Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Pilots, weapons, or the Gundams Pilots' kids. I do own Samantha, however.

Chapter Two: A.C. 210

Even though Heero is 30 years old now he still hasn't changed except for the fact of his daughter, Samantha. How, you ask? Well let's find out shall we?

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Samantha Yuy looked in the mirror. She was 5'4", with blue eyes and dark brown hair too. Her hair was almost to her neck. "Time for another one of dad's haircuts." She sighed. "Why can't I ever have my hair grow out? It's not fair."

The front door to their placed opened up. Heero walked in wearing a black turtleneck, blue jeans, and brown shoes. He put some papers on his desk and called for his daughter. "Sam!"

"Coming!" Sam responded. She checked herself one last time and went to the den. Her dad was waiting drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch. He looked at Sam. Her brown strands were too long for his taste.

Heero pointed to a stool in front of an armchair. Sam sat down as he got out a pair of scissors. Heero did a thorough job to make sure her hair looked like his. Sam mustered up courage to ask the question gnawing at her mind. "Dad, how come you won't let me grow my hair out?"

For a moment Heero stopped. He scowled and continued snippig away. "I have my reasons."

"What are they?"

"Sam."

"I'm thirteen. I should know why." Sam thought for a moment. "Does it have anything to do with mom?"

Heero finished. He put the scissors away and left without a word. Sam looked after her dad. Then she got up and snuck after him to his room.

She cracked his door an iota and looked in. She saw him take out a paper from a book and look at it. He looked at it for a while then put it back in his book and turned out the light. Sam quietly ran to her room and logged on the internet.

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Later that night while Sam was scanning the sites for any news in political areas. She muttered as she found nothing but boring unimportant stories. Then she came across an interesting one.

"Hmm. Dad should be interested in this. 'The search for Vice Foreign Minister Darlian's daughter still continues. So far there have been no clues as to who could have taken her and where. Miss Darlian is silent about the case and refuses to talk about it. Unless the police find a trace soon there will be no stops.

According to Darlian her daughter would have dark brown hair, blue eyes, and may possibly look like her father. The former queen---' Hold up! Former queen? Now that's interesting. 'The former queen says that she may be close to finding out where her child might be. She request that the press not bother her until she has found her now 13- year-old daughter.'Wow. I wonder how long she's been missing." Sam wondered as she scrolled down to a picture.

It showed a woman with blonde hair in a white suit. She was speaking in a colony meeting. Sam zoomed in on the picture. She took a good look at the face.

"Her eyes look just like dad's. Maybe they're related. Wait a minute." Sam slowly shook her head never taking her eyes off the screen. "Not this time. This time, I'm gonna figure this out on my own." Sam said as she printed out the picture.

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The next morning Sam woke up and got dressed in her school uniform. It was of a light blue shirt that buttoned up with black pants. Sam wore some old tan hiking boots with it. She put the picture of the Vice Foreign Minister in her pocket, grabbed her bag, and headed to school.

While she was walking just minding her own business, a shadow snuck up behind her. It floated close behind her. A grin was plastered across its face. It drew close and pounced!!

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A/N: Hola readers! Okay first order of business: whatever you read on the screen is not my typing. A perfectionist, like myself, doesn't let that happen. *avoids a thrown can* It's the text while it's transferring to the site! Second order of business: suggestions and flamers are welcomed in your reviews.