Flashback

Odin Lowe growled lowly as he stomped up the steps, forgetting to keep his emotions in check. The kid was supposed to be at the bus stop for him to be picked up two days ago. Some dust fell off the stairs from being hit so hard. How Odin wished that he could just take out his gun and get rid of his "parent". Then, they wouldn't have to waste time with him worrying about his mother and 'crap like that.' As Odin described it.

He made it to the door, 214, and cracked his shoulders slightly as he flexed his leg and lifted his arm to knock politely. He waited, and waited. He growled dangerously again through clenched teeth and lifted his foot and kicked it sharply and hard.

The door swung open and Odin stepped into the ramshackle apartment. He stepped over some dirty laundry and over bottles of pills and such. He wrinkled his nose in disapproval. Even though he taught the kid to be an assassin, he would kill the kid personally if he found him on the crap like his "whore-of-a-mother" as he put it.

He looked down and his eyes darkened. Leaning against the wall was the kid's mother and he felt like killing her right then and there. In her loosely flexed hand was a syringe with nothing in it. He looked at her arm, the inner part of her elbow joint and saw the red streaks from her "little problem".

"Heroin Whore." He muttered as he glanced around for the kid after kicking his mother sharply in the side. Her eyes were rolled up, showing that she had used the drug not so long ago. Her eyes fluttered as she let a loose smile form onto her lips slightly.

He walked off and peeked into the bedroom frowning when he saw the "father" with another woman sleeping next to him. He clenched his teeth and bit his lip until it drew blood and his trigger finger twitched.

He heard slightly heavy breathing that wasn't coming from any of the other three occupants in the room. He turned and looked around in the silent household and glanced at a closet where the noise was coming from. He glared; hoping that it wasn't what he thought was happening in this hellhole.

He walked over in great strides to find out the cause of the noise. He turned the knob and frowned slightly and he rattled it, not getting any response other than breathing in the small space. He glared and then took out a pick that he always carried with him. He quickly got the lock undone, not daring to use his gun to blow off the handle in case there was someone in side that would be injured from the blast.

He pulled the door open with a little too much force than necessary. He then looked and let his eyes adjust to the dark shadows in the closet. The first thing he noticed was the smell of stale air that showed the door hadn't been open for over three days. There was a slight smell in the air that reeked of blood.

"Kid…" Odin whispered as he fell to his knees and lightly shook the boy in the closet. There were dark circles under his eyes and Odin glanced at the door, noting the blood smears and the claw and scratch marks. He looked at the kid's hands and wrists and felt fury and anger grow inside him.

The boy's now even thinner body showed that he hadn't even had the energy to move from his spot let alone try and get out again. He gently shook the boy again and he smiled slightly in relief as he exhaled when he saw the kid fluttered open his prussian blue eyes.

"…O-Odin…" He let out in barely a whisper, his eyes lowering slightly as he felt the darkness beckoning to him. He wouldn't feel so much pain anymore. He wanted to die, leaving this painful world behind but he couldn't find it in himself to die like this, to die because of them.

"Hey, Kid, I need you to hang on. Hold on, 'kay?" Odin encouraged. No way would he let this kid die and let all those years go to waste. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but even he was starting to believe this kid was working his way towards his cold heart.

"You came...?" Odin couldn't help but wince at the raspy sounding voice.

"Of course." Odin said, not believing how the words could come out so easily. He felt his emotions take a turn in the road, from sorrow and regret to vengeance and hatred. He swore to himself he would get rid of these two parent's, with or without the kids knowledge.

The kid closed his eyes as he felt the darkness beckoning to him again but opened them again when he heard Odin speak. "I have to leave, one day at the most. Less then most likely. You have to hang in there until I get back." He lied. He couldn't let the kid know of his plans.

The kid weakly nodded his head and Odin picked him up, not wanting to leave him. The child had already suffered from a lot, more than anyone his age should have to suffer from.

