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He closed his eyes praying that the sight before him would disappear, that it was just an illusion or the shepherd's pie he had that afternoon, whatever it was he prayed it wasn't real. He opened his green eyes only to see that the body was still there, still unmoving.
"How…how did it happen?" He finally managed to speak while the realization of what this meant hit him.
"We don't know master, he" the man stopped lowering his head while he tried to steady his voice. There were two of them standing by the unmoving bundle, both loyal servants, both disturbed by the night's events. "He went to investigate that warehouse, by himself naturally" a note of disdain crept into the man's voice, going alone was stupid and that stupid mistake had cost so much "we didn't see from him for hours, nothing new."
"We did our part, took out that parlor." The other man spoke. The young boy had to strain to understand him, his north England accent making his speech hard to decipher. "Then we saw him, coming out of the shadows" he swallowed here, the memory still creating fear and unease "and he was like this." The man took his booted foot and pushed the cloak of the bundle's head.
The young man took an indrawn breath and started at the apparition before him. Before tonight he had been a loyal soldier, if not friend, but not his face was milky white and his mouth had two long fangs.
"He was turned, you see, and they sent him after us." The first man spoke up, looking away from the body.
"Took out Shep and Joe, and Dicky will be out of commission for weeks at best." The other one said his eyes burning with rage at the beast in front of him. He was not only mad for what the monster did but also the fact that the boy was so arrogant that he got caught.
"Make sure to destroy the heart. Then burn the body, we can't take any chances." The voice from the young master was much stronger than he felt. The two men nodded and went to take care of the body leaving the master alone with his faithful valet. "What do we do now?" He asked running his hand through his blonde hair, not caring if he received an answer.
"Find a replacement." The valet spoke his voice emotionless; he knew his master would pull through.
"Oh Wufei, why did you have to be so stupid?" the young man whispered.
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The rain felt good on his face. He wished it was stronger but for some reason it only seemed to drizzle in England, never a refreshing sprinkle or a glorious downpour, just a miserable drizzle. He sighed turning his face from the welcome water and looked down the alley. There were two of them, both males, and they were coming right for him.
"What do we have here?" one said with a sneer. His eyes had an unnatural look to them, they were too dull. There was no light behind them, no soul.
"I'm looking for you." He replied, no emotion entering his voice.
"Really? Well you found us." The other said towered over the boy.
"So what you gonna do?" the first one asked stepping behind the boy.
"Kill you." With that the boy spun and kicked the one behind him causing the guy to stumble. He reached into his long trench coat and pulled out a wooden staked and reversed it shoving it into the other guy. Then he reversed direction and with a flick of his wrist had shoved a knife into the body of the first guy.
"Who…are you?" the guy said as his eyes widened in fear. The boy just narrowed his dark blue eye narrowed as he ran the stake into the man's chest, ending his existence.
"Mission accomplished." He said to himself as he turned and headed back down the dark London streets.
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"So this guy walks into a bar…" the young man was very animated about to go into another joke. He had been there about half an hour talking with the locals and making them all laugh with his outrageous stories and his wonderful sense of humor. Two of the girls who weren't working were seated on either side of him, completely engrossed in his every movement, the flash of eyes, the swish of his hair.
"Why don't ye shut up?" the suggestion came from a dark corner where a heavily scared man sat, dark eyes focused on the happy go-lucky boy.
"Excuse me?" he asked, not sure how someone could not enjoy a good joke.
"I said why don't ye shut up." The man stood and lumbered over to the boy, his rancid breath nearly causing those assembled to gag "I don't want to here no more of yer stupid jokes or yer stupid voice."
"Hmmm, let me think here." The boy closed his eyes in mock concentration the big man lumbered over and the other patrons of the pub quickly scattered, not wanting to be near the soon to occur fight. "What if you can't hear me?" the boy replied with a grin as he picked up a napkin and quickly tore it in half and wadded each half in the man's ears. "How's that?" he asked a wide grin spread over his face.
"Why you little!" the man yanked the napkin from his ears and charged the boy. He just swung his leg up and planted his foot right on the man's nose sending him backwards onto the floor and knocking him out cold.
"If you didn't like the solution you could have just said so." The young man said with a huff crossing his arms in mock indignation.
"Oh Duo, you're so great." The two girls squealed and soon all the patrons were back to their original positions listening to the young man's next story while the man remained untouched on the floor.
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He pulled the white gloves snuggly over his hands and adjusted his necktie in the mirror.
"You sure do look the part." The man standing behind him said as he tugged on the olive green trench coat the boy was wearing to make sure it was straight.
"Thank you." He replied with no inflection in his voice.
"Might want to sound a bit more chipper though, gentlemen aren't always somber you know." The man handed the boy a leather bundle and then stepped back.
"I wouldn't worry about it. I am a foreigner after all." No smile graced the young man lips and no light shone in his eyes because of this, he would do his mission, he would do his duty.
"Take care." The man said, feeling immense sorrow for a kid who grew up knowing only how to be a soldier and not how to be a human. The young man nodded and headed out to where the carriage awaited him. "Maybe you'll find yourself in England, no name." the man whispered after the departing carriage as it whisked the young agent away.
A/N: well I hope somebody likes this, it's the start of idea I'm playing with. Don't expect any updates anytime soon, I have another fic I have to finish and I have school and work and stuff to mess with. However if you want to see more of this please review.