To Kill a Prince

AN: OKAY! Here it is, the story you've all been waiting for! NO WAY! YES WAY! To Kill a Prince is here finally. Warnings are simply this. Like every other fanfiction that I write, this is a shounen-ai story, which means male/male love. If you have a problem with that, leave. Also, the characters may be slightly OOC, but no one ever has a problem with that. This is also an AU story. Alternate Universe, which means that this is not following the Gundam Wing story line. I'm just using those characters for fun. Okay!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. So back off!

Chapter 1: Hello Heero

Author's POV

He walked into the over sized office building avoiding eye contact with many of the people bustling about inside. Into the tiny cramped elevator, and up to the top floor. Across the cheap plush carpet and up to a meek looking secretary whose desk was situated right in front of two huge oak doors.

"I'm here for Dr. J." He muttered under his breath. The secretary pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, shivering under his cruel, blue eyed gaze. Quickly, she flipped through a book with notes scribbled down in various spots.

"Mr. Yuy I-I presume. Ah-h, yes. He'll be here in a few minutes. Go inside and make yourself comfortable" She stuttered out to him, eyeing what she knew to be a gun tucked beneath his jacket.

He nodded and pushed his way through the doors, to reveal the large private office. A half moon desk was situated in the center of the room. A big leather chair was placed on one side, looking comfortable and pleasant to sit on. On the other side was one chair made of what looked like firm wood with a single flat cushion placed on it in a sad attempt to make it more comfortable. Not one window was placed into the room. Bookcases lined the walls with thick texts on their shelves, looking boring. The whole room was dimly lit with a few dull lights hanging from the ceiling. There was a green desk lamp on the table and a gold name plate with the words 'President of Corporation, Dr. J' carved in delicate letters.

He took a seat and tried to make himself comfortable, as the little secretary had suggested, but found it very difficult in such a chair. He suspected that Dr. J had put it there to make the people who came to meet him uncomfortable in his presence, as he sat in front of them, in a soft leather chair. Probably to give an air of superiority. He smirked. Dr. J didn't scare him. He was just an old man to him. A man in his late 60's who was the head of a large department store corporation. A man who was very rich indeed and thought he was the master of the universe just because he had billions of dollars on his side.

A door he hadn't noticed before, opened off to the side, admitting Dr. J. He smiled eerily when he spotted the young man waiting for him.

"Ahh, Heero Yuy. You've returned. And how did this one go?" He asked, taking a seat in the aforementioned leather chair meant to intimidate.

Heero nodded to the man in assent. "It went Very well Dr. J" he answered. "The target was eliminated quickly and cleanly. He never saw it coming."

"Good. No, excellent as always Heero. I always knew I could count on you." He slid a white envelope across the table with Heero's name on it. "There you go. Pay for killing off another one of those bothersome human beings on my 'list'."

Heero took the envelope and stored it into a pocket of his jacket. "Thank you sir."

Dr. J waved his hand. "You may go now. I'll contact you when I've decided who's next on the list."

"Understood sir." Heero got up from the seat eagerly, as his ass was starting to feel numb. He turned and left with a final curt nod to his employer.

Back out the doors, down the elevator and out into the street. Heero had to admit one thing. He wasn't fond of his job or his employer. Not one bit. Dr. J was greedy, selfish and pig headed. He couldn't stand not being the center of the world. He didn't like it when people had more money than he did. But, then again, that's what the world seemed to be about these days. Money got you through the bills and other things like that. Heero didn't want to kill all those innocent people, but there was an extremely good pay if he got the job done, so he never complained.

The "list' that Dr. J had mentioned, was just that. It was a list of people, who had either wronged Dr. J in any way, or had more money than he did, which he could inherit from their death. He had hired Heero to do the killing for him, so he could never be blamed for their murders. You could call Heero an assassin, that's basically what he was. And it put food on his table. Only, other than being an assassin, he was unemployed; he relied solely on the large payments he got from Dr. J.

The busy streets of Tokyo city were full of people rushing to their homes to relax from their jobs, or people who were going to pick up their kids from school, whom couldn't walk home. Heero didn't fit either of those categories. His home was a large empty apartment in which he dwelled for hours on end. He had no life outside of his job. Besides, his cat Wing could take care of herself. He had left out a lot of food for her anyways.

