Rose: Welcome back to Keitori's Stars! Whooooot! -Runs around screaming and
waving her pencil.-
Crisis: -Sweatdrop.- Boss is a little more loopy than usual, ladies and gentlemen, but it will all be alright. Her writing skills are still excellent! -Mumbles- Even though we've only got one reviewer.
Wu Fei: -Mutter mutter mumble.-
Rose: I love Wu Fei more now. She's so pretty. *_*
-Wu Fei slides away from Rose, staring at her suspiciously.-
Rose: Okay, I'm done. Crisis! Disclaim!
Crisis: Yeah, sure boss. Rose doesn't own GW blah de blah. She does own boys in chains, her words, and all original characters.
Wu Fei: -Cringe.-
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/**|-|**\ = Flash back \**|-|**/ = End flash back '..' = Thoughts (...) = Author interruptions [#] = Author note /|..|\ = Telepathy ^^^^^ = Dream sequence
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Heero kept his arm against his chest, holding Yumeko securely in his coat. Every few minutes, she would pop her head out and look around before hiding in her warm sanctuary. Each time, his chest rumbled softly with his deep chuckles. At the moment, she was silently curled in his coat, tiny fists against his chest. And he was gazing into a shop through its front window.
It was a baby boutique, filled with lacey little dresses and silk covered cradles. Heero was sure that they were the best, but he wasn't sure he wanted Yumeko to be so spoiled growing up. "Maybe a few special outfits." Heero mumbled, and slowly entered the little shop.
A plump woman with graying hair in a bun greeted them with a friendly smile, and nodded her hello. Heero nodded back, and gently slid Yumeko from within his coat. "Aw, isn't she adorable?" The woman cooed, and Heero chuckled, "Very." "What's her name?" "Yumeko." "Well, let's get little Yumeko some lovely things, yes? I'm Mrs. Shere, the owner of this store. What are you looking for?"
Motioning to the walls covered with clothing, he replied, "Clothing, a nice dress or two for special occasions. But right now, we need something warm to dress her in. My coat won't keep her warm for long." The woman nodded, "Well, look around and ask me if you need any help."
"Thank you," Heero shifted Yumeko so that she rested on his hip, and went on to examine the fancy little girl dresses. Yumeko jerked her head around, staring at all the blurred colors. "All of this is pink." He complained to the woman, and she laughed, "You're one of those men who likes to dress their daughter in blue, yes?" "Blue would be nice. Violet even. A deep purple." The woman left her post at the counter to stand next to Heero, looking closely at Yumeko.
"You're right. Those colors would bring out her eye color." Gently, she chucked the infant under the chin, "Such a cute baby. I'll see if I don't have anything in the back." Heero watched her disappear into a door behind the counter, an unusual peaceful smile on his face. Mrs. Shere shuffled out of the back with an armload of soft dresses, which she laid out on the counter.
"Here you go, sir! I was guessing on her size, but the color is right. And since they're not only for special occasions, they're made of a special fabric that looks like silk and doesn't stain. Perfect for children."
Carefully, he balanced Yumeko on his hip and lifted up dress after dress. He finally laid aside three of the dresses; a sky blue one with white lace trimmings, a dark blue Lolita dress with a matching bonnet, and a dark purple dress with a medieval style. Turning around, he grabbed a shiny pair of Mary Janes and set them on the dresses.
"That's it."
Mrs. Shere smiled warmly, and punched in a few numbers on her calculator, "$65.99" Heero fumbled around in his back pocket and pulled out a credit card, which he showed her before running it through the track. The machine lit up with the word 'APPROVED', and she handed him the receipt, "Sign on the line." Shifting Yumeko into his coat, he very carefully signed on the line.
The little old woman gently laid the dresses and the shoes in a plastic bag, and handed them to him. "Come back anytime."
"Will do."
The door swung shut behind him, and Mrs. Shere read the signature, "S. Keitori. What a nice man, and such a beautiful daughter. I hope he does come back soon."
******
Diana Anderson gazed at the man holding the baby he called Yumeko, lips pursed together. "I'm having a hard time believing all of this. You're willing to adopt this baby, right this moment?" He nodded. "And you've already named her?" Again, he nodded. Sighing, she put her clipboard down, and crossed her legs at her ankles.
