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Trowa Barton was watching the performance of a fifteen year old on the street near one the buildings where Quatre was having a meeting. She moved with an almost cat-like grace while she smiled at the audience. Her maple hair attracted people's attention while her dreamer's quiet hazel eyes seemed to lure you into an abyss.

'What an extraordinary person! She manages to seem innocent yet dangerous at the same time,' thought Trowa.

When she finally finished performing, thunderous clapping echoed the whole street. 'Could this be the person be the one that Heero is looking for? She does fit the description.'

When the crow finally cleared, Towa approached her. "Are you M?" he asked quietly.

"Who wants to know?"

"H does. He has been looking for you."

'M' turned to face him and asked, "Well, where is he?"

Trowa merely nodded and led the way.

"This is the room," pointed out Quatre. He had ended his meeting to accompany them.

'M' nodded and went in. She opened the door to an empty bed. She turned back and was about to throw daggers at Quatre and Trowa when the unmistakable click of a gun sounded.

Heero was standing in the corner pointing a gun towards 'M'.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," he whispered dangerously.

To their utmost surprise, 'M' smiled widely. "You have not changed much."

"Neither have you," comment Heero as he lowered his gun.

"1079M. Miyuki. Moscow."

"5819H. Heero Yuy. Satan."

"Did you really think that someone would insane enough to kill you?" asked an amused Heero.

"You might be," joked Miyuki. She replaced her knives back into her boots and looked up at him. "I knew you were going to look me up. I just did not know how."

"I will never be that insane. What pleasure anyone might get from killing you are not worth Zariach's wrath. She is not as forgiving as she used to be," retorted Heero.

"Quite true. How are your bones feeling?"

"Like I have been run over by a bulldozer which is the truth but whose caring."

"You're just lucky Godmother came to save you, she almost wanted to just let you die. She's still very unhappy about the fact that you ran away."

"She'll forgive me but Godfather might not be so forgiving."

"He and God mother quarreled for days over your disappearance. They were deciding whether to let you die or live."

"I don't mean to interrupt but what is the connection between both of you?" asked Quatre.

"We were both orphans taken in by Godmother and Godfather. They took care of us until we decided to leave home," replied Heero.

"We've known each other for years. Almost like siblings, aren't we?" asked Miyuki giving Heero a light kick.

"I don't, ace. I think it is dangerous crowd to hang out with," he answered tiredly and lied down on the bed. "I think anything might not be worth so much of this trouble."

"It is if Zariach is the one who's watching out for your back," argued Miyuki good-naturedly.

"When she's not trying to run circles around you, sure."

"Who is Zariach?" asked Trowa.

"She's one of the orphans. There are like I think twenty-six of us," answered Miyuki.

"One for every letter of the alphabet," added Heero.

"That's quite interesting. I didn't know that you had such an interesting background," commented Quatre.

"Right now, I wish I didn't," he replied.

"Don't be such a spoilsport. We did have lots of fun together," said Miyuki.

"Yes. But you also brought us a lot of trouble too. Remember the time you let the buffalos in the house. It very nearly flattened the entire house. The terrible twosome also keeps playing tricks, that must be some life that you like," said Heero.

"Maybe but you had your fair share of tricks. Who was the one who put a slimy lizard in Mrs. Blake's bed?" retorted Miyuki.

"Well, this is an interesting reunion," commented Quatre to the ever-silent Trowa.

"You haven't the slightest idea," replied Miyuki. "Oh, by the way, God mother Krystal told me to tell you that she has paid all of the medical bills. You are to keep your sorry ass in bed until you get better and help Jewel with the company."

"I heard you," said Heero waving his hand.

"You'd better. She's not very happy with you still, you must tread a little more carefully in this few weeks." Miyuki looked at her wrist watch and said, "I better be going, there's an important executives meeting today and I'm about to miss it. By the way, Zariach has a house prepared for you on colony L3. She said you could live there if you chose to."

"Help me thank her the next time you see her, I'll probably move there in four days time, once I get out of hospital," replied Heero.

Miyuki smiled and left after she paused at the door and said, "Welcome back, Heero."

Relena was fingering her sleeve as Lady Une walked with her to Heero's ward. She had just finished a tiring meeting with other peace leaders after getting over the breakdown brought around by Krystal's visit.

The door open and revealed a fully dressed Heero with Trowa and Quatre. Relena felt her insides tighten as she looked at Heero. He was dressed in a white long sleeves and a pair of black slacks. His usual head of brown hair was as unruly as ever as he sat up on his bed.

"Welcome," greeted Quatre smiling at Relena.

"Relena," said Heero as he looked at her with unwavering Prussian blue eyes.

"Hello Heero. How are you feeling?" asked Relena, trying her best to keep from stammering.

"Much better," he replied after a pause. "Thank you for your concern."

Relena and the others were taken aback by his reply. He rarely expressed any form of well...anything.

"You're welcome," replied Lady Une who was the first to recover from her shock.

"I'm sorry that I had to bother you. I wasn't expecting it to get so out of hand," continued Heero.

"That's alright. We are happy that we can finally be of help," answered Quatre. "What were you doing anyway?"

"I was sorting out a few problems and meeting up with the past. Nothing special."

"I see. That's why you got run over by a truck?" asked Trowa. He had remained silent till just now.

"Partially. I wasn't expecting him to be so emotional, to put it mildly."

"What was you trying to do?" asked a concerned Relena, "to make him run you over with a truck."

"I can't tell you but I am definitely no going back there until he cools down."

"What an excellent idea, young master. I'm glad you finally see the light," came a new voice at the door. He was a middle-aged butler dressed in a suit with knife edged trousers. He had a cloth draped over his right arm and was carrying a suitcase in his other hand.

"Who are you?" asked Quatre.

"As of today, I am Young master Heero's personal butler. 13th mistress believes that it would be beneficial if he had a keeper."

"Great, that means I'm grounded for life," muttered Heero under his breath.

"13th mistress said that you would be happy to have your wardrobe be delivered to you personally as well as your new ride since you blew up the other one," he continued without blinking an eye. "She also said to inform you of your piling-up workload at the head office."

"Well, it looks like you have someone to keep you out of trouble," commented Lady Une.

"I must really thank you, Elton to take up such a thankless task," commented Heero dryly.

"My pleasure, Young master. I am very pleased with the paycheck, which was presented to me for this tedious task. 13th mistress also said that it is coming out of your paycheck if you get into such trouble again," said Elton with a small grin.

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