~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Relena sighed as she sat down onto the leather chair in Heero's office; she had spent the last two hours cleaning it up. She had all this energy and could do nothing to help so she resorted to cleaning. Her woman's intuition told her she should flown to Paris, but Relena refused. Having nothing left to do, the blonde thought about Wufei and Sally's behavior, when they stopped by before she started her cleaning spree. They were so guarded when they told her to wait for Heero to come back and tell him that he was needed in space.
"I tried to call his cell but he isn't responding, and according to the news he is starting a riot right in front of the Eiffel Tower! Since no one understands English, he's safe for the moment. He has the man whom he believes kidnapped Mika at gunpoint, and he seems to have completely lost touch with reality. I don't want to tell him he has to go to L-1 and explain to the people about the events he probably not does even remember," the blonde had explained, twirling her braid.
Relena just did not understand. Why were they acting so strange? "What do you mean? Heero promised me he would not kill again, and he would never lie to me," Relena had said.
Wufei had shook his head, it had been obvious they were in a rush and she was wasting their time. "That is true, he adores you. But you must understand, the boy holding the gun at the assholes head is really Odin Lowe Jr. a scared and confused child who never had the chance to be a kid."
With that the two vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. Relena was so confused, who was this Odin Lowe Jr.? She knew Heero Yuy was not his real name and had originally wondered if he knew it himself. Maybe she was wrong.
"Oh Heero, Odin or who ever you are, please come back to me and my Mika too."
*~*~*~*~*~*
It felt worse than a blow to the stomach, the pain of not knowing who you are and who your family was; Heero slowly fell to his knees, his eyes still locked with Michaels. He had never hurt so much in his life; he hurt both inside and out. Heero wanted to shoot him to shut him up, but a woman's angelic voice would not let him.
"Heero you promised me you would not kill again, please," the voice pleaded eerily, echoing in his head.
"Do you want to know Odin?" Michael sneered.
"What I want to know is what gives you the right to waltz around like you own the damn place."
Michael was a bit surprised; he wasn't expecting that, he thought he had found a weak spot. He wasn't the only one. The brown-haired man in the gray cloak glanced around before stepping forward.
"Where is Zero?" he asked quietly but firmly.
Heero frowned before answering. "Zero is someplace safe," he replied without turning around.
The emerald-eyed youth was surprised, and his one visible eye showed it. "What? Heero are you saying Zero is not with the others?" by others he meant the other gundam, which were sent into the sun for the second time after the Mariemaea incident.
The wing pilot was thoughtful. "Yeah, that is what I'm saying.er I think.."
Heero was curious to see who was questioning him; he turned and saw none other than Trowa Barton. "T-Trowa?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mika crossed her arms indignantly while Preventer Julia Ann Marie tried to sweet talk her to come to a little shop.
"Nah uh! I am not moving until I see my daddy," she stuck her nose up in the air and tapped her foot impatiently.
For a five year old Mika had the patience level that could match Wufei's if not Heero's first. Julia had her hands full, plus she wasn't even supposed to be 'babysitting' she was called onto the scene to help Preventer Barton but no she had to owe Duo Maxwell a favor. She knew she shouldn't have let him take her out for drinks two months ago, something told her it would come back to haunt her.and it did.
"Your daddy is fine I saw him myself!"
"No you didn't."
Julia was shocked. // How did she know I didn't see him? Maybe she's not as dumb as she looks. // She would have to think up another approach, no wonder Duo wanted to get rid of her so badly girl had bite!
"How do you know? I was the one who filled um, you Uncle Duo in on everything so I would have to know wouldn't I? C'mon, just look at those shops!! Their calling!!" Julia said cheerfully, all the while thinking 'I'm going to kill him!! Kill him!! Duo is as good as dead! I'll kill him!'.
Mika was thoughtful, her innocence returning. She smiled and nodded; her blonde locks bouncing with the tilt of her head. "Sound's like fun!"
Julia had to fight to keep her jaw from falling straight to the ground she was so surprised. Never in all her 24 years had she seen someone's personality change so suddenly. But if she showed her surprise the evil Mika might take that as a qu and come back now Julia wouldn't want that to happen right? Right.
"C'mon Mika it'll be fun and you dad is gonna feel the burn, of his credit card that is," she added quietly with a smirk.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"T-Trowa? What the??" Heero asked, wide-eyed.