But where would he go? He had barely any friends. He would have gone back to school, but that wouldn't work either. Heero was just too smart and still hadn't made up his mind about a long time profession.

Generally, he was stuck in a mass of existence, with no where to turn, no where to go. Barely any friends save for the waitress as the coffee shop he went to every morning and the librarian who helped him. Both of those ladies he had gotten to know quite well. Then there was the Peacecraft girl. Heero didn't really consider her a friend. More like a stalker. He had met Relena one night when he went to a club, trying to make his life more exciting. He danced with her once and she never left him alone after that.

Heero sighed. Where too now? He didn't want to go home to an empty house again. For as long as he could remember, he had always been alone. I got kind of tiring after the first 16 years. He didn't know his birth parents; they had abandoned him when he was a baby. He was raised by a street merchant named Odin Lowe who used to sell fake Rolexes to gullible cheapskates. But he was shot when a customer got angry at him for scamming when Heero was 10.

For 11 years, Heero made it about on his own. Now 21, he could work for himself and live truly by himself. But sometimes it wasn't enough for him. When he saw happy couples sitting at a café or holding hands, it made him depressed. Very depressed. He realized just how alone he was.

Heero waved as someone in a car stopped for him so he could cross the street. He was just following his feet, trusting himself to take him somewhere to interest him before he had to go home. His cold, cobalt blue eyes softened as he looked around the city. People were happy. He felt as though he was the only one who wasn't. There were twin girls playing jump rope on their front porch, laughing as their ropes got them tangled up with each other. A young boy was doodling on the sidewalk with chalk, his mother helping him sketch hopscotch on the cracked pavement.

Heero's feet carried him through small residential areas of Tokyo, finally coming to rest on a bench in a local park. Sakura trees lined the paths and the soft pink petals rained down in Heero's unruly chocolate hair as the wind blew them off their branches. The sun was high in the sky, and the clouds were incredibly white against the cerulean sky. Such things Heero had never really noticed before. He had never really had the time, nor had he really cared.

The grass looked especially green today, as it whipped about in the fields which took up half the park. Why hadn't he noticed this before?

"Nice day isn't it?" The voice startled Heero out of his reverie. It was very fluent Japanese, with an American accent. He was surprised. Turning to see the owner of such a clear, happy voice, Heero was taken aback.

The boy had sat down next to him on the bench while he was gazing out at the nature about him. The boy looked to be about 17 or 18 and was beaming at him with a winning smile. Heero would have mistaken him for a girl if it wasn't for his voice, because he had a slim figure (from what Heero could see) and long, shining tresses of chestnut brown hair, highlighted naturally in all the right places. The mass was plaited in a loose braid that reached all the way down to the boy's waist. His face was heart-shaped with creamy pale skin and rosy tinged cheeks. But his eyes were the thing that took Heero's breath away.

A deep violet color. Rare and absolutely beautiful on him. They shone with youth and innocence that someone his age shouldn't have. The smile that was located on his pink lips reached all the way up to those outstanding eyes.

Heero's breath caught in his throat as he tried to answer the boy's question, but failed miserably. He went for nodding and croaking out a quiet 'yes'.

The boy grinned again and looked out to the sky.

"You don't see days as perfect as this anymore. It's incredible. The temperature is just right and the breeze is cooling. The sun is shining. Just perfect." He turned to Heero "Don't you love it?"

"I-I...don't really take the time to notice the weather anymore." Heero said timidly. Timidly? Since when was he shy? Big shocker!

"Oh..." The boy looked around awkwardly. "Well, I'm Duo Maxwell! I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner." He stuck out a creamy white hand. Heero took it and shook it as firmly as he could without blushing. As soon as their hands met, Heero felt a tingling sensation in his hands shooting up through his digits and all the way up his arms.

"I-I'm Heero Yuy..." He answered, trying to keep his voice a steady as he could. Why was this boy making him feel like this? He felt like a fucking schoolgirl talking to her crush. Butterflies were fluttering around inside his stomach. It was strange.

"Heero huh? It's a pleasure to meet you. So, why are you sitting all alone? Don't you have, like, a girlfriend or something to keep you from getting bored?" It was a naïve question, if anything. Duo tilted his head to the side and curled a strand of his hair around his index finger. Oh if only he knew.

