Chapter 11, The Alpha and the Omega

Big Pimpin'? Hardly...


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Trowa sat back on his haunches, the gray-green glow of the screens casting him in their eerie light.

Six cameras were focused on the inside of the club. Two offered differing views of the packed dance floor, another offered a view of the lounging area, and another of the bar along the back of the club. The two remaining cameras covered the exit and entry to the club, respectively.

Quatre reached forward and tweaked one of the knobs below the screen, wishing for a better quality picture. Trowa had to stifle his cool semblance of a smile. Quatre, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was a perfectionist at heart.

Quatre then reached for a headset with an attached microphone and fit it snugly over his ears.

"Eyes to," Quatre paused and had the decorum to roll his eyes at Duo's chosen codename for this mission, "Shinigami, come in?"

"Shini here," Duo's low voice came over the connection.

"Gemela too," Hitori's voice followed, a husky edge to it in the darkness.

"Lets keep radio contact down to a minimum. Get into position. You will be alerted when the quarry arrives." Quatre swung the microphone up and out of the way of his mouth, and went back to gently twisting the knob of the one of the screens.

Trowa's mask of a face seemed to flicker into the pale shadow of a smirk. "Quarry, Quatre?"

Quatre smiled without looking at Trowa. "It is an apt name for Junior, is it not?"

Trowa shook his head without comment and went back to watching the screens.

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Her name was Lylah, and just like the cat she reminded him of, she rubbed up against Wufei constantly. Not that he minded, of course.


They were both inside the club by now, the constant beat of the exceedinglyloud music surrounding them. Wufei had yet to spot either Duo or Hitori.

Lylah looked up at him from under her bangs, the black lights of the club making her eyes glow eerily.

"Let's dance!" she proclaimed, grabbing onto Wufei's arm and dragging him out onto the dance floor.

Wufei was shocked at first but quickly caught onto what she meant by 'dance.'

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'When is he going to get here?' Hitori thought irritably. She lounged in the cushioned booth, all too aware of the stares she was getting from passersby of both sexes-some in jealousy, some in amazement, but most in lust.

Hitori couldn't help but twist her mouth sardoncially.

She had almost underestimated the power of the flesh. Almost.

She scanned the crowd again while one hand toyed with the two-way radio in her ear. She felt an uneasy spark race up and down her back. Tonight was going to go as planned...

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Duo slipped up to the bar, carrying his shoulders in the easy, relaxed slide of a man who knows he has every female's attention.

He ordered drinks in the perfectly pitched voice of someone who is used to the loud atmosphere of clubs. They arrived quickly and without much trouble. Duo slid two bills across the bar and thanked the bartender with a nod.

He turned into the throng pressed against the bar, using the oppurtunity to scan the entire club quickly. No trace of their "Pimp." Duo shrugged off the weighty feeling that was descending onto his shoulders. He would be here soon. And when he did, they would have him.

Deathscythe's pilot smiled.

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Heero watched Duo hand Hitori a glass filled with some type of liquid. He grimaced. Alcohol was the last thing they needed on a mission.

He leaned back against the wall, letting his eyes flick over every single person in the crowded club. It consisted of one room, he knew, with no concievable ways out save for the exit behind the bar and the back way. The bar was blocked with customers, so it was eliminated. One front entrance, spewing clubgoers in angry spurts to pack in the already tightened area.

He frowned. People he could deal with. Small spaces he could deal with. Both?

That was another question entirely.

The area around him was almost completely lightless, one of its best qualities. He was glad his sister had chosen black for him. It made a seamless appearance to any clubgoer that this was just another corner, choked with the stifling air of sweating bodies and the raw appetite that seemed to pervade the room.

Siham would be here soon. And then, all hell would most likely break loose.

He could only hope that Hitori and Duo knew what they were doing.

* * * *

The bitter liquid coursed down her throat while burning the back of her eyes. She cleared her throat while nuzzling into Duo's shoulder.

Duo's lips curled up into his famous grin. "Thought you would like that, kitten. Did it taste good?"

Hitori threw a leg over Duo's knee while her free hand traced the muscles of the back of his neck. "It was almost..." She titled her head to the side, aware of the picture she made. Lips glistening, a leg tossed carelessly over Duo's knee, in one hand a drink, the other resting on Duo's neck. One word could describe her in that position: Vixen. She smirked.

"It was almost...indescribable."

Duo's grin grew to a smirk. On the pretense of downing his shot, he said,"Shouldn't we be focusing on the mission, kitten?"