It was Trowa's turn to frown; Heero's eyes weren't full of life like they usually were, they looked gold almost. The way they were when he was in the Zero system, that was exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe the Zero system had some side-effect but if it did Quatre would be the first to show signs, not unless Heero..
"Put the gun down Heero, put it down. I know that man did something very bad but you are very sick and we need to get you some medical attention. You have a broken leg, a concussion at the least and afterwards you're going to get Wing Zero okay?" Trowa asked gently.
"No, I'm not going anywhere. You'd think I know if I had a broken leg, a concussion and all that other crap you were talking about just ask the braided baka," he folded his arms across his chest indignantly.
"Where is Duo?"
Heero shrugged. "Don't think just because I have my back to you that I can't kill you, move and die." He blinked, another one of those damn rules he was taught was broken!
He whirled around so he could see his prisoner, and promptly panted. "See what I mean?"
Trowa walked beside Heero and faced Michael. "Heero is not himself, he needs to go and get help but he's not going to."
"Damn straight."
"You mean he usually is the way he was a couple hours ago? Sane?" Michael looked at the silent warrior for help.
He nodded while Heero looked offended.
'WHAT?? I'm not INSANE!!" he shrieked.
Trowa gave him a look like "Not insane, ne?" and he crossed his arms. "I'm just emotional," he pouted.
"Heero?? Emotional?? HAHAHA I never thought I'd hear those two words in the same sentence!" an all too familiar voice exclaimed.
"Omae o' korsu Duo," he hissed.
Duo grinned he wasn't scared at all, and stood in front of the crowd of French onlookers. "Yo Tro translate for me!"
"I suppose."
"OKAY! SHOWS OVER PEOPLE!!! GET LOST!!! GO LOOK AT THE NATIONAL MONUMENT LATER NOW, THERE ARE PLENTY OF MONUMENTS IN PARIS!!! CAIO!!"
"Duo, caio is Spanish and Portuguese not French," Heero said in annoyance.
"SO? Same thing!" amazing enough the crowd shrunk until there was no one left.
"Where is Mika? If you lost her I swear to God I will kill you."
The American gulped, he knew he meant it too. "No sweat man, you know that one hot chick?"
Heero let out an aggravated sigh. "Which chick?"
"The one with the long black hair, the one that looks Goth but she isn't?"
"Oh, her. What the hell is she doing here? And Trowa? Why are you here? Doesn't Une trust me?"
It was strange really, Heero knew Duo so well he knew exactly what he knew what the braided baka was thinking and what he meant. That alone scared the wing pilot. Why was everyone treating him like he didn't know any better? He was 22 years old, and the others got treated better than he did
"Actually if you must know I was sent by the FBI and Lady Une to stop you from unknowingly starting an international war," Trowa replied as if it was nothing.
"International War? Trowa don't be silly. Why would I? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a CERTAIN someone," he hissed, glaring at Michael.
// Heero must be worse than I had first thought; he is acting like a child. How is he possibly going to explain the attacks to the people of L-1? // Trowa thought. He knew damn well, the stress must have been too much for Heero but duty calls.
"True, but I don't think you know who this man is."
Heero looked at Michael and realized that he knew more about him than he knew about him. "I don't anything anymore."
"Freeman why don't you mind telling these two who you are?" Trowa asked with no feeling.
Duo and Heero exchanged confused glances. What the hell was he talking about? How could he know more about this than they did? Heero folded his arms across his chest and tapped his foot impatiently; it was a habit, something he did unconsciously. He was ready to face what was about to come next like a man, no matter how painful it might be.
Michael ran through his sandy hair and cleared his throat. "Well, I am the official Peace Advisor for France."
Heero and Duo's jaws fell straight to the ground. The Peace Advisor??
"What?? You're the peace advisor??" Duo asked in total disbelief.
"What the hell is a peace advisor?!" Heero exclaimed.
He had no idea that France had a peace advisor let alone what it was. He never had those kind of missions so why should he have bothered finding out? IT made sense in theory. Everyone stared at the usually stoic ex-gundam pilot in both shock and disbelief.
"Well?? What is it?" he blinked several times. "Why are you guys looking at me that way??"
"Dude man, Heero please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke," Duo pleaded, breaking the strange silence.
Heero ignored him. "Well? What the hell is a peace advisor??"
