Hi there! Did you enjoy Part 1? Great! No? Maybe you'll like this chapter,
then. Who knows! Thank you all for your reviews. Mostly, thank you for
making them worthwhile to read in terms of how I can improve my story :-D
Warnings: AU. Lime (In later chapters). Gory, descriptive murder (Later). Anything else would be giving away the mystery. OOC Sailors.
Pairings:
You'll see! Nyah, nyah, nyah!! :-P
Symbols:
--- = Scene change/flashback
* = Interrupt in the memory/flashback by someone else speaking
-word- = Emphasis or Italics
(I hope this isn't too confusing, but I think you'll get it when you start reading.)
Enjoy!
Part 2
Last Time:
Relena sighed. "When she told me that," She said quietly, "I didn't believe her at first. I told her she needed to stop joking around and be serious, and that murder wasn't something to laugh about. Serena hung up the phone on me after that, and then I knew for sure." She looked up and into the cold, probing eyes of Heero Yuy.
"Serena murdered Minako Aino."
Now:
Relena's hands clutched each other as if for dear life while her eyes flitted from each face in the room, picking apart each emotion passing over the features of the person she looked upon. "I told you my story," she said levelly, Duo's frowning face making her fidgety. "I told you the truth. I told you everything you needed to know!" She leaned forward. "Don't you believe me?"
"We have your word against Serena's, and we still need to question her." Wu Fei stopped tape and wrote something down on the pad of paper in front of him. "Otherwise, we'd be judging one-sidedly, and it's not even us you need to be worried about."
Zechs, from his standing position, shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, if you're innocent, you don't need to be worried at all, ma'am."
"You don't think I'm innocent." It wasn't a question. Relena glowered at the men before her.
Duo smiled only slightly. "It's not our place to say right now." He sat up straight and smiled widely this time. "The good news, however, is that for tonight you can go home and sleep tight without having to worry about us for three weeks."
Relena looked sharply at him. "What's in three weeks?"
"Your court date." Hiiro held out three court forms to the woman. "We need you to sign for them. That you'll be there." He took a pen from his front pocket and handed it to her, watching as she signed her name in a neat, crisp signature of wealth.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" When no one said anything, Relena stood and took her purse. "Then, I shall be leaving. Good day to you, gentlemen." She nodded curtly to them each and walked to the door, pushing it open.
"Oh, Mrs. Chiba?" Wu Fei called.
Relena turned. "Yes?" she huffed impatiently.
"We'll have to ask you not to leave the country." He nodded when she did and rewound the tape as soon as she was gone. "Rude, supposedly important women these days." He muttered wearily.
Zechs laughed out loud along with Duo. "And just think, we have the pleasure of questioning one more before the day is over." Duo remarked to Hiiro, who answered back with a dry, "Oh, joy."
---
Serena laughed in an overly loud manner, swinging her wineglass in a circular motion to get the bubbly liquid swirling. "It makes for a proper toast," she giggled.
Trista Mei (AN: I know that's not her last name, but I don't exactly know how to spell it or anything, and I've just decided to keep it Mei. I hope that doesn't bother you. If it does, I'm terribly sorry, and could you please accept the change?) shook her head, looking around the brightly lit five star restaurant with embarrassed eyes as angry and disturbed stares met her own. "Serena," she said, her tone soft and urgent, "could you keep it down a little? Besides, this isn't even wine. It's sparkling apple cider."
The wineglass was set onto the clothed table with a muffled "thump". Serena frowned, her former glee completely washed from her tired yet young-looking face. "You're right, Trista." Her shoulders slumped and she sat back in her chair, defeated. "I guess I'm just nervous. I mean, it's not everyday you get asked to be questioned due to the murdering of your role model."
Trista nodded sympathetically, taking a small sip of her cider. "I know you feel like everything is hopeless, but I promise you that your innocence will be proved. But, just in case, I hired you the two best lawyers money could buy."
A smile lit Serena's face. "Oh, Trista! Thank you so much!" She lowered her voice as the stares from bothered couples at other tables sent shivers down her spine. "Who are they?"
Trista passed two pictures to the blonde woman. "Miss Amara Ten'oh and Mrs. Michelle Keit. They are the best lawyers you'll ever find in Europe."