"I understand Stacy said she would let you adopt the baby right away. Even offered her services for a birth certificate, to find out how old she is and what her ethnicity is. But I'm finding it hard to believe we can do all this today."
"All I need is the birth certificate. She appears to be about a few weeks old, and with some Oriental blood. Yumeko's too young for me to determine which type."
"Alright," Diana ran a hand through her short blonde hair, and sighed heavily, "I can send out an order for you, and get a birth certificate and a social security card. But, it'll take a week to get back here. I have the adoption papers right here, however, so all you have to do is sign on the dotted lines. Since she's still a young infant, you have to supply a name."
"Yumeko."
"Won't she need a middle name?"
"Not at all. Whatever her ethnicity, I'm raising her as a good Japanese daughter."
She watched him for a few long moments, and then smiled, "Alright," The clipboard was passed to him, "Sign those lines and we'll get this finished." "Thank you." He flipped through the papers, reading carefully and signing where he was supposed to. Diana smiled sweetly at Yumeko, admiring the baby blue jumper she was wearing. "You've taken pretty good care of her, and you only found her today?"
"Yes. I went shopping before I stopped here, she required warm clothing." He paused in his signing to look up at Yumeko and tap her cheek, then continued writing. With a final nod, he handed the clipboard back and wrapped his arms around Yumeko again.
Diana glanced over the papers, and smiled for a second time at the adopter. "Mr. Shiro[1] Keitori, Yumeko's all yours. I expect you to take good care of her, and to ensure this, I'll be checking in every two weeks for the first six months. If you have insurance and medical, get her on it."
Shiro smiled at her, and Diana paled, "Of course, Miss Anderson. Yumeko will receive only the best care, but if you wish to visit you'll have to arrange it through Mr. Winner."
He didn't wait for her response, he just stood up with Yumeko and his large bag of items, and left. Diana Anderson leaned back in her chair and touched her hand to her forehead, that smile hadn't been nice at all. It'd be all too familiar. She would have to call Jun's boyfriend, because she was certain that was the baby they were watching.
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-Fast Forward Four Years.-
"Maxwell, hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Wu Fei hovered near the door, dressed up for the occasion with make-up and a red Chinese dress with long sweeping sleeves and golden embroidery. A dragon covered the back with his head on her right shoulder, a claw on her left, another claw covering her right breast, his feet planted down near her buttocks and his long tail wound around her slim waist. Her hair was up in a traditional bun, ornate red and gold chopsticks securing it. Also, a pair of high red stilettos.
Duo ran down the stairs, wearing his hair pulled back in that long French braid while he was otherwise fancy in a black tuxedo with red highlights. He stopped next to her and placed hands on his hips, "Where's the others?" "Coming!" Quatre called down the stairs, only to appear at the top in a white tuxedo with tails. Trowa appeared a second later in his forest green tuxedo with black tie, a rose tucked into his lapel.
"Yuy?" Wu Fei called up the stairs as Quatre and Trowa came down, and his voice rang out strong through the hall, "Just a second. She's not dressed yet."
The four well dressed pilots waited patiently for five minutes before Wu Fei said, "That's it. I'm going to go help." "No need." She was immediately told, and Heero came down the stairs with the little girl holding to his hand. He was wearing a black tuxedo like Duo, except where Duo's was red, Heero's was dark purple. And surprise of all surprises, it looked like he brushed his hair because it was neat instead of wild.
Yumeko, now four, wore a long silk child's kimono in dark purple with a midnight blue obi that matched her eyes. Her black hair was pulled back in an elaborate bun with a silver comb holding it in place. Small tear drop sapphires and diamonds hung from the comb by tiny silver chains. The tiny cloth slippers were barely visible beneath her kimono.
"We're ready," Heero announced with the smile that still caught his friends off guard, and Yumeko agreed in a soft whisper, "Ready." As they were walking down the mansion path to the limousine, Duo innocuously asked, "What took so long?" "Yumeko didn't like her shoes."
"Too soft." The four year old explained, lifting up the kimono to show off the dark purple slippers. She was more accustomed to boots and jean shorts than dresses and jewelry. Duo grinned at her and took her other hand, "Don't worry, kiddo, you'll be in bed before too long." "Okay, Oncle Duo." Heero gave Duo a dirty look over Yumeko's head, and Duo corrected Yumeko, "It's Uncle Duo, kid." "Okay, Uncle Duo." Again, Heero gave Duo a dirty look. This time, Duo just grinned.
