Okay, this is just an opening for an idea I had, I don't really know what I should do with it so this is what you get. I continue with it only if people start reviewing. Oh yeah, it takes place after the war, and the story is suppose to be a little suspenseful and, well, incoherent.
Disclaimer: I wish I did own the G-boys…yum! But I can only afford tuna…
Warnings: I guess yaoi in future chapters…but cause this is just a brainstorm that could be a story, nothings definite, but Relena bashing will be inevitable in the could-be future.
Prologue: Learning the Stepts Street lights lit the night world beneath him as towering skyscrapers rose above; He looked out at a city that could never be scourged of its own darkness even now, lit up as it was with Christmas lights and holiday cheer. Not for him, no mask could hide the fact in all his 15 brief years in life; it was his eyes had seen the worst crimes of human nature.
The cold wind that always blew above the tall buildings chilled him to the bone. His generic jeans and white sweater didn't due much in these ice-like temperature, but it would stick out like a sore thumb if he where to wear his usual work outfit. He could stand the cold, for one more night.
"Damn politicians…" said a very angry and agitated Lady Une, her chestnut hair swaying free around her narrow shoulders. The wind gusted frigidly in the November noon, a promise for some early winter snows on there way.
"They're at least considering a larger budget, so what if-" said the blond Quatre Winner, almost having to run to keep up with his fuming companion.
"The money won't due any good in four years, Winner, we have a serial killer now" she spat with malice. Une's brown eyes where glaring at anything or anyone in her way, Quatre wished he hadn't decided to comfort the Head Preventer after her request for a budget increase.
"Why are you taking up a serial killer case, anyways, that sort of small fry is for the police." Quatre demanded to know. All he wanted to due was calm Une's fiery temper, but if she was going to be snide about it…
"The victims were all either high ranking Oz officers, families of Oz solders, civilian supporters of Oz, and anyone loyal to his Excellency…believe it or not, Winner, this is a terrorist hate crime." She said tartly, but her words where laced with sadness.
Quatre's ocean blue eyes widened considerable as his steeps falter. His clumsy nature took hold of him, bringing him to the white stone floor of the government building. Pain jolted up his right arm as it collided with the walkway, and the Arabian's knee caught the bulk of the impact.
"Sorry, Quatre, I'm a little peeved right now, are you alright?" said Une in a softer, almost maternal voice as she held out her soft hand to the blond.
"Please, don't do this, I don't want to die, I don't want to die…sob…have mercy, I…sob…oh god, please don't! My wife! Oh god…" said the trembling form before him.
His target was pleading for his life. This was his fault, for not waiting for sleep to take the target before he made his move; this sob fest was very annoying.
"Oh god, why now, w-"
He pulled the trigger, silencing his target's hysterical whimpers forever.
"I fight this secret war because I must, I murder because I must. I kill the innocent, the guilty; I hunt the targets without question. I do not care what these people did or didn't do. I do not care who they are the related to, or what they mean to others. I kill without discrimination, without hate. I only follow orders." he spoke with a monotone, almost inhuman voice.
His eyes glittered like hard sapphires in the blue shadows. The street lights that glared threw the lavish hotel suit's bay-style windows caused the amber highlights in his short, spiky red hair to create a halo effect around his heart-shaped face. Crimson blood was splattered almost delicately on his pale cheek; the target was dead, mission a success.
Authors Note: okay, that's all for now folks. Like I said, the story is supposed to start out a little…crazy. This is because Ai (see my bio) is on strike, so I'm clueless on what I should add on, delete, and edit (Plus that i don't have a spell check). I can promise longer, more detailed chapters in the future, if I get good reviews. I'm not against any ideas or suggestions my readers would like me to use in this story either. Please Review!