Serena gazed at the pictures in girlish fascination. "They're really pretty. Especially Mrs. Michelle. I've heard of them before, too. Aren't they that used-to-be lesbian couple?"
"Serena, lower your voice," Trista hissed, glaring at each and every surprised stare thrown their way from eavesdropping tables. "Mrs. Michelle and Miss Amara aren't an easy pair to come across, you know. They're almost as wealthy as Darien Ommaru Chiba, and that's saying something. Do you know how much money people would pay to get even a -chat- from one of those two?"
"Um . . . "
"Millions," Trista said, taking the pictures back. "Millions. That's how important those two are, so you can't just go around telling people they're your lawyers."
Serena frowned. "Why not? When I go to court, everyone'll know anyway."
"That's not the point. The point has to deal with your second statement. Yes, they were intimate with each other, even engaged."
"What happened?"
Trista shrugged. "That's like asking what happened with every other famous couple you've ever seen. Things weren't going as planned and they split. Plain and simple. However," she regarded the other young woman in warning, "they aren't too thrilled with the prospect of their private life gossip still known. It could completely ruin their careers. That is why"---Trista stuck the pictures back into her purse---"we must be hush-hush with the matter. Is that clear? Speak not a word about them with anyone but me. Not even the men who will question you later tonight. Understood?"
Serena rolled her eyes but nodded. "This is bogus. I have famous lawyers, but no one besides me and a few others will know about it, plus I don't even get to meet them before my court date, whenever that is."
"On the contrary," Trista smiled, "you do get to meet them. I've set up a date at the Qeim de' Grav casino for next Saturday night. They'll be incognito, but I'll know who they are the instant I spot them. How's that sound?"
"Wonderful!" Serena gushed, lifting her wineglass. "A toast to the best friend I've ever had; you, Trista Mei!"
Trista blushed modestly and raised her glass.
---
"So, Zechs." Duo twirled his braid around. "You going to tell us how in the hell Ms. Peacecraft-Chiba and this other chick got accused for murder, or whatever?"
Zechs smiled at the other expectant stares along with Duo's. "Actually, it wasn't as preposterous as you might be thinking it was. Ms. Aino's butler, Frances, spotted a figure with blonde hair and blue eyes on the Aino premises after calling the police about Minako's murder. The person was Serena."
Wu Fei frowned. "Then that's it. Serena killed Aino."
"No," Zechs shook his head. "No. Minako's murder was messy, poorly planned and horribly bloody. When the authorities found Serena, she was wearing white and she didn't have a spec of blood on her, nor any indication that she had touched Minako Aino that night. Not even a hair particle from Ms. Aino could be found on the woman.
"What the police did find on Minako, though, was a strand of hair belonging to Ms. Relena Peacrecraft-Chiba. Now you'd think that -Relena- murdered the star, yet the woman, at the supposed time of the murder, was at home doing . . . things with her wealthy husband. We found that out the hard way. Anyhow, the hair was still evidence, but since Serena was found on the premises, she was taken in along with Relena. The police are a bit stumped, though, which is why we called you three. The only other people on this case are Ami Barton, Rei Hino and my wife, Lita."
Duo's face broke out into a grin. "How -is- the woman, anyway?"
Zechs smiled, shaking his head. "Pregnant. And cranky. And bossy. The only reason she's on this case is because she somehow handcuffed me to the kitchen counter and threatened me-with a knife, mind you-to never let me free until I let her stay on the case. When I tried to go back on my word later, she tossed my gun out the window of our three-story house and threatened that the next thing out the window would be me. I couldn't do anything to her physically or mentally, so I relented once more."
Wu Fei snickered and Duo laughed out loud. "Man," he snorted, "you're a whipped dog."
Zechs smirked. "Better a whipped dog living in a luxurious home with a beautiful, pregnant wife than a poor, sad bastard with only a fish to keep him company."
Duo glared. "Yeah, thanks, ass-hole."
"Anytime."
Wu Fei chuckled.
"Could you three shut up?" Hiiro snapped, listening to the tape over and over. "I think I've found something."
Duo, mood forgotten, smiled over at the angry officer. "Man, I forgot you were there."
