Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing. I do not own the character Heero Yuy. I am writing this for fun simply because an insane Imp must find something to do with the time she is not putting soap on the stairs.

Notes: Alright, I didn't do nearly as much research o n Orphanages as I should have. So if I'm a little off (most likely way off) I apologize to anyone who might be offended, and don't look to me with questions because I am definitely no expert on how these places are run. Also just as a quick note, I do not like swearing in general and I try to only put it in where I think it fits and when it is needed. I imagine that gangs do a lot of swearing so in an effort to be true to their characters I've put in some nasty language. I don't know the full extent of street slang, I'm not fluent so I'm making mine up. Skip it if you are offended. Nobody is forcing you to read this so don't get on my case about it. You all can tell I feel grumpy right now can't ya…

Chapter Three

(New Boy)

The board creaked loudly under a stockinged foot and the tiny figure froze in the middle of the hallway. Hugging her stuffed fish closer to her she squeezed her eyes shut and waited a moment for her doom to fall. But nothing happened, she cracked one eye open and peeked down the hall. Nothing was there and all was quiet, the tiny figure grinned and continued to sneak down the passage.

Anna had come back that morning with a new person, he'd been asleep and Anna had put him to bed. Anna had said to leave him alone and not to go up there for awhile. But everybody down stairs was being noisy, and she wanted to meet him!

Checking both ways once again to make sure there was nobody to snitch on her, the small silhouette stopped outside one of the many doors in the long hall. Reaching up she grinned triumphantly, quietly turned the knob with sticky child fingers and peeked through the door. The light from the hallway flooded the darkened room and landed squarely on the person sleeping on one of the beds. The little figure paused, nervously sucking on her thumb and hugging her fish. Anna would be mad, but… she left the half thought uncompleted and wandered forward forgetting the possible consequences. She crawled up onto the bed, making quite a bit of noise in the process, and sat with her knees forward and legs splayed out to the sides. Still sucking on her thumb, she surveyed the person next to her with the shrewdness of a five-year-old. He didn't look very fun; maybe she should wake him up! Smiling around her thumb she began to bounce on the bed, this didn't have much affect until she accidentally landed on him.

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He woke with a start as something heavy landed right on his guts. He was up and had the enemy between his knees with his fist raised before he actually saw what had hit him. He blinked, lowered his fist and blinked again. Going over the past few events, trying to figure out how a five-year-old girl in PJ's, pigtails and stuffed fish had ended up between his knees. There was a whimper from under him and he realized he was probably crushing her. He hastily scrambled off her and backed up to the edge of the bed, hitting his back against the wall, not wanting to hurt her further. He watched as she rolled over and sat up staring at him with wide frightened, hazel eyes. Then unexpectedly her face turned from fright to anger, and she soundly swatted him on the knees with her fish.

"Whatcha you do that for!" she whined loudly, sitting back with a pout and sticking her thumb back in her mouth. He simply stared at the sulking child across from him and gently touched his knee where she'd hit him, quite unsure what to do at this point. He thought about checking to see if she was hurt, but he didn't dare touch her, so they sat and stared at each other. She looked so much like, her, same eyes, golden hair and innocent face, it was unsettling, they could've been twins.

She quickly grew bored with glaring at him though, and crawled forward until she had plopped herself onto his lap, which she thought, was surprisingly comfy. He didn't stir while she clambered onto his lap, hardly daring to breathe. He thought he should remove her but he was afraid he'd break her. She was so thin and delicate; he was sure that if he so much as touched her she would chip and shatter into tiny pieces like a porcelain doll. "I'm Caltha, what's your name?" she asked, he didn't move for a very long time and she was beginning to wonder if he heard her and if she should repeat herself much louder when he answered, with barely a whisper

"I don't have one." She shook her head confidently, quiet sure this was impossible.

"But you gotta have a name, everybody's got a name." he shook his head slowly, not every body had a name. He didn't, Trowa had many names as well, and Duo… he closed his eyes, it didn't matter.

"Two many," he whispered to himself. Caltha thought hard for a moment, with her head to one side to get a better look at him.

