This is my fifth ficcie! I wrote a bunch of chapters in about three or four days, I was so into it. Now I'm going to post what I have, because I think others will enjoy it!

I'm only going to do the disclaimer once in this first chappie, so here goes...

Disclaimer: I, Sutoomu(Storm), do NOT own Gundam Wing in any way. None at all. This fanfiction was done purely for fun and does not get me money in any way. Besides, it's not as though I have any money to be sued for...

Read on and enjoy and, hopefully, review!


Wakai Kyoushu

Young Assassins

Storm


"And we're rolling in five...four...three..two..."

The reporter quickly brushed her hair out of her face as the numbers reached one and the camera began rolling. "I'm Natasha Wasaki, and this is NENN, New Earth News Network.

Preventors received an important lead concerning the series of assassinations that have been plaguing Earth. For the past three years, numerous peace officials and delegates have been murdered swiftly and silently. Preventors are unsure whether it is only one assassin or more, but today they will find out." She moved to the side and gestured with her hand. "As you can see, behind me is what seems to be an ordinary veterinary clinic," the camera zoomed in on the building, surrounded by Preventors cars. A curious crowd was gathering, as normally did. Preventors and newspeople were interviewing witnesses and citizens on the street. "But not everything is as it appears. The Dalewood Veterinary Clinic, while looking innocent on the outside, has been discovered as being the refuge for the assassins for the past two years. Sorry, Dalewood Veterinary clients, but you'll have to bring your pets elsewhere from now on.

Preventors have just finished securing the building and are clearing it now. We have reports on the apprehension of five suspects," Natasha paused, her hand going to her ear where an earpeice most likely lay. "Yes, the reports have just been confirmed." The camera switched to a view of the front door of the clinic, where five odd looking men dressed in white lab coats were being directed out of the building. "Some of our viewers watching may recognize these as the vets who took care of their sick pets. Known as Dr J, Professor G, Doctor S, Instructor H, and Master O, these five have been Dalewood Veterinary Clinic's resident vets for the past ten years, well known and loved in many families. However, these five old, lovable vets are not the assassins. The Preventors have a list of the asassins names, and are working on locating them as we speak. The Preventors continue to clear the building as we anxiously wait for more news."

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Heero sat at his desk, typing away calmly at his labtop like any other day in his room. He paused to read a page, scrolling down, and then began to type away again, improving his skills a little as he did every day. He was used to spending up to fourteen hours a day on his labtop when he wasn't taken away to practice or given a mission. He expected J to arrive any moment now and tell him of his next assignment for tonight, since his mentor had given a major hint after the last successful mission that Heero should move on to harder missions, harder targets. Of course, the missions he did now were already beyond average expectations, and that was for grown men. Heero was only fourteen.

Heero looked up as the door thumped. That was highly unusual. Maybe J had tripped and hit the door...Heero shut down his labtop and sat down at the end of his bed, a gun in his hand, waiting. After about ten minutes, and a bit more thumping, which alerted Heero that it was not J, he heard the lock click and the door swung open. Heero blinked with his cold, Prussian blue eyes and stared at the man standing in the door, with a rifle aimed at him. He was confused as to what to do. No one but J had ever come to his room, no one but J had ever aimed a gun at him, no one but J had ever talked to him. He had never seen another human being besides J. Only J had the key, only J was allowed down here. Which meant that someone new had the key now, someone had taken it from J. And since J wasn't the one standing in the door, it meant something had happened to his mentor. But what was he supposed to do? J had never told him what to do in this kind of situation, which meant Heero had no other choice but to follow his instincts.

"Where's J?" he asked in a monotone. The man-someone in law enforcement, Heero was sure-blinked at him curiously. The gun shifted down a bit. If Heero was supposed to attack, now would be the perfect time. But Heero didn't attack, and the man looked down the hall and yelled to someone.

"Hey! There's a kid in here!"

Heero growled low in his throat but still did not move. He hated it when people called him a kid. He was fourteen, and had never been a kid. He repeated his question, a bit colder than before. "Where's J?"

"Huh?" the man looked at him. Heero mentally cursed his luck at being stuck with an idiot.

Heero raised his gun and pointed it at the man's head. "Where is J?" He spoke slowly, clipping every word so the baka could understand him. The man only now noticed the gun-how could he not, staring down the barrel-and swallowed, then chuckled nervously.

"H-hey, kid," he said. "You better p-put that down. Y-you could get hurt, you know?"

"Get me your superiour now or I'll put a bullet in your head," Heero threatened. "And you better hope he is more intelligent than you are, or I'm going to have to waste two bullets. And I hate wasting bullets..."

The man's shaky smile dissapeared instantly and he once again called down the hall, but it was a name this time. "Sergeant Sommers!" A moment later, a much more intelligent and older looking man came up to the man who had unfortunately met with Heero. He stopped next to him, unaware of the danger.

"Yes, Ensign Parke?" he asked. Parke directed his superiours attention to Heero, who observed him with unblinking eyes, calculating and cold.

"What the hell?" Sommers yelled through his mustache. "Put that down, boy!"

Heero smirked. At least he hadn't called him kid. "I want to know where J is?"

"Wha...?" Sommers asked, aware that Heero wasn't just a young boy playing around now. He was serious.

"Dr J," Heero repressed a sigh of annoyance at these pea brained people. "I want to know where Dr J is."

"Dr J," a voice came from someone obviously standing beside Sommers. Though the person themself was out of sight. "That was one of the suspects arrested."

