Canta Per Me

Canta Per Me

Episode Two: Trouble in Paradise

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Noir.  They belong to some very creative people in Japan.  Noir is owned by AVD Films here, and probably won't be released in the States for a while.  Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai in the U.S. 

Author's Note: I love the new anime Noir because it's one of the most intelligent works I've seen in a while, and it's just so complex.  I just attended the convention in Long Beach on Saturday, July 7th.  It was a lot of fun and very expensive.  I've decided to scrap Through the Shadows because it wasn't working out as quickly as I liked.  I had some ideas, but not enough to continue it.  Maybe, someday, but my roommate and I agree this is a better fic anyway.  Noir is made out of noir film style for the thirties.  The charters are usually male and police officers or private detective.  The style is very subtle and serious.  It is a style that shocks the audience with its starkness and the way it leaves you with a disturbing feeling at the end.  I'll try my best.  The chapters aren't going to be too long.  I hope.  For anyone who sees Noir, Relena is a lot like the one of the main characters, and that's why I wrote this fic. 

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"NOIR.

The word designates the name of destiny from a distant time.

The two Virgo reign over death.

May the Black hands over the green field…

Please protect the newly born peace."

- opening from the anime, Noir.

St. Tropes, the Caribbean

            The ocean breeze touched Relena's skin as she stretched out her arms and welcomed the sunshine on her pale skin.  It had been a while since she had traveled out of Europe, and it was refreshing change of scenery to see the ocean at the doorstep.  She and Meia were out on the porch early in the afternoon, while Relena was feeling the air around her, Meia was sitting in a beach with her elbows on a picnic table eating an ice cone.  When Relena was done feeling her surroundings, she went back into the cottage that they were staying in, and emerged with her laptop returning to the picnic table. 

            "Our target in St. Tropes, is a banker who's name is Michael Perkins," said Relena as she read her research on the screen.  She never did a job without doing through research first; in her line of work, it wasn't wise to do anything halfway.

            "Why?" asked Meia.  She really didn't care; she would do the job like she always does.  After three weeks of working with her, Relena knew that Meia wouldn't let anything get in her way when they had a target.  'Her skill is excellent, but lacks charm,' thought Relena, "Maybe it's because she doesn't know who she is, and that would contribute to her lack of personality." 

            "He is embezzling money from his own company and is doing underground trading.  He's selling weapons to terrorists groups in South America," answered Relena.

            "Oh," was all Meia said as she returned her attention to finishing off her ice cream cone.  Relena thought about how much Meia reminded her of Heero Yuy.  They were both cold people without any real pasts to back up their personalities.  However, Relena was starting to like Meia better than Heero.  He had changed a lot in the past four year since the peace was established.  She didn't have answer to him or anyone else for that matter as to what she was doing.  As always, Relena never did things without reason. 

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London, England

            "There is much to discuss.  How was your last mission?" asked Lady Une, the head of the Preventers as she talked on the video phone to someone in deep outer space.

            "There's really not much to say.  The mission was a success.  I've been thinking of returning to Earth," said the other voice on the other end of the line in a deep tone.

            "I see.  I suppose you would.  She's fine.  At least, we think she's fine.  She never talks to anyone anymore, but I heard that she makes regular trips to the cemetery," said Lady Une, and there came a knock on the done.  Lady Une looked up, and said, "I have to go.  Contact me again."  She turned off the connection. "Enter," she commanded.

            "I'm here for another assignment," announced Heero quietly.

            "Very well," said Lady Une as she went to go the file cabinet to pull out a file for him, and she gestured for him to sit down in the chair in front of her desk.  Heero took a seat, and Lady Une came back with a file.  She handed him the file.

            "What is the mission exactly?" asked Heero.

            "You must arrest Michael Perkins.  He's a banker, but he says weapons to the terrorists groups in South America.  He is currently in St. Tropes on a working vacation.  You must find all the information you need, and then arrest him before he has a chance to leave St. Tropes," Lady Une informed him.

            "Mission accepted," agreed Heero as he stood up and left the office.  He went back to his office and to see what he could uncover about Michael Perkins before he went to St. Tropez to arrest him.

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St. Tropes, The Caribbean

            "Daddy!" cried a young fourteen year old girl as she ran up to greet a broad shoulder man with thinning gray hair and steel blue eyes.  She was so happy to see her father that she didn't notice the look of intense angry on his face and in his eyes.  SMACK!  He backhanded her with his right hand, and the girl stepped back from him with a hurt look on her face.

