what happened to you!"
"Ok."
The braided boy became angry; why now of all times did Heero have to be so agreeable? It ticked him off that usually argumentative boy didn't go down without a fight or anything, something truly awful had happened to him. Duo sighed, it wasn't worth it and besides he had to make up a little speech to make Mika happy. You see, every time he and Heero went on a mission, he would tell the little blonde a grand story of action and adventure all the great deeds he did, which ironically enough made her father look good.
~*~
The brown-haired woman paced the lobby; the boys would be back from the mission any minute (Duo had called before they went on the shuttle). And Mika was nowhere to be found. She knew the black van fit in the picture, but how? Kidnappers use vans, it deadly obvious someone had a cunning plan and it worked with ease. Une didn't want to be the unlucky one to tell Heero that his five-year-old daughter was kidnapped, probably on her way to her grave. Oh hell no.
"So? Was the mission a success? Really? Wonderful. Oh yeah, Heero. Mika is missing, kidnapped I believe."
Yeah, he'd like the sound of that. Not. Lady Une dreaded to think what would happen. She had a glimpse of the license plate before the van speeded away, and so she called her old friend Jennifer Leave, an FBI agent, to see whom the van belonged to and if it was stolen. The results would come in soon. Une sat on the floor and sighed, too much suspense. The other two ex- gundam pilots were okay, so that was a minor relief but she had to raise her own daughter and had no desire to die for losing Heero's.
Ten minutes later, the lobby doors opened revealing three shadows. The one in the middle with a long braid glanced around, tried to walk but instead ended up kissing the ground. The boy on the right shook his head muttering something about bakas.
"Duo, you baka get up. Your in the presence of a lady," he sneered.
Duo jumped to his and giggled nervously. "Sup, Lady Une!"
Lady Une nodded to them, she was just about to say hello but then the phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Une, I got the info you wanted," said the woman on the other line.
Lady Une let out a sigh of relief, the three boys looked at each other. "Great, shoot."
"K, your minivan is a fairly new model 2003. Dodge. It was bought by a man by the name of Michael Lowe or Freeman dunno which; middle age, divorced. Blonde hair, green eyes, strong jaw. No criminal record."
"Damn, all I wanted was the vehicle records! Not a biography!" Une exclaimed, confusing the boys even more.
Jennifer laughed. "In case you haven't noticed I looked in to this. His type don't commit crimes, they tend to stay within the boundaries. I find it quite odd, that he runaway from home when he was about 14. His only living relative is Odin Lowe Jr. step-brother, but the bizarre thing is Odin has been missing for over 15 years."
Une didn't respond right away; this was the kind of information that took even the most skilled detective years to find but she had it in hours. "Really, which was the oldest?"
"Um," sounds of furious typing was heard. "I'm pretty sure Odin Lowe Jr. is…"
"Oh my God!" the brunette exclaimed. "Odin Lowe was the man who killed Heero Yuy!"
Duo and Wufei looked at each other; how come no one ever told them anything like this? And why is being revealed now?
"Heero, did ya hear that?" Duo asked.
Only silence met his ears. The boy turned around to see nothing, no Heero.
"Heero?? I know you're anxious to see Mika but she's probably at Q's!"
Nothing. Une slowly turned her attention to them, the phone slipping out of her hand. She muttered a quick goodbye, and hung up. Without saying a word, she raced to the elevators the two boys close behind.
When they reached the fifth floor, Une went to the missing boy's office; the door was part way open. They could hear cursing coming from inside. Duo peered inside, Wufei gazing up behind him and Une below him. The place was a mess; papers everywhere, the file cabinet's open, and a single bullet hole in the picture of Heero and Mika. The perfect soldier was leaning on the desk, reading and rereading a note, shaking his head.
"That goddamn son of a bitch. Son of a bitch, that goddamn son of a bitch…." Heero slammed his fist on the desk for the hundredth time.
"Heero, I have a confession to make," Une brushed dust off her navy blouse and skirt.
"Not now, I have some unfinished business to attend to."
"Yes now, you listen to me I am your superior so you will listen to what I've got to say," Lady Une growled.
"No, I'm sorry but no. I know you are my superior, but I've got to stop him before anymore innocents lose their lives," Heero said sadly, the thought of fighting erupted mixed emotions within him.
"If you are truly sorry, you will sit and listen. No questions asked."
"I am truly sorry, but, but…." Prussian blue orbs lit with new found emotion. "He has my daughter and I will get her back whether you like it or not, Une."
With that said, Heero calmly walked out of the room leaving the others in a shocked silence.
"Heero, what I was going to say was sorry, sorry for leaving Mika unprotected," she whispered.
"What? Let me get this straight, you lost Yuy's kid. And he thinks it was one of his enemies that stole her? You are very strange people," Wufei shook his head.
Curiosity overriding his senses, Duo looked at the paper and suddenly understood why Heero was so upset.
