Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ act 1: El soldado eternal: Heero Yuy story ❯ the unwritten contract ( Chapter 2 )

Past Destructions, Future Rebirth

By Valkyrie Skye

Act 1: El Soldado Eternal: Heero Yuy story

Chapter 2: The unwritten contract

May 15, AC180

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Behind the large polished desk, Boss Tanaka's secretary eyed Odin and the little one in his arms with curiosity. She would occasionally look up and away so as to not attract attention, feigning paper work and typing. It was quite silent in the large room except for the small gurgling sounds coming from the little one in Odin's arms. It was quite comical if one was actually there. Odin is a large man. A thick neck and butcher blue eyes. Well-muscled arms holding something so fragile as a newborn with his large calloused hands. His face held a calm reserve during this, waiting for Boss Tanaka to free up his time.

She was looking again. Odin's deep voice resonated over the baby's gurgles answering her glance "You want to know about the baby. Yes, Minako?"

Minako feigned shock "No! No, why would I? It's not my business for me to know…" she looked down at her paperwork, straightening out the pile of papers in her small slim hands before glancing up back at the man in the seats. He gave her a half lidded stare before she said, "Ok. Yes. Yes, I want to know about the baby."

"Minako-san" the smooth voice resonated from a speaker COM on her desk. "Bring him in."

Odin stood up, baby in his arms, now a resting angel in a soiled red bed sheet. He gave Minako a mixed look of his usual stoic self integrated with a little mischief. "You'll probably find out soon enough."

Walking through the large polished sliding doors, Odin spotted the slim elderly man, his knees folded on the floor. In front of him was a small table decorated with small cherry blossom flowers and exotic birds carved delicately into the wood. On top of the table sat two small porcelain cups and a small porcelain decanter, both delicately designed and beautiful to behold. The slim elderly man stared out from his large window over viewing the scope of the large city as he spotted Odin by the door. He smiled and said in English "you would forgive me if I choose to speak in this language and you do not understand. I really must practice, as you may well know."

Odin slid the door closed behind him and bowed deeply to the slim elderly man. He stood back up after the greeting and responded in the same language "Practice does make perfect after all."

"Yes, it does, Odin Lowe. Please." He gestured for him to take his place across the small table, which he did, folding his legs and sinking into a seated position on the hard wooded floor holding the baby the entire time. "Sake?" he offered

"No, thank you." A silence, and then "I suppose you heard what happened."

Boss Tanaka took a sip of his Sake and placed it down on the table as slow as it was in a dream. Then his eyes, aged slits holding dark pupils rolled to the little baby in Odin's arms and said "somewhat." Then chuckled. Odin looked at the infant now, and noticed standing features of this child. Faint chocolate whispers of hair on top of his head, messy and unkempt. Eyes too small to be truly a westerner, but too large to be truly Asian. Looking into those eyes, he saw the pure color of the ocean deep within them before the little one closed them and went to sleep.

"Is he the whore's son?" asked Tanaka. Odin nodded. "Let me see him."

Odin passed the child gently to Tanaka and watched as the old man enveloped the infant with his aging arms. His face looked no different with the child now in hand. Tanaka's voice, a smooth smoky sound carried the question that was in his mind "He isn't purely Japanese, isn't he?"

"Not to my knowledge, sir." Odin said, "I doubt he is. Many men come into `the Pink Delight.' He could be of some western origin, but we'll never know."

"Hn." He passed the child back to Odin and continued "You know I can't have a half-breed in my organization."

"You let me in your circle." And Odin smiled "And the last I checked, I'm nowhere near Japanese, let alone Asian."

Tanaka returned the smile and said "But you're good. You're damn good and you remind me of myself. But only you are an exception."

Odin nodded his head gently "I'm touched"

Tanaka sipped his Sake again "I'm glad. The others are not." Then placed his drink down and turned to face Odin again "is what I hear about Akira-san true?"

"Depends on how you heard it."

Tanaka sighed, "I heard that he threaten the whore, shot her and took all the money she claimed she had."

"That's the gist of it, yeah."

"He never bothered to search the place, check the amount of coke remaining, or interrogate any of her friends over there? He just took the bitch's word for it?"

Odin nodded.

Tanaka snorted "Baka."

Silence again. Tanaka looked over at the city once more, hawk eyes over what is now his territory. He over views the tiny streets below him where his drug dealers and his pimps with his whores sell human degradation at an affordable price. Where in the tiny shops, his protection dealers' offers security to store owners who wouldn't dare say no to their offer. Where his loan sharks are making a struggling entrepreneur dreams or nightmares come true. There are so much more that made him who he is. Made him out to be the man he is today.

Wealthy.

Powerful.

Fearful.

But Odin doesn't fear him. He fears no one and that, Odin supposed, is what Tanaka liked about him. Odin kept his eyes on the window as he said, "you know. We made a deal."

Tanaka nodded "Yes. Yes we did. I promised that this would be your last job with me and so it is." He shoved his hand inside his coat pocket and took out his checkbook. And after scribbling on it he handed the pale slip of paper to Odin, which he simply nodded upon looking at it and folding the check into his coat pocket.

"You feeling a bit generous, aren't you?" Odin said.

Tanaka shrugged "Generosity is just something one uses to wipes his ass with. You deserved it."

"Appreciate it." Odin stood up and after straightening himself out, he bowed deeply again. Tanaka eyed him with his aged hawk eyes, as if trying to see through him and asked, "Will you name the boy?"

Thoughtfully he answered, "She never gave him a name and since I'm not his blood parent, I don't feel like I have that right. I'll name him when the time suits me."

Tanaka shook his head "The next town has an Orphanage. Put the boy there and don't trouble yourself with something that's not yours, Odin."

"Thank you for your wisdom, Boss Tanaka. But I asked you for your check. Not your advice." Odin said kindly.

"It was freely given. You should not abstain it. In that case, will you raise him in the tongue of my people?"

"Its only fair."

Tanaka nodded, as if it were in approval. "Very well then, my friend." He said gently "Go then and live your life as the wind. Blow into the lands of elsewhere like you did before meeting me and take the boy with you" then he turned away from Odin, back onto the window and gazed into it as if the conversation and the man himself never existed. Odin turned with the nameless little one sleeping comfortably in his arms and left the extravagant office of Boss Natsuhiko Tanaka, never to return again.

In room 126 of the Holiday Springs hotel, Odin placed the phone on the receiver and walked over to the bed to see the little one busying himself with a little plastic toy. His mouth sucking on a new pacifier and dressed in new cotton outfit of little ducks and toy boats. His light cobalt blue eyes rolled to the tall man, addressing his presence by jiggling his toy. Odin looked at him, emotions unreadable as he placed his hands into his coat pockets. "You know," Odin began "you're not mine."

The baby just looked.

"I don't know who your real dad is, but if its any indication about his personality, He messes around with whores. Speaking of which, your mom tried to save you. I don't know your mom, but all I know is that she tried." Odin sat down on the bed and held up a little toy gun over the child's head, little hands trying to grasp at it. He continued "You and I, we're gonna make a deal. A contract. You'll understand this more when you grow up, but we gotta make a deal." Then he held the gun, slipping his large index finger into the trigger handle while the hand grasped the tiny plastic handle "You help me, do what I do, and I'll feed you, name you when it's appropriate, and do all that nice shit that people with kids do. But just remember this one thing." And he looked at the child again "You are not mine."

And the child stilled, putting his arms down gently and stopped sucking the pacifier. He just looked at the man and vice-versa and it seemed to Odin that the unnamed newborn understood.

The contract was sealed.

To be continued…