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[Gundam Wing] The idiot who came to change the future

Title: The idiot who came to change the future
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters: Heero Yuy , Odin Lowe
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4504 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: The first hypothetical encounter between Odin and Heero.
Notes: So. XD Aside from the extreme tiredness that I long so some things are not physically able to write, I'm pretty pleased with the outcome. Obviously this stuff is not remotely comparable to the standard episode Zero * * bows down in worship, but it is not too bad, come on. Heero's past I would not say anything more precise because I had ideas I wanted to keep an aura of mystery. The title is taken from Manga, specifically from the words of Odin: "You never know where and when any idiot could come to change the future" (The Idiot, you know, is the same who killed Odin Yuy ^ ^). That said, know that I'm exhausted. XD (UNDER THE KNIGHTS! \\ O /)
Spoiler: Episode ZERO, AC 188
Disclaimer: Sunrise
Warning: None



The murderess is already on the roof, waiting. Hidden behind the crosshairs of his rifle, his eyes wandering slowly across the stage, until the face of his goal does not appear clearly in the center of the cross - a grim omen for the end of a man took to the streets only to bring a message peace.
wait a second, perhaps because the wind is not completely in favor of or perhaps because he feels that the man's eyes are looking directly into the barrel of his rifle, proud and aware that, although this is its end, we will still be someone willing to fight for what they believe him. The murderess
biting the inside of the cheek and when he shoots the shot comes to his ears like an annoyed snort, quickly gets up and walks away, without stopping to look at his victim just before his death falls to the ground, dying, and all that is left behind is only the dark shadow of his hat - and the bullet that from that moment on, will forever change the destiny of the world.



That afternoon it rained. Odin Lowe stuck his hands in his pockets and lowered his head, hiding his eyes under the brim of his cap as he tried to walk close to the wall as possible, to avoid being hit at all by the roar of water falling from the sky. This morning he had heard the forecast on the radio who was in his hotel room, but when he left, he had not taken care not to carry an umbrella, much less get one when he started to rain, after all, did not make much sense to worry about then for a few drops of water, especially on a colony where even the weather conditions were subject to human needs.
smiled at that thought, wondering what on earth could people do with it rain, when the irrigation of fields and trees were completely independent and automated, and at that precise moment a car rush past, spraying against him and other three people who were at that point of the sidewalk an annoying water jet. A woman began to curse and Odin passed his hand under the peak, wiping her eyes before turning in the direction that the car was gone, extending our gaze to the tall building that soared across the street, and now, in all that rain, it seemed almost an old brick water-soaked, now to throw.
breathed deeply and turned away again, shrugging. All in all, this had been a simple job, clean, and despite internal security was well organized, there was not much wanted to sneak into the building and reach the fifteenth floor where he was the office of his goal - and if he thought about it could still see the look of fear and horror that he had given him before he pressed the trigger, along with prayers and flattery typical of powerful men who were seen tearing from a nobody any the only thing I could never steal or buy back. He felt an annoying flicker at the bottom of the back and, following the folds of the road, turned left, in a narrow street that did not know. In all honesty, that work had not liked at all and, if he could, he would have much left to lose fat and would leave as he came, with his pistol in the side well hidden, as if nothing had happened but the customer had paid well, and in cash, and given its current financial condition, knew had no right to do so picky.
crouched under a porch and shook her shoulders to slip away a bit 'of water from the jacket and, as usual, slipped a hand from his pocket, bringing the eyes a little note written in tiny handwriting and scratchy, as if it had been scribbled quickly, before leaving home. Quickly memorized the contents of the ticket and, having played and thrown into a puddle beside the sidewalk, walked again, just by lifting the visor from time to time to study the names of shops and premises, until they arrived a bar slightly recessed between two buildings completely anonymous.
