Title:The Truth Shall Set You Free
Author:YaoiGoddessNekoJin
Rating:T
Warnings:Yaoi, Violence, Blood, Slight Language
Disclaimer:I, in no way, own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I wish I did though. -
A/N: I will go ahead and warn you, Solo is evil in this fic. Don't get me wrong, I like Solo and all, It's just that I needed a character to be Duo's partner in crime and it just didn't feel right to make one up. Also, this fic is AU. (YAY!) Now, on with the show.
Chapter I
It was supposed to be a quick job. They were supposed to be in and out in no more than an hour and, most definitely, no one was supposed to get hurt. However, unbeknownst to the two, dark-clad figures sneaking onto the grounds of one of the richer families in New York City, things were about to go horribly wrong.
It was a moonless, starless, and frigid night as the two figures crept closer to the large mansion in front of them. By their appearance, they were both male. The shorter of the two had a long braid trailing behind him as he ran whereas the taller had shorter, almost shoulder-length hair. As the pair finally made it to the front entrance to the mansion, the shorter dropped to his knees and promptly began to pick the lock. He scoffed as the door popped open.
"Geeze, for rich guys they sure don't know how to lock a door." he said in a light, musical voice.
"Quiet." the other shushed quietly. The two quickly turned to the burglar alarm as it gave warning beeps. The shorter man pulled out a small black device and hooked it up to the alarm. It swiftly had the alarm disarmed which gave them the run of the house. They quickly and quietly began to gather up things that appeared to have some value. Once they had gathered up as much as they could carry, the taller called for his companion.
"Duo, come on, we have enough stuff." his voice was slightly deeper than Duo's had been. Duo looked over at his partner in crime, his stunningly beautiful, violet eyes sparkled in the glimmer of the floodlights as they danced into the room through the windows. As he was turning to leave, a sparkle caught his eye. He turned to inspect the area that the sparkle had originated from.
"Hold up a sec Solo." he said. He walked closer to the mantle over the fireplace and gasped at what he saw. Hanging on a ceramic bust, was the most beautiful locket he had ever seen. It was a small, silver heart on a silver chain. The thing that made it so beautiful, however, were the small chunks of amethyst arranged on the heart. Duo gently ran his finger along the locket before picking it up and gingerly placing it in his pocket. He turned and made his way towards Solo. They had almost reached the door when the light came on and they saw a man standing at the bottom of the large staircase. The man was clearly middle aged. He had messy, dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. He looked startled to see two strangers in the middle of his family room. He immediately made for the phone, a quick call to the police in mind. In the blink of an eye, Solo was in front of the man, punching him hard in the stomach. As the man bent over gasping for breath, all hell broke loose when Solo began to wail on the man, punching him and slamming him into various pieces of furniture. The violence escalated when Solo grabbed the telephone, base and all, that the man had been reaching for earlier and began to beat him over the head with it. Duo stood, frozen in place, eyes wide in horror, as he watched his friend beat the defenseless man. He let out a terrified scream when he saw blood begin to pool on the floor. The sight of the crimson liquid spurred Duo into action and he ran to Solo, grabbing onto his arm and forcing him to stop his assault. He could hear the man groaning in pain and he turned tearful eyes onto Solo.
"Please stop." he pleaded urgently, looking into the eyes of his closest friend. They stood still for a moment, the only movement being Duo forcing Solo to drop the bloody phone with trembling hands. Suddenly, the sound of an approaching vehicle could be heard. In a rush, Duo and Solo grabbed their bags and ran as fast as they could across the yard and into the bushes.
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Heero Yuy was on his way home after a hard day at work. The twenty-five year old worked as a district attorney for the state of New York and had to deal with a particularly hard case involving brutal and grotesque murder of a teenage boy. The images from the crime scene photos were still burned into his memory. His best friends, Officers Wufei Chang and Trowa Barton, didn't have it any better, seeing as they were the ones who had to respond to the call of a body being found. He ran a hand through his chocolate, brown hair as he sighed and tried to keep his light blue eyes open. When he was finally home, he pulled into the driveway and was startled at what he saw. Two figures were running across the lawn toward the bushes that surrounded the estate. Sudden worry for his father hit him and he threw the car door open, not even bothering to close it, and ran into the house. What he saw horrified him. There was blood and broken objects everywhere and his father lay in the floor, bloody and beaten. He grabbed the bloody phone and dialed 911. Once he hung up, he cradled his father's head in his lap and desperately tried to hold back the tears that he felt pricking the backs of his eyes. He felt a movement and heard his father groan in pain as he regained consciousness.
"Dad! What happened are you alright?" His deep, gravelly voice was tinged with worry and fear at his father's condition.
"I-I think." His father grunted, wincing in the pain created from the action.
"You'll be okay. We'll get those bastards." Heero growled.
"I-I should b-" Heero's father, Odin, was cut off by a fit of coughs. "be dead."
"What?"
"T-the guy h-hitting me w-wasn't g-going to s-stop. If i-it wasn't for t-the l-little one, I-I would b-be dead."
Fifteen minutes later found Heero talking to the first police officers to arrive on the scene as his father was loaded into the back on an ambulance.
"Could you see them?" asked an Asian officer with short, black hair pulled back into a ponytail. His obsidian eyes were clouded with worry and anger.
"No, Wufei, I couldn't." Heero replied.
"What about your father? Did he get a good look at the perps?" asked the young man beside Wufei, who had auburn hair and bangs that covered one of his bright green eyes.
"I don't know Trowa. He didn't say."
"That's alright. We'll get a statement from him when he's feeling better." Trowa replied, placing a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. None of them could believe what had happened that night. Neither could they fathom what the hours ahead would bring.
TBC
A/N: Well, there ya go. The first chapter. I hope everyone likes it so far. It may sound a little rushed because I tried to introduce most of the main characters. I don't think this fic is going to be all that long. Five, six chapters at the most maybe. Well, review and tell me what you think. Let me know if it's worth continuing.
Byesies!
