Wufei banged on the door of Heero and Relena's apartment, Sally Po standing back behind him. No one was answering, they were either gone or just not answering.
" I don't think anyone is home Wufei," she said softly. Wufei turned looking at her. "Damnit woman, I can see that!" She turned, placing a hand on her hip, tossing her hair over her shoulder with the other hand. She walked off to the car, climbing inside, starting it up. She slammed the door shut.
Wufei ran up to the car. Sally rolled down her window. "Until you change your attitude," she started slowly, "Then you can walk." She drove off, leaving Wufei standing there in her dust. "Damn woman," he muttered, starting off down the road.
A motorcycle slowed nearly to a stop beside him. The rider was wearing a helmet, so Wufei couldn't tell who it was. He stepped off the road looking the person over. "Are you going to just stand there staring me down all day, or are you going to get on?" It was Trowa he realized, hopping on behind him. Trowa sped off down the road, toward his apartment.
He hopped off the bike, taking off his helmet. "What brings you here Wufei?" Wufei looked around, hands in his pockets. "A murder." Trowa nodded. He was calm and emotionless as usual. Wufei hated that, he could never tell how the pilot was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked down the side of Trowa's bike. One side of it was all scraped up.
"What happened here?" Trowa was unlocking his door and replied calmly, "An accident." He stepped inside, Wufei following behind him.
* * *
Heero closed the door to their bedroom quietly behind him, looking at Relena, who was sitting on their bed. "So, you didn't answer the door?" he asked, walking toward her slowly. Relena shook her head. Heero frowned, "Now it really seems suspicious." He sat down on the bed beside her, laying back, his hands beneath his head. "Damn, Wufei is going to be watching every single move I make."
Relena looked down, "I'm sorry Heero," she mummered. He got up, walking toward the door. She stood slowly. "Where are you going Heero?" She followed him to the front door. "I'm going for a walk," he said coldly, slamming the door behind him. She stood there, staring at the door, tears whelding up in her eyes. "All right." she whispered, though she knew he wouldn't hear her.
* * *
Trowa dialed Heero's cellphone number. He had called at his house, Relena had told him he'd left. He couldn't wait until her time came, and it would be soon. The phone rang several times before he finally got an answer.
"...Hello?" Trowa could here metal creaking, something banging against... a wall he guesses, and a woman in the back ground. Since he'd just talked to Relena he figured it wasn't her. Oh well, it wasn't any of his buisness what Heero did behind her back. "It's Trowa," he said washing off a bloody knife in his kitchen sink. He set it aside, washing the blood off his gloves.
"Yeah... I've been looking for you." Trowa frowned, the girl in the back ground was getting louder, it was annoying. "Well I'm here, what did you want?" he asked, walking out of the bathroom. "Ya here about Daniel?"
Trowa sat down in his favorite chair. "Nope." Heero was quiet for a moment.
"He's dead." Trowa smiled, trying to hold back his laughter. "Dead?" Of course he was dead, he cut out his heart with a butter knife. "Your kidding right Heero." Heero was silent for a few moments.
"Look, I'll call you back... I'm busy." He hung up the phone, Trowa laughed. This was all too perfect. Wufei suspected Heero, not him. No one would ever suspect him. But Wufei was asking to many questions, he would have to do something about that, and soon.
He got up out of his chair, it was time to pay a little visit to Fred.
* * *
Wufei and Sally pulled up infront of a small, grey house. Wufei had done alot of sucking up at the last crime scene, scoring himself a ride over to the next crime scene. They climbed out of the car, looking around slowly. Sally nearly lost it at what she saw. A head dangling from the branch of a tree....
" I don't think anyone is home Wufei," she said softly. Wufei turned looking at her. "Damnit woman, I can see that!" She turned, placing a hand on her hip, tossing her hair over her shoulder with the other hand. She walked off to the car, climbing inside, starting it up. She slammed the door shut.
Wufei ran up to the car. Sally rolled down her window. "Until you change your attitude," she started slowly, "Then you can walk." She drove off, leaving Wufei standing there in her dust. "Damn woman," he muttered, starting off down the road.
A motorcycle slowed nearly to a stop beside him. The rider was wearing a helmet, so Wufei couldn't tell who it was. He stepped off the road looking the person over. "Are you going to just stand there staring me down all day, or are you going to get on?" It was Trowa he realized, hopping on behind him. Trowa sped off down the road, toward his apartment.
He hopped off the bike, taking off his helmet. "What brings you here Wufei?" Wufei looked around, hands in his pockets. "A murder." Trowa nodded. He was calm and emotionless as usual. Wufei hated that, he could never tell how the pilot was feeling, what he was thinking. He looked down the side of Trowa's bike. One side of it was all scraped up.
"What happened here?" Trowa was unlocking his door and replied calmly, "An accident." He stepped inside, Wufei following behind him.
* * *
Heero closed the door to their bedroom quietly behind him, looking at Relena, who was sitting on their bed. "So, you didn't answer the door?" he asked, walking toward her slowly. Relena shook her head. Heero frowned, "Now it really seems suspicious." He sat down on the bed beside her, laying back, his hands beneath his head. "Damn, Wufei is going to be watching every single move I make."
Relena looked down, "I'm sorry Heero," she mummered. He got up, walking toward the door. She stood slowly. "Where are you going Heero?" She followed him to the front door. "I'm going for a walk," he said coldly, slamming the door behind him. She stood there, staring at the door, tears whelding up in her eyes. "All right." she whispered, though she knew he wouldn't hear her.
* * *
Trowa dialed Heero's cellphone number. He had called at his house, Relena had told him he'd left. He couldn't wait until her time came, and it would be soon. The phone rang several times before he finally got an answer.
"...Hello?" Trowa could here metal creaking, something banging against... a wall he guesses, and a woman in the back ground. Since he'd just talked to Relena he figured it wasn't her. Oh well, it wasn't any of his buisness what Heero did behind her back. "It's Trowa," he said washing off a bloody knife in his kitchen sink. He set it aside, washing the blood off his gloves.
"Yeah... I've been looking for you." Trowa frowned, the girl in the back ground was getting louder, it was annoying. "Well I'm here, what did you want?" he asked, walking out of the bathroom. "Ya here about Daniel?"
Trowa sat down in his favorite chair. "Nope." Heero was quiet for a moment.
"He's dead." Trowa smiled, trying to hold back his laughter. "Dead?" Of course he was dead, he cut out his heart with a butter knife. "Your kidding right Heero." Heero was silent for a few moments.
"Look, I'll call you back... I'm busy." He hung up the phone, Trowa laughed. This was all too perfect. Wufei suspected Heero, not him. No one would ever suspect him. But Wufei was asking to many questions, he would have to do something about that, and soon.
He got up out of his chair, it was time to pay a little visit to Fred.
* * *
Wufei and Sally pulled up infront of a small, grey house. Wufei had done alot of sucking up at the last crime scene, scoring himself a ride over to the next crime scene. They climbed out of the car, looking around slowly. Sally nearly lost it at what she saw. A head dangling from the branch of a tree....