To Kill a Prince
AN: Okay, here's the deal. Since I got such good feedback for 'To Kill a Prince', I've decided that 'Leader of the Pack' will be on Hiatus for a while. Sorry to all of those who waited so patiently for me to get off my butt for the next chapter of 'Leader of the Pack'. I just ran out of ideas. (Ducks as tomatoes and chairs are chucked at her head)
Disclaimer: Don't own...NYAH!
Chapter Two: The Horrible Pink 'Thing'
Heero's brain began to stir as he neared his apartment after a fresh new day. His agenda was going a lot more smoothly than he had planned, and something was bound to go wrong. His pessimistic mind could come up with all sorts of horrible things to happen. He would lose the key to his home, he would accidentally run over a poor helpless animal, or even meet up with that Wufei boy from the day before. He shivered mentally at the idea. Something about that guy irked him to the fullest extent. Maybe it was the fact that he met Wufei's boyfriend, Duo, the day before as well as the Chinese boy himself, and had an obvious attraction to Duo. Holy god, it had only been one day and he was already thinking about that kid!
Heero took a deep breath, trying to slow down the rage that started to burn in the pit of his stomach at the thought of Wufei. The way he had treated Duo was wrong...but Heero stopped himself from going further. It wasn't good for his health to have a fit this early into the afternoon. He leaned up against a building wall to calm himself, reviewing what errands in his day that he had left. Coffee was done and so was the trip to the library. He had gotten lunch at a McDonalds and had sat in the park for a while, with his laptop buzzing under his fingertips. Now all he had left to do was go home, feed Wing (His proud white shorthaired kitten) and wait for more instructions from Dr. J. Heero had thought about visiting Odin Lowe's grave, but thought better of it. His childhood supervision wasn't buried in the best part of the city and there were always street punks hanging around, smoking and doodling on the tombstones with spray paint.
All in all, the day had gone too well so far. He could feel it in his blood. Of course being overly paranoid didn't help, but something was bound to go wrong.
Up along the sidewalk loomed his apartment building. A clean, white brick and marble building with 7 floors and prestigious looking doorman standing under the red awning wearing a black suit with red trim. Balconies stuck out from the buildings front side, decorated with expensive lawn chairs, rare plants, barbeques and flags. Heero walked up to the doorman, giving him a slight wave.
"Hello Peterson." He said briskly.
Peterson gave him a pained look. "Good afternoon Mr. Yuy. Did you have a nice morning?" He questioned politely.
"Oh, same old stuff. You know how it is." Was his answer, as Heero walked toward the revolving front doors.
"Uh, Mr. Yuy...I..." But it was too late. Peterson didn't have time to warn Heero as he stepped inside.
Heero walked to the elevator, which was painted a shiny gold. He pressed the 'Up' button swiftly and got inside when the doors slid open, then closed behind him. The awful elevator music was slow and jazzy to Heero's ears as he waited for the contraption to reach the sixth floor. Why did the music have to be so bland? They could at least have chosen classical, but no. They settled for something much worse. He groaned as he looked at his watch. Wing would become restless if her food wasn't set out at precisely at 5:00. And a hyper-active kitty is very hard to settle down. The doors of the elevator slid open and Heero leaped out, dashing down the dimly lit hallway to room number 104, getting out his keys in the process of sprinting. Well, at least he didn't forget them.
Heero's door swung open smoothly, not a single creak in the hinges. Heero was a maniac about household perfection and hated to have hinges that squeaked. It was a nice apartment, if he did say so himself. Spacious, a big living room and kitchen and a nice bedroom. There was a loft just off of the living room with a small ladder to climb to the top, which held the guest room. He had never had any company before, so he just used the loft as a storage area. His balcony was located right outside his bedroom and was a place where he could sit in quiet, listening to the sounds of the city below him.
Usually, Heero would be glad to come home to the comfort and security of his apartment. But something WAS wrong. He was good like that.
When he had left the house at exactly eight o'clock in the morning, he had turned out all of his lights and left the shades in the living room open to let the sunlight in. But, as he stood in the doorway, there was the unmistakable glow of every light in the house on. His eyes were wide as he stepped inside, closing the door silently behind him and dropping his laptop bag in the entrance way. He crouched over in a defensive position, hand over the gun holster on his belt, ready to whip it out and kill whoever dared to intrude his home.
He slipped off his shoes, walking in stocking feet on the hardwood floors. There was no sign of Wing, and no noise except for a small (scratch scritch scritch scratch) somewhere in the home. Heero walked cautiously further, whipping out his gun and leaping into the Living room. And he froze.
"Heero! Honey! You came home!" On the couch holding a nail file and wearing a pink monstrosity for a dress was a young blond girl. She beamed at him with foolish eyes and Heero groaned. Relena Peacecraft. He shivered.
