Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Pairings: Not quite sure yet…

Plot: Hopefully will arrive soon - should turn out as one of those Detective type ones - they are REALLY good. J Just saying…

Chapter Three

A stray breeze ruffled the ivy, tracing a shiver down the nearly-naked back of a departing party guest. Pausing to shiver, the dark haired girl darted a quick look at her surroundings, white silver and a scattering of diamonds glittering around her throat. The picture of elegance, in her midnight blue dress and heels, and obviously stinking rich to boot.

Shivering once more, the woman, little more than a girl really, sent a thankful glance towards her male companion, as he placed his jacket around her slender form. Thinking no more of the eerie sensation she'd had that someone was watching her, the girl took her companion's arm, and went on her way. Stepping daintily across the gravel-strewn drive, she sank gratefully into the leather-smelling interior of her shiny limousine.

The car engine started with a gentle rumble, and the car circled the fountain once before heading down the long driveway, back to the main road. Amber eyes glinted in the light cast from the sunken lights dotted around the driveway, briefly flashing silver as they watched the tempting meal drive away to safety.

The woman was forgotten in the next instant, as the figure perched on the roof of the garage looked towards the mansion. A more important mission than getting dinner in mind.

A rush of movement, and the dark figure had leapt onto the side of the mansion. Dark clothes moving silently with his body's motions, the shadowed interloper crawled up the side of the building effortlessly, steadily making his way towards the roof. Once there, he assumed a secure position, then reached out with his mind. Instantly, the figure was able to make out the heartbeats of the individuals inside the building, one individual in particular.

Across the city, in an abandoned building, a figure jolted upright, a startled, "Shit!" sounding from his lips. Examining more thoroughly the power that had washed over him, the man with shadowed eyes cursed yet again, before leaping into action.

As the stranger frantically tore out of the abandoned building and headed for the mansion on the other side of the city, and the shadowed figure on the roof listened to the heartbeats of those beneath him, the blond boy hosting his high society party remained unaware of the chaos about to ensue.

Eventually the last drink had been drunk, the last information had been wormed out of guests, the last deal had been forged, and the night was drawing to an end. Exhausted, Quatre wearily sank into the nearest available seat, thankful that that was the last guest he had to see off, and vaguely awed by the trials his father had so successfully manoeuvred through. Waving off Rashid's offer of a stiff drink, Quatre gingerly lifted himself back onto his feet, sure he would feel the effects of the night more fully in the morning.

Ignoring the faint pounding in his head, caused both by the incident earlier, and the over-exertion of his gift the remainder of the night, the blond figure managed to stagger up to his room on the seventh floor. Not having the strength to pull his clothes off, let alone have a full wash, Quatre flopped down onto his bed, eyes already shutting drowsily.

A rough hand grabbed the prone boy by the shoulder, then heaved.

Suddenly finding himself sailing through the air, whereas an instant before he had been on the brink of sleep, was definitely a shocking experience. Not nearly as shocking as crashing into a sturdy wooden wardrobe though. Finding himself on the ground for the second time that night, Quatre wasn't surprised in the least when the same hand as before pulled him upright again, or maybe it was the shock of impact that lessened his reaction? Either way, being held up by a hand at his throat, and finding himself looking into familiar amber eyes gave Quatre a strong sense of déjà vu.

Ooh, and look, the pretty eyes are changing colour again! Quatre sharply shook his head, as much as he was able anyway, in an attempt to throw off the haze clouding his thoughts. If he remembered the events as accurately as he thought he did, or at least more than he had told the police, then he was pretty sure about what was going to happen next. Not something he wanted to happen, particularly when no helpful strangers were likely to wander by any moment in his bedroom.

Remembering the panic button Rashid had installed when Quatre's father had been murdered, the boy's eyes lit up with hope he tried to dim. Luckily, Quatre's assailant seemed to find the emotion practically vibrating from the empath amusing, if the way he grinned to flash his teeth was any indication.

Catching sight of the sharp incisors, Quatre's eyes widened with fright, turquoise eclipsing blue, as the boy unwittingly broadcasted his fear for all to feel.

Growling as he felt the power emanating from his victim, the shadowed man slammed Quatre against the wardrobe again, then bent to complete his mission whilst the boy was subdued. Or at least, attempted to. One second bending over Quatre, the next on the floor, he looked up to see somebody standing in front of the boy protectively.

"Hi again! You should know, it's bad form to attack the same person twice in one night, makes you seem desperate or something…" A maniacal grin flashed white teeth, as the shadowed man regained his feet, his bemusement by the turn of events evident on his face.

Dusting himself off casually, he looked his opponent over, noting the slim build, and average height. "And you should know it's bad form to interrupt somebody else's business, but I don't see you apologising."

"I don't exactly play by the rules. I make my own up."

Rushing forward, the shadowed man tried to take this upstart youth off guard. Ready for the move, the newcomer met him, strength for strength, and the shadowed figure was surprised to find he fell short, ending up on the floor once more.

Glad to be left alone for the time being, Quatre leaned against the wardrobe and slid down to the floor, legs weakened as a trickle of blood ran down the back of his neck. In front of him, the two strangers engaged in battle. Moves were instigated by his attacker, but calmly met and matched by his saviour. A gleam of light filtered in through the open window, and highlighted the faces of the two males. Quatre couldn't help but gasp. He'd known his attacker was the same person, but his rescuer was also the same one as before, and there was no way he could have just 'happened by' this time, since they weren't exactly in a hugely populated area.

The last thing Quatre saw before he blacked out, was his attacker finally landing a solid blow on his defender. Flying backwards from the force of the punch, the man nevertheless managed to twist in mid-air, and hit the wall with his entire body, as opposed to his head.

As the prone figure of Quatre Winner slumped over, unconscious, his twice-in-one-night rescuer looked him over from his position against the wall. Keen eyes noted the trickle of blood, and the lump blossoming on the back of the boy's head. Hearing the sound of feet thumping up the hidden stairs, he turned back to his opponent, inclining his head, in supposed respect that the other had managed to hurt him.

"What do you say we stop pulling the punches, eh? Make it more…challenging?"

Focusing too strongly on the fight and the feel of blood pumping through his veins, the assailant was unable to hear the guards rushing to help. Seeing the only human witness unconscious on the floor, and easy bounty, he turned to the other with a grin. "Sure, it's about time someone taught you a lesson."

Seemed as good a time as any to stop - I love cliffhangers, don't you? lol

I'll update again as soon as possible, but I might update my other fics first *shrug*

R&R, please? I love hearing all those nice things people say!