Heero had to address the problem, again, by himself. In soft Japanese, he began, "Yumeko, Duo is not your Uncle." Quatre and Trowa slid into the limousine, and sat on the right with Wu Fei between them. Heero slid in next, on the left seat, and placed Yumeko between himself and Duo. "But Father, " She replied in perfect Japanese, "Even if he is not my Uncle, he is like one. Just like Uncle Quatre, and Uncle Trowa. And like Aunt Wu Fei."
Heero glowered at each person in turn, and then shook his head, "Do not argue with me, Yumeko." "Of course not, Father." Duo grinned at Heero, and squeezed Yumeko's hand. She shared a private smile with him, simply because she had taught Duo some Japanese so that he knew what Heero and herself were talking about. The others had simply gotten used to hearing their names in conversation, said in the odd way that Yumeko still said when she spoke in English. Trowa become Toe-ooh-rah, Quatre became Qoo-ahh-tra. Duo and Wu Fei didn't change much at all.
The limousine started up, and for a second, all was silent.
"So, this banquet is for your employees, Uncle Quatre?" Yumeko questioned gently to break the silence, and Quatre smiled at her, "For my employees and for the announcement. You remember what we talked about?" "Changing aliases." She said with a frown, and Trowa nodded approvingly, Yumeko had a large vocabulary.
"We're going to pull a large scheme here, Yumeko, and it's going to require all of us to change our names and location. Do you remember all of our names?" Wu Fei asked of her, Yumeko made a face. "Aunt Wu Fei is Christa Chang, Uncle Trowa is Thomas Jesu, Uncle Quatre is Steven R. Winner, and Uncle Duo is David Maxwell. Me and Father are Adin Veritine and Sandy Veritine." Another face, "But why are all our names American?"
"Because we're going to an American colony, and that means we have to sound and look like that. Which means no more speaking in Japanese, you two." Duo gave Yumeko and Heero a look, and Heero glared at him.
"Well, as long as it doesn't last long." The little girl said with a heavy sigh, glancing at her Father, "I don't like the name Sandy at all." "It won't be that long, Yumeko. We just require a month of free time before we can move to another alias and get to work."
"Une and Noin are waiting on our services at the Preventor's office." Wu Fei adjusted as the limousine hit a bump, and pushed a stray lock of hair back from her forehead, "And they've promised that there will be nothing to do with Relena." "Ririna?" Yumeko didn't like that name, and she frowned as she looked back to Heero, "Isn't that the crazy politician woman? The one who sends roses once a month for you, Father?" Heero grimaced and covered his face with his right hand, "That's her."
"Oh."
Yumeko giggled the rest of the way to the banquet, teasing Heero about the flowers that were sent. Not long after she started, Duo joined in.
******
The banquet was half way over, the speech Quatre prepared had been said, and while Yumeko slept on a small little couch, the pilots were spread out on the dance floor mingling.
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"Otousan?"
Yumeko stood up in the tall green grass, and only saw more grass. She was dressed in her training wear: a long sleeveless white shirt belted over her loose dark blue shorts and a pair of lace up sandals with white cloth wound beneath the leather straps. Her hair was tied back in a bun at the base of her neck with a strip of baby blue fabric.
"Otousan?" She called out again, and this time, someone answered her in English, "Right here, little one." She turned around to face a man who looked exactly like her Father, except he was taller and his hair was black. Yumeko took a step back, wasting no words, and drew her little fists up to her chin. The man laughed, and squatted down before her.
"You don't remember me. I'm not surprised." His voice reminded her of Heero's, smooth and soft, but his was deeper. Curiously, she narrowed her deep blue eyes and asked, "Who are you?" "Desu Keitori Kuro[2]." She spread her legs, placing herself in more of a fighting stance, "Watashi wa Yuy Yumeko."
"So that's what he named you," Kuro made a move to touch her cheek, and she smacked her fist against his hand. The hand returned to rest on his knee, and he smiled. "Shiro's raised you well, little one. But there's no need to be afraid of me. You're dreaming, I can't hurt you." Her fist came down near her stomach, and she scowled. "I don't trust you, so why should I believe you?" "Why shouldn't you? You have no reason not to trust me." "I don't know you." Yumeko argued, and Kuro smiled again at her, and this time it was almost sad.