"Arrested...?" Heero was very confused now. Why had Dr J been arrested? Perhaps the law enforcement had finally discovered that Dr J was the mastermind behind the assassinations. But Dr J would never allow himself to be caught...would he? "Has he been injured?"

"Not that we know of, sir," the out-of-sight person said softly. Heero uncocked his gun and lowered his hand to his side. He didn't see any need to hurt these people unless they hurt J or tried to hurt him.

"Good," he said, and re-sat himself at his desk, typing away. The Sergeant and the ensign stared at him in disbelief, then the ensign had enough sense to re-train his weapon on Heero.

"Who are you, son?" Sergeant Sommers asked, still deeply confused that this boy had a gun and seemed to know how to use it.

"I'm not your son," Heero said coldly.

Sommers sighed. "Right. What's your name?"

"My name is Heero Yuy."

"One of the assassins...!"

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Thunk!

"Woot, bullseye!" Duo pumped a fist from his position on top of the dresser. His fist knocked against the ceiling-damn dresser was too high-and he rubbed it. He wished G was here to see him. Of course, Duo had hit the bullseye at this distance when he was five, but he still felt like having G watch him. Maybe Duo just wanted the attention...hell, he knew he did. It got very boring in this room when G didn't pop in, and G hadn't popped in for eight hours now. Too long for the energetic boy to stand, so he tried to amuse himself by throwing his knives. G knew about Duo's easiness to get bored, so he had loaded the room with books and games and tons of stuff, but Duo had played them all so many times, and it was hard to play games alone.

Duo threw another knife and then jumped as the door handle suddenly jiggled. He cursed and rubbed his head where it had connected with the roof. "You have to use the key, G!" he yelled, even though he knew G wouldn't hear him. His walls and doors were soundproof, though Duo didn't know why. Duo didn't know much at all, like why his room was always locked and why he couldn't go outside and have fun. All he knew was that he was going to die of boredom in this room, and he would've died long ago if G didn't let him go outside every now and then for assignments. But assignments never were much fun, except maybe for the explosions and stuff, and the sneaking in he got to do. But even G should realize that a thirteen year old has energy, and Duo more so, and that Duo was tired at only ever seeing G.

He heard the key enter the door and jumped down to greet G. Unfortunately, his feet got tangled with his scythe which had been leaning against the dresser, and he collapsed in a heap, braid flying up to end up over his face. "Great impression I make...," Duo muttered as the door opened. He looked up, ready to smile crazily and say hello to G, but it wasn't G at the door. Duo blinked as his deep violet blue eyes met a pair of light green ones, which blinked back. The man, one Duo didn't know, but that wasn't a surprise, since he only knew G, was dressed in a black uniform and had a rifle. He looked very confused at seeing the braided boy lying on the floor with a scythe beside him.

"Hey!" Duo sat up, looking at the rifle. "Is this a bust?" The man stared at him. "Are you G's assistant. He's always muttering how he needs an assistant since I'm such a handful, but I never thought he'd actually get one." The man blinked again and Duo chattered on, standing up. "So where is G? He comin'? He always was a li'l slow, I think. I beat him in everything, 'cause I'm so good." Duo took his scythe and held it behind him in a cocky pose. "Hey, what's your name? I figure I got to do the introductions 'cause G's late..."

"What are you doing here?" the man, who was so rude he hadn't given Duo his name, asked.

"Don't you know? G sure is being lazy today, if he never told his assistant...,"

"I'm not G's assistant," the man interrupted.

"Your not?" Duo exclaimed. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I asked you first, kid! Who are you?"

Duo's eyes suddenly held a wary look. "If your not G's assistant...and you don't know who I am or why I'm here..." Duo unconsciously set his hands at the ready-to-attack position on his scythe. "Where's Professor G?" They better not have hurt the guy. Sure, G bored him to death sometimes, but he still liked the old geezer. And G was the only person he knew.

"Professor G? That's the guy you're talking about?"

"Yeah...," Duo drawled with a 'no duh' tone.

"Professor G and the other four scientists have been arrested," the man said. "Now who are you and why are you here?"

"I asked you first," Duo automatically argued, then his eyes widened. "G's been arrested? Why?"

"As a suspect in the assassinations. And, no, I asked you first."

"The assassinations? G never assassinated anybody."

"How would you know, kid?"

"'Cause I'm the one who did the assassinations," Duo said matter-of-factly.

"What!" The man yelled, then laughed. "As if. A kid like you...you're just protecting G, aren't you? Pretty attached to the old madman."

"Well, he is a madman, but I'm not protecting him," Duo said darkly. He hated it when people didn't believe him. "Look, dude. I have knives, and a scythe, and a gun, and I know how to use them. I can make explosives-I mostly did the blowing up assassinations-and I am an expert at stealth and breaking and entering. I can prove it, too." He swung the scythe around before the man had time to blink, stopping the blade right beside the man's neck. No more laughter from him.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked shakily. Who wouldn't be shaky if their life was in the hand of a psychotic kid.

Duo grinned, and the scythe spun off the man's neck to spin in Duo's hand and end up behind him with a flourish. "I may run, I may hide, but I never tell a lie. Duo Maxwell, a.k.a. Shinigami."

"Maxwell?" the man gaped. "You...you really are one of them...you're an assassin!"


And that is Wakai Kyoushu, Young Assassins. I hope I got that right. Please review! Introducing Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei in the next chappie! Review, please!

Storm