It read: Dear Heero Yuy;
What a surprise to see you again, I know you must be shocked to hear from me. You thought you could run from me, my dear naïve little brother, but you were wrong. You're not as smart as you seem, your no machine. They say war makes a man hard and cold, but what about a boy? My niece was most surprised to know her daddy had faults, as was I, and probably everyone who reads this note. I have taken the little angel with me, she'll come back to you again, I cannot give you any guarantees she'll come back in one piece though. You know if mother were here, she wouldn't be too pleased to know your raising a child and not married, but then again she wouldn't be happy to know you're still alive either. That doctor, the one cursed your once innocent mind, can't help you no more, brother, neither can father either. If you wish to see your daughter again you will meet me here, on Earth, (I know space is your specialty, so Earth is better). In France, more specially the village of Montmartre in the outskirts of Paris. Historic home of Moulin Rouge. If I know you well enough, you're probably rushing to the nearest airport, losing your wallet and keys in the process.
Duo sweat dropped, that was exactly what Heero was doing. Same things never change. How ironic.
Hehe. If I know you correctly, you haven't even read this part. See the part about Paris and run, I know you too well, baka. I will be seeing you in Montmartre, brother; I know I can count on that.
Sincerely,
1
The odd thing was there was no signature; maybe there were some prints on it so it's writer could be traced. The note was both childish and longing as it was angry and cunning. And as the writer had said, Heero did not read the rest. On impulse Duo grabbed it and raced after him.
After convincing security that Heero had a rare sleeping disorder, the two preventers raced to shuttle as fast as they could which was not very fast. For someone who looked light the perfect soldier weighed a lot! Duo had tried to wake him up several times, but he slept like the dead. And Duo remembered that he could sleep even when his music was at its highest volume.
"Damnit Fei! Why do I have to carry him???" the braided boy snapped.
"Because I said so."
"That's not fair! I'm not the one who bored him to death!"
"He's not dead."
"I know that!"
Duo kicked a trash bin and lost his balance; he landed with a THUMP, then Heero fell on him. Wufei put his hand on his mouth to stop himself from cracking up. The braided boy was quite a sight, and on top of all the weird looks from the flight attendants Heero was waking up. The American shot Wufei a pleading look; if Heero had any idea what happened he would freak without a doubt.
"Relena, watashi wa motte iru ushinatta anata ai," his voice was barely above a whisper.
Duo blinked, processing what he had just heard; Heero never spoke fluent Japanese before, ok so he'd speak some words when he was sad or emotion, but never fluent. He had not figured out he wasn't where he went to sleep. It took the perfect solider a couple minutes to finally get it.
"What the hell?!?!?!" Heero looked at Duo, then at Wufei before jumping on to his feet.
The braided boy let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Hehe, Sleeping Heero it's about time you woke up. You weigh a freaking ton man!" Duo grinned as he too rose to his feet.
Heero ignored him. "What did you do to me," he finally said. Prussian blue orbs glared accusingly at the two.
"Nothing, Yuy. It's not my fault you have head trauma," Wufei replied, handing the two female flight attendants the tickets.
They were now on their way back to Earth, and Heero was anxious to get home. Duo of course noticed. An hour later, while Wufei was sleeping the Japanese turned to Duo, who was sitting next him contently watching Shriek.
"Duo?"
"Sup dawg," he turned his full attention to Heero.
"This may sound kind of strange, but what happened?"
Duo blinked. "What do you mean what happened?"
"What I mean is, I'm just gonna flat out say this. How in the name of everything holy did I end up on top of you?!"
"… It was an accident?" he shook his head. "It was a, uh, an accident! You see, I's fell cause was you, then you…yeah." He reviewed what he had just said then nodded his head defiantly.
Heero cocked an eyebrow. "Ok?"
"I don't know how to explain what happened to you!"
"Ok."
The braided boy became angry; why now of all times did Heero have to be so agreeable? It ticked him off that usually argumentative boy didn't go down without a fight or anything, something truly awful had happened to him. Duo sighed, it wasn't worth it and besides he had to make up a little speech to make Mika happy. You see, every time he and Heero went on a mission, he would tell the little blonde a grand story of action and adventure all the great deeds he did, which ironically enough made her father look good.
~*~
The brown-haired woman paced the lobby; the boys would be back from the mission any minute (Duo had called before they went on the shuttle). And Mika was nowhere to be found. She knew the black van fit in the picture, but how? Kidnappers use vans, it deadly obvious someone had a cunning plan and it worked with ease. Une didn't want to be the unlucky one to tell Heero that his five-year-old daughter was kidnapped, probably on her way to her grave. Oh hell no.
"So? Was the mission a success? Really? Wonderful. Oh yeah, Heero. Mika is missing, kidnapped I believe."
Yeah, he'd like the sound of that. Not. Lady Une dreaded to think what would happen. She had a glimpse of the license plate before the van speeded away, and so she called her old friend Jennifer Leave, an FBI agent, to see whom the van belonged to and if it was stolen. The results would come in soon. Une sat on the floor and sighed, too much suspense. The other two ex- gundam pilots were okay, so that was a minor relief but she had to raise her own daughter and had no desire to die for losing Heero's.
