Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 3)

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=== - flashback

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"Look like nothing's gonna change.
Everything still remains the same.
I can't do what ten people tell me to do.
So I guess I'll remain the same.
Sittin' here resting my bones,
And this loneliness won't leave me alone."
--(Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay, Ottis Redding

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Trowa drove through the streets. He was heading for, what everyone calls, the East side. The actual city is Covina, but they called it the East side. Trowa wasn't even sure why. He hated the fact that he had to go there; it was at least a four-hour drive there and another four back. But a job was a job and for five thousand dollars he would drive to almost anywhere.

Trowa looked at the clock inside the dashboard, it was 7:02. He had plenty of time; he wasn't supposed to start until 12 anyway. As he yawned, Trowa turned on the radio putting it on Arrow. (His favorite Rock and Roll station.) He needed to keep his mind going; otherwise he might fall asleep at the wheel. It wasn't that he was tired; he never really was. He was just worn out. Heero had the tendency of doing that to him.

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Heero stepped into the police station, heading to the back and straight for his desk. He flopped behind it, fidgeting with the tie he had just placed on ten minutes ago. He hated what he had to wear to work; suits and ties were just not him.

As Heero began flipping through the papers piling on his desk, he watched his partner, Duo, come walking over. Duo had a mischievous smile playing on his lips. His long chestnut braid swished behind him as he flopped onto the corner of Heero's desk.

"What?" Heero asked coldly.

"Oh, nothing." Heero gave Duo a glare. "So...how was your weekend, Heero?" Duo slowly slid off of Heero's desk and sat himself in the chair behind his own desk; which was across from Heero's.

"Why?"

"Just asking. Geeze, we've been partners for how long, and you still can't accept a normal conversation?"

"At least five years and with you? No."

"Ha, ha." Right then another detective came walking over, his name was Wufei. He stopped in front of Heero and gave him disgusting glare.

"The Chief is gonna say something, you know."

"What?"

"The earring. You know we aren't allowed to have piercings." Wufei quickly pointed at the loop in Heero's ear. Heero just shrugged.

"It's not coming out, if that's what you are getting at."

"Why? You can't take it out when you're on the job?" Wufei now had his arms crossed in front of him.

"Personal reasons." Wufei frowned, sighed then walked off.

"You know what? You've never really explained that to me. What's so special about it?"

"If you must know, it's a promise."

"A promise?" Heero nodded. "What type of promise?"

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"Do you love me?"

"I do...always and forever."

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"None of your business." Heero began sifting through his papers once more. Duo wasn't going let it go, just yet anyway.

"I bet it's because of some girl. You promised to love her forever...and all that mush."

"No." Duo smiled.

"I bet I'm right."

"If you say so. Now, if you don't mind, we got some paper work to do." Duo sighed.

"Yeah, yeah."

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Trowa leaned against the building. He checked his watched, "11:58". Trowa glanced at the street. "Ah ha. There he is. Time to earn that money." Trowa almost smiled as he watched the short, stout man stop at the street light across from him. He quickly scanned the street once more. Only a few people, but there were almost two blocks away.

Trowa slowly pulled his revolver from one of the pockets in his vest. He aimed at the man, who was now walking across the street. With one shot the man fell to the ground, dead on the spot. "One day..One day I won't have to do this anymore..."

to be continued…