mOBSCENE 02
-By ReddAlice
Author's Note: I should have noted in the first chapter a couple of things. The Tong are the Chinese mob, and the Yakuza are the equivalent in Japanese. The Oyabun is the Head of the family… stay tune for more about oriental mafias. And, please review. Tell me if there are inconsistencies, what you don't like, what you think should happen… let me hear what you think each chapter! Thanks!
Pairings: 1/2 2/?
mOBSCENE a song by Marilyn Manson a fic by ReddAlice
This depression is great
The defamation age
They'll know my name
Waltz into scum, and base a marriage of the pain
Even Heero couldn't deny the relief he felt wash through him once he was out onto the streets in front of Kin residence. Yukio was intense by nature, and that is what made his so powerful and dangerous. He ruled silently and reinforced good deeds and bad deeds with similar punishment most likely. Heero didn't want to be on either end.
It was a short walk to the alley where he had parked his own motorcycle, a crotch-rocket the Tsumimaru family had paid for practically after Heero knocked off a merchant-by-day-drug-lord-by-night target, another family branch of The Yakuza; one closely associated with Yukio's father. The Tsumimaru had graciously recommended him to the Kin family.
The ride back to his hotel room was smooth and uninterrupted; by the time he had locked up his bike and checked back into his room, he was ready to begin his mission. He was ready to take down the American mistress.
Sitting down Indian style on his bed, Heero emptied the contents of the large envelope on the generic western-ized floral comforter, and began to sift the plethora of pictures. All of this for one person? A familiar face caught his eye, the dark eyed comrade from his past. One he hadn't seen in nearly five years.
Wufei...
The Chinese boy had climbed his way up the proverbial latter of politics through the Tong and was captured with a sleepy eyed gaze oozing lust towards the person before him. It was taken outside a hotel, he was on the second story clearly visible through the window undressing a rather a well-toned woman who's defined back was turned to the camera. They where both sweaty, and laughing. Wufei laughing... Heero wouldn't have believed it had he not see it laying before him.
Moving a few photos out of the way, Heero picked up the picture to get a closer examination of hotel occupancy. The long cascade of slightly wavy thick hair was blocking the view of Chang Wufei's hands as they obviously busied themselves caressing the visibly soft skin of the contracted female. Heero didn't relish the sight of seeing his old comrade caught up in such a situation. What if he loved the woman?
It hardly mattered; the written letter and the verbal word bound Heero to his contract. He would kill her, and dispose of her remains quickly. The question was, would he be caught be the fellow ex-gundam? Or had the years of easy living taken their toll on the Chinese man's instincts.
A private frown touched his hardened features. Mission already accepted.
Amongst the many questions formulating in Heero's mind one kept reoccurring unanswered: Why was Wufei with the leader of a biker gang? An American woman who lead a Japanese motorcycle gang? Something was wrong.
Heero leaned over a piece of white typed paper, "Mistress's real name unknown. Age unknown. Height: unknown, Eye color: unknown."-Frowning Heero mentally rolled his eyes, what was there to work off of? "After much careful surveillance it has been concluded that the mistress is aware she is being watched and has therefore avoided full frontal pictures and sightings. She was unable to, however, cover up her motorcycle gang's street name, The Mayoke. Which is the name given to a specific charm against evil spirits. All who where asked gave the same response when confronted about the Mayoke Chief's name: Shini."
....The Mayoke....
Heero cocked his head to look at the clock and frowned, it was already 11am. If he were going to get this ball rolling, he would need to begin immediately.
Regardless of the endless mission that was his life, Heero's home had always been Tokyo; yet he had not realized this until he the more recent years of his life when he came back. He knew the streets, the customs, the people; they were where he came from. Who cared if his parents were... who ever they where? He was raised here. If there were any personal legal documents about him, they would be in Tokyo, Japan.
The dying sounds of the engine as it turned off murdered any touchy thought process Heero had been having. He had to make one quick stop, the Tatsumi family Tea House.
Instead of being ushered to a tearoom, the young girl hostess guided Heero to a westernized office in back of the traditional building.
"Irrasyaimasu Heero-chan..." Heero bowed from the encasing shadows of the corner. The room was dark, all lights dimmed. "Doozo... Doozo..."
The old woman of the teahouse had been an associate of Odin's, keeping records and tabs on nearly all business activities and crime organizations in Japan. For someone in her early 80's Tatsumi Sayuri was amazingly coherent and apt for her job. Naturally this crucial partnership was necessary for Heero's profession.
After their brief meeting Heero left the way he came not troubling the young hostess with the unnecessary burden of guiding him out. Sayuri was also unsure of the real name of the Mayoke chief, but informed him that the gang operated a business together. They dealt in old machine parts, cars, mecha-mobile suits, computers, and hard to find gun parts. She also added that the Mayoke hired kids of the street, and provided housing and work for those who needed it. They did not have a bad reputation in her eyes, but she was interested in knowing what black market product they where into allowed Shini to have so many people working under her. After she wrote down the location and slipped it into Heero's hand, she told him to get lost and went back to finishing her cola and hot dog.
It was hard to believe someone with such poor eating habits could live through three wars to see her 84th birthday next month.
The business was boldly named The Mayoke. Idiot, Heero thought. He'd buy some parts for his motorcycle, scout out the people, find out about Wufei's part the whole deal, and then he would go ahead and knock off the woman. It was hard to not let your job become personal... when old comrades where involved.
The entrance bell sounded pleasantly, when he pushed on the swinging doors it played a soft melody. To his surprise, the building had multi stories, and was spotlessly clean, carpeted, and painted. It reminded him of a department store gone apartment.
Moving towards a desk near a door in the back, Heero scanned the walls, the desktop in search of anything that would be of use to him. There where a few photos on the walls, proudly hung family-like pictures, maybe thirty kids ranging from 7 to 20. Then his eyes caught the shape of someone familiar off to the side, and he kicked himself mentally for not thinking of it sooner.
"Hey man, can I help you?" Came the rich musical voice that had haunted him for so long. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we've got it around here somewhere, or I-.... Heero...."
Pain- they want it
Pain- they want it
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
TO BE CONTINUED