Title: A Minor Justice
Author: Scriptophobic
Pairings: Mild 23, Future 1x2x1
Warnings: AU, Violence, Language, Future sexual situations
Note: I warn all of you that the Trowa and Duo in this may be viewed as OOC because they are somewhat ruthless and violent. Not in the "i will abuse my spouse way", but in the somewhat cold killer way. Other than that I've kept their attitudes the same. If you can't deal that, don't read. I have warned.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything. Blah blah.
Prologue
"Shit."
The girl stared at the two men in horror as she clutched the doorframe with white knuckled hands. She was a pretty young thing of about 15 with long black hair and distinctive Japanese features. "I-I-I--" She stared at the butchered bodies of her parents and her sentence ended with a low, keening wail.
"For the love of--" The shorter of the two grabbed her by the hair and yanked her further into the room before shoving her on the floor.
"I told you! I damn well told you not to--"
"She's not supposed to be here," The shorter one snapped moodily. "Don't blame me because you fucked up the recon."
The taller man shot him an annoyed glare and sat down on the bed next to her mother's body. "If you hadn't gone poking around we would have been in and out already and she never would have known we were here," He shot back.
"You know I like taking souvenirs," the small one pouted. He studied the girl with a calculating gleam in his eyes. "What are you doing here, girl? You're screwing up the works! I thought you Japanese people were all scholarly and never skipped school."
The girl couldn't tear her eyes away from her mother's bloody chest. "I--I--"
"You--you," the small one mocked.
"I was sick! I--" Her eyes filled with tears and her voice cracked. "You killed them!"
"Well give that girl a gold star!" The small one rolled his eyes and turned his back on her to look at his partner expectantly.
"You got us into this mess so don't expect me to fix it," He snapped.
"Oh for crying out loud, it's just one lousy girl! It's not a big damn deal! We do her and get out just like we planned!"
"She wasn't even a part of the contract," The tall one complained.
"You are such a bleeding heart," The other one grumbled. He paused and looked at the bloody body stretched out on the bed before snickering almost hysterically. "Actually I guess she is, isn't she?"
"Your wit is just astounding today," The tall one said dryly.
"Geez you have no sense of humor lately." The short one pulled a gun out from under his black flak jacket and turned towards the girl. "Okay sweetie it's time for nighty nig-- What do you think you're doing?"
The girl froze and dropped her arm as she tried to hide the cell phone she was clutching. "N-No! Please don--" She was silenced by a bullet in the head; the shot muffled by a silencer.
"Did she really think calling the cops would help?" The tall one muttered with a shake of his head. He hated unexpected complications. It made him moody.
"Maybe she was planning to stall us with her feminine wiles until they got here?" The short one suggested as he wandered over to the father's body and yanked his knife from the man's chest. "It always works in those Lifetime movies," He went on as he wiped it on the dead man's sports jacket.
The tall one shook his head and stood up. "You're a real card."
"I take that as a compliment," The short one retorted with a sweet smile. "Now can I finish my pillaging? They have some neat stuff in here! I hope we get contracts on rich Japanese engineers more often." He shoved his knife back in the sheaf in his boot and practically skipped out of the room. The tall one rolled his eyes and followed him out. There was no point in arguing; he always got what he wanted anyway.
Chang Wufei surveyed the crime scene impassively as the officers scurried around the room gathering evidence. The three bodies were easily recognizable. Head of the engineering department at Mashimoto Electronics; Yamanashi Taro, his wife Oki and their teenaged daughter, Myoko. All three were shot execution style in the head but the husband and wife, the suspected targets, had the signature carved up chests.
"Think these are the latest of our perps?" Sally Po asked as she bent over Oki's body and frowned.
"I'd say so," Wufei replied as he stopped in front of Myoko's body and kneeled down. "No signs of forced entry, no signs of a struggle, single gunshot wound to the head and the carved X across two of the victim's chests. Then of course there's the random anonymous tip." He pulled on a rubber glove.
"There's no carving on the girl," Sally pointed out as she pulled a single strand of long, light brown hair from Oki's black tresses. She raised an eyebrow and put it in a plastic baggy. "If these are our guys, this is a little different from their usual style. On the Ricken case they offed the couple and left the kids still sleeping downstairs."
Wufei made an agreeable sound and pulled a small device from the girl's stiff fingers. It was a tiny, pink cell phone that looked very much like a toy. "I don't think they were expecting the girl to be home," He murmured as he scraped dried blood off of the phone's screen.
Sally raised an eyebrow and went over to study her find in the light. "You're right. The tip came in two hours after the murders. She should have been in school." She frowned and noted the length of the hair. "One of our guys might actually be a girl." After a moment of silence on Wufei's end, she looked up. "What's wrong?"
Wufei looked up with an expression that was a cross between exhilaration and shock. "Oh I have no doubts that our perps are both men." He looked down at the phone again and his eyes lit up. "Just a guy with extremely long hair."
Sally froze for a moment before scrambling across the room. She looked over Wufei's shoulder and sucked in a breath. "Holy shit."
"It seems Myoko managed to take a couple of pictures of her parent's killers before they did her in," Wufei said as he silently praised whatever genius invented camera phones. He flipped through the three most recent pictures and shook his head. The girl had to have had some guts to think of something like this while her parent's murderers were standing a few feet away.
The pictures were small but were color and had surprisingly good quality. The first showed two men; one was facing away from Myoko but a long braid was visible running down his back. He didn't look much taller than 5'6, was very slender and appeared to have been gesturing wildly with his hands, judging from the blur. The other man was facing him and sitting on the bed next to Oki's body. He looked maybe 6 feet tall judging by the length of his legs and half of his face was blocked by overly long bangs. Both men appeared to be Caucasian, mid to early twenties and exceptionally attractive. The other two pictures were sloppy close up shots of each man's face. They were blurry and a little distorted but it was the biggest damn break they'd had in this case so far.
"I hate to say it," Sally breathed. "But we're fortunate that Myoko stayed home today."
Wufei looked at the girl's body and shook his head. "I hate to agree, but you're right." Sixteen reported murders in the past two years, all upper echelons of society, all shot execution style and all with carvings on the chest. They hadn't had any suspects or any real clues, only a calling card; the carved X on the chest. But now... now they had faces and now they could do their jobs and stop waiting around for someone else to be killed.