"You know me as well as you know yourself, little one."
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*****
Yumeko woke up in the warm cradle of someone's arms. She made a small sound of distress, only to be shushed by someone's smooth voice. 'Father's got me,' she thought to herself, and with a smile on her face, she drifted back into a deep dreamless sleep.
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Rose: There. Yume no Yumeko.
Wu Fei: What's wrong with the Yuy kid?
Duo: Who's Kuro?!
Rose: -Smugly.- You'll see.
Crisis: Oh dear .
Rose: The next chapter is about the guy's side of the party! Or what they remember!! XD!
Shiro[1]- I just realized I didn't explain this last time. My friend says it means White.
Desu Keitori Kuro[2]- 'My name is Keitori Kuro.' And, just like Shiro is white, Kuro is black.
Keitori[3](Unofficially)- I kind of realized a mistake. X.x;; You guys can blame Sesshy for it. He said that Kei meant rapture, but the Kei I'm gonna have to use (Because of his mistake!!) is Strong. So Keitori (Kei + Tori) means Strong Bird!
Rose: I'm well aware that in a different type of Japanese, white is Shiroi, and black is Kuroi. Well, I'm not using that type. So it's Shiro and Kuro.
Crisis: Boss, the contest?
Rose: !.! That's right! I wonder. can anyone guess the relationship between Keitori Kuro and Keitori Shiro? And can anyone guess the relationship between Heero Yuy and Keitori Shiro? I promise, it's good! Guess away! First one to get it right wins this beautiful drawing done in colored pencils of Yumeko, Shiro, and Kuro!
Crisis: You actually drew that already?
Rose: Whaddya mean, already?
Crisis: I figured, you said. I thought it would take longer.
Rose: Hell no! Talented artistic beautiful girls like me take longer?
Duo: -Blink.- Eh, Rose? Talented, artistic, I follow you, but who's the beautiful babe?
Rose: -SMACK!- Damn you, Maxwell!!
Crisis: 0.o() Uh..
Rose: Well, anyways, win the contest! -Skips off to finish her next drawing of Yumeko and the mysterious boy who appears in future chapters.- XD
REVIEW!!! | | | | | | V
Crisis: -Sweatdrop.- Boss is a little more loopy than usual, ladies and gentlemen, but it will all be alright. Her writing skills are still excellent! -Mumbles- Even though we've only got one reviewer.
Wu Fei: -Mutter mutter mumble.-
Rose: I love Wu Fei more now. She's so pretty. *_*
-Wu Fei slides away from Rose, staring at her suspiciously.-
Rose: Okay, I'm done. Crisis! Disclaim!
Crisis: Yeah, sure boss. Rose doesn't own GW blah de blah. She does own boys in chains, her words, and all original characters.
Wu Fei: -Cringe.-
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/**|-|**\ = Flash back \**|-|**/ = End flash back '..' = Thoughts (...) = Author interruptions [#] = Author note /|..|\ = Telepathy ^^^^^ = Dream sequence
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Heero kept his arm against his chest, holding Yumeko securely in his coat. Every few minutes, she would pop her head out and look around before hiding in her warm sanctuary. Each time, his chest rumbled softly with his deep chuckles. At the moment, she was silently curled in his coat, tiny fists against his chest. And he was gazing into a shop through its front window.
It was a baby boutique, filled with lacey little dresses and silk covered cradles. Heero was sure that they were the best, but he wasn't sure he wanted Yumeko to be so spoiled growing up. "Maybe a few special outfits." Heero mumbled, and slowly entered the little shop.
A plump woman with graying hair in a bun greeted them with a friendly smile, and nodded her hello. Heero nodded back, and gently slid Yumeko from within his coat. "Aw, isn't she adorable?" The woman cooed, and Heero chuckled, "Very." "What's her name?" "Yumeko." "Well, let's get little Yumeko some lovely things, yes? I'm Mrs. Shere, the owner of this store. What are you looking for?"
Motioning to the walls covered with clothing, he replied, "Clothing, a nice dress or two for special occasions. But right now, we need something warm to dress her in. My coat won't keep her warm for long." The woman nodded, "Well, look around and ask me if you need any help."
