*This story is from a documentary on Jack the Ripper, the movie Prophecy Two, the idea of Duo with wings, and spending too much time in places like Madamhydra’s Lair and Death Scribe*

 

The Past We Wished We Didn’t Have

 

Duo walked home though an alleyway, one arm carrying groceries. He wasn’t even Hilde’s boyfriend, yet here he was, getting her whatever her heart desired, only to escape every agonizing and gruesome detail of what she had regretfully told him was “that time of the month”. Women, he thought, even if their bodies are desirable, they just won’t shut-up, and when they do you think you’ve done something wrong and you feel guilty! Whatever happened to good-old casual sex? Of course Duo knew where he could get casual sex, if that’s what he really wanted, but the fact of the matter was that that wasn’t all he wanted. It was nice, but he was a grown-up now, no matter how hard he tried to deny it, and it was time for a grown-up relationship. But even the thought of someone loving him sacred him out of his mind. He sifted the bag of brownie mix and chocolates and sighed, life sure had gotten in a big hurry and he just couldn’t stop it. He was afraid to admit it but he missed the war, and he missed Heero.

“Hey baby, want some fun?” asked a seductive female voice behind him. Duo turned and faced a young woman who was practically naked. The halter-top she wore was nothing more than a ribbon tied across her breasts and her cut off shorts looked like the bottom to a bikini. His lips cracked into a small and amused smile.

“Shouldn’t you be worried about getting arrested?” he asked her.

“Oh, come on, your too cute to be a pig,” she said as she leaned forward, her breasts nearly falling out of the pink cloth holding them.

His smile widened, is today ‘ask and you say receive’ day or something? “I gotta get home soon, how much for fifteen minutes?” Hey, he had come in a smaller amount of time that before, assuming she was any good.

“Depends, whatcha want.”

“How good are your blow jobs?” he asked, “And do you protest to doing it right here?” He asked as he set down the brown paper bag.

“I’m the best, I’ll do it for 50 bucks.”

“For 15 minutes?”

“Hey baby, its not all that bad.”

“I once knew someone who did it for ten.” Actually in his traveling as a child he had met a woman who went down on people for ten dollars, he distinctly remembered her, then again she had to be desperate, she was trying to sell herself to and eight-year-old. 

“I’m not that cheap.”

Duo’s smile widened, “Okay,” he said and unbuttoned his pants. She came forward and unzipped them for him, then pulled them down. She also slid his boxers down, but when she was about to take him in her mouth he was overcome with this urge to hurt her. Before he new what he was doing he grabbed her hair and yanked her backwards. She went flying onto her buttocks and her breasts fell out of the top. He pulled up his pants as she got up and tried to run away, not even caring to pull her top up. But he was too fast for her. He caught up and pulled her down, she opened her mouth to scream.

“Shhh,” Duo purred and her scream was cut short. She tried to yell for help, but it was as if she was stuck dumb. Duo flipped her around and sat on her, his hands keeping her hands pinned down. He looked at her with the only trace of emotion on his beautiful face being a longing in his eyes. She realized that the longing was not for her body, but for her death. He put her wrists on top of each other so he could hold them both with one hand. He raised his other hand in the air and mumbled something in a language she didn’t understand. To her horror a jagged knife materialized in that hand. Then he quickly brought it down to slice her throat.

 

 

 

“Honey, I’m HOME!” yelled Duo as he entered the apartment.

“Very funny, Duo Maxwell! Where have you been?! Since when does it take that long to get some simple items!? Oh, wait! I know, since I sent you to get them!” yelled Hilde storming up to him and grabbing the bag. She immediately reached in a pulled PMS pilled, shoved the bag back at Duo, hastily opened the bottle and popped three pills her mouth. Then she turned to Duo again, who took a step back.

“Plese mak bronEs,” she said nicely, with the mouthful of pills.

“Sure thing,” he replied and started to move towards the kitchen, watching her carefully as she smiled and sat back down.     

 

 

 

            “The body of 25 year old Peggie McHerald, was found today when a small boy was taking the short-cut to school through an alley his parents had always warned him against going through.”

            “How awful,” commented Quatre.

            “The body was in such a mutilated form that it took hours for the police of the colony to identify her. Her body parts were scattered around her, her womb is still unable to be found, her face was skinned of all flesh, and her head was practically sliced from her body. The brutality of this crime has many remembering the ancient serial killer, Jack the Ripper. But what’s more is that this young woman was a prostitute, forced into selling herself when alcoholism took over her life. Her parents have been notified and the boy that found her is going to go to consoling.”

            “Turn that off,” called Trowa from the bed.

            “But a woman is dead,” Quatre said not taking his eyes off the afternoon news, “Its sad.”

            “I agree. The person who did it should burn in hell, no one should treat a woman like that, but I know you Quatre, all we need now is a Hallmark commercial and that wonderful face of yours will be stained with tears.”

