Quatre sat boredly on the bus staring out the window; he sighed, if his father had known he was on a bus it would be better for him to commit suicide than face him. He remembered his father's words "People with money DO NOT ride public transport."

Quatre rolled his eyes it wasn't so bad, it wasn't like he would get kidnapped or something. At that exact moment the power failed. The five year old looked up from his thoughts all of the other passengers were getting up from their seats and looking around confusedly. He pushed his way through the crowd to the door where some stupid guy was pushing the button repeatedly. Quatre traced his fingers along the door in the grey light. Almost immediately he found the crack; Quatre wedged his fingers into it and pulled with as much strength as he had. He managed to open the door just wide enough for himself to climb out where it stuck and refused to go any further. "Good," he beamed looking at how far he had gotten. Quatre squeezed out the door and onto the dimly lit street. It was then that he saw a brown haired boy about his age. Of course he didn't think and yelled out, "Hey over here!"

The boy was running and as soon as the words came out of Quatre's mouth the boy veered towards the innocent child. This other boy was taller than Quatre but not as tall as Trowa; he wore a green sleeveless shirt and black spandex shorts, his hair hung into his eyes. Quatre didn't realize what he had just done until this other boy pulled his gun from his hip and pointed it threateningly at Quatre.

He grabbed Quatre around the neck, "Okay rich kid, don't fight back and you don't get a bullet in the brain." He then pushed Quatre roughly into a nearby car. He didn't put his gun back until they reached the highway.

"What's your name Blondie?"

"Quatre."

"Like the number?" He rolled his eyes "Idiot."

"Yep! Quatre Raberba Winner, What's your name?" Quatre asked.

"Heero Yuy."

"No it's not."

Heero twitched "You do realize I have a gun?"

"Yes I noticed. Where did you learn to drive?"

"Stop asking questions okay?"

Quatre decided to be quiet and look out the window. "Where are we going? Are we going to get there soon?"

Heero was just about ready to strangle this sickly innocent rich kid, "We are going to shuttle bay 12, and we will be there in 10 minutes now shut up!"

The rest of the trip was in silence. When they finally reached the shuttle bay Heero stopped, "You are my ticket out of here Blondie, so I need you to do exactly what I tell you to and not do anything idiotic, okay?"

Quatre nodded. At this point Heero told Quatre exactly what he had to do and they entered the building. Quatre made a beautiful performance and told the guy at customs how he and his friend were doing a school project and they were flying to L1. The guy at customs didn't even blink when the five year old gave him a credit card to pay.

Heero then told Quatre a long speech about how he was supposed to forget he had ever met him and that if he ever went looking for him he would be brutally killed.

Quatre left Heero, hailed a taxi, and made his way home. As he walked up to the door and was just about to swipe the keycard his father opened it.

"Quatre, do you realize what time it is?"

Quatre didn't have to look at his watch to realize it was late, "Sorry Father." He bowed, "I lost track of time playing with a new friend."

"Very well," his father said picking up his newspaper and sitting down, "Don't be late again." He motioned for Quatre to sit and eat. "What did you do today?"

"I was taken hostage"

His father didn't even look up from his newspaper "That's nice Quatre…"

R&R! -Rei