Stop The World
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Title: Stop The World Part 19...
Rated: PG-14
Warnings: A.U., mystery!, shounen ai 1x2 of course with background 3x4 and Rx13, slight suggestion of 5xS. Cursing, tons of P.O.V. switching, drama, and sap. Small, small amount of future angst.



PART 19

The expression on Detective Chang's face was closed... until they reached the parking lot. By then his dark eyes were glittering, and by the time he turned right, out of the lot and onto the dark, empty street, his face had turned noticeably paler, almost the tint of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Trowa marked Wufei's transition absently, and checked the clip in his gun. Full. With a short, fed up snort, his partner spoke.

"I don't understand this," Wufei explained in a tight, anxious tone. "Not even half of it, and I like it even less. Two suspects-- neither of which we have any hard evidence on. Besides those damned feathers. Who the hell walks a case based on feathers?!" He emphasized his exasperation with a fist to the steering wheel, then glanced over at Trowa quickly. "If you get a shot, take it."

A shot at what, Trowa didn't bother to ask. No arguments, because he felt exactly the same way about this case. Too mysterious, too much unexplained... Trowa arched his arm to inspect the aim of his pistol, sighting the dashboard experimentally. I hope Quatre's alright. He flicked the safety off.







Can't stop smiling. I mean, I always smile, but damn! Can't stop...

Of course he had a very good reason not to stop. He'd kissed Heero. A nice, un-sloppy smacker, right on those pale lips and just like he'd imagined they were cool and tasted a little like candy... Duo tightened his grip on Heero's hand, and swung into Horizons with his natural stealth-- he tripped over one of the display tables.

Duo scowled at the table in the dark, and pulled Heero forward before anymore pieces of furniture could jump out in front of him. He managed to find the stairs with out incident, and ascended on tiptoes. A dim light was shining from the hall, illuminating the stairs.

"Quatre?" Duo hissed nervously. "It's just me, and Heero--" He stopped short as he reached the landing, and noticed one of the doors in the hall open. It hadn't been opened since-- and there was a light on--

Quatre avoids her room, why would he be in there-- "Something's wrong," he decided aloud. Heero had paused close behind him, staring at the light spilling out onto the wall and floor.

"Quatre?" Duo tried again, inching forward. Each step was adding to the apprehension that light had caused... Answer me buddy... I'd better not find you on the floor with three bullet holes... The thought of that... to Quatre... his stomach clenched warningly.

He rushed the last few steps, and burst into Iria's room with his jaw steeled. Heero followed immediately, and heard Duo's faint gasp as well as the sound of the angel's wings shifting .






Zechs smiled wickedly, and raised his gun to accommodate two more persons.

"There you are," he whispered, widening his eyes as he got a better look at Heero. The fallen angel looked almost-- at peace. Can't have that, now can we...







Unknown to Zechs or his captives, another angel entered the room. She rested against the ceiling, and watched as Zechs leveled his gun at each human's heart, then head.

"You were the perfect one to take the fall, 'Heero'. Forgive my wording." Zechs didn't bother to grin. He held Heero in his sights, and held his shooting arm completely still. "Fallen, and waiting."

"A-aam I seeing a guy with wings and a gun, or am I just drunk again?" Duo blurted suddenly, his voice wavering uncharacteristically. No one answered. Zechs moved toward Heero, and continued dreamily.

"She could have been an angel, a real angel on earth she was so pure..." Zechs paused to breath in loudly through his nose, and lick his pale angel lips. "Flowers, and blood..."

Quatre swallowed a pained gasp, and shuddered as this *angel* continued his morbid anecdote. Blood? And.. flowers? The gun, the feathers-- Iria had gardenia scented perfume--

"Why?" He managed to croak. His stomach was churning fitfully, trying to ignore the flashing memory of Iria in a pool of blood-- hair stained red-- eyes open--

Zechs hardly glanced at Quatre before he returned to glaring at Heero.

"Drop the gun now!!!"

The barrel of Zechs' gun snapped expertly toward the sound. Two new figures stepped through the doorway, guns trained on the sole threat and impossibility-- the angel. Detective Chang moved beside Duo, while Detective Barton eased next to Quatre. Neither removed their gaze from the angel.

Zechs glared darkly at either intruder. "Meddlesome humans. First you were too slow to kill *him*, and now you move in when you're not wanted."

"Drop the gun," Wufei repeated firmly. "You're under arrest for the murder of Iria winner. Drop the gun!!"

Zechs didn't bother to comply. His mouth quirked up on one side, and he continued where he'd left off.

"Because she was too pure. The earth doesn't deserve an angel, and the heavens were cursed with *you*," Zechs gestured toward Heero with his gun, while Wufei and Trowa tensed and zeroed in on their target.

Heero was as pale as usual, and that stunned expression he's worn since his arrival had returned, replacing peace, hope... His hand was still clasped tightly in Duo's. Quatre covered his mouth as his shoulders heaved along with his stomach.

"You're crazy," he panted, watching Zechs furiously. His next breath was interrupted, and pounded from his chest. The sound of a firing gun registered only after the bullet ripped through his shoulder. He fell, and heard the rapid succession of three, four five more shots...

"Did you kill Iria Winner?" Wufei snapped suddenly. Trowa's bullets had passed right through! All five were embedded in the wall behind the-- the *angel*-- "Trowa."

His words were no sooner expelled than obeyed. Trowa, from his place on the floor beside Quatre, pulled the voice recorder from his pocket, and set it on the floor. Evidence.

The angel laughed terribly. "I killed the purest being on all of Earth. I said her name as she died-- 'Iria'... and I sprinkled her body with that beautiful scent she wore." Zechs once again adjusted his aim to center on Heero's forehead. "Go ahead and try to judge me, humans. True angels are too perfect to fall under your jurisdiction. And they're immortal--"

He pulled the trigger. "Except for the fallen."



NOTE: This will probably be revised; dunno what happened to me when I was writing it. It's so... bland, and messy... I apologize.