When he entered, a couple of bells began to ring and he looked away, gently, before closing the door. The room was small, modest, dignified but friendly and he looked around, carefully studying all of the few customers in a handful of tables, before approaching the counter. There was a couple of kids in the corner, an old man with a newspaper sitting on one of the stools, and right next to the window, what at first glance had seemed a family of three persons, father and mother a child who has had four years on lazily sucking through a straw, as if for some reason forced to drink his juice reluctantly.
Odin stared at length with knitted brows, studying the features of his face contracts that did not even know why he had something of an attractive and disturbing, as if he were in front of a big lion closed in a cage, but, nevertheless, continued to have light in the eyes of the predator.
shook his head and took off his hat, running a hand through his damp hair and ordered a whiskey on the rocks to the man behind the counter. He took the glass between his fingers and swung in the air for a moment, before you sip a drink.
"Anything but" not found ", I think no one is moving to find those responsible, this is the truth."
Odin raised his head and turned to the side, to the man sitting with a newspaper a few stools away. "What?"
The man appeared from behind the thick typewritten pages as if they were the scenes of a theater and a vice Odin felt the pit of my stomach when he saw his eyes so full of anger and sadness that could have burst at moment. The wrinkled face twitched in a grimace and the old man put down the newspaper on the counter, showing an article that filled two full pages, full of black and white photos of people who were certain to have seen you somewhere, perhaps only in passing .
"The Family Peacecraft, you remember? They died two years ago today, and yet it was not found liable. "
Odin stared at the paper as if they saw him and nodded. "Yes, I heard about it," he said, his throat dry, while some vague memory was beginning to make his way in his mind. Peacecraft. They had to be the rulers of some small European country, or something like that.
"I was Sancho. I was, I say, "continued the old, wild-eyed gaze fixed on the picture that showed a bearded man solemn air," because now Sanc no longer exists. I was at my house when they were killed. I heard the news on the radio the next day, we believed? "Odin
blinked and finally focused the paper, pausing to consider what should be a family portrait in which they appeared to two children, one about six years and a baby - a tiny, correct, read the caption under the photo - who have had one or two yes and no . For what seemed to understand, no one knew where they were finished.
"I say, but it seems a reasonable thing?" Replied the old man, reaching out to a bony half-empty glass of bourbon that he seemed to have been filled several times already. "They were not bad people, mica, certain that they were not. He says even the name, what they did. "Took a long swig and then handed the empty glass to the bartender, because fill him. "They were pacifists, peace with controfiocchi. And have them killed because they wanted peace between the Earth and the Colonies, but I say, in your opinion what is the point? "
Odin looked down and drank his whiskey in turn, to buy time. "It is absurd to me," she said, cautiously, in spite of himself was aware that the man had every reason in the world. The old man closed the newspaper
shooting near riportandoselo. "The world is going crazy, young man. The world, I say, including the Colonies, after all we are all human, no? Going crazy. Now people talk of peace is murdered and those who foment war become leaders and heads of state. " He paused for a moment and Odin could not help but look away, as he felt a wave of fear and shame to hit a straight punch to the stomach. The old man shook his head, putting the newspaper under his arm and stood up, completely oblivious of his bourbon. "Let me give you some advice," he said, picking up her umbrella. "If you go away, as soon as possible. Go, I say, away completely. Disappears. Because heaven knows this because I would not be here when the world falls apart and boys like her, or even as small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the boundary between what makes us or machines. "
Odin opened his mouth to reply but the old man turned his back and, after paying, he went away, disappearing behind the bell of the door and walks along the edge of the road under his old off-colored umbrella, just like a ghost. Odin stared at the door for a long time, blinking and, moments later, he sensed the presence of another man who was coming, sitting on the stool instead of the old. "There are strange people around, eh?"
Odin spun around, caught off guard and raised his eyebrows when he identified both the newcomer as the guy who had seen earlier sitting at a table with a woman and her child. He shifted his gaze to a time when other family members and felt shaking from the bone when he realized that the baby had stopped drinking the juice, and now was staring at him, straight in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmured, unable to look away. "Really weird."
