DISCLAIMER: Okay…PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!… don't read this unless you can handle some lemony [ i.e sexual ] content. I don't want to be sued for traumatizing the innocent. Also, there's another tiny detail. I don't own any of these characters. Damn.

Black Balloon Chapter I: Hole in the Head

She clung onto him with all her strength, their slick bodies molding against one another. She nipped at his neck, clawing at his muscular back and letting out small gasps of pleasure. He pumped in and out of her, their breaths hot and laced with lust. Her blonde hair spilled over the pillow like a golden cascade. She cried out his name over and over; he said nothing nor showed any emotion. Almost instantly, she came like a flood, unyielding and intense. He pulled out of her satiated body and laid down.

She never noticed that he didn't come with her.

"Heero…" she gasped, "where did you learn how to do that?" She curled up against his sweaty body and sighed dreamily. Her eyes were glossy, as shiny as glass and filled with the heavens.

He smirked and sat up, resting his arms on his naked thighs. "Hn," he grunted. Heero got up listlessly and walked over to the chair where his clothes hung in a neat pile. Slipping on his boxers and jeans, he looked over to her with his Prussian blue eyes.

"What are you thinking of?" she asked him, propping herself upon her elbow, a seductive grin on her face. She wasn't done yet – she wanted more.

He finished buttoning up his shirt and stared back for a moment, the silence growing thick. He rolled up his sleeves and ran his hand through his hair a couple of times, the strands falling back into their usual messy position. He breathed in and then out.

 "My job." He outstretched his arm and pulled the trigger.

Heero walked through the streets with his hands jammed into his pockets. It was cold today, even for a cloudy day in November. He climbed onto his Yamaha parked in the alleyway, and put on his helmet. The motorcycle cut through the air like a bird, quick and swift. The cold air bit at his nose, his ears, and turned his skin bright pink and covered in small goosebumps.  Heero rode through the back streets that wrapped around the city like a labyrinth and pulled up against an old building hidden by the back streets. He walked up the few flights of stairs and went into the room upstairs, his home.

"Hey, Heero," a voice called from the bathroom.

Heero grunted and kicked his shoes off and sat down on the couch.

"How'd it go?"

"Like always. Simple," he responded. "Women are all the same. Lustful and foolish."

"Yea, but this one was a cute one. What was her name again? Re…re…" he mumbled.

"Reena," Heero ended. "Duo, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were worse than those women. You're readier to take off your pants than they are."

Duo chuckled and peered his head out of the bathroom. "Nah… what can I say? I'm a growing boy. Puberty and the hormones are working. But honestly, wouldn't you have liked to fuck her without all the strings attached?"

Heero eyed him and raised an eyebrow. "No. Sex is sex."

Duo stuck his head outside the bathroom again. "You aren't gay, are you?" Heero shot a dirty look at his roommate and shook his head. Duo sighed in relief. "Well, I think it would be nice to have some good ole fashioned sex without having to blow the girl's brains out."

"You and your hormones, Maxwell."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing." Duo pulled on his leather jacket and gave his hair one last check in the mirror. "Well, time for me to go screw another chick. It's amazing how much money husbands are willing to pay just to kill their spouse."

"Hn…" he nodded.

Duo left Heero alone in the modestly furnished apartment; white walls, a couch, a small television, and other basic amenities. He stumbled into the bathroom and stripped down until he had nothing on but a small scar on his left rib. He took a shower and rid himself of Reena; he didn't like her stench, the acrid smell, the bitter flavor. The water burned his skin and he rubbed it vigorously with the bar of soap. Stepping out of the shower, he wiped away the fog from the window. He stared at the reflection of himself, not sure what to think of himself.

His life. Did it really have to be like this?

He sighed and dressed in his tee shirt and drawstring pants. Logging onto his computer, he dried his chocolate locks. The screen flipped on, a voice welcomed him.

Welcome. You've got Vid-Mail.

He opened his inbox and checked the mail. It was from an anonymous person. He contemplated it for a minute before double clicking. A small screen popped up from the corner and began to load. Heero turned up the volume and watched the screen.

"Heero Yuy, I presume," a voice said slowly and lowly. And feminine. "If you are reading this, I take it you are curious to whom would be sending you this…and why that person is a woman. If you would like to accept, call the number below, extension 7352-BNS. If you would like to deny, please delete this and never think of it again."

He closed the window and picked up his cell. It wouldn't hurt to have a few extra thousand in the pocket. Heero dialed in the numbers and listened to the ring tones.

"Heero Yuy."

"Mr. Yuy, I take it you received my Vid-Mail and you have chosen to accept. Excellent." The voice purred like a cat yet hissed like a snake. "I've heard a good deal about you. You seem to have quite the reputation on the streets, a very good one at that."

"Enough of the flattery. What would you like me to do?" he asked blatantly. Time was money, as they said.

She snickered quietly. "A man who gets to the point. I like that. Well then, Mr. Yuy, I have a proposition for you," she said slowly. "I will give you half a million dollars to kill my sister, the heir to Father's estate and bonds."

Heero smirked. "I'd think she was cheating with your boyfriend."

The woman laughed. "Heavens, no. You think I would murder someone over such a trivial matter? I'm out for the millions my father has."

"All right, then," Heero agreed. A woman with brains, he thought, what a unique species. "I accept."

"Great. Head to 173th Main Street, and into Café de la café tomorrow morning. There, you'll see a girl – long blonde hair and she's a waitress there.  Be there around 5 A.M and don't be late. Do whatever you need to get the job done. Understand?"

"Got it. And the name?"

"Darlian. Relena Darlian."

Heero shut off the monitor and smirked. "Piece of cake."

Note: Wow – it has been forever since I've updated xD Well I am determined to try and finish this story before the summer ends! So please enjoy these sporadically posted chapters. Comments and critique are greatly appreciated =D