OK, new characters so more ages. On with the story…
Treize – 58
Mamoru – 32
The Replacement Assassins
Ch. 2: "The blood of my child"
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was the perfect day. But the Khushrenada family was too much in a somber mood to notice. Friends, family and close friends were all gathered in the cemetery dressed in black, morning over the loss of Zechs Khushrenada. At the grave, standing in front of the closed casket were 2 figures. The taller one was a woman dressed in a tasteful all black dress and a hat with a black veil covering her face. But even with the shroud you could make our her navy blue hair and eyes of a matching color, but were currently red and puffy from constant crying.
The other, much smaller figure was little boy that could have been easily as the taller woman's counterpart, dressed in a little black suit was obviously too big for him. His navy blue eyes held a rather confused look as to why he was dressed in an itchy suit holding his mama's hand yet alone crying, and why his daddy wasn't there. A third figure slowly walked up to the duo. He stood next to the little boy and took his hand in his. The child eyes lit up when he realized that it was his grandfather, and Zechs father: Treize Khushrenada.
Treize had a rather regal aura around him that almost demanded respect. He was dressed in black business suit and trench coat following the theme of the funeral. He had blonde slicked back hair, with a few strands of white hair by his temples. His blue eyes were almost the spitting image of his late son, save for the fact that his were a tad bit darker. Though he was in his late 50's he looked amazingly younger, as his face held few wrinkles. Zechs was his only child and his mother died young, he loved him very much and felt very angered yet he didn't show it. He looked back down at his grandchild and couldn't help but smile back at the small boy and he motioned for him and his daughter- in-law to take their leave.
Treize, with grandson in hand and her mother beside him, slowly walked towards the limo parked in the parking lot, with the entire congregation of the funeral following them about 40 feet away. When they got to the parking lot what Treize saw sickened him. Standing there leaning against his car with his arms folded was Detective Quatre Winner: his son's killer.
Quatre had been troubled since he had killed Zechs. He became a police officer to make a change in the city, to "fight the good fight" and clean up the streets. Sure he thought that he would have to get down and dirty but he never thought that Zechs would do something as crazy as he did and force him to kill him. Its funny actually, he's been on the force for 10 years and a narc for 7 and still the thought of taking another person's life bothered him. But he didn't have a choice, right? That makes it OK in some sense, dosent it? But if it was the right thing to do, then why does he feel so terrible?
Treize let go of his grandchild's hand and scowled at Quatre. He along with his head bodyguard Mamoru Chiba, and 5 other goons walked towards Quatre. Quarter remained still and impassive from Treize's well-deserved glares and the menacing appearance of Mamoru.
Mamoru was Treize's head of security Treize's top bodyguard. He has been so for 10 years, and has earned Treize's trust. Like everyone else he was dressed in a black Armani Suit and had short black hair that was combed back. He wore dark sunglasses that housed a pair of dark blue eyes. He is well known for being methodical and through and was a dangerous man indeed. Mamoru decided to open up a nice little conversation with Quatre.
"Could be considered inappropriate for a murder to be at his victim's burial, detective." Mamoru said while pulling off his sunglasses.
"Just here to pay my respects." Quatre replied. Treize then decided to break his silence.
"Respect? For the blood of my child? My orphaned grandson?" Treize questioned.
"Your son made his choice." Quatre reasoned.
"And you made your choice, Detective, the you choose to pursue a vendetta against me…against my family." He sneered.
"Detective, you position offers you far more opportunity for arrogance than safety" Mamoru warned. And with that the Treize and his people walked away, leaving a weary Quatre to wonder just what they had in store for him.