"Er...I, uh, I'm notinterestedingirlsrightnow." Heero mumbled quickly in a low voice. Why was a stranger asking him such a personal question anyhow?

Duo blinked a few times.

"Oh. Wow, well I'm sorry for making that assumption then." But he didn't look very sorry at all. As Heero stared at his face incredulously, he noticed that the younger boy seemed to look, was he happy?

"Why are you here?" Heero asked in return. "Surely someone like you wouldn't be here all alone!"

"Oh I'm not." Duo said cheerily. "I'm meeting my boyfriend soon. Look, there he is now!" he hopped off the bench pointing to a man about the age of 20 walking down the path. He had dark almond shaped eyes and black hair pulled back into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck.

Heero's face darkened. Boyfriend? He was sorry he asked at all. He could feel a twinge of jealousy inside him, burning slowly at the short fuse that was his temper.

Duo, however, jumped up and down, waving at the man with an endless energy that Heero admired right away. The man waved back but not as enthusiastically.

"Wufei! Wufei! Over here!" Duo called. "Fei, Fei, Fei, Fei, Fei...." He repeated each time his feet left the ground.

"I see you Duo." The man, Wufei, hollered to his boyfriend. As he approached, his ebony eyes saw Heero sitting nonchalantly on the bench, studying him. Who was this man, and what was he doing talking to 'his' Duo?

Wufei glared at the blue eyed man, receiving one just as menacing in return. Oh, so this man wanted a challenge huh? Well, he wasn't going to let himself lose his Duo to some random sicko looking for a kick.

Duo looked back and forth between his boyfriend and the stranger whom he just met. There was tension in the air that all 3 could feel. Duo had a bad feeling about the outcome right away.

"Er, Wufei, this is Heero. We were just talking for a moment while I was waiting for you and-"

Duo was interrupted as Wufei quickly grabbed him by the arm and promptly started dragging him along the path. "Wufei, what are you doing...I...hey! Wait a second Wufei!"

Heero stared after the couple, eyes holding disappointment and hurt. He had wanted to talk to Duo just a little longer. He felt like he knew him. He wanted to know him better, to be able to feed off of some of that energy. What was his boyfriend's problem anyways? Heero wasn't a bad person....was he? He didn't like to think of himself that way.

Heero saw Duo turn around in Wufei's grasp, his violet optics pleading apologetically. Heero would have no trouble forgiving him. It was the boyfriend that would keep getting on his nerves.

Would he ever see Duo again after that Wufei dragged him off without another word? Heero hoped so. Oh he defiantly hoped so.

Heero watched the couple as they walked further away into the park. Out into the field to be precise. They were no more than almost specs in the distance, but he could make out their movements quite well. He needed good eyesight for his profession. Heero questioned himself several times on these new feelings. He hadn't had a crush on anyone before. Of course he's seen plenty on TV and read enough magazines to know what it was. But he just hadn't seen himself as the type to develop a crush. Until now, of course.

There was movement coming from the couple out in the field. Heero squinted his eyes to see better, if possible. It looked like Wufei was yelling, and Duo was doing the same thing. Tears were making Duo's eyes red and puffy. Wufei raised his hand and sent Duo careening backwards, clutching his now swollen and red cheek. Oh no he didn't! Wufei did not just slap him! Rage clutched at Heero. He wanted to jump off the bench and run after them. Such irrational thoughts. He barely knew Duo and Wufei. He was being ridiculous!

Shaking his head, Heero got up from his seat on the bench and began the rather long trek back to his apartment. He could feel the beginnings of a head ache forming in his temples. He walked away, turning from the rather angry couple, planning on seeing neither of them ever again.

As if.

TBC

Mistress Shinigami: New stooorrryyyy! Yeah, I know I said I would wait until I was finished 'Leader of the Pack' before I put this up. But I just couldn't wait! At all!

Chibi Duo: My grownup counterpart is being abused! Hits M. Shinigami for being too quick with her plot

Mistress Shinigami: OW! I Know I know! I'm an awful person! I'm an awful writer! My plots go to fast! Bad me! Bad me! But anyways, tell me what you think. You know I LUV hearing from you all! REVIEW!