"Weeeeeell," she started, drawing the word out thoughtfully. "What's your first name?" silence, Caltha poked his leg to make sure he hadn't gone back to sleep.

"My first name was," he stopped, unsure whether he should utter that name, the name he wore when he killed her, especially when her very likeness sat on his lap. That had to be some kind of bad luck. "Odin," he whispered. Caltha smiled broadly and held up her fish

"This is sushi! Sushi this Odin, Odin Sushi" she said waving her hands through the introduction. Then she looked at Odin expectantly, "aren't you gonna say hi?" she demanded. Odin blinked and looked from the girl to the fish, to the girl and back to the fish, and thought that for perhaps the first time he was completely out of his depth. Even when interaction with… the pilots, was required they always had the common ground of war. He rarely understood the other things they talked about, and felt no wish too. Armed and unarmed combat, hacking, assassination, reconnaissance, tactics and sabotage made sense, talking to fish did not, he had not been trained to talk to fish.

Caltha stifled a yawn, forgetting for the moment that Odin was being impolite to Sushi, she leaned in and hugged his midsection. "You missed dinner" she said matter of factly. Odin thoughts floundered and came to an abrupt halt, crashing into each other like a line of train cars. He closed his eyes and his mind went blank, she was touching him, squeezing him, this was not allowed! Get her off, get her off, get her off! The words screamed themselves through his head like a safety program on red alert. He couldn't move. If he pulled her off he'd break her wrist, GET HER OFF! He felt the arms around him loosen and a loud protest was heard as she was pulled off him. For a moment he remained frozen, then carefully opened his eyes and met the gentle face of the woman who'd brought him here. She was sitting at the opposite end of the bed, giving him space, and holding the little girl in her lap. His breath came easier, when he saw that she wasn't going to be allowed to crawl on him again.

"Good evening" the woman said with a hint of teasing in her voice. Caltha turned around and whined to her.

"Annaaaaaa, why can't I hug him? Odin's nice!" Anna, that was her name. Anna looked at Caltha for a moment before she answered

"Later Caltha," then she looked back at him, avoiding his eyes. He'd come to expect this of people and didn't think of it anymore.

"Odin? Is that your name?" He didn't bother to answer, letting Caltha do it for him.

"That's his first name!" Anna looked down at the little girl in her lap

"Thank you Caltha, but I was asking Odin,"

"But he doesn't like to talk, he wouldn't even say hi to Sushi!" she pouted, and stuck her thumb back in her mouth.

"Do you have a last name?" she asked Odin, pressing gently. He looked down at Caltha and she answered quickly, speaking around her thumb.

"He's got lotsa names!" there was a timid knock at the doorframe, which saved Odin from further questioning. It was a boy, about a year or so younger than him with dark curly hair and olive skin. Anna gestured for him to come in and stood up with Caltha

"Odin, this is Jinx, you'll be sharing this room with him and a few other boys. You'll get the official tour tomorrow, and I'd like to talk with you some more." She smiled "in the mean time I'm sure Jinx can show you how to secretly raid the kitchen in the night" Jinx blushed and mumbled about growing bones. "If you need something ask him, or come look for me" then she turned to the squirming five year old in her arms. "And as for you young lady, you should have been in bed hours ago," Caltha giggled and shook her head

"No! I don't wanna go to bed!"

"Yes, bed,"

"No bed, no bed," she chanted as Anna carried her out the door, glancing back at the two boys. She carried Caltha back to her room, undid her hair, tucked her in and was just about to leave when Caltha suddenly asked

"Anna? Are you mad?" Anna turned back and sat on her bed, stroking her hair.

"No of course not, why would you think that"

"You wouldn't let me hug Odin," Caltha whispered. Anna smiled tenderly

" Oh Caltha, I wasn't mad"

"Then why?" the little girl asked. Anna thought, wondering how to fraise it so she would understand,

"You were scaring him honey," she said. Caltha thought long and hard about this, and finally said

"Why?" Anna shook her head

"I don't know yet."

