ok, disclaimer ... . . . .. . ummm, this has elements from the Matrix(Relena's kind of based on Trinity), Crow: City of Angels(the tattoo), quotes from the Princess Bride(guess and get a prize), the Disney Store(don't ask), Battle Angel Alita(never seen it, but I wanna make sure I give EVERYBODY ELSE credit for this fic), the X Men(Wolverine's claws, oh yeah), ummmmmmm, I think that's it . . . ^_^;; Needless to say, I own none of this, or the Gundam boys, or anything else. I do have a nasty yippie dog who will eat your easter bunny, so sue me if you dare, hahahahahaha O_o
Warning: much Duo-bashing(OOC on my part, I don't know where it came from, gomen nasai), violence, horrid violence, language(the bad kind), some shounin-ai, incorrect Japanese phrases, OOC from just about everyone . . . . . I think that's it . . .. oh yeah. Relena-bashing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Leave me alone so I can cry now. ::wallows in self-pity::
*************************************Chapter 1 : Peacecraft Fallen
"Omae o korosu!"
Spandex boy raised his gun, cobalt eyes glinting in the light of the Peacecraft chandelier. Relena took a step back, hand going to her mouth as she stuttered in her shock.
"He- Heero? Really?! Oh, thank you!"
Duo shot upright, breath racing as though he'd run for miles. His bed-sheets were soaked in cold sweat; he glared over at the peacefully-sleeping Heero, wishing that just once Yuy would come . . . . comfort him. He grinned into the dark. 'That was a great dream, though.' Chuckling softly, he fell back asleep.
The Next Morning
"Heero, *please*!!!!!!! I need new clothes . . . YOU need new clothes."
The perfect soldier tapped the 'enter' key before turning to glare at Duo.
"Duo no baka." He turned back to the keyboard. Duo sweatdropped; then his mind came up with a plan of such cunning, of such despera- . . .errr, perfection, that the perfect soldier himself would've been proud.
"Heero . . ." He said softly, wistfully.
"Hn." Aha! A response!
"Heero, what's our next mission?" His voice was deceptively innocent.
"Infiltrate Kushrenada'a mansion during the Spring Ball and assassinate Treize."
"And can we do this in spandex?"
"Hn."
Duo sweatdropped.
"They won't let you in the door."
The only sound was more typing, and for a moment Duo contemplated self-destruction . . . But Heero was just saving his file to disk. He stood, shoving Duo onto the bed.
"You mean we're going? Really?!"
"Baka."
The Mall
Duo chattered incessantly, but Heero didn't especially mind; the braided baka's voice was low, husky, almost soothing. Easy to ignore.
They'd been in the mall ten minutes when he heard the one voice he *couldn't* ignore.
"Heeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrroooooooooo!!!!!!!"
Relena Peacecraft raced up the escalator, chasing them through flocks of shee- . . .err, people, ignoring the destruction trailing in her wake. Duo was muttering to himself (the words 'idiot' and 'obsessive bitch' could be heard above the approaching noise), fists clenched and a scowl on his face. Heero glared at him briefly before turning to face his stalker.
"Oi, Heero, I thought I'd never find you!"
"Yeah, me too." Duo murmered. 'The mall should've been perfect cover.'
"Hn." Heero's gun-finger was beginning to twitch uncontrollably; that voice, like nails on a chalkboard, like to Gundams writhing together in ecs . . . .errr, like a dying cat. It penetrated his head like a spike of pure, tortuous sound. His training, fortunately, had prepared him well for just such an occasion.
"Omae o korosu!" Her eyes widened as the thought 'whoa, deja vu all over again' ran through Duo's mind and the bullet slammed into her chest with a wet sound, spattering blood filling the air as her body hit the far wall . . . and the Queen of the World crumpled to the floor, tears filling her innocent blue eyes. Heero's cold gaze filled her vision, and she choked out his name one last time before a film of darkness covered her and sucked her into the black.
Heero's hand twitched, and the gun was gone again as a medical team appeared from the mall's security office, a uniformed man applying pressure to Relena's wound as Duo drug Heero into the Disney Store. The braided pilot shoved his friend behind a stand of Goofy t-shirts and Aladdin figurines; Heero fixed him with his cobalt stare of death TM and tried to shove past him.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she's dead. But, He-chan, we're in the middle of a mall, a *public* arena, and you just put a bullet into the queen of the fucking world. Now, just how happy do you think the Cinq Kingdom is going to be about this? Hmmmm?"
"Hn."
Duo sighed, and peeked around the stand to assess the damage; he looked back at Heero, vaguely concerned about his lack of response. 'Maybe he regrets killing her, now it's done.' Duo sighed again, pinning Heero with his violet gaze.
"We're going back to the safehouse. *Try* not to kill anyone on the way?"
"Duo."
"Hmm?"
"You talk too much."
The body wavered behind Plexuglas in a nutrient-bath of viscous, semi-fluid chemicals; the left breast was a shattered pit of meast and splintered bone, bloodless in the wire-traced vat. The wires led to the blipping, clicking machinery that filled the cavernous room with a constant, lively hum; the heart-monitor was currently shrilling on E flat, as the white-coated figures raced with electricity to bring back the dead.
He typed in the instructions one-handed, the other feeling for the disk that would transform Relena Peacecraft, warp her mind, body, and soul into a thing of his creation.
The shrilling of the heart-monitor stopped, replaced by the steady beep beep beep of a living heart.