"I wish I could say the same about you." Hiiro countered, playing the tape.
Zechs and Wu Fei laughed.
"What is this? Gang up on Duo Day?" Duo growled.
Hiiro glared at him. "Go get a drink or something. You're bothering me." He went back to listening to the tape.
Duo frowned and stomped out of the room, intent upon smashing a vending machine and stealing a Coke.
---
The blonde-haired woman adjusted her blouse, the business-type look of it making her seem more professional and sophisticated than she really was.
Sort of.
Looking over herself one last time, she happened to glance at the clock's reflection in her full-length mirror, and she cursed herself loudly.
"Late again! Late for everything! Can't I do -anything- right?"
Grabbing her purse and car keys from her large vanity table, she headed out of her bedroom only to look forward to an hour or more of questioning.
---
A wet and sloppy sound, accentuated by the annoying drips of condensation to the table below drove Wu Fei over the edge.
"Damnit, Duo! Can't you stop slurping and just -drink- your Coke?"
Duo smiled smugly at the angry Asian. "Did you say something, Wu Fei? I was too busy enjoying this Coke to notice." He took a long slurp from the canned drink.
Zechs looked over at the pair and smiled, then went back to paying attention to what Hiiro had wanted him to listen to.
"Right there. Did you hear what she said? She said---"
"Holy SHIT!" Duo bellowed, spitting his drink out on the floor beneath him as he stared at the woman in the Interrogation Room doorway.
Hiiro frowned at Duo. "No, she didn't. She said . . . what the . . .?" His eyes widened as he looked over at what Duo seemed to be so infatuated with.
Zechs and Wu Fei looked at each other, then at their staring counterparts. Then at what their staring counterparts were staring at.
And their jaws dropped.
Startled blue eyes belonging to the blonde-headed woman standing and staring back at the men who stared at her widened as a voice accused her of something very serious.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?!"
~*~*~
Did you enjoy Part 2? Great! No? Oh, well . . .
Anyhow, for the record, was this a cliffhanger? If so, yay! My first cliffhanger!
Part 3 is coming soon, and I hope you guys are enjoying the story thus far! See you soon! Review!
--Monica AKA Moni
Warnings: AU. Lime (In later chapters). Gory, descriptive murder (Later). Anything else would be giving away the mystery. OOC Sailors.
Pairings:
You'll see! Nyah, nyah, nyah!! :-P
Symbols:
--- = Scene change/flashback
* = Interrupt in the memory/flashback by someone else speaking
-word- = Emphasis or Italics
(I hope this isn't too confusing, but I think you'll get it when you start reading.)
Enjoy!
Part 2
Last Time:
Relena sighed. "When she told me that," She said quietly, "I didn't believe her at first. I told her she needed to stop joking around and be serious, and that murder wasn't something to laugh about. Serena hung up the phone on me after that, and then I knew for sure." She looked up and into the cold, probing eyes of Heero Yuy.
"Serena murdered Minako Aino."
Now:
Relena's hands clutched each other as if for dear life while her eyes flitted from each face in the room, picking apart each emotion passing over the features of the person she looked upon. "I told you my story," she said levelly, Duo's frowning face making her fidgety. "I told you the truth. I told you everything you needed to know!" She leaned forward. "Don't you believe me?"
"We have your word against Serena's, and we still need to question her." Wu Fei stopped tape and wrote something down on the pad of paper in front of him. "Otherwise, we'd be judging one-sidedly, and it's not even us you need to be worried about."
Zechs, from his standing position, shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, if you're innocent, you don't need to be worried at all, ma'am."
"You don't think I'm innocent." It wasn't a question. Relena glowered at the men before her.
Duo smiled only slightly. "It's not our place to say right now." He sat up straight and smiled widely this time. "The good news, however, is that for tonight you can go home and sleep tight without having to worry about us for three weeks."
Relena looked sharply at him. "What's in three weeks?"
"Your court date." Hiiro held out three court forms to the woman. "We need you to sign for them. That you'll be there." He took a pen from his front pocket and handed it to her, watching as she signed her name in a neat, crisp signature of wealth.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" When no one said anything, Relena stood and took her purse. "Then, I shall be leaving. Good day to you, gentlemen." She nodded curtly to them each and walked to the door, pushing it open.