Relena sighed as she sat down onto the leather chair in Heero's office; she had spent the last two hours cleaning it up. She had all this energy and could do nothing to help so she resorted to cleaning. Her woman's intuition told her she should flown to Paris, but Relena refused. Having nothing left to do, the blonde thought about Wufei and Sally's behavior, when they stopped by before she started her cleaning spree. They were so guarded when they told her to wait for Heero to come back and tell him that he was needed in space.
"I tried to call his cell but he isn't responding, and according to the news he is starting a riot right in front of the Eiffel Tower! Since no one understands English, he's safe for the moment. He has the man whom he believes kidnapped Mika at gunpoint, and he seems to have completely lost touch with reality. I don't want to tell him he has to go to L-1 and explain to the people about the events he probably not does even remember," the blonde had explained, twirling her braid.
Relena just did not understand. Why were they acting so strange? "What do you mean? Heero promised me he would not kill again, and he would never lie to me," Relena had said.
Wufei had shook his head, it had been obvious they were in a rush and she was wasting their time. "That is true, he adores you. But you must understand, the boy holding the gun at the assholes head is really Odin Lowe Jr. a scared and confused child who never had the chance to be a kid."
With that the two vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. Relena was so confused, who was this Odin Lowe Jr.? She knew Heero Yuy was not his real name and had originally wondered if he knew it himself. Maybe she was wrong.
"Oh Heero, Odin or who ever you are, please come back to me and my Mika too."
*~*~*~*~*~*
It felt worse than a blow to the stomach, the pain of not knowing who you are and who your family was; Heero slowly fell to his knees, his eyes still locked with Michaels. He had never hurt so much in his life; he hurt both inside and out. Heero wanted to shoot him to shut him up, but a woman's angelic voice would not let him.
"Heero you promised me you would not kill again, please," the voice pleaded eerily, echoing in his head.
"Do you want to know Odin?" Michael sneered.
"What I want to know is what gives you the right to waltz around like you own the damn place."
Michael was a bit surprised; he wasn't expecting that, he thought he had found a weak spot. He wasn't the only one. The brown-haired man in the gray cloak glanced around before stepping forward.
"Where is Zero?" he asked quietly but firmly.
Heero frowned before answering. "Zero is someplace safe," he replied without turning around.
The emerald-eyed youth was surprised, and his one visible eye showed it. "What? Heero are you saying Zero is not with the others?" by others he meant the other gundam, which were sent into the sun for the second time after the Mariemaea incident.
The wing pilot was thoughtful. "Yeah, that is what I'm saying.er I think.."
Heero was curious to see who was questioning him; he turned and saw none other than Trowa Barton. "T-Trowa?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mika crossed her arms indignantly while Preventer Julia Ann Marie tried to sweet talk her to come to a little shop.
"Nah uh! I am not moving until I see my daddy," she stuck her nose up in the air and tapped her foot impatiently.
For a five year old Mika had the patience level that could match Wufei's if not Heero's first. Julia had her hands full, plus she wasn't even supposed to be 'babysitting' she was called onto the scene to help Preventer Barton but no she had to owe Duo Maxwell a favor. She knew she shouldn't have let him take her out for drinks two months ago, something told her it would come back to haunt her.and it did.
"Your daddy is fine I saw him myself!"
"No you didn't."
Julia was shocked. // How did she know I didn't see him? Maybe she's not as dumb as she looks. // She would have to think up another approach, no wonder Duo wanted to get rid of her so badly girl had bite!
"How do you know? I was the one who filled um, you Uncle Duo in on everything so I would have to know wouldn't I? C'mon, just look at those shops!! Their calling!!" Julia said cheerfully, all the while thinking 'I'm going to kill him!! Kill him!! Duo is as good as dead! I'll kill him!'.
Mika was thoughtful, her innocence returning. She smiled and nodded; her blonde locks bouncing with the tilt of her head. "Sound's like fun!"
Julia had to fight to keep her jaw from falling straight to the ground she was so surprised. Never in all her 24 years had she seen someone's personality change so suddenly. But if she showed her surprise the evil Mika might take that as a qu and come back now Julia wouldn't want that to happen right? Right.
"C'mon Mika it'll be fun and you dad is gonna feel the burn, of his credit card that is," she added quietly with a smirk.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"T-Trowa? What the??" Heero asked, wide-eyed.