"Thank you," Heero shifted Yumeko so that she rested on his hip, and went on to examine the fancy little girl dresses. Yumeko jerked her head around, staring at all the blurred colors. "All of this is pink." He complained to the woman, and she laughed, "You're one of those men who likes to dress their daughter in blue, yes?" "Blue would be nice. Violet even. A deep purple." The woman left her post at the counter to stand next to Heero, looking closely at Yumeko.
"You're right. Those colors would bring out her eye color." Gently, she chucked the infant under the chin, "Such a cute baby. I'll see if I don't have anything in the back." Heero watched her disappear into a door behind the counter, an unusual peaceful smile on his face. Mrs. Shere shuffled out of the back with an armload of soft dresses, which she laid out on the counter.
"Here you go, sir! I was guessing on her size, but the color is right. And since they're not only for special occasions, they're made of a special fabric that looks like silk and doesn't stain. Perfect for children."
Carefully, he balanced Yumeko on his hip and lifted up dress after dress. He finally laid aside three of the dresses; a sky blue one with white lace trimmings, a dark blue Lolita dress with a matching bonnet, and a dark purple dress with a medieval style. Turning around, he grabbed a shiny pair of Mary Janes and set them on the dresses.
"That's it."
Mrs. Shere smiled warmly, and punched in a few numbers on her calculator, "$65.99" Heero fumbled around in his back pocket and pulled out a credit card, which he showed her before running it through the track. The machine lit up with the word 'APPROVED', and she handed him the receipt, "Sign on the line." Shifting Yumeko into his coat, he very carefully signed on the line.
The little old woman gently laid the dresses and the shoes in a plastic bag, and handed them to him. "Come back anytime."
"Will do."
The door swung shut behind him, and Mrs. Shere read the signature, "S. Keitori. What a nice man, and such a beautiful daughter. I hope he does come back soon."
******
Diana Anderson gazed at the man holding the baby he called Yumeko, lips pursed together. "I'm having a hard time believing all of this. You're willing to adopt this baby, right this moment?" He nodded. "And you've already named her?" Again, he nodded. Sighing, she put her clipboard down, and crossed her legs at her ankles.
"I understand Stacy said she would let you adopt the baby right away. Even offered her services for a birth certificate, to find out how old she is and what her ethnicity is. But I'm finding it hard to believe we can do all this today."
"All I need is the birth certificate. She appears to be about a few weeks old, and with some Oriental blood. Yumeko's too young for me to determine which type."
"Alright," Diana ran a hand through her short blonde hair, and sighed heavily, "I can send out an order for you, and get a birth certificate and a social security card. But, it'll take a week to get back here. I have the adoption papers right here, however, so all you have to do is sign on the dotted lines. Since she's still a young infant, you have to supply a name."
"Yumeko."
"Won't she need a middle name?"
"Not at all. Whatever her ethnicity, I'm raising her as a good Japanese daughter."
She watched him for a few long moments, and then smiled, "Alright," The clipboard was passed to him, "Sign those lines and we'll get this finished." "Thank you." He flipped through the papers, reading carefully and signing where he was supposed to. Diana smiled sweetly at Yumeko, admiring the baby blue jumper she was wearing. "You've taken pretty good care of her, and you only found her today?"
"Yes. I went shopping before I stopped here, she required warm clothing." He paused in his signing to look up at Yumeko and tap her cheek, then continued writing. With a final nod, he handed the clipboard back and wrapped his arms around Yumeko again.
Diana glanced over the papers, and smiled for a second time at the adopter. "Mr. Shiro[1] Keitori, Yumeko's all yours. I expect you to take good care of her, and to ensure this, I'll be checking in every two weeks for the first six months. If you have insurance and medical, get her on it."
Shiro smiled at her, and Diana paled, "Of course, Miss Anderson. Yumeko will receive only the best care, but if you wish to visit you'll have to arrange it through Mr. Winner."
He didn't wait for her response, he just stood up with Yumeko and his large bag of items, and left. Diana Anderson leaned back in her chair and touched her hand to her forehead, that smile hadn't been nice at all. It'd be all too familiar. She would have to call Jun's boyfriend, because she was certain that was the baby they were watching.