            "What are you doing here?" he demanded in an angry voice.  She looked at him with tears brimming her eyes.

            "You don't want me either, do you?  Mom didn't want me with her in New York," said the girl as she blinked back her tears.  They were having a private family conversation in a very public airport gate.  Nearby, Relena and Meia were watching everything that had happened without any expression on their faces.  The man who had just hit his daughter with his right hand was Michael Perkins; he was the target.  They watched as he picked up her carry on luggage and walked away without her.  The girl followed her father to a car, and they took off. 

            "Let's go back to the cottage," said Relena.

            "Yes," said Meia.  They got into a little army green colored jeep and went back to the cottage to prepare to take out their target. Meanwhile, the girl was in the car with her father who angry at her for coming without asking permission.  She had left New York City after a fight with her mother and took the first flight to St. Tropes to be with her father.  She was quiet for the entire ride over to the house that he was renting in St. Tropes. 

            "You are going back on the first flight to New York tomorrow, Kathy," said her father without saying anymore.  Kathy tried to hide her disappointment; she loved her father no matter how badly he treated her.  Her parents were divorced for almost seven years when she was just ten years old.  She went into the guest room rubbing the cheek that her father had smacked earlier at the airport.  Neither one of her parents were a joy to be around.  They hated each other and treated Kathy badly because they didn't get direct contact with each other, so they took out all their aggressions on their daughter.  Kathy only had the carry on luggage because she had left in such a hurry that she didn't pack anything else.  She rummaged in her bag to find something to sleep in, she put it on, and promptly went to sleep.  She went to sleep after she stared up at the ceiling for ten minutes.

            "It says here that Perkins is divorce from his wife, Joyce.  They have a daughter, and her name is Kathryn.  Kathy for short," read Relena from her laptop screen.  The night air was cool, but nice on their skin as they sat outside on the picnic table.  They were eating dinner while Relena went over more information about the target.  The point of being a good assassin was having the ability to learn about one's target without knowing the humanity of the target.  Relena proved to be even more professional than anyone had ever anticipated.  No one would have ever guessed that Relena would be one of the best assassins in the world.  Actually, both Relena and Meia had the deceiving look of innocence.  "We'll have to wait until he gets his daughter back to New York," said Relena after much silence.

            "Yes," said Meia as she started on her pineapple dessert.

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London, England

            Heero was working on his laptop to find out information about Michael Perkins.  He found out about Perkins' family situation and didn't care much about it.  He only cared about the information that he needed to arrest Perkins.  There was a knock at the door, and Heero looked up as the door swing open quietly.

            "Hey, Heero, what's up man?" asked Duo.

            "Nothing," answered Heero.

            "New mission?" asked Duo with one of his eyebrows lifted.

            "…"

            "Actually, I wanted to tell you that Hilde and I are having a party at a café next week.  We're celebrating our new business venture.  I'm going to be a father," said Duo rather shyly because it took him a while to come up with a good and funny way to break the news to his friends.

            "That's great news," said Heero without a trace of sarcasm in his voice as he looked up at a very happy Duo.

            "I suppose this means that we really should get married now.  That's what Hilde is saying.  She's insisting on it.  I don't know if I should.  Why fix what ain't broke?" Duo went on with a smile.

            "Is there anything else?  I have work to do, and I'm on a time table," said Heero.

            "Oh, yeah.  Do you think that you could get a hold of Relena?  Hilde wants to invite her to the party, but when I called her flat, she wasn't there," said Duo.

            "She wasn't there?" asked Heero without letting any of his concern show.

            "Yes.  I just thought that you should know.  Are you going to make it to the party?" asked Duo with a hopeful grin on his face.

            "Sure.  I'll be there," said Heero.  Satisfied with Heero's answer, Duo left his office without saying anymore than: "See you later." 

            Heero continued working, but the news of Relena not being at her apartment was starting to get to him.  There was a time when he had to know where she was at all times because it was his job.  He worked until he had gathered enough information after hacking into Perkins' Swiss bank accounts and reading security reports from the FBI's database.  Heero decided to go to Relena's apartment to see if she was there. 

            He went to her flat in a peaceful neighborhood in Paris, and walked up the semi-hilly streets until he came to her flat.  It was foggy, and it was hard for him to see because it was also dark.  Heero knew that it was early in the morning, but he had to cheek on Relena.   He knocked on her door, but there was still no answer.  Heero took out a lock pick kit, and he picked the lock to open her apartment.  He was surprise to see that the apartment was empty, and he looked around for where she had gone, but there was nothing.  He frowned slightly as he put everything back together and locked her apartment.  He would have to ask her when she came back from wherever she had gone.