It was Trowa's turn to frown; Heero's eyes weren't full of life like they usually were, they looked gold almost. The way they were when he was in the Zero system, that was exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe the Zero system had some side-effect but if it did Quatre would be the first to show signs, not unless Heero..
"Put the gun down Heero, put it down. I know that man did something very bad but you are very sick and we need to get you some medical attention. You have a broken leg, a concussion at the least and afterwards you're going to get Wing Zero okay?" Trowa asked gently.
"No, I'm not going anywhere. You'd think I know if I had a broken leg, a concussion and all that other crap you were talking about just ask the braided baka," he folded his arms across his chest indignantly.
"Where is Duo?"
Heero shrugged. "Don't think just because I have my back to you that I can't kill you, move and die." He blinked, another one of those damn rules he was taught was broken!
He whirled around so he could see his prisoner, and promptly panted. "See what I mean?"
Trowa walked beside Heero and faced Michael. "Heero is not himself, he needs to go and get help but he's not going to."
"Damn straight."
"You mean he usually is the way he was a couple hours ago? Sane?" Michael looked at the silent warrior for help.
He nodded while Heero looked offended.
'WHAT?? I'm not INSANE!!" he shrieked.
Trowa gave him a look like "Not insane, ne?" and he crossed his arms. "I'm just emotional," he pouted.
"Heero?? Emotional?? HAHAHA I never thought I'd hear those two words in the same sentence!" an all too familiar voice exclaimed.
"Omae o' korsu Duo," he hissed.
Duo grinned he wasn't scared at all, and stood in front of the crowd of French onlookers. "Yo Tro translate for me!"
"I suppose."
"OKAY! SHOWS OVER PEOPLE!!! GET LOST!!! GO LOOK AT THE NATIONAL MONUMENT LATER NOW, THERE ARE PLENTY OF MONUMENTS IN PARIS!!! CAIO!!"
"Duo, caio is Spanish and Portuguese not French," Heero said in annoyance.
"SO? Same thing!" amazing enough the crowd shrunk until there was no one left.
"Where is Mika? If you lost her I swear to God I will kill you."
The American gulped, he knew he meant it too. "No sweat man, you know that one hot chick?"
Heero let out an aggravated sigh. "Which chick?"
"The one with the long black hair, the one that looks Goth but she isn't?"
"Oh, her. What the hell is she doing here? And Trowa? Why are you here? Doesn't Une trust me?"
It was strange really, Heero knew Duo so well he knew exactly what he knew what the braided baka was thinking and what he meant. That alone scared the wing pilot. Why was everyone treating him like he didn't know any better? He was 22 years old, and the others got treated better than he did
"Actually if you must know I was sent by the FBI and Lady Une to stop you from unknowingly starting an international war," Trowa replied as if it was nothing.
"International War? Trowa don't be silly. Why would I? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a CERTAIN someone," he hissed, glaring at Michael.
// Heero must be worse than I had first thought; he is acting like a child. How is he possibly going to explain the attacks to the people of L-1? // Trowa thought. He knew damn well, the stress must have been too much for Heero but duty calls.
"True, but I don't think you know who this man is."
Heero looked at Michael and realized that he knew more about him than he knew about him. "I don't anything anymore."
"Freeman why don't you mind telling these two who you are?" Trowa asked with no feeling.
Duo and Heero exchanged confused glances. What the hell was he talking about? How could he know more about this than they did? Heero folded his arms across his chest and tapped his foot impatiently; it was a habit, something he did unconsciously. He was ready to face what was about to come next like a man, no matter how painful it might be.
Michael ran through his sandy hair and cleared his throat. "Well, I am the official Peace Advisor for France."
Heero and Duo's jaws fell straight to the ground. The Peace Advisor??
"What?? You're the peace advisor??" Duo asked in total disbelief.
"What the hell is a peace advisor?!" Heero exclaimed.
He had no idea that France had a peace advisor let alone what it was. He never had those kind of missions so why should he have bothered finding out? IT made sense in theory. Everyone stared at the usually stoic ex-gundam pilot in both shock and disbelief.
"Well?? What is it?" he blinked several times. "Why are you guys looking at me that way??"
"Dude man, Heero please tell me this is some kind of cruel joke," Duo pleaded, breaking the strange silence.
Heero ignored him. "Well? What the hell is a peace advisor??"