Title: The Other In Me

Authors: Shikono Kamoe and Kyoshi Nanashi

Disclaimers:

Kyoshi: *pulls out a Wily Coyote-type sign*

Sign: Gundam Wing is not owned by us

Kyoshi: *drops sign and runs off quickly* Meep Meep!

Rating: R

Pairings: 1x?, 2x5x2, 3x4x3

Warnings: strong language, a little Wufei bashing, human hunting...

Author's Note:

Kyoshi: Hey, Hey peoples *grin* So how're ya likin' the story so far? *ducks behind a rock* Hey where'd you get vegetables? That's not fair all I've got is Heero.

Heero: *death glares vegetable throwers*

Vegetable Throwers: *eep and run away*

Kyoshi: *peeks over the rock and grins* Thanks Hee-chan *glomps onto Heero*

Heero: Hn. *tries unsuccessfully to pry her off*

Duo: Psst, Kyoshi, the fic...

Kyoshi: Oh, right, sorry. *lets go of Heero and smoothes her clothes* On with the fic!

Shikono: *appears holding a sign that says: Reviews are appreciated*

~~Chapter Three~~

"Mr. Maxwell, where were you at 3 am this morning?"

"Come on, Tro, I thought we were past all that mister stuff. My name is Duo."

"Just answer the question."

"Fine, jeez. What got your spandex in a wad, Heero?

Heero's eyes narrowed, "I said answer the question."

"I'm getting there, chill out...and quit rushing me. I was in bed."

"Do you have anyone who can confirm that?"

"Ummm....."

"Do you?"

"I heard his question, Heero. You don't have to repeat it."

"You shouldn't have to contemplate the answer."

"I wasn't. I was contemplating," Duo sneered," whether death is better than jail or not."

The room was filled with silence a few moments before Duo's overly loud voice filled it again.

"Okay."

Trowa raised an eyebrow, "Well?"

"Death is better. Mostly 'cause prison food is icky but also because I don't wanna be anyone's prison bitch."

The twitch in Heero's eye reappeared along with a slightly homocidal gleam.

"He meant, do you have an alibi?"

"I know what he meant, Heero, and I'm getting there. Yes I do have an alibi."

"Who?"

"Heh, heh... Um Wufei."

"Wufei is your alibi?"

Yeppers."

Trowa raised an eyebrow and looked at Heero. With a slight nod Heero left the room and returned with a very flustered looking Wufei.

"Why am I here? I did nothing. This is an injustice--"

"Calm down Wu-babe. They just wanna know where I was last night," Duo soothed," You're my alibi."

Wufei stopped mid-rant and blanched at Duo's words.

"Last night? Alibi," he murmured weakly.

"Yep."

"Duo says he was in bed at 3 this morning. Can you attest to this?"

Wufei went from shockingly pale to a fiery red in a matter of seconds.

"Um, yes."

"And you know this how?"

The color of Wufei's face went from a fiery to a red so dark that is was almost purple but he answered in an even voice.

"Because I was there too..."

"By that you mean?"

" I was in the same bed I SLEPT with HIM!!!"

"Oh..."

"How do you know he didn't escape while you were sleeping?"

Three pairs of eyes turned to Heero.

"Are you kidding? Sleeping with Wu is like stepping in a bear trap. Tight and deadly grip! Besides even if I wasn't sleeping with him it's impossible to sneak out of that apartment."

Duo jerked a thumb in Wufei's direction.

"He's worse than a trigger-happy father with a teenage daughter. I'd barely get a toe out the window before being yanked back in. Besides why would I sneak out when I had so many interesting things to do were I was?"

Trowa sighed as Duo flashed a hentai grin at him. Their only suspect had checked out. He was glad Duo hadn't done it but he had been the only lead they'd had.

"Well, Duo, you seem to be clean you can go."

Duo stood and glomped onto Trowa.

"Thanks Tro-chan! Tell Q-man I said hi, okay? Ja ne! Come on 'Fei let's go get something to eat."

Heero raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Trowa after Duo had dragged Wufei from the room.

"Why didn't you ask him about Relena?"

"They've been sleeping together for a while."

"How do you know?"

"Duo and Quatre talk on the phone alot."

Heero saw red for a few seconds before asking in an even tone," Then why did you bother questioning him?"

Trowa shrugged, "It never hurts to be sure."

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The night was dark. It was perfect for what he had in mind. With no moonlight and nearly no one around. Now all he had to do was wait for the perfect victim.

"Will you walk into my parlor said the spider to the fly."

Any moment now he would come along and there would be one less foolish person in the world. The man continued his slow pace down the alley waiting for some poor ill-fated fool to show themselves. He dragged the sword that he had stolen along the brick wall beside him throwing sparks with each step he took.

"HEY! Why don't you shut up?!?! People are trying to sleep you jackass!"

H grinned, the expression holding only the anticipation of the kill. He had found his prey. He followed the sound of the voice, still dragging his sword along the wall, to the street corner. There, the bum under the street lamp. He frowned for a moment noting the light then shrugged. It didn't matter. No one would see him or hear the man's screams. He stepped into the light so would be visible to his prey.

"It's not polite to tell people to shut up."

The old man cracked open an eye and looked up at him.

"It ain't polite to wake up sleeping people, either."

"Gomen. I apologize."

Raising his sword he grinned evilly as he watched the homeless man's eyes widened at the gleam of the cold metal in the streetlight.

"Omae O Korosu."

Instead of answering the old man took off running as fast as his possible. He stood there a few seconds the grin on this face growing wider. The man was fast for a bum. It didn't matter though he wouldn't get away. With that thought he began to run after the bum. Moving targets were always fun.

TBC?