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-Fast Forward Four Years.-
"Maxwell, hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Wu Fei hovered near the door, dressed up for the occasion with make-up and a red Chinese dress with long sweeping sleeves and golden embroidery. A dragon covered the back with his head on her right shoulder, a claw on her left, another claw covering her right breast, his feet planted down near her buttocks and his long tail wound around her slim waist. Her hair was up in a traditional bun, ornate red and gold chopsticks securing it. Also, a pair of high red stilettos.
Duo ran down the stairs, wearing his hair pulled back in that long French braid while he was otherwise fancy in a black tuxedo with red highlights. He stopped next to her and placed hands on his hips, "Where's the others?" "Coming!" Quatre called down the stairs, only to appear at the top in a white tuxedo with tails. Trowa appeared a second later in his forest green tuxedo with black tie, a rose tucked into his lapel.
"Yuy?" Wu Fei called up the stairs as Quatre and Trowa came down, and his voice rang out strong through the hall, "Just a second. She's not dressed yet."
The four well dressed pilots waited patiently for five minutes before Wu Fei said, "That's it. I'm going to go help." "No need." She was immediately told, and Heero came down the stairs with the little girl holding to his hand. He was wearing a black tuxedo like Duo, except where Duo's was red, Heero's was dark purple. And surprise of all surprises, it looked like he brushed his hair because it was neat instead of wild.
Yumeko, now four, wore a long silk child's kimono in dark purple with a midnight blue obi that matched her eyes. Her black hair was pulled back in an elaborate bun with a silver comb holding it in place. Small tear drop sapphires and diamonds hung from the comb by tiny silver chains. The tiny cloth slippers were barely visible beneath her kimono.
"We're ready," Heero announced with the smile that still caught his friends off guard, and Yumeko agreed in a soft whisper, "Ready." As they were walking down the mansion path to the limousine, Duo innocuously asked, "What took so long?" "Yumeko didn't like her shoes."
"Too soft." The four year old explained, lifting up the kimono to show off the dark purple slippers. She was more accustomed to boots and jean shorts than dresses and jewelry. Duo grinned at her and took her other hand, "Don't worry, kiddo, you'll be in bed before too long." "Okay, Oncle Duo." Heero gave Duo a dirty look over Yumeko's head, and Duo corrected Yumeko, "It's Uncle Duo, kid." "Okay, Uncle Duo." Again, Heero gave Duo a dirty look. This time, Duo just grinned.
Heero had to address the problem, again, by himself. In soft Japanese, he began, "Yumeko, Duo is not your Uncle." Quatre and Trowa slid into the limousine, and sat on the right with Wu Fei between them. Heero slid in next, on the left seat, and placed Yumeko between himself and Duo. "But Father, " She replied in perfect Japanese, "Even if he is not my Uncle, he is like one. Just like Uncle Quatre, and Uncle Trowa. And like Aunt Wu Fei."
Heero glowered at each person in turn, and then shook his head, "Do not argue with me, Yumeko." "Of course not, Father." Duo grinned at Heero, and squeezed Yumeko's hand. She shared a private smile with him, simply because she had taught Duo some Japanese so that he knew what Heero and herself were talking about. The others had simply gotten used to hearing their names in conversation, said in the odd way that Yumeko still said when she spoke in English. Trowa become Toe-ooh-rah, Quatre became Qoo-ahh-tra. Duo and Wu Fei didn't change much at all.
The limousine started up, and for a second, all was silent.
"So, this banquet is for your employees, Uncle Quatre?" Yumeko questioned gently to break the silence, and Quatre smiled at her, "For my employees and for the announcement. You remember what we talked about?" "Changing aliases." She said with a frown, and Trowa nodded approvingly, Yumeko had a large vocabulary.
"We're going to pull a large scheme here, Yumeko, and it's going to require all of us to change our names and location. Do you remember all of our names?" Wu Fei asked of her, Yumeko made a face. "Aunt Wu Fei is Christa Chang, Uncle Trowa is Thomas Jesu, Uncle Quatre is Steven R. Winner, and Uncle Duo is David Maxwell. Me and Father are Adin Veritine and Sandy Veritine." Another face, "But why are all our names American?"
"Because we're going to an American colony, and that means we have to sound and look like that. Which means no more speaking in Japanese, you two." Duo gave Yumeko and Heero a look, and Heero glared at him.
"Well, as long as it doesn't last long." The little girl said with a heavy sigh, glancing at her Father, "I don't like the name Sandy at all." "It won't be that long, Yumeko. We just require a month of free time before we can move to another alias and get to work."