He placed the kid on the couch after cleaning it and smiled softly before backing away to the shadows, grabbing the woman by the hair and hearing a slight yelp. He growled to her and she looked up at him with slightly sane eyes. The drug was working its way out of her system.

He threw her into the bedroom and got a belt, tying it tightly over her neck as she struggled slightly but was in no shape to fight against a highly trained assassin. He loosed the belt around a pipe that was coming out of the ceiling and placed her on a stool while she shed some tears, understanding what was going on.

"N-no!" She whimpered as Odin's cold gaze stared her down. "W-what d-d-did I do…?" she whimpered again, trying to get loose the belt but only fumbling, the effects of the drug still in her system. He tried to keep her feet on the stool that was slightly lower, her feet grazing it slightly.

"…" Odin said nothing before placing his heel on the stool, ready to kick it away as the woman screamed slightly. "I'll see you in hell." He said coldly as he kicked the stool away and then he picked it up lightly as he threw it across the room so people, or the kid, wouldn't get suspicious. He pulled out his gun and pulled off the safety, firing at the girl in the bed who screamed once before being silenced.

The man woke up with a startle after hearing the woman lying next to him cry and reached for the pistol he kept in his drawer but a shot rang. The man's head rolled on the pillow slightly as lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling.

'That's for you, kid.' The assassin said to himself as he put his gun away.

"…" Without another word, the man left the room and looked at the stirring kid before exiting through the fire escape, ready to pick him up before the authorities came or anyone who got wind of this.

After hearing the hyperventilating breathing he could only assume it was the kid and he jerked the window open, rushing in to see the kid staring at his mother's lifeless body. Odin grinned internally at his handy work, it really did look like a suicide.

"Come on kid, there's nothing left for you here." Odin said as he gripped the child's shoulder with slight force. The child looked and him and nodded slowly, stumbling to his feet from lack of energy before Odin swept the kid up in his arms as he jumped out the window silently right before the police and neighbor rushed in.

Odin looked at the blank eyes of the child and sighed inside. He had spoken to his superior and that scientist, Dr J insisted that he wiped the boy's memories of everything but Odin for the safety of himself and those around him. How could Odin refuse?

He walked up to the slightly intimidating room and then looked at the doors before pushing them open and handing a slightly frightened boy over to men in lab coats. He had a gut feeling that something wasn't right but he couldn't disobey his orders.

It was for the best after all.

TBC

Author's note:

Thank you everyone for the reviews! I updated and this will hopefully be the last of the "flashback" chapters. (yeah!) I think that I should have made him older when he first cut himself but, well…I had to tie in the suicide of his mother when he was two years old as said previously. Sorry for the long wait on the chapter, I've been really busy and am also trying to get my other stories updated along with school, friends, etc.

Sadly, I'm not going to put up a reviewer response since I'm really tired and had to even beg for a coke to drink so I could get some caffeine to boost my system's energy and yada. I tried to make this chapter as long as I could and all, it may seem crappy so don't murder me or anything.

I don't think that I will add any relationships in this story though I may hint at them. Romance could be the worst thing for a recovery patient like Heero is most likely going to be since they may have a bad moment that could well, lead him into depression or something bad like that.

Someone commented on Heero's abusive parents and the answer to that is this: the reason by both of them are abusive is because abuse can be passed on through people. It has a tendency to follow the victim who eventually can become the abuser later on in life. Wow, that was a mouthful. I may look at my health notes and hint to the others about a depression he might go into.

This is the last flashback for the next how ever many chapters until whenever. That probably made no sense what so ever, so don't mind me. O.O I'm kinda dead right now… ahem, so Heero's partners will be Duo and Relena and hopefully they will find out whats going on in the next chapter.

Reviews make me happy. They also help me write. They also can be good for suggestions and thoughts about this story. I know this chapter sucks, but I wrote it when I did since I haven't updated since forever and I felt like crap. I need a hug… O.O sorry about that…anyhow, thank you for those who have given more support (yeah! 82 reviews!)

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