Wakai Kyoushu

Young Assassins

Sutoomu

Here is Hee-chan's meeting with Odin Lowe! As a little side note, Odin Lowe is an assassin as well. So he has the same monotone, perfection type personality as Heero.

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Here is Heero's meeting with his uncle, Odin Lowe. I hope you like it. And know that after this chapter, it will take a while for another update. I have no more written after this, and writing is hard lately.

Heero sat silently on the chair, wishing he had his labtop. He hated it when he had no purpose. He could have done so much in the fifteen minutes he had been waiting if he had had his labtop. But he didn't have it, and he had been sitting as he was ever since he was shown into the room. He looked around curiously for cameras. This was a base after all. it should have cameras. He found one small one in the corner. It was an old version. Heero toyed with the idea of taking out his gun and shooting it, just to let the Preventors know they were annoying him with making him wait. To meet this uncle of his. Odin Lowe.

Heero snorted at the thought of having family. He was an assassin, and assassins had no family or friends. His brows furrowed at that thought. Duo was a friend, though, and even the others were considered to be friends. Maybe Une's goal was coming true. Perhaps he could be normal. He had friends...

He felt rather than heard the door swing silently open. Heero had quickly learned when he was young how to tell if someone was in the room. It was like an aura. A feeling. An empty room felt different than an occupied room. The man's steps, though very silent, and breathing, though very controlled, simply confirmed the fact for Heero. He wondered how this man had ever learned to control his breathing and soften his steps that well. He was good enough to be an assassin.

"Heero Yuy?"

Heero's eyes casually made their way up to a man. He was tall and dark haired, with light grey eyes. "Yes."

"I'm Odin Lowe," the man sat down, his own eyes never straying from Heero's face. "They say you're an assassin." It was a statement, not a question, and Heero knew immediately this man did not waste words. He was like Heero, then.

"Yes," Heero nodded.

"You deserve to know that I cannot be family to you," Odin said with a stoic face. "In truth, I was never close to my adopted brother, your father. We never got along well. We never talked since we left home."

"Your discontentment with my father is continued in me?" Heero's eyes glinted.

The man shifted, a deliberate distraction attempt to allow him time to either recover or think up what to say. "No. But I have a career which is very dangerous and takes me traveling constantly. I do not have the time to take care of a fourteen year old boy, even if you are an assassin. I'm sure you're a very capable young man, but I cannot take you."

"I don't want to go with you," Heero said. "They call you my uncle, a relative, but you are a stranger to me. I don't have a family, and I don't need a family. I'm an assassin."

"Well put," Odin agreed. "And I agree with you completely. I do, however, feel some sort of obligation..."

"Don't."

"...so I brought this for you. It's the only picture I have, and I had to dig it out of storage, but I thought you would like it." He handed Heero a photograph. It wasn't the best quality, and was worn by being folded, but it was still in good enough condition. "That's your mother, Mishina, and your father, Ronin."

Heero looked blankly at the two completely unfamiliar faces. He could see that he had inherited his father's messy hairstyle and blue eyes, but the darker brown of his hair and more of his asian qualities came from his mother. "Thank you," he said monotone-like.

Odin stood up. "I have to go now. I just came to get you that. I might come visit sometime, but it will be very hard for me to find time, so please don't expect it." Heero simply stared at him as he walked to the door.

"How did they die?" he suddenly asked. Odin looked back at him, startled. "How did my parents die?"

Odin sighed. "It was a fire. They were burnt to death along with you, so it was presumed. Have a good life, Heero. I'm sorry." He left, and Heero looked back at the picture.

He trailed a finger along the edge, noting the many characteristics he shared in common with both his parents. His mother was japanese, with simple and innocent, yet pretty looks, and his father looked like he had just a hint of japanese anscestry as well. Just a hint, in his facial features, as his hair was a very light brown color and his eyes were Heero's deep blue. Mishina had very long deep brown straight hair that was swept behind one shoulder and tucked behind her ears. Her small black eyes looked alive along with her small smile. She appeared demure, but Heero could see she had life in her by the simple little things in her. That's how he was. He noticed everything. Heero stared uncaringly at the picture and tried to think of the two of them burning to death, trying to see if it affected him. It didn't.

"Why can't I care?" he asked himself. It was a common question he asked himself often. He could never seem to care about anything. If someone died, he wouldn't care. If pressed about it, he'd say death comes to all, why bother getting upset about it. The fact that his parents had burnt to death in a fire didn't pull any heartstrings at all.

He let himself sigh and stood up, leaving out the door. He headed back for the main sitting room to wait for Duo and the others. He hoped they weren't too long. He felt the need to have their presence with him. It was comforting, in a strange way. He didn't feel quite so isolated, quite so alone with them there. Stick him in a room with anyone at all, and he'd still be lonely, but put him with the other assassins, especially Duo, and he'd feel full inside. It was a very odd and confusing feeling.

Damnit, everything was confusing!

Did you like this meeting? Was it good? Is Heero's thinking written good? Anyhoo, tell me what you think of this chap!

Storm