"Yes, we should." The satin-clad woman beside him gently blew in his ear. "And if we are, you," She put an emphasis on the word that forced Duo to stifle a tremor,"Better play...nice." Fingernails gently bit into the nape of Duo's neck.

Duo swallowed and smiled. "Then...," he paused, "We should be dancing."

Hitori stood up. "That we should."

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Wufei danced as every other person was dancing-if it could be called dancing. Partners grinded their hips against each other, hands went places that they would have never gone in public. The Chinese scholar was disgusted at the obvious debauchery.

To hide his opinion, he focused on his partner. She swung her hips back and forth and ran her tongue across her lips. The shock of pale pink against the darkness of her lips sent a shudder of pure want through him, much to his surprise.

Lylah must have noticed his shock, for the next minute she was up against him-inch for inch. The vibrating rhythym of the music seemed to magnify as he felt it through her body.

Wufei began to let the cadence of the music flow through his every nerve. It was intoxicating, but in a different way than alcohol. His skin tingled with a live heat that was almost palpable. The bass beat through him, driving him to move, to grasp, to feel. He closed his eyes and moved to it with an abandon that he thought he would never know.

He felt Lylah's hands on his shoulders, his hips. He moved his hands over her body, slim and warm underneath his palms. The music was making puppets of them both, neither minding. As long as they could be here, surrounded by people like themselves, people who only felt the need to move, the world could continue turning, the universe could keep spinning...

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Hitori and Duo quickly had an audience as they danced, limbs twined together on the dance floor. They rocked to the irresistable beat, seemingly just two people out for a good night on the town.

Hitori and Duo changed positions several times, both on the lookout for who they had come to wait for.

Hitori's dark eyes caught onto a familiar ebony tail. He was..he was...

She couldn't believe her eyes....Wufei? Dancing-no, what they were doing was far, far from dancing-with that..that...girl?!

Hitori let go of Duo violently and slinked across the room. If that was what he wanted, then by God, he would get it.

"Siham, entering right now. Look sharp you guys," Quatre's voice cut across Hitori's jealousy.

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Heero frowned. Why was Hitori breaking away from Duo like that? Something was off-

"Siham..." The rest of Quatre's words were lost in a sudden rush of sound. Wind was restlessly beating at his ears.

Siham. Siham was here. It was time. Two words echoed through Heero's mind.

Mission accepted.

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Wufei was suddenly aware of every movement around him. He drew in a deep breath, the air burning the back of his throat like fire. Siham.

Lylah moved in towards him, shouting, "Are you okay?"

Wufei nodded as sweat trickled down the side of his neck, heat evaporating into the air only to be pressed down back onto him again.

He smiled once, and pulled Lylah close to him again. He was just a hungry kid in a club. Just another hungry kid.

* * * *

Duo steered Hitori towards the nearest expanse of free wall.

He pushed her up against the wall and buried his face into her neck. "What the hell was that, Tor?"

Hitori tilted her head back and closed her eyes. 'Not what I'm supposed to be doing, that's what it is.'

"Tor?" Duo questioned, running his hands up her sides.

Hitori dipped her head and flipped Duo up against the wall, mimicking his actions. "Nothing. I thought I saw something."

Duo chuckled as her warm breath tickled his Adam's apple. "Whatever you say, kitten."

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Quatre rustled uneasily on his haunches. Siham had arrived, the stage was set...

Now all they had to do was catch him, get him to tell them what he knew, and then do what they planned to do...

Wow, that couldn't be too much to ask. No, not at all.

* * *

The crowd stirred near the entrance to the club. Duo looked over Hitori's shoulder.

"Shini to Eyes."

"Eyes here."

Hitori rolled her eyes. "Cut the radio talk." She paused. "Entrance is busy. He's coming. Team check, now." The authority in her voice left no doubt to Duo who was really in command of this mission.

"Eyes one," Quatre's voice came over the crystal clear connection.
"And two," Trowa's soft tenor followed.

"Three here."

Duo felt the tension melt from Hitori's frame as Wufei's calm, solid voice filled their ears. He smirked. So, he had been right in thinking...

The radio silence continued.

"One, come in." Hitori gripped Duo's shoulder, the pretense of a lusty couple getting busy now forgotten.

Silence enveloped them both.

Muscles fluttered along Hitori's jawline as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. Duo felt her slap the wall with her free hand. Her breath came shallow and fast. Where the hell was Heero?

Duo bit off a curse. Sure, Heero was not one to go missing, not on a mission like this. The crowd stirred again, this time violently parting. Bodies pressed up against Hitori's back and in turn the mass crushed Duo against the brick wall they had been leaning against.