The man smiled and walked a little, leaning on the counter with her elbow. "You know what? To me that old has exaggerated this, "he joked, raising his glass between his fingers full of bourbon, before handing it over to the bartender.
Odin smiled, turning to look in his direction. "At that age would be best not to overdo it."
"I agree," said, chuckling. For a moment neither spoke, and Odin realized absently that the two boys went out on the sly, leaving only customers at the bar. He frowned and sighed, holding up the other man his glass of whiskey. 'However, sometimes a shot is the only thing that picks you up in the bad days. "
The man next to him raised his eyebrows and his eyes appeared for a second a flash of awareness. "That, and good news," he answered, mechanically, stretching a hand toward him to shake his. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr ...?"
"Lowe. Odin. And you? "He asked, pretending to be friendly, as he slipped the note into his pocket that he had just passed and had to be imagined that the information he needed to pick up the rest of the money.
"Smith. Jhon, "he said, jokingly, and Odin gave him a smile. A false name, of course. He would not have expected anything different.
"And tell me, that is his family, Mr. Smith?"
The man seemed to suddenly freeze in place and turned, slowly, following the line of sight of Odin to the table where the woman and her child were sitting , one in front of each other. He swallowed. "No. Be ', that's my girlfriend, but the child is a son of my brother. Lets us know every now and then, he and his wife are busy people. "
Odin raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips into a hard line, but said nothing to argue with the touch of his client was not a wise move and, after all, these were not business her. He looked at the child, the colored T-shirt, sneakers sticking out from under the table and sighed. It was unlikely that they had kidnapped, or they would not have brought about in that way, but could not bet your son had no brother, just had another kind of human being. One more special.
"What is it called? Asked, point blank, unable to restrain himself.
The man cocked his head. "I excuse me? "
" His nephew, "she said, displaying a friendly smile. "What's his name?"
"My ... oh, yes, of course. His name is Jim. "
Odin nodded. That guy was the worst liar ever to appear on the face of the Universe. "Cute. James is going to? "
" Yeah, "he said, turning his head back and swallowed hard, standing up. 'Well, it was nice to meet you, I gotta go. "Odin stood up, but he was faster and after a quick nod toward the woman, paid and went away, disappearing down the road as it did the old man before them.
Odin sat down again, panting, and grabbed his half-empty whiskey in anger, flipping occasionally glances out the door, as if to see them reappear at any moment.
"This is not just his day, eh?" Odin
lazily lifted his head towards the bartender, jaw contracted. "What?"
"Before the old man, now this guy," he smiled, clutching his back. "It seems that all the crazies have to meet her." Odin
sighed and emptied his glass, then beating it with more force than necessary on the counter. "Yeah. My usual luck. "
" I want another? "He asked, pointing to the last drop of whiskey that climbed on the glass. "On the house."
Odin looked at him a moment without saying anything and eventually nodded. "Yes. Thank you. "

*

[Eight weeks later]

The sound of rain against the windows closed the window was starting to really get on his nerves. He cast a quick glance at the curtains and then approached the door of the room, wondering for the hundredth time how long it would take to slip out and disappear and, above all, how could evade the unbearable nurse should be able to read his mind, as the campaign was able to block each of the six times during the day and a half in which he was confined in hospital, he tried to escape.
That damn the rain was really driving me crazy . Pulled back the sheets with a rough gesture angrily and sat up with difficulty, then bringing his hand to his shoulder is still sore. He snorted. He was pretty sure that the police had to shoot the story that drinking had been a thief who had entered his apartment, but he could not risk that, by making further checks, discovered his true identity and, above all, ' arsenal kept well hidden in the suitcase at the bottom of the cabinet - not to mention, of course, the killings that he had just committed, and that had cost him the hole in the shoulder.