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Jinx stood there nervously shifting from foot to foot, the other kid, Odin, hadn't moved a muscle since Anna had left, he just sat there glaring at him. Jinx nervously cleared his throat, he knew types like this and he didn't want to get on his bad side. But he'd have to say something before the others came up. From down the hall there came the sound of feet. One pair big and heavy, the other lighter with an obvious limp. Too late, he could hear them coming down the hall laughing quietly. They stopped when they got to the door, looking at the two of them in silence for a moment. Then they both burst out laughing, which quickly became quiet shushings and snickers as they came in and sat on their respective beds.

" God Jinx have you even said hello to the guy yet,"

"Hee hee, true to his name Jinx is," Jinx threw the wet towel he'd been carrying at them. He muttered various obscenities under his breath before introducing them.

"Ah Odin, this is Ethan," he said pointing to his huge friend, Ethan waved and said hi. "And the rat over there is Neon" Neon limped over to his dresser and gave a muffled hello while pulling on an electric blue shirt that said Da Man on it. He ran a hand through his day-glow orange hair, then stopped for a moment and glared at Jinx,

"I ain't no rat!" he growled and gave Jinx the finger. Ethan quickly stood, all six foot four of him, and changed the subject.

"Odin, you had any food yet" Jinx watched the other boy shake his head slowly, he wondered if he ever talked. "Well, then Jinx is just the person to lead us on a pre midnight raid" he said "let's go". And all four were out the door. It went well enough Jinx supposed, for a stampeding herd! Neon had the amazing ability to step on every creaking board and pass through every squeaking door available, and Ethan was just big. He did notice that Odin didn't seem to add any noise at all, though by this time it didn't really matter the entire orphanage knew about their late night excursions. They all had a nice second dinner in the kitchen pilfering leftovers and sandwich material. Odin took a huge amount of food for himself, almost as much as Ethan, but he ate it very, very slowly. Probably hasn't had food for a long time, Jinx thought sympathetically, and he's smart enough to know not to gorge. He remembered his own time on the streets quiet clearly, foraging through dumpsters, sometimes pilfering from a snack stand or a restaurant kitchen if he was lucky. He'd seen plenty of kid's die from eating too much too quickly when they had the chance. That was how it had been for him as a war orphan, sleeping in parks and alleyways, until, well until things got better he thought, going back to his sandwich.

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A single flake of snow drifted through the air. The exquisite lacework designs invisible to the human eye, a delicate arabesque of geometrical patterns. It was the last to fall from the violent storm that had swept through the city. The snowflake landed with a little sigh and settled amongst its brethren on the ground next to a hand. A dark, frozen and bloody hand. There was not a sound of warning before a heavy black boot on the little pile of new frost, crushing the snowflake under heel. The boot gave the dead hand an indifferent kick, causing it to flop over palm up, and a surly voice whispered through the pale dawn light.

"Shit, that's them right enough, didn't come back to the pad the other day."

"Now we knows why, let's go" another equally callous voice replied.

"What the fuck? Ain't you wanna know who killed 'em?"

"Looks like they killed 'emselves" there was a sound of a long drag, and a cloud of foul smelling smoke filled the air.

"That's bullshit and you know it! Hell you're too doped most a the time to care whether or not ya just stepped in a MD's crap" there was a long pause while neither spoke, only the steady sound of cigarette puffs were to be heard. Eventually the second voice said

"But MD's don't crap"

"Shut the hell up and help me figure this out!"

"Well fuck it, what do ya want me to do?" the butt of a cigarette fell into the snow and sank with a hiss, quickly accompanied by the sound of another being lit.

"This ain't the whole team,"

"So."

"So, dumb ass, the last guy probably saw the mother fucker who done 'em in,"

"Lemme guess, you know who that was,"

"Damn straight!"

"So, what do ya want?" someone kneeled down by the crimson hand. A brown-gloved hand with the word 'pain' dyed on reached out slowly. It shook slightly as it pulled out a switchblade from the dead mans eye.

"Compensation for our bro's here, ain't nobody gets away with this!" the kneeling shadow wiped his friends' blood off the knife before pocketing it and walking out of the alley with the other, leaving behind the four prearranged bodies.

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