Disclaimer and A/N: I don't own anything. On the question of whether or not this will be yaoi, I haven't decided yet. Also, I had trouble deciding on a victim, even though the choice was obvious.
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August third. Trowa breathed evenly as he walked calmly across the tight rope during the show. He had done this so many times that it had become a rather boring routine. He had nothing to fear of heights, for he was always prepared to fall. His eyes wandered as he wondered who his victim should be.
The obvious idea came to mind as he saw her: Catherine. Nobody would suspect him, and he could make it look like a horrible accident. This was all simple enough, and it wouldn't take very long.
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"Trowa, will you help me feed the animals tonight?" Catherine asked gently after the last audience member exited the tent.
He nodded silently. She didn't know anything about what her fate would be that night. The tragic clown changed out of his costume and picked up a bucket filled with food. His brown-haired "sister" met him, also in her casual clothing, carrying a similar bucket.
She wordlessly went off to feed the elephants, and he went to feed the lion. He could feel the hypodermic needle filled with tranquilizer taped to the inside of the bucket. Even if the police found it, they would think that someone had used it to calm an angry animal.
After the lion was satiated, he crept silently over to Catherine, holding the needle. She was humming softly, oblivious to her impending doom. The Heavyarms pilot took the plastic cap off of the needle, and quickly stuck the sharp point into the knife-thrower's arm.
"Trowa!" she gasped as the gleaming point went through her skin as if it were soft earth.
The tranquilizer quickly took effect, and she lost consciousness. Her lithe body fell to the ground next to the elephant's foot. Trowa slipped a pair of rubber gloves onto his slender, invisibly bloodstained hands. He walked over to a trash can and deposited the needle there.
He snapped his fingers, the symbol for the elephant to lift her foot up. He slid her body under the foot, so that the animal's foot would land on her neck, and left for the next step.
It was late, and most of the performers would be asleep. He stepped over to where the fireworks were, and pulled out a match. Sulfur struck sulfur, and a flame came into existence with an angry hiss. Trowa put the newborn fir to the wick of the firecracker, and walked over to the trashcan, throwing away the spent match.
He covered his ears just as the sparks went flying. The bright flashes startled the poor, unsuspecting elephant, and it stomped its foot down, sending up a red rain of blood. Catherine's head rolled a few inches away from her body. The tragic clown threw a few pieces of meat under the elephant's stomping foot. and they were crushed.
He cautiously walked over and picked up the blood-splattered head, and stashed it away someplace safe. The gloves, which had turned red, were pulled off his hands and thrown away. He walked over to the elephant and adopted a horrified look as blood splattered him and the ground.
"Sorry, sis. Goodbye," he whispered mere seconds before the other performers scrambled into view.
*
The door to the residence of the Gundam pilots opened, and Trowa stepped inside, carrying a grocery bag with something large inside.
"Guys, I'm back," he said nonchalantly, as the other four pilots entered the same room.
He set the grocery bag on the table, and a package of what seemed to be ham from the butcher rolled out. The third pilot's hands opened the package, exposing Catherine's bloody head.
Silently, the other boys deposited their money into the coffee can.