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"There you are," called Elton who was panting rather heavily, wiping the perspiration off his forehead. His black and white butler's suit was slightly creased but still held the knife sharp edges that would put a soldier's uniform to shame. "I have been looking all over for you. Young Master is trying his best not to blow up."

"Sorry," apologized Relena as she turned to face him. She was surrounded by the other Gundam pilots, Lady Une, Sally, Noin and a team of ten Preventers. They were dressed in casual wear to avoid attracting attention which they failed miserably being the largest group at the port.

"No matter. It's more important for us to get back before Young Master can't rein in his temper no more," Elton replied as he led the way.

"Heero have a temper? I'd never thought of that," snickered Duo, his braid swinging vigorously while his body rocked. "Can't imagine him having one."

"I would advise you try to rile it. He does not really have a temper. It's the medication he's on. It is much worst than going through puberty," Elton explained calmly as he led them through a series of doorways to the gate reserved for private usage. He wove them through the less crowded portions of the port to avoid attracting more attention than they already did.

"Is he ill?" asked Relena worriedly as she struggled to keep up with his long stride.

"Yes and no. It's not my place to tell." Elton answered politely as he motioned for them to enter a rather huge spacecraft with the word 'Akira' displayed brilliantly on the body.

The group was amazed at the sheer luxury that was displayed in front of them. Plush maroon carpet covered the floor of the cabin. It glimmered with sheen and served to accentuate the glossy surface of the lovely rosewood furniture that occupied the wide space. Large comfy cushions covered the seats while fragrant flowers filled the room with an intoxicating scent.

"Please make yourself comfortable. Young Master will be with you shortly." Elton explained as he left to help them deposit their sparse luggage.

"Wow. I knew that he had climbed high up the social ladder but this is totally different," commented Duo as he inspected the plush interior.

"It would certainly seem so," replied Quatre as he strolled to caress the silken cushions. "These are made out of real Chinese watered silk. They can cost up to one hundred pounds per meter."

"Now that says something," nodded Sally as she sized up the cabin.

"Excuse me, Lady Une," One of the Preventers asked. "Who exactly is providing the ride?" he was so taken aback by the luxurious setting that he felt quite humbled.

"Special Agent Heero Yuy," Lady Une replied in a firm tone. "You are to obey his orders on his aircraft. Do exactly as he tells you regarding the safety measures."

"That would not be necessary," a voice sounded from a door that appeared out of the wall. "Half of my personal bodyguards are within the aircraft along with 10 fully armed members of the Shadow Walkers. You don't even need to lift a finger." Heero said confidently as he strolled to the middle of the room.

"Heero," Relena called softly.

"Relena," he greeted her back, inclining his head slightly. He was dressed in a simple dark blue suit which served to accentuate his Prussian blue eyes. "You do not have worry about anything on this plane. Start worrying when you reach L5."

"Why should we worry when you'll be there?" asked Noin as her face broken into smiles. "You have yet to let us down yet."

"There is always a first," Heero smiled wryly. "Besides, I'll be very occupied with two dragon ladies. I may actually consider hibernation instead."

"You hibernate!" Duo exclaimed. "That'll be the day."

"You might be surprised," Heero muttered dryly. "Follow me. I'll give you a brief tour. There are some things that you want to familiarize yourself with anyway."

"Sure," Duo said seriously for once.

The other Gundam pilots nodded together as they followed Heero first before the others trailed behind.

They were led through a series of corridors that were considerably less luxurious as the cabin but nonetheless spoke of money.

"This is the control room. All the security cameras and features are also centered here," Heero said as he showed them in to a sprawling control room which flashed with many lights from all the screens. There were almost twenty uniformed members of the crew who were manning the controls and readying for the liftoff.

"We are cleared, Satan," a young man yelled up the deck to Heero.

Heero nodded shortly as he proceeded to bellow out orders. "All hands on deck. Ready the thrusters. Steady the steering wheel. Set the course for L5 port E-W159. Shift up security to amber alert. Ready all radar and visual cloaks."

"Sir. Yes. Sir," the crew cried as they all rushed around the room.

"I want out of here in 5 minutes. We need to be at L5 at 0800hours tomorrow. Is that clear?" Heero bellowed again.

"Aye. We get you. You're becoming such a nag, Satan," joked an old man who limped up on deck. He was a balding old timer with a long scar that stretched from his left eyebrow to his chin. A black eye patch covered his left eye, making him look exactly like a pirate minus a hat.

"Probably not as naggy as you," Heero retorted. To the others, he introduced, "this man here is Captain Stick, known more affectionately as the Jolly Roger because of his one eye-patch. He's the main person in-charge of the current security. Any problem, blame it on him."

"That's not fair. You should shoulder part of the blame. Incorrigible rascal," Jolly Roger lectured as he poked Heero hard in the rib. "What happen to all those things I taught you all those years ago?"

"Watch it. I'm still recovering," Heero shouted as he dodged Jolly Roger's finger. "AS to what happen to those things you taught. I believed they have been flushed down the drain."