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St. Tropes, the Carribean

            Kathy woke up in the well shaded guest room.  Had her father forgotten what day it was she thought?  She closed her eyes and went back to sleep for a while longer.  Meanwhile, Michael Perkins was in his office looking at a picture of his ex-wife and daughter.  Despite, what people thought about him, he loved both his wife and daughter very much, but his work didn't allow him to show it.  He touched the faces on the photographs.  He suddenly realized what day it was and called his wife.  After that he went to the guest room and opened the door slightly.  Kathy opened her eyes slightly and then wider as she turned her head to see her father's face with the sunlight to his back.  "Happy Birthday, Kathy," he said a very soft voice as he put something on the table.  "We'll be together for a week," he added as he shut the door to go to sleep.  Kathy was so happy that she woke up and jump up from bed to go follow her father.  "Really, Daddy?" she asked with a bright smile on her face.  Michael Perkins nodded. 

            Relena and Meia woke up early that morning as well.  They were going to continue the surveillance on Michael Perkins before they had time to act, so they decided to go to where he would be: the beach.  Meia was as stoic and quiet as ever as Relena drove them to the beach.  They found the same car that Michael Perkins was driving earlier, and they saw that his daughter was still with him.  "We'll have to wait some more," said Relena with a sigh as she sat down in the shade. 

            "I'm thirsty," said Meia quietly.

            "Then go and get something to drink.  Get me one, too please," said Relena as she give her some money.  Meia left to go get the drinks at a nearby stand.  Relena was on her laptop doing more work and found something that she didn't like.  Apparently, the Preventers had sent one of their agents to arrest Michael Perkins, and that agent was Heero Yuy.  Relena frowned.  They would have to push their time table up, so that they could take out the target and get out before Heero Yuy had time to arrive. 

            Meia was walking along the shore line back from the drink stand with two drinks when someone had ran into her.  She looked at the person who had ran into her without any chance in expression.  "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry," said the girl.  It was Kathy Perkins. 

            "Hello, that's alright," said Meia.

            "Oh, where are my manners?  My mother would kill me if she knew that I was being so rude. My name is Kathy Perkins," Kathy introduced herself. 

            "Meia Krane," said Meia quietly.

            "Are you on vacation, too?" asked Kathy.

            "Yes," answered Meia without hesitating.

            "Oh…do you want to talk for a while?" asked Kathy.  The two girls went off for a little bit, and Relena had forgotten about her drink because she was more concerned with Heero's impeding arrival.  When Meia came back, she gave Relena her drink.  "I'm sorry that the ice melted," she apologized.

            "That's alright.  We have to do it earlier than we thought," said Relena as she took a sip.

            "Why?" asked Meia.

            "Because someone from the Preventers Office will be arriving.  Possible as soon as tomorrow to arrest Mr. Perkins.  We can't have that.  We have to honor the contract," said Relena.

            "I see.  We should take him out soon then," agreed Meia.

            "The agent could be arriving as soon as tomorrow.  We'll commence operations tonight as soon as I come up with something to get his daughter out of here," said Relena.

            "Yes," said Meia. 

            Later on that night, Mr. Perkins received an e-mail from his ex-wife.  It was strange because she was demanding that Kathy come home right away.  Perkins frowned because despite their differences his wife would never make a sudden demand like that.  Anyway, he decided not to get into another fight with his ex-wife, so he would have to tell his daughter that the vacation with him was cut short.  "Kathy, I'm sorry, but your mother wants you to come home to New York," said Mr. Perkins.

            "Okay.  I guess if she wants me," said Kathy, "but can I come back soon?"

            "Of course," said her father with a smile. 

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            The next day, Mr. Perkins drove his daughter to the airport to drop her off.  This time he had security with him, so that both of them would be more protected.  "Flight 18 departure for Miami, Florida has been delay," broadcasted over the system.  Kathy and her father were waiting for Flight 25 to New York City. 

            "I'm going to go and buy something to drink.  I need a bottle of water," said Kathy as she reached for her wallet.

            "No, here's some money," said her father, and he gave her some.

            "Thanks, Daddy," said Kathy as she stood up to go to the little gift shop to get some water.  She browsed the magazines and was surprised at the cost of the water bottles.  'I'll get one for Daddy, too,' she thought and picked up two bottles.  She paid for them and left the gift shop. Just about that time, Relena and Meia had just arrived at the airport. 

            "Hello," said Kathy as she walked up to Meia to greet her.