Ten minutes later, the lobby doors opened revealing three shadows. The one in the middle with a long braid glanced around, tried to walk but instead ended up kissing the ground. The boy on the right shook his head muttering something about bakas.
"Duo, you baka get up. Your in the presence of a lady," he sneered.
Duo jumped to his and giggled nervously. "Sup, Lady Une!"
Lady Une nodded to them, she was just about to say hello but then the phone rang.
"Yeah?"
"Une, I got the info you wanted," said the woman on the other line.
Lady Une let out a sigh of relief, the three boys looked at each other. "Great, shoot."
"K, your minivan is a fairly new model 2003. Dodge. It was bought by a man by the name of Michael Lowe or Freeman dunno which; middle age, divorced. Blonde hair, green eyes, strong jaw. No criminal record."
"Damn, all I wanted was the vehicle records! Not a biography!" Une exclaimed, confusing the boys even more.
Jennifer laughed. "In case you haven't noticed I looked in to this. His type don't commit crimes, they tend to stay within the boundaries. I find it quite odd, that he runaway from home when he was about 14. His only living relative is Odin Lowe Jr. step-brother, but the bizarre thing is Odin has been missing for over 15 years."
Une didn't respond right away; this was the kind of information that took even the most skilled detective years to find but she had it in hours. "Really, which was the oldest?"
"Um," sounds of furious typing was heard. "I'm pretty sure Odin Lowe Jr. is…"
"Oh my God!" the brunette exclaimed. "Odin Lowe was the man who killed Heero Yuy!"
Duo and Wufei looked at each other; how come no one ever told them anything like this? And why is being revealed now?
"Heero, did ya hear that?" Duo asked.
Only silence met his ears. The boy turned around to see nothing, no Heero.
"Heero?? I know you're anxious to see Mika but she's probably at Q's!"
Nothing. Une slowly turned her attention to them, the phone slipping out of her hand. She muttered a quick goodbye, and hung up. Without saying a word, she raced to the elevators the two boys close behind.
When they reached the fifth floor, Une went to the missing boy's office; the door was part way open. They could hear cursing coming from inside. Duo peered inside, Wufei gazing up behind him and Une below him. The place was a mess; papers everywhere, the file cabinet's open, and a single bullet hole in the picture of Heero and Mika. The perfect soldier was leaning on the desk, reading and rereading a note, shaking his head.
"That goddamn son of a bitch. Son of a bitch, that goddamn son of a bitch…." Heero slammed his fist on the desk for the hundredth time.
"Heero, I have a confession to make," Une brushed dust off her navy blouse and skirt.
"Not now, I have some unfinished business to attend to."
"Yes now, you listen to me I am your superior so you will listen to what I've got to say," Lady Une growled.
"No, I'm sorry but no. I know you are my superior, but I've got to stop him before anymore innocents lose their lives," Heero said sadly, the thought of fighting erupted mixed emotions within him.
"If you are truly sorry, you will sit and listen. No questions asked."
"I am truly sorry, but, but…." Prussian blue orbs lit with new found emotion. "He has my daughter and I will get her back whether you like it or not, Une."
With that said, Heero calmly walked out of the room leaving the others in a shocked silence.
"Heero, what I was going to say was sorry, sorry for leaving Mika unprotected," she whispered.
"What? Let me get this straight, you lost Yuy's kid. And he thinks it was one of his enemies that stole her? You are very strange people," Wufei shook his head.
Curiosity overriding his senses, Duo looked at the paper and suddenly understood why Heero was so upset.
It read: Dear Heero Yuy;
What a surprise to see you again, I know you must be shocked to hear from me. You thought you could run from me, my dear naïve little brother, but you were wrong. You're not as smart as you seem, your no machine. They say war makes a man hard and cold, but what about a boy? My niece was most surprised to know her daddy had faults, as was I, and probably everyone who reads this note. I have taken the little angel with me, she'll come back to you again, I cannot give you any guarantees she'll come back in one piece though. You know if mother were here, she wouldn't be too pleased to know your raising a child and not married, but then again she wouldn't be happy to know you're still alive either. That doctor, the one cursed your once innocent mind, can't help you no more, brother, neither can father either. If you wish to see your daughter again you will meet me here, on Earth, (I know space is your specialty, so Earth is better). In France, more specially the village of Montmartre in the outskirts of Paris. Historic home of Moulin Rouge. If I know you well enough, you're probably rushing to the nearest airport, losing your wallet and keys in the process.
Duo sweat dropped, that was exactly what Heero was doing. Same things never change. How ironic.
Hehe. If I know you correctly, you haven't even read this part. See the part about Paris and run, I know you too well, baka. I will be seeing you in Montmartre, brother; I know I can count on that.
Sincerely,
1
The odd thing was there was no signature; maybe there were some prints on it so it's writer could be traced. The note was both childish and longing as it was angry and cunning. And as the writer had said, Heero did not read the rest. On impulse Duo grabbed it and raced after him.