"Why you little devil. I didn't believe a word they said about you growing up. You are the same horrid, mischievous, naughty, impish…"

"Ill-mannered?" Heero supplied cheekily.

"Yes. Offensive, annoying…"

"Maddening, infuriating, frustrating?"

"Why you are really," Jolly Roger stopped short as he realized his folly. "Forget it. I am never going to argue with you again."

"Nice that you know," Heero sniggered as he signaled to the others to leave.

"Go. Get out of here. Don't disrupt my peaceful existence," Jolly Roger said as he chased them away.

"Whatever you say, Captain," Heero shrugged as he left with the others trailing rather lost behind him.

"Did what I see just happened in there?" asked Duo questioningly while his eyes were open in sheer amazement. "Some one hit me. It must be a dream." It was too impossible to be real. Heero playing a fool and joking about.

"Ouch!" Duo yelled as Wufei gave him a hard punch on his face.

"You felt the pain, it's not a dream," concluded Wufei as he rubbed his knuckles.

"You didn't have to hit so hard," grumbled Duo as he rubbed his raw cheek.

The others snickered quietly as Quatre asked, "Heero. Why do they all call you Satan?"

"It's my given name. Satan Skywalker."

"If Satan is your real name, what's Heero Yuy?" asked Lady Une.

"It's a codename. Dr. J gave it to me. Satan is a name that attracts a lot of attention."

"I can get the idea," Sally grinned.

"5th Young Master?" called a soft voice down the hallway.

"Yes, Carlo. What may I do for you?" Heero responded politely as a beautiful blonde approached him. She was dressed an elegant dusty pink suit and holding a clipboard in her arm.

"You have a call from…" Carlo stopped short when she realized that she had caught everyone's attention.

"Trey. I know," Heero answered as his lips twisted in a wry smile. "I was expecting it."

Carlo nodded as she shot him a very sympathetic smile.

"He's on line 3 in your office space."

"I'll be right there. Pleases escort our guest to the dining area. Mia and Flash will take it from there," Heero instructed as he turned down one of the corners. "Oh, the way. Have you seen my ear plugs?"

"I've got them right here. I took the liberty to get them for you," Carlo replied as she dug two skin-colored ear plugs out of her jacket pocket.

"Thanks. Remind me to send a 'thank you' note to the terrible twosome when I get back. If I do live, of course," Heero shrugged as he walked away.

"Absolutely, Sir. I'll get it already before you know it," Carlo replied ever so efficiently. "Would you please follow me, I'll show you where you are to dine tonight." She asked the others in a very professional tone.

"Thank you, Carlo," Relena replied, pleasantly smiling.

"Will Heero be joining us?" asked Noin.

"For dinner, mostly likely not. But he will certainly join you for supper. This way please. The cafeteria is right down here."

"So you are his new secretary," Quatre commeneted as he sought to strike up a conversation.

"Yes, Mr. Winner," Carlo replied politely. "I am the replacement of Mirage of whom I believe you have met."

"What does Heero do for a living?"

"He is the Chief executive officer of Akira which is now the leading electronics company among the colonies."

"When did Akira start?" asked Wufei. "I never saw Heero spend anytime on it during the war."

"Akira was originally the property of his foster mother, Mistress Gaia. 5th Young Master took over after he returned from the Eve Wars. He has been heading it ever since," Carlo filled them in.

"If his foster mother is Gaia, who is Krystal to him?" asked Duo.

"Mistress Krystal is his…how do you put it… Godmother."

"Okay. Then whose his real mother?" asked Relena, curiosity burning in her to find to more of Heero's past.

"I have no idea. Only 5th Young Master himself knows who his parents are. Mistress Gaia, Zariach and probably the late Reva may have an idea but they have yet to reveal."

"Then who are Zariach and Reva to him?"

"I'm afraid that's a question only he can answer. I only came to Mistress Zariach's service four years ago. I have no inkling of his past or childhood. He's not really one to share," Carlo replied with a little wry smile.

"You can definitely say that again," Duo nodded back.

"Here we are. There will be people to serve you inside. Have a pleasant flight." Carlo said as she ushered them into a spacious cafeteria.

"There they are," cried a blonde man who signaled to his brunette companion. "I thought they got lost and decided to forgo dinner."

"Don't be silly, Flash," the brunette reproved. "Have you no faith in your sergeant? He's not one to do things by halves."

"Probably not, but he's been under a lot of stress lately, I'm betting that he will break sooner or later. Don't you agree, Mia?"

"Do not. I hardly think that he'll break. Not in the near future."

"Who are you people?" asked Duo, rudely interrupting their bickering.

"I'm Flash, Satan's right hand man. This lady here is Mia, she's his left hand. We're in charge of making sure you eat," the blonde man began. "Today's menu is flexible. You can order up any dish that this world has ever seen. If it has yet to be invented, I'm sure we can whip something up."

"Okay, Heero's life just got a whole lot weirder," Noin commented.

"Actually if you consider the fact that it was never normal to begin with, being weirder is just part and parcel of who he is."

"True," Lady Une consented. "That is part of who he is. Do you happen to have any crepes?" Lady Une smiled as she sat down in anticipation of a scrumptious meal.

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