He slid his legs off the bed and got up, groping her slippers on the floor and stretched out his hand to his trousers stuck to that effort, and shoved and pulled up without using his arm still sore and when he was dressed more or less decently came out in the hallway, the low profile and watchful eyes.
checked that no one passed by, and walked calmly, trying to pass himself off as a simple patient who took a walk and not one that tried to check his escape. He walked down the hallway in silence, as when responding to the waving of the other patients and slipped into the waiting room, given the time, was half empty. Spotted a couple of little women who gossiped and two boys from the pale faces and then, with quiet steps, approached a vending machine, stopping to study the products wrapped up in his choice fell not on a chocolate snack.
It drove into his pocket and counted the few coins that were left, before beginning to slip into the gap close, and the chocolate fell with a thud and slight Odin picked it up, clenching his teeth as a dense crossed his arms. He tried to open the bag with his teeth and, when he turned to start to study the possible exits that could exploit for his flight, his eyes fell upon a little figure minute who was sitting upright in a chair and, upon entering, he had not noticed.
He blinked a few times and froze, stopping to study all the details that could identify in his figure. The clothes were different, their hair thick and dark a little shorter, but would never be able to confuse the features of the face and eye shape with no one else in the world.
"Lord, you feel good?"
He shook himself and turned his head to one side, meeting the gaze vaguely worried that a nurse had approached him without him noticing. He blinked. No, it was not any nurse. THAT was ' nurse. Damn. "I'm not running away," he snapped, on the defensive, making it immediately as it sounded exactly like a confession, and she smiled.
"I know," he said, confident. "I just wanted to know how you feel today, because it is terribly pale, sir." She had never ever called by name, and suddenly saw no reason in particular.
shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm fine, just ... 'eyed baby. "That kid," he said, his voice trembling slightly. The woman followed the line of his gaze and frowned, before returning to fix him. "Yes?"
"I know him." She looked at him in silence, without comment, and he sighed. "I mean I know his uncle. For work, "specific, lowering her face to her eyes. "I've met in a bar a few weeks ago, we discussed business." He paused, before adding details too inaccurate or too complex revealed that he was hiding something. "You know what happened to him?"
The nurse gave another quick look at the child as if he did not know whether he should or not talking, and finally sighed, shaking his head: "There was a another attack last night, a building of the Alliance. We found the baby with a man and a woman. She did not have it done, whereas the man is under the knife, and maybe he would manage. "He looked at Odin and he felt that his eyes had become suddenly larger and more polished. "The child is not injured, miraculously, but has not said a word since he arrived. We believe it is in shock, or something like that and we can not contact his relatives. "He hesitated for a moment:" She has no case for an address or phone number? "
Odin opened his lips to speak a few times and then shook his head. "I'm sorry. I met him only a couple of times and I never got her number. "
Nurse bent his lips into a grin and nodded. "I understand, it's okay. Now excuse me, but I must go. Try not to miss this evening and bring her the news about the gentleman, if there will be few. "
He gave a quick nod. "Thank you."
The nurse walked away without another word and he looked back at the child continued to sit straight and erect in the chair, in perfect silence. He approached slowly, as if to give him the opportunity to leave if he had not wanted to talk to him, but he stood still and Odin sank beside his chair, his legs stretched out on the floor.
"Hello, Jim," he he said, looking at the corner of my eye. Then she smiled. "But I guess you do not call Jim at all, right?"
The child did not answer and continued staring at the blank in front of him as if he even existed. Odin breathed deeply. "I understand, you're not a big talker, huh? At the bottom is good, "he said, absently rubbing the sore shoulder," because I'm the one who talks a lot, so I think we are well matched. "She stared at him, looking for a reaction, but even this time the child showed signs of I heard it.
Odin stood silent for a moment, as if looking for the next move, and his eyes fell again on his features contract, the eyes large and bright, despite at first glance looks empty and lifeless, actually squirted a bright light, able to capture the smallest detail that passed under his eyes. Odin shook his head. "It's not just the attack, is not it? There's more underneath, "she said, softly and, for the first time, saw blink twice, quickly. It was not much, but at least it was a reaction. "That" John Smith "is not your uncle, right?"