"Oh, Mrs. Chiba?" Wu Fei called.
Relena turned. "Yes?" she huffed impatiently.
"We'll have to ask you not to leave the country." He nodded when she did and rewound the tape as soon as she was gone. "Rude, supposedly important women these days." He muttered wearily.
Zechs laughed out loud along with Duo. "And just think, we have the pleasure of questioning one more before the day is over." Duo remarked to Hiiro, who answered back with a dry, "Oh, joy."
---
Serena laughed in an overly loud manner, swinging her wineglass in a circular motion to get the bubbly liquid swirling. "It makes for a proper toast," she giggled.
Trista Mei (AN: I know that's not her last name, but I don't exactly know how to spell it or anything, and I've just decided to keep it Mei. I hope that doesn't bother you. If it does, I'm terribly sorry, and could you please accept the change?) shook her head, looking around the brightly lit five star restaurant with embarrassed eyes as angry and disturbed stares met her own. "Serena," she said, her tone soft and urgent, "could you keep it down a little? Besides, this isn't even wine. It's sparkling apple cider."
The wineglass was set onto the clothed table with a muffled "thump". Serena frowned, her former glee completely washed from her tired yet young-looking face. "You're right, Trista." Her shoulders slumped and she sat back in her chair, defeated. "I guess I'm just nervous. I mean, it's not everyday you get asked to be questioned due to the murdering of your role model."
Trista nodded sympathetically, taking a small sip of her cider. "I know you feel like everything is hopeless, but I promise you that your innocence will be proved. But, just in case, I hired you the two best lawyers money could buy."
A smile lit Serena's face. "Oh, Trista! Thank you so much!" She lowered her voice as the stares from bothered couples at other tables sent shivers down her spine. "Who are they?"
Trista passed two pictures to the blonde woman. "Miss Amara Ten'oh and Mrs. Michelle Keit. They are the best lawyers you'll ever find in Europe."
Serena gazed at the pictures in girlish fascination. "They're really pretty. Especially Mrs. Michelle. I've heard of them before, too. Aren't they that used-to-be lesbian couple?"
"Serena, lower your voice," Trista hissed, glaring at each and every surprised stare thrown their way from eavesdropping tables. "Mrs. Michelle and Miss Amara aren't an easy pair to come across, you know. They're almost as wealthy as Darien Ommaru Chiba, and that's saying something. Do you know how much money people would pay to get even a -chat- from one of those two?"
"Um . . . "
"Millions," Trista said, taking the pictures back. "Millions. That's how important those two are, so you can't just go around telling people they're your lawyers."
Serena frowned. "Why not? When I go to court, everyone'll know anyway."
"That's not the point. The point has to deal with your second statement. Yes, they were intimate with each other, even engaged."
"What happened?"
Trista shrugged. "That's like asking what happened with every other famous couple you've ever seen. Things weren't going as planned and they split. Plain and simple. However," she regarded the other young woman in warning, "they aren't too thrilled with the prospect of their private life gossip still known. It could completely ruin their careers. That is why"---Trista stuck the pictures back into her purse---"we must be hush-hush with the matter. Is that clear? Speak not a word about them with anyone but me. Not even the men who will question you later tonight. Understood?"
Serena rolled her eyes but nodded. "This is bogus. I have famous lawyers, but no one besides me and a few others will know about it, plus I don't even get to meet them before my court date, whenever that is."
"On the contrary," Trista smiled, "you do get to meet them. I've set up a date at the Qeim de' Grav casino for next Saturday night. They'll be incognito, but I'll know who they are the instant I spot them. How's that sound?"
"Wonderful!" Serena gushed, lifting her wineglass. "A toast to the best friend I've ever had; you, Trista Mei!"
Trista blushed modestly and raised her glass.
---
"So, Zechs." Duo twirled his braid around. "You going to tell us how in the hell Ms. Peacecraft-Chiba and this other chick got accused for murder, or whatever?"