            “It happened on Duo’s colony, do you think we should call him?”

            “I doubt he even knew her name. Come now little one, my circus will be leaving soon. We only have this night and one more left to us. And I thought you said you were only going to check the stock statements. Is it just me or did they go by ten minutes ago?”

            “Yea,” answered Quatre, turning off the TV and facing his lover, “They did.”

            “And?” asked Trowa.

            “I’m still a billionaire.”

            “You say that likes it’s a bad thing.”

            “In many ways it is,” Quatre stated before climbing into the bed and slipping into Trowa’s arms. “I love you Trowa.”

            “And you don’t want me to leave, I know Quatre. But the circus is my home and Catherine is my sister. I just can’t abandon them, but I’ll never really leave you. My heart belongs to you, angel, but my duty belongs to them. I don’t think your going to drop the Winner Estate to come clean lion cages with me are you?” Trowa whispered.

            “No, but I still love you.” Quatre sounded like a stubborn little child.

            “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Trowa replied and pulled his Quatre closer. 

 

 

            “Peggie McHerald?” Hilde asked curiously.

            “You know her?” asked Duo, sifting his gaze from the TV to her.

            “I think I met her once. Sometimes prostitutes would come to the Oz training ground.”

            Duo smirked, “Oz, of course.” He turned back to the TV. “I’m tired of this.” He changed the channel. “Who’s gonna mourn a hooker any way.”

            “Duo! She was still a human being! And anyways her clients will.”

            “Hookers on this colony don’t have regulars, they have one night stands. They’re just not classy enough.”

            “And how would you know?” She looked quite amused.

            “I’m a guy, Hilde. And as much as you might think it, I’m not Quatre. I like girls as much as Heero.” Then he stood up and walked to his room, leaving her speechless.

 

            Duo collapsed into his bed. Why did that woman look so familiar? He asked himself. It not like he had been with so many women that he would forget one, so why did he feel like he knew Peggie. Who was she?

 

 

            Duo walked into the apartment, totally zonked. He collapsed on the couch, heard commotion in the kitchen. “Hilde? Whatcha doing?” he asked to the white kitchen door.

            Hilde stepped out from the room behind that door. “Cleaning. The Kitchen is a mess. You would think a poor boy like you would learn how to bake and clean afterward.”

“Yea right. Home-ech was in between Gundam piloting 101 and Mech training.” He sighed and snorted with laughter. “And once I accidentally added to much yeast to a yellow cake and covered the Professor in dough.”

            Hilde giggled. “No really, I mean like at the church and stuff.”

            Duo rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, “Let’s see…Sister Helen taught me how to sew and braid my hair. The Father taught me the Bible and told me to always stick up for myself. Both worked hard to make me believe in their God and in peace but, you know, we never did get to baking.”  

            “Oh Duo.” Said Hilde as she stood and brushed some hair of his eyes. Suddenly he remember other hands doing that exact some motion…

           

“Well koi, are you just going to stand their looking gorgeous or are you going to undress for me?” he asked his strong hands brushing hair from Duo’s eyes.

            “Why don’t you undress me? You’re the Perfect Solider.” Duo answered, smirking.

            “Fine.” Then Duo remembered the tearing of cloth…

 

            Hilde watched has Duo’s exhaustion threw him into dreams of times that were more and less complicated. She knew what and whom he was dreaming about only because of the name he whispered before he passed out…”Heero”.   

 

 

            Wufei wiped his eyes and yawned. He adjusted his hair away from his eyes and cracked his knuckles, then continued typing. Sally walked into the room behind him, “Hey partner, you still working on those reports?” she asked him. He turned his upper body to look at her.

            “Yep,” he answered, “Une wants these sent to her tomorrow and we are just a couple of procrastinators.” Sally smiled and came to put her arms around to put her arms around his shoulders. He stiffened a little, but not enough for her to notice.

            “It’s not like our sectors had any major crimes, just a few robberies and minor misdemeanors, nothing completely note-worthy, not like Lucrezia and Millardo have to deal with, those poor women.”

            “Yea I was talking to them over the view-phone, it’s hell over there. Both the President and Une have been hounding them for answers, two murder as gruesome as these. It is just like Jack the Ripper.” Sally and Wufei had been briefed on the old story yesterday.

            “When will the press release the story of the new murder?” Wufei asked his comrade.

            “First thing in the morning.”

            Wufei sighed, ‘Well, I do have to get these ready.”

            Sally nodded and stood up, “I’ll be going to bed, don’t stay up to late.”

            “Yea, sure.” Sally smiled and left the room. Wufei continued typing.

 

            Finally Wufei was done with the report and sent it straight to the desk of Preventer-Leader Une. The he yawned and reached down to turn of the computer. Considering the only light in the room came form the computer screen the room was thrown into darkness.

