"On the border"
It's been three days since Jake and Heero suddenly disappeared, without a trace, and by now he realized that he was getting paranoid over those two. First, all he wanted to do was meet Heero and admit to both Heero and himself that he was in love. Now, he had met the "Taxi Driver" who then became known to him as Jake Maxinne. Then he meets Heero, who then thrashes nearly half the red light district with his absurd shenanigans and then he's arrested by the same public utility vehicle driver that he had met seven days back.
My my... Things were going at a speed that boggled the human mind. He looked down at the piece of cold toast on his plate and just learned that you should never leave your food there for more than two hours...
* * * * *
"So he won't talk?" A stocky man asked a considerably leaner man that sat down in a chair quite comfortably, trying his best to erase from his mental image this fat slob that he called his boss. "That's what I said, right? This is Heero Yuy we're talking about! If he didn't crack from the pressure of having to stop an entire war from breaking out, we won't be able force him to talk anytime soon. He isn't going to be so easy to crack, chief."
"I know that but we don't even have any lead to as to who was the person who tried to kill Lady Peacecraft several weeks ago." He paused for a while, his fingers absently stroking his scraggly beard. "The most likely person to ever even think of taking her life would be Heero Yuy and there's no doubt to that. If we can find even a single piece of evidence linking him to her, then we've got it sealed. He'll be executed for attempting to kill a colony leader and we'll finally get some rest from this case."
"But you can't find anything, right? And now you want me to take everything into my own hands and force this guy to spill the beans on an obviously well-planned assassination? Yeah, good luck tubby..."
The police chief then yanked Jake up by his collar, startling the unruly officer. "Don't play games with me, Maxinne. I'm in no mood to jerk around with you right now so if you could just get own on your skinny little ass and try to talk to him, I'll forget that you ever pissed me off." He tossed the officer back onto his seat, with much more force than what was required however and sent this certain officer tumbling backwards.
"Move it!"
"Okay, okay! I'm moving, I'm moving!" The door swung open and then slammed back again, the fat man slapping his forehead with his palm. (That asshole...)
"And..." The door opened again and Jake poked his entire head through. "... It's more of a rock hard, unbelievably sexy ass that could crack wallnuts than a skinny one."
The sound of a gun firing and then the sound of feet running.
The man sighed in utter exasperation. Why was he entrusting such a delicate mission to such an inelicate officer like Maxinne? "I swear, if he wasn't such a good cop I'd have him out on the streets for sheer stupidity..."
* * *
"I never knew that this place had so many homeless kids..." The air was chilly and strangely winter-like, which wasn't all too strange in itself considering that he wasn't wearing his clothes that fit this kin of weather. He had gotten accustomed to wearing the old priest clothes that he used to wear when Deathscythe was still around and he foun it amusing that they shrunk just a bit. All that lounging around when Jake was still there had made him a little flabby around the waist. Nothing too major, he thought, I'm still an attractive bastard...
He was already trying to get his mind off those two. Jake never came home after the incident and he hasn't even heard of anything about Heero in the news. He never did like the repetitive and oftentimes depressing news reports that air so often on TV.
But it wasn't so easy to forget a person like him. Not after seeing "HIM" get caught by "HIM".
He was only there for five seconds or something to that extent. That was when he realized that there was something different about this person that he had been staying with for nearly two weeks...
This person wasn't just a taxi driver. No, he was far better than that. He wasn't cut out for something so plain and derogatory.
Anyone that could take the perfect soldier down just wasn't your normal human being. Was he the Cat to Heero's mouse?
And, in this gigantic game of rat-catching, was he part of it? The proverbial Cheese, so to speak?
Heero was at the Border for a reason. He wasn't there to party nor would he even have a reason to party anytime soon. Yuy wouldn't be enjoying a cheap bottle of the local beer or anything to that extent...
No, he had ulterior motives for his visit. There was probably someone that he had wanted to meet... And this someone, whoever it may have been, must be pretty good to get Heero to meet up with him...
He never noticed it, but he was walking around in a circle. He was back at square one, the apartment building.
* * *
A sole over head lamp illuminated the room that he was confined in. The walls were simply four by four feet and no form of ecoration accompanied this room other than the lamp and the prerquisite bed-like thing he was forced to sleep on. He found this cheap and inefficient illumination component to be his only companion.
And to him, it was a very irritating companion.
Because it reminded him of himself.
This lamp was flickering on and off. He wasn't sure if it was even going to last the night because of it's poor performance. And that was what reminded him of himself so much. He just might, actually, he was pretty sure that he was going to die tomorrow...
This prison was strange to say the least. Nowadays, they had begun to use extremely advanced computer-controlled locks to keep top criminals inside. He could have hacked that, nothing was too hard nor too advanced for him to hack into and this was one of the reasons why Heero was never given the chance to get into one of those prisons.
The door had no combination nor did it have any kind of way to open it by key. It was also highly primitive by their standards but it seemed to do it's work more efficiently that any of the other locks. This one simply could be opened only from the outside. There was absolutely no other way and he had learned of that, the hard and tiring way. He had inspected it from every point of view you could ever think of and it just didn't have any other way of being opened. After five hours of trying to open the door, he had just completely given up on ever escaping.
He was probably going to die tomorrow like this lamp.
Sad... and why was he feeling that in the first place?
* * * * *
The door opened up with a bang and Duo had plopped himself up again on the sofa, simply trying to pass time until he could find out where he could locate his new so-called buddy, Jake Maxinne.
He had tried the local police but it seemed that he wasn't one of them. There was always the possibility that they were trying to cover up his trail, trying to let all forms of people who have any connection to the two outside of the law enforcment business. It wasn't the first time he had been denied information by a government agency and he just wasn't going to cross these guys off the list of people to pester.
But for now, he had no idea where to look or how to get information. That wasn't his specialty... He specialized in how to cleave an opponent's Mobile suit into two and how to constantly irritate people with his never ending chatter. Reconassance (OOC: spelling, please.) was always one of Heero's strong points... Everything was one of Heero's strong points.
The phone rang and he just let it ring for as much as it liked. Soon enough, the ringing died out, only to be replace by even more ringing. He once again let it be but then it just continued after it had ended, seemingly trying to grab his attention.
He was beginning to get an irrational hatred for telecommunication devices...
Cautiously, almost as if he was afraid of picking up the inanimate object, his fingers lifted up the receiver.
"Hello?" His voice was unnaturally shaky... Something that was even more unnatural for a person of Maxwell's gleeful caliber.
"Duo?"
There it was. A voice that he knew only as... COuld it be? Why would...? Calling him? Why would he be called by...?
"Is this you...?"
"You haven't changed. Yes, it's me. I need you to meet me right now. It's a matter of life or death so please, hurry. I'll be at the Border so please, Duo..."
"Wait! Don't hang up!" The phone went dead, the dreaded beeping sound was now clear through the receiver... Yet, in typical Maxwell fashion, he would not give up and he screamed.
"Hey, pick the phone up! Relena!"
The end...?
Ramble:
1) Ooohh!!! Cliffhanger ending! Let's see what happens next... Even I don't know what else is going to happen! And please, don't crush my brimming head with any more ideas. I still have to pick one from the crop and continue this fic, okay?
2) Please, review this fic and no more comments on what Sanq (Or Sank, whatever...) Kingdom looks like! I cannot take all this! I know I got it all wrong but please, try to just go with the picture, okay?
3) If you thought this part was strange... Wait until you read what I have in store for you in chapter eight... ^_^