He grinned to himself; he had made it to Paris with no trouble, no one
bothered to ask about the girl. One thing he had forgotten to put on the
note was where and when, oh well, that'd be Heero's problem. History had
always fascinated him, the Moulin Rouge was calling him, begging to be
explored. He was not sure if it was still running, but it is a part of
history! Who wouldn't want to explore? He had a plan; he had to convince
Mika that he was a nice man, her uncle who caught her by surprise.
"Honey, it's me your Uncle," he said softly for the millionth time.
She shook her head. "Daddy never told me about you, he never talked about his family mister. So I don't believe you."
"Your daddy is coming, he wanted me to take you here to meet him," he lied. It was the other way around, he wanted Heero to pay for what he did when he was just the age of 6.
Her blue eyes lit up. "Daddy's coming?? Yay!"
"Do you believe me now?"
"Uh huh! Mister. I'll call you Uncle Mister!" she grinned, and he suddenly felt glad.
Something told the little girl this man could not be trusted, but when she had heard Heero was coming she was overjoyed. But she would have to be cautious and play along with the strange man's game.
"Ok, M-mika. Do you like exploring?" the damn windmill was still calling. Actually, the entire historic village was calling not to mention Paris.
Mister could easily take her to Paris, and his younger step-brother would be searching the village like a hunting dog. It was funny how he never really knew or understood his younger step-brother, but he knew his behavior perfectly.
Mika bounced up and down, it sounded like so much fun. And to think, she thought the man was bad, she couldn't wait to see her daddy. "Yeah! Let's go!" she paused. "Where are we going?"
"The Moulin Rouge," he replied.
"Dah Moolan Roouge? What's that?" the little girl blinked.
He laughed. "The Moulin Rouge is a very old building, where very beautiful women worked in the late nineteenth century, up until recent times too."
"Oh," she had no idea what the heck he was talking about. But the adventure was a calling.
~*~
The perfect solider shifted in his seat, right now he was anything but perfect. He had no idea what was instored for him, but he was going to get Mika back by all means necessary. Duo had gotten a last minute ticket on the flight, he didn't even pack anything he had just went straight to his car and to the airport, which coincidentally was next to his best friend. But Heero did not even notice him.
"Heero?? Look at this! You didn't read it!" Duo pleaded.
Heero blinked, and to his surprise the braided wonder was there. "What? How did you get here?"
Duo groaned. "I've been next to you the entire flight, who's the baka now?"
"What didn't I read?" he asked in annoyance.
Duo got the note out of his pocket and shoved into his companion's face. "Read the bottom paragraph."
Heero did so, and never felt so stupid in his life. He had been pawned, the guy who wrote the note obviously knew him very well. He shook his head and let out a defeated sigh. "I'm not quite sure who this guy is, but nothing in hell gives him the right to kidnap Mika and take her to Paris!" he growled.
"You're telling me, Heero I didn't know you had a brother."
Heero was thoughtful; he couldn't remember anything before Doctor J. But the Dr. had revealed to him a little about his past, if only he could remember what it was. "I don't remember anything before my training, you have to understand that."
Duo was a little surprised; Mr. Perfect-Soldier-With-An-Even-Perfecter- Memory couldn't remember his own family? Who's he to talk anyways, it's not like he remembered his parents. Once again the two were on the same ship, only Heero was to blind to notice.
"I understand, man. It's just wow, and what Une was talkin' about on the phone! Coincidence? She obviously knows more about this than you do, buddy," Duo said, it was like a puzzle: all these different pieces were coming together, the puzzle was almost finished but the important pieces were still missing.
The woman sitting in front of them was quite intrigued by their conversation. //Man, I wish I was apart of that!// the brown haired 18 year old thought. One of them sounded so familiar but she didn't want to make a fool out of herself by confronting them, no that was out of the question.
"Yeah, damnit! I wish I could remember," Heero rubbed his head and winced, it hurt so badly but he wasn't about to give in. Mika needed him, and nothing was going to stop to him from going to her.
"Are you okay?" Duo asked worriedly. His friend's behavior was freaking him out; Heero was obviously worried and very angry not to mention he was still recovering from his wounds.
