Disclaimers: I don�t own any famous characters� but the story is all mine <growls>
Rating: R
Pairings: Past NC+1, Future 2X1
Warnings: Practically everyone out there. NC stuff that never quite progresses to rape. Angst. Child Abuse. Au hints. Violence. Blood. Gore. OC who is off the deep end. OOC. Some VERY twisted things.
Status: Unbetaed
Type: Part three of the �Yami No Omocha� Series
May god have mercy on his Soul
Staring across her desk at the young man sprawled negligently on both arm chairs Une raised her brow in silent consideration. If only she could define his thoughts but his outward appearance betrayed no secrets. His eyes were hidden behind those legendary black shades. Rumor had it he never took them off even at night. The only ones privileged to see his eyes were those he killed. So their last moment, their last memory would be his personal hell. But that was just a rumor.
The secret assassin named Oni. Over ten thousand were dead at his hand alone. There was no assignment he would turn down and he never failed at his mission. Man, woman, the elderly, children, innocent, guilty � it didn�t matter. He would kill them all.
Glancing at his thin white hands Une knew that the blood she saw was an illusion. He was cleansed of his past sins as if they too were illusions. He didn�t smell of death but dial soap and for some reason that disturbed her. He was not the type of person she wanted in her organization. But the order had come from the board themselves. She had no right to overturn their decision. Looking at his smirk she knew that he could read her thoughts some how and enjoyed watching her inner struggle. She wondered what he had done to gain an appointment into the most secure ranks of the Preventers immediately. But on second thought, she�d rather not know.
�Welcome to the Preventers Mr.�?�
�Yuy, Shuichi Yuy.� He said with a pleased smirk at her flabbergasted expression. Did it surprise her that the �Oni� had such a regular name? Or that he shared it with the savior of their world? After all no matter how many Heero had killed, their deaths could never stain such an innocent soul.
Getting up quickly, he left silently.
***
There was another more important place to be today. The private hospital wing smelled delicious. The cloyingly sharp scent of medical antiseptic reminded him of the lab. As a child the scent had permeated everything clinging to his Tenshi�s hair and seeping into his skin. The faint underlying taint of blood in the hospital wing reminded him of his promise. While he may not have ended the war he had killed thousands for his Tenshi. So many had died but he only counted the purest of souls, only the most innocent were deserving of sacrifice to his Tenshi and his promise. Only they had looked into his eyes and seen his true self. But the best thing about this hospital wing was the scent of his Tenshi�s fear that filled the narrow corridor. The smell alone brought his body to full mouth drying, groin tightening, nerve tingling, aching attention.
Looking in through the door way he clenched his jaw in anger. That � that street rat was with his � no he was called Heero now. Just like during the war, that long haired thief had always been by his Heero�s side. Making him smile, making him laugh � making him forget all of Shuichi�s careful training.
Well that would end � soon. Heero Yuy � his Tenshi was his.
Owari
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