The Replacement Assassins
Ch. 10: The Replacement Killers
Treize removed the reading glasses from his face and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Another problem, Mr. Chiba?" Treize sighed, as he prepared himself for another line of excuses from top bodyguard.
"Heero was lucky. It won't last." Mamoru reasoned.
"Don't confuse luck with skill." Treize pointed out. "I served with Heero's father back in the colonies, during the wars." Treize told him. "He was an honorable man, and a great warrior. But he could be cold and ruthless when backed into a corner. The man was patron saint of the impossible. Heero is just like him, but to a higher degree, I can see the look of hate he holds in his eyes when he kills, just like his fathers. Try to imagine a worse case scenario, the ultimate fucking nightmare! And it would come nowhere close this man when he gets pissed off." Treize warned. Mamoru looked at Treize with wide eyes, he knew Heero was good and he knew what he was capable of doing, hell he just witnessed him shoot his way out the car wash, with Usagi no less. But maybe he was giving Heero too much credit.
"Where are Heero's replacements?" Treize quickly asked, changing subjects. Heero father was chapter in his life he wanted to forget about.
"Arriving as we speak." Mamoru said. 'OK Heero, your good. Really good. But lets see how you stand up to 2 men of your caliber!' Mamoru thought to himself with a smirk.
The sun was setting as a plane slowly arrived into the busy terminal of Los Angeles International Airport. When the exit gate opened, may people stormed out of the plane to catch taxis, meet loved ones, or finally coming home from a long trip. Once everyone left the plane, 2 men remained waiting for people to exit. They slowly walked out of the gate and trekked towards the airport lockers.
The man on the right stood at a tall 6'6". He was well built, wore a simple black button-up long sleeve shirt and black pants and black leather gloves. He wore boots of a same color and they ran all the way up his calves. His short, brown hair had a long bang that ran down the side of his face and covered one of his jade colored, impassive, ruthless, eyes.
The second man stood on the left and was well shorter than the green-eyed man at about 6' even. He too has a muscular appearance to him, and appeared to be of Asian decent, as he wore white baggy Chinese style pants and shoes. His long white button up Chinese shirt looked a little big on him and the sleeves almost covered half of his ungloved hands. He wore dark sunglasses that covered his eyes, but he held his chin up in the air in a regal almost arrogant manner.
The duo shortly arrived to the lockers and opened one of them, pulling out 2 black briefcases and a note, and a picture. The taller one picked up note and he along with associate read the note.
Trowa Barton and Wufei Chang
Due to some an unfortunate turn of events, one of my top assassins refused to eliminate a contract. This is no easy target and seeing as how im running out of options I have no choice but to leave the task in your very capable hands. Enclosed you will find a picture and some background information.
Trowa, took the note and shredded it, and looked at the picture and smirked before handing it to Wufei. Wufei merely looked at the picture with disgust and tossed it in the trash before he along with Trowa exited the airport.
Heero Yui was trying with all his might not to look up. Here he was in a hotel room with a very beautiful woman, and here he was kneeling in front of her with her pants off, examining her knee. He was fighting with every ounce of will power in his being not to look between her tightly closed legs.
Usagi wasn't as comfortable with he was either. She didn't particully like the fact that he had a complete stranger kneeling in front of her with only her underwear, and her small red sweater on. But if he could ease the pain of her throbbing right knee then she's was all for it. And then she'll make him pay…
Heero shook his head and focused on the task at hand. He gently massaged her right leg trying to feel it out. Her knee was in bad shape it was badly bruised and swollen, and he could tell her kneecap was not where it supposed to be. He tenderly felt around for her kneecap trying not to cause more pain. Finally he located it, it was off to the left. He slowly bent her knee up and slowly moved the kneecap over some. Usagi hissed in pain as he done so. Once he moved it over to where he was satisfied, he stopped and looked at her.
"It's going to really hurt…" Heero told her.
"Just do it." Usagi breathed, bracing herself for the oncoming pain.
Heero nodded and in one quick motion, he quickly straightened her knee out, and her kneecap popped back into place. Usagi gritted her teeth in extreme pain, but it only lasted for 4 seconds, as immediately the pain ceased and the swelling went down almost immediately. Heero grabbed a near by ice pack and placed it on her recently popped leg, and turned to stand up when he paused as he felt something hard and cold pressed against his temple.
Heero slowly turned his head and looked down the barrel of the gun and into the looked into the anger filled eyes of Usagi.
"I told you we would have this conversation again." Usagi told him in an icy tone. Heero simply glared back at Usagi.
"You son of a bitch! What did you get me into with Treize Khushrenada!?" She commanded. Heero sighed and looked down not answering her question. Usagi then poked Heero on the side of the head with the gun, breaking him from whatever he was thinking about.
"Put your gun down." Heero commanded in a low non-monotone voice.
"Now would you let me walk out that door?" Usagi asked him with a smirk. Heero looked her with an even deadlier glare, she got her answer.
"I didn't think so." She said, getting ready to pull the trigger.
"Do it." Was his only reply, but this time it was in a low venomous tone.
"Do it." He repeated again in the same tone, Usagi glared even harder at him daring him to try something.
And he did. In one quick smooth motion, he grabbed the gun and turned it into her, forcing her wrist to bend in an abnormal way, she quickly released the gun, as Heero snatched the gun from her and push her down onto the bed she was sitting on. Heero then pounced on top of her jammed the gun into her neck, ready to pull the trigger. Heero gritted his teeth and looked down at Usagi with a look of pure hatred. He jammed the gun into her neck hard and it hurt and on top of the absolutely venomous look she was getting from Heero, Usagi thought that he was gonna pull the trigger, she couldn't help but give out a little whimper. Heero heard the whimper she gave and he blinked, the hateful look immediately gone from his face, and it was then he realized what he was doing. He was partially sitting on top of her chest, with a gun jammed into her neck. She was whimpering and her eyes were watery fighting back tears. Heero quickly removed the gun from her neck and rose off her chest. Heero got off the bed and slowly walked over a nearby sofa and plopped himself down on it.
"I'm sorry." He apologized, taking the clip out of the gun; he had to, what he had done was uncalled for. He almost lost it and killed her in a rage. Usagi sat up and looked at him with hatred as tears flowed down her eyes. He had been the first person in years to make her cry; she was actually in fear for her life. In a fit of rage, she leaned over and grabbed a glass ashtray and threw it at Heero. He quickly responded by breaking the flying ashtray with the butt of the handgun.
"I want to know what the hell is going on!!" Usagi demanded. Heero thought about it for a minute. She was just as involved as he was now, and he did need her for the time being, so it seemed like a reasonable question. Heero sighed and decided to tell her what was going on.
"All I ever wanted…was for my family to be safe. I would have done anything to protect them. Anything! It was my father's dying wish." Heero spoke with an emotion that not even she knew he had.
"Treize used my mother and sister to persuade me to do three jobs." Heero revealed. "The first 2 were criminals, killers…it wasn't difficult."
"What happened with the third?" Usagi asked, shocked that Heero wasn't just another criminal trying to skip out of the country.
Heero, looked at her for a moment and then looked back down, closing his eyes remembering how didn't have the heart to take out the target. And he hated himself for it. If it were his father he would of done it, so why couldn't he? "I couldn't do it." Heero breathed, sounding like he almost couldn't bear to say it. Heero loaded the clip back into the gun and set it down on a nearby table, and picked up an old faded picture. It was a picture of middle-aged woman, and a small girl: His mother and sister. He looked at the picture briefly and stuck it back into his pocket.
"If I don't get back to L-5…" Heero paused looking at Usagi who had a small amount of concern on her face.
"My family will be killed."