Title: Got Your Package
Pairing: 1x2
Warning: Slash...big time...avoid if it burns your eyes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: After a near miss with a millionare on the street a package boy is suddenly the center of the rich man's life.
Prologue: Near Miss
Heero Yuy stared with unsuppressed anger at the motercycle speeding away.
Traffic was thick today even for the city so he'd opted to walk from his multi-million dollar firm to the bistro he favored on the corner. He'd just finshed his meal choosing to eat outside and enjoy the unusually warm Autumn sun when his ears picked up the sound of a reeving engine.
"Gang Way!!!" A sharp yell was the only warning before the motorcyclist jumped the curb. Yuy's drink spilled and his chair rocked back dangerously. He glared after the retreating taillights committing the license plate to memory and any other detail he could in identifying the rider. Repercussions were to be had this day for whom ever that dare devil driver was today. Repercussions Yuy would administer himself.
Black bike; Kawasaki; black jacket, riding boots, and a helmet with a sticker of an undertaker winking on it and a long brown-haired braid trailing behind it. Despite the slight frame Heero very distinctly felt that the rider was male. He grit his teeth. That man will be dead before nightfall!
A quick order for a new shirt at his secretary and a barked demand over the intercom system to the legal deparment for any and all information on the owner of the offending motorbike soothed Heero's rage but didn't diminsh it. When the legalese from down stairs returned victorious with a background check, place of work, and home address the young Japaness mogul smiled with vicious relish.
"Duo...Maxwell..." Age 23; working at 'Howard's About Town Delivery'. Owns a black 2000 Kawasaki ninja. Gotcha! Heero read over the report quickly making use of his perfect memory to imprint each and every detail on his brain. It seems "Maxwell" resided in an unsavory part of town known for a high crime rate complete with drug dealers, hookers, and gang wars. Heero straightened his crisp new dress shirt and nodded his thanks to his secretary as she left.
So...he's a lowlife eh? Doesn't matter. He endangered lives today with that little stunt on the sidewalk. Fucker should've known better.
Who cared if the guy lived in a slum! Who cared if he worked at a piss ant job or (Heero peeked at his background once more)...or if he grew up in an orphanage! He'd been fucking reckless today! He endangered his life and the lives of others. Heero Yuy couldn't tolerate that kind of callous attitude toward the safety of others. As his father would say were he alive "Its not a good solider that kills the most but who gets the job done with the least amount of injury to the world!" Heero straightened his shoulders and snatched up his tie.
He drapped the slick midnight blue designer patterend cloth around his neck and marched with a snarl for the elevator.
As he passed between the open office hallway several secretaries jumped to attend him chattering about projects, meetings, and payroll plans. Signing the acquisitions that he'd already made up his mind about, ignoring what he could read later, and hissing a firm "reschedule all my meetings for the rest of the day!" the lethal financial genius left his corporation to run without him for the afternoon.
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