            "Hello," said Meia back to her.

            "Is this your friend?" asked Kathy as she saw Relena.

            "My name is Lena Marquise," said Relena as she held out her hand to shake hands with Kathy. 

            "Flight 25 for New York City," was broadcast before they could say anything more to each.

            "I've go to go.  I'm going home early.  It was nice to meet you again, Meia," said Kathy as she ran off.

            They watched as Mr. Perkins hugged his daughter and kissed her goodbye.  They waited until Kathy's flight was finally in the air before they went into action.  Mr. Perkins took out his cell phone, "What do you mean the Preventers are coming?" he asked when he talked to someone on the phone. 

            "We have to go to the warehouse, Sir, and get rid of all the evidence," said one of his men.

            "Let's go," ordered Mr. Perkins and his men followed him.  Relena and Meia moved also and kept going until they reached the warehouse.  Relena gestured for Meia to take the back entrance, and she would take the front.  Relena moved slowly and before any of the lookouts saw her, she took them out without any trouble.  The men closer to the entrance scrambled when they heard the shots, and Mr. Perkins took off for his more secured office inside the warehouse.  Relena simply shot the men before they could do anything about it, and she shot the security cameras, so that Perkins couldn't see what was going on from his office.  Meanwhile, Meia was traveling through the back of the warehouse, and she took out three men without a moment's hesitation.  Suddenly a man, who was wearing sunglasses, grabbed her from behind with thin piece of wire that went around her throat.  Meia dropped her gun in surprise as she struggled to get loose from his grip.  She moved her hands up towards his head to find some pressure point to make him stop. Instead, she grabbed his sunglasses, but it didn't phase him.  They were standing close enough to a wall, so Meia smashed the sunglasses against it.  The end broke of the sunglasses, and there was a sharp edge to it.  Meia quickly jabbed it into his skull using all the strength that she had.  He dropped her as soon as she killed him.  Meia picked up her gun and started for the office.

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            Heero Yuy's plane had arrived in St. Tropes, and he was ready to go look for Michael Perkins.  He knew about the warehouse and came up with a plan to get in and out without hurting anyone, so that he could arrest Mr. Perkins.  Little did he know, that he would be too late to even arrest Mr. Perkins…

            Relena was racing towards Mr. Perkins office as she shot his men left and right to get there.   No one in the warehouse had a chance against Noir.  Finally, she kicked the door open to find Mr. Perkins holding a gun while sitting in his chair.  He had a smirk on his face.  "You're not the Preventers are you?" he asked.  Relena didn't give him an answer; she simply shot him.  Meia showed up just in time to see her do it.  She lowered her gun.

            "We're done here.  Let's go," said Relena.

            "Yes," said Meia as she followed Relena out of the warehouse.  It was sunset, and the ocean breeze had the scent of tropical blossoms in it. 

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            Heero came to the warehouse to find that the lookouts were dead at the entrance.  This alarmed him, but he didn't betray it on his face.  He walked inside and drew his gun out in case he needed it.  He saw the bodies on the floor.  All the men he walked over were dead.  Finally, he came to Mr. Perkins's office, and found his body slumped over on his desk with a gun in his hand.  Mr. Perkins' left hand was over a photograph of his daughter.  Heero remained stoic as he turned away from the scene and walked out of the warehouse.  Heero called the local authorities to handle the scene at the warehouse.  He called to report to Lady Une what had happened, and she was surprised.  He wrote up his report.  When he was done, he said, "Mission completed.  What the Hell happened over there?"  He had a very disturbing thought that there was something wrong about all this.

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Paris, France

            Relena closed the contract on Michael Perkins, while Meia busied herself watering the plants.  They had caught a flight out of St. Tropes just before Heero's flight had arrived.  Relena had planned it that way; they had missed each other at the warehouse by half an hour.  She checked to see what Heero had filed at the Preventers.  He reported what he had seen at the warehouse:

            "Arrived at 15:00 to arrest suspect.  The location was where he was selling weapons out of.  Suspect was killed by a single gunshot wound to the head with a .35 caliber pistol.  The same bullets used on all of the other suspects at the location.  The new suspects are unknown," he had written. 

            Satisfied, Relena shut down her laptop, and decided to start dinner.  Meia helped her by peeling the potatoes.  Relena warmed the bread up, and Meia set the table.  When they sat down at the table, Relena said, "To our daily bread,' as she picked up a slice of her bread, and Meia did the same.  They tapped their slices together and ate dinner in silence. 

Next Episode, Episode Three: Lily of the Valley….