Duo smirked down at Hitori. "Well, this isn't a bad way to die."

She did not smile back, only muttered something about an emotional connection. Duo thought she was spouting about herself and Heero. Surely, she thought he cared enough to call in his number, even if it had become dangerous...

Beyond the press of bodies, security men who could pass for walking walls were escorting a few young men-and a good number of young women-to a private lounging area at the back of the club. In the center of them, a golden brown head stuck out from the predominant shades of black, blond and darker brown.

Hitori couldn't turn around with everyone making way for Siham like a king, but she did catch a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye. Her face, which had been schooled into the familiar blase expression of emotionlessness, seemed to metamorphosize into one of complete and total hate. Her eyes burned like midnight sapphires and her dewy mouth flattened even more than the almost-frown she had worn. She would have him, whether it meant life or death...

Duo had only seen that look on one other person in his life.

Heero.

The crowds moved back onto to dance floor, and it was as if Siham had never passed. Duo ran his hands up and down Hitori's back. She was as tense as a taut wire. "Kitten, now is not the time for theatrics..."

She shrugged off his hands as she said one word: "Dance."

Duo and Hitori followed the mad rush of people to the floor.

* * * *

Wufei and Lylah were moving back towards the dance floor. Wufei had used the sudden movement of people to cover for his check with his team. What had bothered him was what made everyone else equally uneasy. Heero had yet to announce his presence.

"Hey..." Lylah circled Wufei's wrist with her hand. "Oh, you know what? I never did get your name." She smiled, leaning towards him, giving him a view of what she was certainly willing to offer. She had made that very clear on the dance floor.

Wufei paused. "Tobias."

Lylah smiled even wider. "Tobias. I like. I like very, very much." Her cat-eyes traced the line of his figure greedily.

Wufei thought he might be sick. 'Mission. This is a mission. I have to do this. This is just a mission.'

"The sentiment," Wufei reached an arm around Lylah's slim waist,"Is defintely returned."

They swung out onto the dance floor, moving in and among the different groups. Lylah danced with her back to Wufei, her hands resting on his hips. They swayed from side to side, and the blood began to pound behind Wufei's eyes again.

Then there was a flicker of deep red and blue on the edge of his vision. A group of people were cheering on two dancers, a male with chestnut hair and a female with red...

Wufei almost forgot about Lylah completely, so strong was his urge to see if they were really doing what his incomplete view suggested.

'I am going to have that baka's braid.'

"Tobias, what's wrong?" Lylah had turned around and had Wufei's face in her ivory hands. They were startingly cold.

Wufei smiled down at her. "Nothing at all. Let's go see what's going on over there."

Lylah's lips dipped into a frown, but she nodded and led the way towards the commotion.

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Hitori was doing things that would have made-were making-Duo blush. He was lucky that most clubs believed in little or no lighting.

Duo pulled her lithe body close to his own as they moved their hips back and forth. His own hands held her against him fast as Hitori was making trails with her nails over all of Duo that she could reach. Her touch lighted on his neck, then traced his jaw. The fine seam of his shirt, the waistband of his leather pants.

A circle of clubgoers surrounded them by now, many cheering them on. A familiar face surfaced in the crowd. 'Or, I should say,' Duo thought,'a familiar grimace.'

Wufei was watching them from the circle of admirers with an attractive girl on his arm, whispering things into his ear.

But Wufei wasn't paying attention to her, he only had eyes for Duo. Eyes filled with...was it...jealousy?

Hitori behaved as if she didn't know Wufei was there, and maybe she didn't. She was now facing away from Duo, leaning against him as she guided his hands up and down her sides. Duo gulped nervously, but managed to keep up the charade they were playing. He had never seen Wufei so angry...

The crowd parted again as a handsome face appeared in the circle. It was exactly who they had been waiting for.

* * * *

Hitori sensed--more than saw--Wufei on the edge of the circle. She could almost feel the emotion emanating from him. Surely he thought she was immoral, indecent. A young woman just didn't behave this way, in public or private.

Fleetingly, Hitori wondered what Wufei did in private.

A recognizable head of perfectly groomed hair appeared in the crowd.

Hitori slowed her dancing, allowing Duo's hands to drop from her body and stepped away from him ever so slightly.

'Wufei will just have to wait.'

The so-called Pimp held a hand out to her. She dipped her head and viewed the clean lines of his body through her lashes. Yes, he was gorgeous. Yes, he was dangerous. Yes, he was powerful.

And she was going to see to it that by the time this night was over, he would be none of these.

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