            A whisper skulked from the darkness, “Wufei…”.

            Wufei spun around and glared around the dark room, forcing his eyes to cope with the darkness, he saw a feminine figure in the corner, too short to be Sally. “Who are you?” He asked.

            The figure slowly chuckled, “Don’t you recognize my voice?” she asked.

            Wufei’s eye’s narrowed, and then recognition came to him “Meiran?”

 

 

            “And now this report is just in, Preventer Wufei Chang has disappeared. I repeat, Preventer Chang has disappeared. He and his partner, Sally Poe, where on their scout ship in the middle of dead space when Sally called Preventer head quarters to report that he was no where to be found. No trace of him found, many believe Preventer Poe, herself, was involved. This combined with a new gruesome murder makes today hectic for our Earth Headquarters of government.” Heero grunted, that was an understatement. He turned his head from the TV and saw the chaos going on behind him. He watched people with papers running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Words mixed together and became a loud noise that could be considered annoying to many people, however we are talking about the boy known has Heero Yuy, if Relena hadn’t have come to recognize the subtle changes in Heero’s body language, a gift that came from staring at him all of the time, she wouldn’t even think he was worried about his old comrade.

They were in the capital of the Earth. Relena was sitting on a soft, cushioned chair, which was the color of the sky on a clear day. Heero was standing next to her, his blue-jean jacket slung over his shoulder and supported from falling by a single slender hand. They were in a large room, which had small offices and cubicles on one side and this small sitting area on the other. The cushioned chairs were made into a crude circle and each faced the TV that was on the News. Finally an old man of African decent walked up to them. Relena stood from her seat to shake his hand. “Mr. President.”

            “Vise Minister Darlin, thank-you for coming on such short notice.” The man’s small beady black eyes shifted to Heero then back to Relena. Politicians had learned by now that Heero didn’t respond to an outstretched hand, or any other acts of human kindness, by now everyone had learned to just not acknowledge Relena’s personal guard at all, the problem was, he used to be a Gundam pilot, and the President was unable to just ignore him. Also that boy had the strangest eyes the President had ever seen.

            “Vice Minister, we had a serial killer to catch and now Chang has disappeared. We need to have a…um…meeting in space, in the colonies. You and you….ah…assistant need to attend.”

            Relena nodded. “Of course Mr. President. I would be glad to attend.”

            The President uncomfortably glanced at Heero again.

            “Relena,”

            The President nearly jumped, he had spoken, the Gundam pilot had spoken!

            “Yes, Heero?”

            “This isn’t about politics, this is about me. They want me in space. If I’m right Quatre, Trowa and Duo will be at this meeting as well, Mr. President.”

            The President nodded, even though he knew it hadn’t been a question.

            “So…the Gundam pilots will meet again?” asked Relena.

            “That’s the plan,” said a familiar female voice behind. Relena turned around to face the woman, Heero knew who she was without looking up, and didn’t bother to move his head or his gaze, to anyone who didn’t know him it would seem he was speaking to an imagery friend. “Of course, Une, but what do you expect us to do? We don’t know about this any better than you do.”

            Lady Une came around the chairs to face Heero. “True, but we are dealing with an enemy that hides itself pretty well. An enemy that thinks well enough to kill so brutally without being caught and to kidnap Wufei from a ship in the middle of space.”

            “Do you think they are related crimes? Tell me Une, have you considered that maybe Sally did do something to Wufei?”

            “What? How could you even—“

            “I am throwing out ideas. It doesn’t matter. I would like to go to space. It would be nice to see Duo again.” If Heero noticed Relena flinch at Duo’s name, he didn’t care. The President shifted uncomfortably, he had heard rumors about the Gundam pilots.

            With that Heero turned and left started to walk out of the room. Relena quickly stated good-bye to Une and the President, and gave them a number to contact her and then quickly left the room to follow Heero.

            Heero knew she was following and pause at the door. Two people rushed by him before she caught up. “Heero! You didn’t have to mention Duo like that!” she hissed under her breath. Heero slowly turned his head to give her a look of indifference. Then walked out of the room. She followed, her cheeks glowing red with anger. 

            Duo walked wearily into his apartment. Hilde was still sleeping. He had just taken a walk. He needed to clear his head. Wufei was missing. Two girls had been killed on his very own colony. His neighbors were in a state of panic. And now Millardo had called and told him the Gundam pilots were being forced into a meeting. He would see Heero again, they would probably fuck again, meaning his ass was going to hurt pretty soon. It had been so long that he was jokingly thought he might have even tightened up a bit more, Heero would like that. Absentmindedly Duo sucked the tip of his finger, not even realizing he was slurping up blood from under his fingernails.

 

            The next day one more hooker was found dead and Duo boarded a ship to met his old comrades.