Zechs smiled at the other expectant stares along with Duo's. "Actually, it wasn't as preposterous as you might be thinking it was. Ms. Aino's butler, Frances, spotted a figure with blonde hair and blue eyes on the Aino premises after calling the police about Minako's murder. The person was Serena."
Wu Fei frowned. "Then that's it. Serena killed Aino."
"No," Zechs shook his head. "No. Minako's murder was messy, poorly planned and horribly bloody. When the authorities found Serena, she was wearing white and she didn't have a spec of blood on her, nor any indication that she had touched Minako Aino that night. Not even a hair particle from Ms. Aino could be found on the woman.
"What the police did find on Minako, though, was a strand of hair belonging to Ms. Relena Peacrecraft-Chiba. Now you'd think that -Relena- murdered the star, yet the woman, at the supposed time of the murder, was at home doing . . . things with her wealthy husband. We found that out the hard way. Anyhow, the hair was still evidence, but since Serena was found on the premises, she was taken in along with Relena. The police are a bit stumped, though, which is why we called you three. The only other people on this case are Ami Barton, Rei Hino and my wife, Lita."
Duo's face broke out into a grin. "How -is- the woman, anyway?"
Zechs smiled, shaking his head. "Pregnant. And cranky. And bossy. The only reason she's on this case is because she somehow handcuffed me to the kitchen counter and threatened me-with a knife, mind you-to never let me free until I let her stay on the case. When I tried to go back on my word later, she tossed my gun out the window of our three-story house and threatened that the next thing out the window would be me. I couldn't do anything to her physically or mentally, so I relented once more."
Wu Fei snickered and Duo laughed out loud. "Man," he snorted, "you're a whipped dog."
Zechs smirked. "Better a whipped dog living in a luxurious home with a beautiful, pregnant wife than a poor, sad bastard with only a fish to keep him company."
Duo glared. "Yeah, thanks, ass-hole."
"Anytime."
Wu Fei chuckled.
"Could you three shut up?" Hiiro snapped, listening to the tape over and over. "I think I've found something."
Duo, mood forgotten, smiled over at the angry officer. "Man, I forgot you were there."
"I wish I could say the same about you." Hiiro countered, playing the tape.
Zechs and Wu Fei laughed.
"What is this? Gang up on Duo Day?" Duo growled.
Hiiro glared at him. "Go get a drink or something. You're bothering me." He went back to listening to the tape.
Duo frowned and stomped out of the room, intent upon smashing a vending machine and stealing a Coke.
---
The blonde-haired woman adjusted her blouse, the business-type look of it making her seem more professional and sophisticated than she really was.
Sort of.
Looking over herself one last time, she happened to glance at the clock's reflection in her full-length mirror, and she cursed herself loudly.
"Late again! Late for everything! Can't I do -anything- right?"
Grabbing her purse and car keys from her large vanity table, she headed out of her bedroom only to look forward to an hour or more of questioning.
---
A wet and sloppy sound, accentuated by the annoying drips of condensation to the table below drove Wu Fei over the edge.
"Damnit, Duo! Can't you stop slurping and just -drink- your Coke?"
Duo smiled smugly at the angry Asian. "Did you say something, Wu Fei? I was too busy enjoying this Coke to notice." He took a long slurp from the canned drink.
Zechs looked over at the pair and smiled, then went back to paying attention to what Hiiro had wanted him to listen to.
"Right there. Did you hear what she said? She said---"
"Holy SHIT!" Duo bellowed, spitting his drink out on the floor beneath him as he stared at the woman in the Interrogation Room doorway.
Hiiro frowned at Duo. "No, she didn't. She said . . . what the . . .?" His eyes widened as he looked over at what Duo seemed to be so infatuated with.
Zechs and Wu Fei looked at each other, then at their staring counterparts. Then at what their staring counterparts were staring at.
And their jaws dropped.
Startled blue eyes belonging to the blonde-headed woman standing and staring back at the men who stared at her widened as a voice accused her of something very serious.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?!"
~*~*~
Did you enjoy Part 2? Great! No? Oh, well . . .
Anyhow, for the record, was this a cliffhanger? If so, yay! My first cliffhanger!
Part 3 is coming soon, and I hope you guys are enjoying the story thus far! See you soon! Review!
--Monica AKA Moni