"Une and Noin are waiting on our services at the Preventor's office." Wu Fei adjusted as the limousine hit a bump, and pushed a stray lock of hair back from her forehead, "And they've promised that there will be nothing to do with Relena." "Ririna?" Yumeko didn't like that name, and she frowned as she looked back to Heero, "Isn't that the crazy politician woman? The one who sends roses once a month for you, Father?" Heero grimaced and covered his face with his right hand, "That's her."
"Oh."
Yumeko giggled the rest of the way to the banquet, teasing Heero about the flowers that were sent. Not long after she started, Duo joined in.
******
The banquet was half way over, the speech Quatre prepared had been said, and while Yumeko slept on a small little couch, the pilots were spread out on the dance floor mingling.
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"Otousan?"
Yumeko stood up in the tall green grass, and only saw more grass. She was dressed in her training wear: a long sleeveless white shirt belted over her loose dark blue shorts and a pair of lace up sandals with white cloth wound beneath the leather straps. Her hair was tied back in a bun at the base of her neck with a strip of baby blue fabric.
"Otousan?" She called out again, and this time, someone answered her in English, "Right here, little one." She turned around to face a man who looked exactly like her Father, except he was taller and his hair was black. Yumeko took a step back, wasting no words, and drew her little fists up to her chin. The man laughed, and squatted down before her.
"You don't remember me. I'm not surprised." His voice reminded her of Heero's, smooth and soft, but his was deeper. Curiously, she narrowed her deep blue eyes and asked, "Who are you?" "Desu Keitori Kuro[2]." She spread her legs, placing herself in more of a fighting stance, "Watashi wa Yuy Yumeko."
"So that's what he named you," Kuro made a move to touch her cheek, and she smacked her fist against his hand. The hand returned to rest on his knee, and he smiled. "Shiro's raised you well, little one. But there's no need to be afraid of me. You're dreaming, I can't hurt you." Her fist came down near her stomach, and she scowled. "I don't trust you, so why should I believe you?" "Why shouldn't you? You have no reason not to trust me." "I don't know you." Yumeko argued, and Kuro smiled again at her, and this time it was almost sad.
"You know me as well as you know yourself, little one."
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*****
Yumeko woke up in the warm cradle of someone's arms. She made a small sound of distress, only to be shushed by someone's smooth voice. 'Father's got me,' she thought to herself, and with a smile on her face, she drifted back into a deep dreamless sleep.
******
Rose: There. Yume no Yumeko.
Wu Fei: What's wrong with the Yuy kid?
Duo: Who's Kuro?!
Rose: -Smugly.- You'll see.
Crisis: Oh dear .
Rose: The next chapter is about the guy's side of the party! Or what they remember!! XD!
Shiro[1]- I just realized I didn't explain this last time. My friend says it means White.
Desu Keitori Kuro[2]- 'My name is Keitori Kuro.' And, just like Shiro is white, Kuro is black.
Keitori[3](Unofficially)- I kind of realized a mistake. X.x;; You guys can blame Sesshy for it. He said that Kei meant rapture, but the Kei I'm gonna have to use (Because of his mistake!!) is Strong. So Keitori (Kei + Tori) means Strong Bird!
Rose: I'm well aware that in a different type of Japanese, white is Shiroi, and black is Kuroi. Well, I'm not using that type. So it's Shiro and Kuro.
Crisis: Boss, the contest?
Rose: !.! That's right! I wonder. can anyone guess the relationship between Keitori Kuro and Keitori Shiro? And can anyone guess the relationship between Heero Yuy and Keitori Shiro? I promise, it's good! Guess away! First one to get it right wins this beautiful drawing done in colored pencils of Yumeko, Shiro, and Kuro!
Crisis: You actually drew that already?
Rose: Whaddya mean, already?
Crisis: I figured, you said. I thought it would take longer.
Rose: Hell no! Talented artistic beautiful girls like me take longer?
Duo: -Blink.- Eh, Rose? Talented, artistic, I follow you, but who's the beautiful babe?
Rose: -SMACK!- Damn you, Maxwell!!
Crisis: 0.o() Uh..
Rose: Well, anyways, win the contest! -Skips off to finish her next drawing of Yumeko and the mysterious boy who appears in future chapters.- XD
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