Disclaimers: Nothin is mine. Well, I wrote it, but the ideas aren't mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTE!!! READ THIS BEFORE GOING ON!!: All the narratives are from Duo's POV. So don't go confusing yourself. Duo is telling a story.
The Usual Suspects: Chapter Three6 Weeks Ago
Sanq Kingdom Capitol City
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We were all brought in on trumped up charges. They had nothing on us, but the Feds needed to finger the blame on someone, and so the local Police used us as scapegoats. If only they knew the caliber of the five of us… They began with the line up. It didn't make sense that I'd be there. I was a small time thief, always have been. These guys were hardcore. I mean, they were criminals, real big shots. Nothing like me.
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"Okay, start from the right. Number 01, step forward and read what's printed on the card, then pass it to the next guy." Came the sound of the Officers behind the one-way mirror.
A handsome young man with unruly brown hair stepped forward. Posture declaring confidence, cobalt blue eyes icily eying the mirror he knew the police hid behind, he looked down at the card. With no emotion at all he looked up and said, "Hand over the shit, you fucking cock sucker." He stepped back.
"Alright, thank you 01. 02, you're next."
A boy of the same height and similar build with a long chestnut braid flowing down his back cheerfully hopped forward. "Hand over the shit!" He declared, "You fuckin cock sucka, you! Ya hear me?!" and with a wide grin, he hopped right on back.
"This isn't funny, 02. Stick to the card. 03, you're next."
The tallest of the group, stepped forward on cue; almost as if he had been doing it his whole life. "Hand over the shit." He paused, and almost chuckled, "you fucking cock sucker."
"Okay, 04, you're next"
A small blonde took the card and blushed. He cleared his throat. "Handovertheshityoufuckingcocksucker." He softly murmured, blushing bright red. And stepping back into the line ready to hand the card to the last man.
"04, repeat that, and do it clearly and loudly, please."
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he looked down at the floor and said more audibly, "Hand over the shit you fucking cock sucker." He immediately shoved the card at the last man.
"That was better. 05, you're turn."
A Chinese man with slicked back hair in a ponytail took the card, stepped forward and read, "Hand over the shit, you FUCKING cock sucker."
The voice from the hidden room spoke again, "Thank you everyone, exit at your left, please." 02 bounced ahead of everyone, running into them. "In single file!" The voice shouted, exasperated.
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Then they tried to break us one at a time. They wanted to see if we would confess. Hn. As if there was anything for us to confess to. The cops began with Barton, that tall guy from the line up, 03. They knew that he and the blonde, Quatre, worked together. They tried to use it against him.
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"You've got nothing on me." Trowa flatly stated.
The Chief of Police, Relena Peacecraft, circled him as he sat in his seat in the interrogation room. "Don't fuck with us, Barton. We know you could have hijacked that train without a problem!" Trowa looked dead at Relena, who was losing her temper at Trowa's coolness.
"If I hijacked it, then according to you, we wouldn't be here. After all, I'd have no problem." Trowa crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Relena slammed her fist down on the desk. "Where were you on the night of the hijacking, again, you little shit?"
Trowa tilted his head to one side. "I was at the circus, visiting friends."
Relena turned red and screamed in her nasal voice, "That's not what your buddy Barton told us!"
A flustered Quatre sat in the center of a circle of large policemen and a furious and annoying girl. "Oh really, Miss Relena?" he said politely. "And what did he tell you, may I ask?"
Relena lunged forward, resolved to pin the crime on one of the men summoned to her station. "Another story all together." She affirmed.
"Oh." Quatre smiled shyly, and Relena thought he was caught. "Was that the one about the hooker with dysentery?"
"AHH! NO!" Relena yelled absolutely losing herself. "You bastard! How dare you insult me! I do NOT have a nasal voice!"
Duo cupped his hands over his ears. "I'm sorry, Miss Relena, but I think only a dog could understand you at that pitch. Ouch. My god! What horrible people birthed a girl with a voice like yours? I swear, they should be in prison, NOT me!"
"I'm gonna kill you, you fuckin bastard! Who do you think you are?!" Relena shouted, losing her nasal voice as it cracked on the last word. Wu-Fei, 05 just stared at her. She lost herself, yet again. Swallowing hard, she managed to spit out, "We can place you in Center City on the night of the crime."
"Hn." Wu-Fei looked at her, eyeing her like a predator eyes his prey before swiftly killing it. "I live in Center City. Did you figure that out yourself, or do you have a team of monkeys working in the back?" He nearly broke out laughing at the site of Relena's face. He usually never said too much, but he couldn't miss this opportunity. For once, he was glad he had showed his humor.
"You!" Relena shouted relentlessly, "I know you did this, am I right? The great Heero Yuy… I know you'd love to get your hands on those weapons. Once a criminal, always a criminal."
"I told you, Relena," Heero said emotionlessly, "I'm not in that business anymore."
She slapped him across the face, then leaned in towards him, gingerly fingering the red hand imprint that was forming on Heero's cheek. "Heero," she whispered, "I know you. You know me. Okay? You'll never change." Her sweet tone broke, "That's why you refused me, after all. Because you knew you couldn't change so we could be together."
Heero gave her his best death glare, "I've never even liked you, Relena. You are the worst person I've ever met." Relena's eyes shot open wide, and she signaled the policemen in the room to "take care" of Heero for her.
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