"I don't know," Heero whispered.
*~*
Wufei typed furiously on the keyboard of his desktop PC, looking for any information about the kidnapper. He had to admit he was worried; the little girl had stolen his heart. While Lady Une called her daughter and told her exactly what happened, afterwards she called Jennifer. Maybe the FBI could help, the Preventers HQ was in America so it made perfect sense if the government
"Can you have someone contact the French government?" she was saying.
"I'll get Roofus," the sound of a phone being picked up. "Roofus! Contact the French Government and tell them that someone who came in from an American flight has kidnapped a little girl from the States, if you need anything get either me or Preventer Trowa Barton, who is from France." With that she hung up.
"Trowa?" Une asked confused.
"Yes, Mr. Barton is French I figure he can help us since he's seen the girl," Jennifer replied, matter-of-factly.
"Oh."
Just then Une heard a shout from the only other person in the building, Chang Wufei. She placed the call on hold and raced to the Chinese boy's office.
"What is Wufei??" she asked, breathlessly. Her brown hair flew into her face.
"I've got something," he replied.
"You better have, I have an important call on hold for this."
"Calm down onna, trust me it is," he motioned for her to look at the screen.
There was a picture of a man with bright, green eyes with something evil about them, he had dirty blonde hair that neatly comb nothing like Heero's messy brown hair that had probably never seen a brush. He had tan skin, typical California tan, she thought. The man looked none too happy, probably had a hard life. Under the picture there were text that read:
Michael Freeman, stepson of the infamous Odin Lowe for a span of two years. Changed his last name to his father's, ran away from home at the age of 14 the same year Lowe was killed, and Odin Lowe Jr. was kidnapped, who was 6 years old at the time. Married at the age of 25 to America Andrews and divorced three years later.
"I heard a rumor that Heero was the son of Lowe," Une said quietly.
"You too?" Wufei looked at her curiously, everyone in the office had heard the same rumor. Everyone but Heero, who was probably to focused with work to know or even care. "But I think we'll never know if it's only rumor or if it true."
It always amazed Wufei for someone so talented to be so one track minded. Une nodded at the computer and went back to the main room where the phone was waiting.
"The clock is ticking, Nataku. We do not know whether this man is just plain crazy or if he plans to kill her to get back at Yuy."
"Honey, it's me your Uncle," he said softly for the millionth time.
She shook her head. "Daddy never told me about you, he never talked about his family mister. So I don't believe you."
"Your daddy is coming, he wanted me to take you here to meet him," he lied. It was the other way around, he wanted Heero to pay for what he did when he was just the age of 6.
Her blue eyes lit up. "Daddy's coming?? Yay!"
"Do you believe me now?"
"Uh huh! Mister. I'll call you Uncle Mister!" she grinned, and he suddenly felt glad.
Something told the little girl this man could not be trusted, but when she had heard Heero was coming she was overjoyed. But she would have to be cautious and play along with the strange man's game.
"Ok, M-mika. Do you like exploring?" the damn windmill was still calling. Actually, the entire historic village was calling not to mention Paris.
Mister could easily take her to Paris, and his younger step-brother would be searching the village like a hunting dog. It was funny how he never really knew or understood his younger step-brother, but he knew his behavior perfectly.
Mika bounced up and down, it sounded like so much fun. And to think, she thought the man was bad, she couldn't wait to see her daddy. "Yeah! Let's go!" she paused. "Where are we going?"
"The Moulin Rouge," he replied.
"Dah Moolan Roouge? What's that?" the little girl blinked.
He laughed. "The Moulin Rouge is a very old building, where very beautiful women worked in the late nineteenth century, up until recent times too."
"Oh," she had no idea what the heck he was talking about. But the adventure was a calling.
~*~
The perfect solider shifted in his seat, right now he was anything but perfect. He had no idea what was instored for him, but he was going to get Mika back by all means necessary. Duo had gotten a last minute ticket on the flight, he didn't even pack anything he had just went straight to his car and to the airport, which coincidentally was next to his best friend. But Heero did not even notice him.
"Heero?? Look at this! You didn't read it!" Duo pleaded.
