Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Weiss Kreuz, but I do own a pack of gum. *holds gum closer* You can't have any of it. It's mine!
Tsumi: Da da da da! Chapter one finally done. Don't expect this fic to be too long; it's a pain in the ass and more to write.
Onto the Fic!
Chang Wufei frowned lightly as he looked over the papers laid out on his desk. A string of terrorist-like activities had plagued Tokyo for a while now, the most recent, a string of kidnapping involving young women.
The Chinese youth ran a hand over his tired eyes. each reported kidnapping had infuriated him and his sense of honor, but none more so than the kidnapping of a comatose girl out of her hospital bed. Wufei flipped through the papers until he came to the information of said girl. Fujimiya Aya . . .
'Disgraceful.' He thought as he read over the information about her. 'Father, mother and older brother, Ran, all killed in a bombing two years back. Has been in a comatose state since then. Who would sink so low as to kidnap someone like her? . . .'
He made a growl deep in his throat. It was his job as a Preventer to . . . prevent these sorts of things from happening! But, at the moment, he was completely powerless to do anything.
And it was very difficult for the former Gundam Pilot to admit he was powerless.
With a frustrated sigh, he sat down heavily into his chair and leaned his head onto his hands, taking a few deep breaths and clearing his mind. Getting upset would not solve anything and time was critical. He needed to find the people behind these crimes and have justice placed on them.
And then it clicked. Who better to search and find the needed information than him? He opened up a new email and went through his contacts until he came to the one he was looking for.
Quatre Raberba Winner
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Unknown to Wufei, another had also been searching for the people behind these incidents. but he was not looking to bring them to justice.
He was going to kill them.
Ninmu ryoukai
The perfect soldier, known as Heero Yuy, gave his trademark death glare at the computer screen. Through all of his diligent searching, all he managed to come up with was three German words.
Weiß
Schwartz
Schreient
It didn't make sense. The only other clue he uncovered was a list of code names with the words Weiß and Schreient.
Abyssinian
Balinese
Bombay
Siberian
Hell
Schon
Tot
Neu
Secret organizations? Assassin groups? Anything was possible. With another sigh, Heero saved the information he had collected and turned off his laptop, deciding sleep would be his best option, for now at least.