By KatiKat
Heero left his motorcycle a
couple of blocks down the main street and decided to walk the rest of his way
on foot. He moved in the shadows, hiding from the curious eyes of neighbours
and possibly waiting cops. When he arrived at his goal - the house where his
witness lived - he climbed up the stone fence and crouching at the top of it he
looked around searching for hidden traps, guards or alarms. What he found
confused him.
Only two cars with cops sitting
in them where guarding the boy. That was strange. He thought that there would
be a lot more of them all around the house and garden, keeping their only
witness safe.
His eyes narrowed. He didn’t
like. He didn’t like it at all. This was looking suspiciously like a trap. Who
knows what’s waiting for him in the house itself...
He looked over at the house. It
was dark, only one small light breaking through the darkness of the room on the
first floor where the boy had disappeared. With a last glance around, he jumped
down from the fence in the garden and moving quickly and stealthily, he arrived
at the house. Climbing up the ornate facade of the house, he swung quietly over
the balustrade and landed on the balcony.
Pulling out his gun from the
shoulder holster, he crouched down again pressing himself into the wall. He
waited for a couple of minutes but nothing happened. No alarm went off, there
were no cops rushing out to catch him. Heero frowned. That was really strange.
He moved slowly to the window and
took a peek inside. He could see the boy behind the thin curtains that were
moving in the cold breeze. He was sitting in an armchair on the opposite side
of the room. He was reading a book, looking to the world as if he was not in
danger of loosing his life this very night. Was he really that naive or did he
have some hidden plans?
Taking a closer look Heero had to
admit that the boy was beautiful - long auburn hair braided in a thick braid,
porcelain skin and big violet eyes giving him an elfin-like look. He watched
the long slender fingers turning the pages in the book and he had to think
about how it would feel if they were touching him, caressing his skin... The
thin silken bathrobe left almost nothing to imagination and Heero felt a hot
burning wave of lust uncoil itself in his guts moving down to his crotch.
He gripped his gun tighter and
tried to focus back on the reason why he had come here. He should be really
careful. After what happened this afternoon, he knew he was being watched even
more closely than before. Wufei had made it pretty clear before he left the
headquarters...
*Flashback*
Heero was sitting on his
motorcycle preparing to put on the black helmet when someone moved out of the
shadows of the garage. In a matter of second Heero had his gun pointed at the
intruder.
"You are slow, Heero! If I
wanted to kill you, you would be dead right now!" The voice was calm,
detached.
Wufei... He should have expected
him. This confrontation was inevitable after his failure this afternoon.
Heero hid his gun and nodded to
him. "Wufei."
The young Chinese boy stepped
into the dim light, black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, clad into a
simple black tank top and white trousers, hands folded on his chest.
"You failed to accomplish
your mission."
"The target is dead."
"Yes, he is. But there was a
witness."
Heero didn’t answer. Wufei knew
everything because he was there. Always watching over him on his missions being
there to correct his mistakes or take over his task should he get killed. The
Guardian of the Dragon was his official status.
"You didn’t kill him. You
missed on purpose."
Heero didn’t answer this either.
Wufei was right and there was no reason to deny it now. He was sure Wufei
reported everything to Trieze as soon as they had come back. That’s why Trieze
requested the meeting.
"You didn’t kill him either,
Guardian," Heero retorted icily.
Wufei nodded. "Yes, that’s
true. I wanted you to do it. Obviously you felt a false sentimentality for an
innocent. There are no innocents in this world, Heero. And your loyalty belongs
to the clan. If Trieze wanted you to kill your own wife you would do it without
asking."
Heero looked away. Wufei was
speaking from his own experience here. And even if he didn’t show it, Heero
knew that the painful memory of killing Meiran was haunting him.
"I want you to go there and
kill him. To step in front of him and shoot him looking into his eyes. You have
to get rid of the feeling of remorse. You have your orders and you will fulfil
them. And I will be there to ensure that you *will* do it."
With that Wufei silently
disappeared in the shadows again. But Heero knew he was still there. And that
he will be there to watch every step he will make tonight.
He put his helmet on. The engine
of the motorcycle roared and with screeching tires he left the underground
garage.
*Flashback end*
He felt cold shiver run over his
back and he knew that Wufei was watching him right now. He didn’t know where
Wufei was hiding, but he *was* there somewhere.
Focusing his mind on his mission,
Heero took a deep breath and pulled out the white mask from under his half
unbuttoned black shirt. Putting it on he moved into the room.
Tbc.