The child blinked again and then slowly shook his head from side to side, so quietly that if Odin had taken his eyes for a second no one would notice. "I thought so. You have been kidnapped or something? "Yet another subtle
not.
"Someone forces you to stay with them?"
No reaction. Then another no. Odin
snorted and threw his head back for a moment, eyes shut. He knew, rationally, the best option would be to get up there and go to check out as he had planned from the beginning, but it was so used to making decisions according to his own heart that if he did not this time , was certain that he would regret for the rest of his life. No, felt he had to stay. Somehow - even though he knew even explain what kind of feeling was that - knew that the child was related to all the trouble he had done in his life and, perhaps, if he had insisted on a bit 'with him, it even managed to make amends. "And what about your family, the real one?" Asked finally, turning to look at him with a renewed interest in his eyes.
For a moment the child did not respond and then shook his head again.
'Are they dead? Do not know where I am? "
" There's a war. "Odin
unnecessarily opened my lips and stood for a second to fix it with my mouth open, eyes wide. Honestly, I did not even know what had taken him, perhaps did not imagine that the boy would have really spoken, or maybe it was His voice was so clear and innocent mixed with the distressing reality of those words sounded wrong almost unreal. "Yes," he finally said, his voice choked. "There's a war."
The boy nodded, starting to dangle their legs under the chair, one by one, as if they were accompanied by music that he could not hear. Odin stood looking at him, as if waiting to hear him speak again and when he realized that he would not shoot with his questions: "Can you tell me what's your name?"
The child remained motionless for a moment and then shrugged shoulders. "No."
"Why, it's a secret?"
"Why did not I do. "
Odin stared at him dumbfounded and blinked, unable to find something to say. "So how do you call that guy?"
"Jim."
Odin shook his head and, despite himself, he could not help laughing. "Then you see that you've got a name?"
The child shook his head. "This is not my name," he said, stubborn and, to his surprise, he turned to look him straight in the eyes, hands clasped in her lap and legs of new buildings, as if in a moment he had been able to conquer his full attention.
"Do you understand the difference?" He asked with that tone so typical innocent children who believe they understand the world and that is why, perhaps, have really understood.
Odin said nothing for a long time. "Yes," replied the end and, despite everything, I think I really understood. Jim was not his name, was just the way that man called him. Perhaps a name was something bigger, more intimate. A word to describe his soul. My name describes my soul?
She looked at him with a new awareness in his eyes and nodded, this time convinced. "Yes, I understand." Then he sighed when inexplicably reappeared under the gaze of the face of that old weird that he had met at that bar, the same day that had seen him the first time. I would not be here when the world falls to pieces, and youngsters like her or even how small Peacecraft will spit blood to fight a war of choice by someone who is no longer able to understand where is the line between what makes us men or machines. "Who knows? Maybe this war will just give you a name, you can never tell. "
The child did not answer him and Odin nodded, raising a hand and rests on the head. "I like you, you know? Let's do this, "she said, leaning toward him enough to be heard even when whispered. "I do work a bit 'strange and why should I cut the cord as soon as possible, you understand me, right?" The winked. "It is not my habit to take over the kids, but if you promise me that you're a smart guy and he learns quickly, can also make an exception to the rule and take you with me. Would you like the idea? "
The child looked at him for a moment without saying anything and then looked away, pointing towards the corridor leading to his unit where he was probably the man also was hospitalized. She saw his lips tighten and his fists, and after a few minutes that seemed endless, we turned back in his direction with a different light in his eyes, more vivid, more brilliant. Almost alive. "Okay," she said, bluntly. "When we go?"
the Odin stunned and stared, not saying anything, began to laugh. He saw the boy staring at him with angry eyes and shook her head, uncombed even more than the shapeless mass of her hair. "Even tonight, if you want," she said, and felt distinctly his heart skipped a beat, a sign that, although this was the dumbest decision he'd ever taken in his life, was the right choice.
would have been really interesting to see how a decision like that idiot to raise a child like that would ultimately affect the flow of events. And he would be lost if not for anything in the world.