Heero blinked, and to his surprise the braided wonder was there. "What? How did you get here?"
Duo groaned. "I've been next to you the entire flight, who's the baka now?"
"What didn't I read?" he asked in annoyance.
Duo got the note out of his pocket and shoved into his companion's face. "Read the bottom paragraph."
Heero did so, and never felt so stupid in his life. He had been pawned, the guy who wrote the note obviously knew him very well. He shook his head and let out a defeated sigh. "I'm not quite sure who this guy is, but nothing in hell gives him the right to kidnap Mika and take her to Paris!" he growled.
"You're telling me, Heero I didn't know you had a brother."
Heero was thoughtful; he couldn't remember anything before Doctor J. But the Dr. had revealed to him a little about his past, if only he could remember what it was. "I don't remember anything before my training, you have to understand that."
Duo was a little surprised; Mr. Perfect-Soldier-With-An-Even-Perfecter- Memory couldn't remember his own family? Who's he to talk anyways, it's not like he remembered his parents. Once again the two were on the same ship, only Heero was to blind to notice.
"I understand, man. It's just wow, and what Une was talkin' about on the phone! Coincidence? She obviously knows more about this than you do, buddy," Duo said, it was like a puzzle: all these different pieces were coming together, the puzzle was almost finished but the important pieces were still missing.
The woman sitting in front of them was quite intrigued by their conversation. //Man, I wish I was apart of that!// the brown haired 18 year old thought. One of them sounded so familiar but she didn't want to make a fool out of herself by confronting them, no that was out of the question.
"Yeah, damnit! I wish I could remember," Heero rubbed his head and winced, it hurt so badly but he wasn't about to give in. Mika needed him, and nothing was going to stop to him from going to her.
"Are you okay?" Duo asked worriedly. His friend's behavior was freaking him out; Heero was obviously worried and very angry not to mention he was still recovering from his wounds.
"I don't know," Heero whispered.
*~*
Wufei typed furiously on the keyboard of his desktop PC, looking for any information about the kidnapper. He had to admit he was worried; the little girl had stolen his heart. While Lady Une called her daughter and told her exactly what happened, afterwards she called Jennifer. Maybe the FBI could help, the Preventers HQ was in America so it made perfect sense if the government
"Can you have someone contact the French government?" she was saying.
"I'll get Roofus," the sound of a phone being picked up. "Roofus! Contact the French Government and tell them that someone who came in from an American flight has kidnapped a little girl from the States, if you need anything get either me or Preventer Trowa Barton, who is from France." With that she hung up.
"Trowa?" Une asked confused.
"Yes, Mr. Barton is French I figure he can help us since he's seen the girl," Jennifer replied, matter-of-factly.
"Oh."
Just then Une heard a shout from the only other person in the building, Chang Wufei. She placed the call on hold and raced to the Chinese boy's office.
"What is Wufei??" she asked, breathlessly. Her brown hair flew into her face.
"I've got something," he replied.
"You better have, I have an important call on hold for this."
"Calm down onna, trust me it is," he motioned for her to look at the screen.
There was a picture of a man with bright, green eyes with something evil about them, he had dirty blonde hair that neatly comb nothing like Heero's messy brown hair that had probably never seen a brush. He had tan skin, typical California tan, she thought. The man looked none too happy, probably had a hard life. Under the picture there were text that read:
Michael Freeman, stepson of the infamous Odin Lowe for a span of two years. Changed his last name to his father's, ran away from home at the age of 14 the same year Lowe was killed, and Odin Lowe Jr. was kidnapped, who was 6 years old at the time. Married at the age of 25 to America Andrews and divorced three years later.
"I heard a rumor that Heero was the son of Lowe," Une said quietly.
"You too?" Wufei looked at her curiously, everyone in the office had heard the same rumor. Everyone but Heero, who was probably to focused with work to know or even care. "But I think we'll never know if it's only rumor or if it true."
It always amazed Wufei for someone so talented to be so one track minded. Une nodded at the computer and went back to the main room where the phone was waiting.
"The clock is ticking, Nataku. We do not know whether this man is just plain crazy or if he plans to kill her to get back at Yuy."