*sigh* Everyone had their turn at ¡®someone stalk GW pilots and
tries to kill them¡¯. Now here¡¯s
mine. It¡¯s a little confusing(like
all of my fics) and I¡¯m really not sure if this is any good, since it¡¯s
practically considored a clich¨¦ fic.
It was inspired by a Japanese movie I watched. Subtitled. In
Chinese. I understood it a whole
lot.
Warnings: 1x2/2x1, delusional bitch
Relena, um¡ I¡¯ll tell you more if I get more up, I guess
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights
to the movie, or Gundam Wing. That
is unless you¡¯re talking about the model in my room and the VCD in by disc
drawer.
Summary: Relena hates Duo. She hates him so much she¡¯s willing to
mess with someone else¡¯s dark powers to kill him. But she makes a mistake and now the Gundam Pilots have a
week before they die. Or something
worse.
Don¡¯t Wake the Reaper: Prelude
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Relena Peacecraft drummed the
tabletop with her fingers. It was
sleek and slippery; it had just been polished. It was made out of wood, but had been glazed until it
reflected. She looked at herself
on the surface. The Queen of the
World was terrified to be in such a place, but her reflection didn¡¯t show it. In fact, she looked cool, calm, and
completely in control.
She wished she felt the same.
Relena was sitting in a metal
fold-out chair, something she had never used in her life before this. She was in a small room. It was dimly lit by a single 60 watt
lightbulb, which flickered in and out.
The wallpaper was peeling, revealing dark cracks in the wall. Once she saw movement and shuddered at
the thought of what it might be.
The table stood out in its glory.
The man sitting across from her
reminded her of Duo. Kind of. It was everything she hated about the
boy- the self-assured smirk, the long hair, and the seemingly innocent
eyes. Oh, yeah, the annoying
attitude, which said, to her at least, ¡°I-own-the-world-so-you¡¯d-better-not
get-in-my-way¡±.
God, she hated Duo.
She hated him so much. Heero was hers, he loved her and she
knew it. Boys just *didn¡¯t* like
other boys.
But that conniving _bitch_ Duo had
captured Heero with his lies. And
now she wanted him *gone*, dead, or begging her for mercy.
Relena¡¯s lips curled into a smile
at the very thought.
¡°You are *sure* this will kill
him?¡± she asked, trying to keep her tone as cold and clipped as possible.
The man smiled wickidly, revealing
teeth that weren¡¯t half there. ¡°It
will kill *anyone*. Do you have
the money?¡±
Relena nodded, pulling out a
Platinum credit card. ¡°All in
here.¡±
The man took the card and ran it
through some sort of machine. This
was the part she was most nervous about.
She knew he could take the credit card and run. If he did that¡ well, she¡¯d have to see
if her shooting lessons did any good.
The gun was for self-defense. She knew how these ¡people dealed, and
it was not usually pretty.
The device beeped, revealing the
agreed total- 2,341,000. Money was
no object for her. She would have
gladly paid triple the price as long as it meant Duo¡¯s certain demise.
And assassins were way too messy
and unreliable.
¡°Now how does a little girl like
you have so much money lying around?¡± the man asked smirking and pushing the
package over to her side.
¡°Although I¡¯m not complaining.¡±
Relena placed her manicured hand over
the package and pulled it closer.
She smiled in what she hoped to be a mysterious way. ¡°I have many resources.¡±
¡°Oh.¡±
She took a deep breath, picked up
the light bag, and walked away.
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Now, back in her office, Relena
traced the rectangular shape with the tips of her nails. She had painted them black for the
¡®tough girl¡¯ effect. Ugh.
The problem was, she thought as she
pulled off her earrings(six clip-on silver hoops, each larger, than anything
she had ever worn before), how to get Duo to see it without Heero seeing it as
well. She knew that they were
currently sharing an apartment- and at that thought, she growled because it was
a _single_ bedroom apartment ¨Cbut never mind that. After all, she was sure Duo had forced him.
Pulling over a padded chair, she
plopped in front of her computer.
She hit a few keys and while waiting for the program to load, slipped
off her mini leather jacket.
There we go! she thought as the
picture focused. It was someone¡¯s
bedroom. Clothes were strewn all
around on one half, while the other was so clean and neat you could have
spotted a dust particle a mile away.
¡°Hee-chan!!!¡±
At the sound, Relena cringed. Not because of the word, for she
herself had called him that many, many times. No, it was the person who said it.
The above mentioned came into view
as he bounded into the room and onto the (growl) _single_ king-sized bed.
Duo. Maxwell.
Was. Going. To. Be. Dead.
Then Heero came in, and her heart
tore at how utterly depressed and sad he looked. He slowly walked over to where Duo was waiting with a
malicious grin. Duo suddenly
tackled him and forced Heero to kiss him.
Relena turned off the computer, unable
to look at the unholy things that _bastard_* was making Heero do.
Then she began to laugh, insanity
clearly showing in her crystaline blue eyes. Heero was going to be gone tomorrow, off on some sort of
errand for Quatre. She briefly
paused her laugh to cheer for him for getting away from Duo. It was a very short time, but she would
make do.
Tomorrow Duo would get a
package. And then she would wait.
Relena continued her insane
laughter until she passed out over the keyboard.
But even as she slept, a disturbing
smile flirted around her lips.
TBC?
*You notice Relena uses both bitch
and bastard in this story? What
does that say about Duo¡¯s sex?
Well? Good? Bad? Review please! I have never ever written a fic with so
much Relena in it!!! If you don¡¯t
review, I won¡¯t continue. If I
don¡¯t continue¡ um.. um.. you¡¯ll be sad?
Ah, who am I kidding. No one likes me!!! *sniff,sniff*
Duo: Well why would they like
you? This is a fic to kill ME!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Duo: Please review. She¡¯s giving me a headache.
*brightens*
-Ryo0oki
¡°6x2= a lot of hair.¡±