"Aw, Heero, don't be that way! Come here honey and put down that gun you silly, silly boy." She jumped to her feet and walked over to the cobalt eyed boy, slinking her arm through his and dragging him to the couch, forcing the gun out of his grasp where it clattered to the floor. At her touch, Heero grunted unpleasantly.
"How did you get in here?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh, honey it was just too simple. I persuaded the doorman into letting me in. Really Heero, you should have told the man you had a girlfriend, it would have been a lot easier." Relena chirped happily.
Heero rolled his eyes. The blond was just too stupid to realize that he wasn't interested. Sure, she was beautiful, Heero had realized that a while ago, but not the beauty he was attracted to. Not to mention she had breasts, so automatically, she was out of the question. Heero wouldn't have minded being friends with Relena. When they first met, she seemed like a decent person. But after that ONE dance, she turned into a giddy school girl who had the money and connections to track him down, even if he left the country. He had relocated his apartment several times in the past 6 months and she still managed to find him. It was rather eerie. Relena was a stalker. Plain and simple.
"Relena..." he mumbled. "You. Are. Not. My. Girlfriend"
Said girl just shook her head and patted him on the back in a supposedly comforting way.
"Tut Tut Heero, you've just had a tiring day. You don't know what you're saying." Relena smiled again, a very honeyed smile, trying to show off her pearly white teeth. "I was going to convince you to come with me to the new club downtown. All sorts of famous people go there too! But, since you are so tired I will stay here and comfort you and snuggle until we fall asleep on the couch."
Heero choked. "W-what! No way...I mean no, I don't want you to waste your time with me...go home to your loved ones..."
"Oh don't be silly Heero. I told them I would be with you for the night." Relena wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Heero gagged. There was no way he was even going to let her sleep on the couch, let alone in his bed with him. He shivered again, as horrible thoughts of Relena seeped into his mind. It was enough to make him puke.
Did Relena even realize how repulsive she could be? Honestly! Repulsive and stupid. Heero had always prided himself in following his emotions, and showing his anger out front. But Relena took all the bashes without even a sign of cracking. Maybe it was all in her blond mind; it couldn't register the fact that Heero loathed her so. He had considered multiple times in finding a way to convince Dr. J that Relena had money and power and it could easily be taken away if she were to be put on the 'list'. He thought against it, though. It didn't seem like a good idea, especially since he knew her personally. Most of his other victims were just a random face in a crowd. Dr. J's acquaintances, not his. Unknown to his lethal mind.
Relena was babbling on about something or other for what seemed like hours. Heero's mind strayed to his hungry stomach, which had not been privileged with dinner. Wing was running around, knocking things over because of her lack of food as well. Every time Heero tried to get up to make something to eat, or to got to the bathroom, Relena would get knocked out of her reverie and would beg him to stay and sit a while longer. He couldn't take it anymore. The woman was driving him insane, and he had to go to the bathroom really bad.
"So then I was like 'No way' and she was like 'Yeah totall- Heero, where are you going?!" Relena asked frantically when he stood up abruptly and walked away from the couch where she was sitting.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He answered in monotone.
"But I was in the middle of telling you abou-"She was cut off by the slamming of the washroom door.
He sighed as he leaned against the door, listening as he could hear Relena's pink high heels clack across his floor and stop short of the door. He predicted she had her ear pressed against the wood as if to confirm he was telling the truth. He really had to go, but it was weird to have someone listening.
"Go away!" he shouted through the door. "Can't I get a little privacy?"
Relena shot Heero a nervous glance as he came out of the bathroom finally. She hadn't even said sorry for her rudeness. He really wasn't up to enduring more of her tactics tonight. If they stayed here, she would continue to gabber on like a parrot.
He moaned. "Okay. Where is this new club?"
Relena jumped up from her seat, clapping her hands and squealing like a groupie.
"Oh Heero, I knew you would come around! Now go get changed! My chauffer will be here in 5 minutes!"
Heero slouched to his room, throwing open his closet doors, trying to find something suitable for such a scandalous and hip club. He didn't have anything particularly fascinating to wear and almost asked Relena to come in and help him. Fashion wasn't a big priority in his line of work. In fact, the point of his job was to not be seen by the victim at all. So clothes didn't matter to him, and never did.
But he settled for a blue silk shirt and white jeans, and left his apartment, Relena latched onto his arm again like a leach.
The Dream Catcher, as Relena had said, was the hottest new club in Tokyo. As the limo pulled up to the Valet parking, Heero feasted his eyes on the huge baby blue building bathed in electric lights and spotlights of many colors. The doors were made entirely out of metal, sheets of it layered over one another then bolted to create a rugged sort of look that reflected the lights. It looked almost like a very large casino, but had its own youthful look to it that wouldn't be associated with a casino. The name was out in big bold blue letters amongst a bunch of orchid flowers and high lighted in spotlights.
A long line of people were waiting out front of the doors on a red carpet that was rolled out and had blue fringes on the end. The person at the front of the line was currently begging the bouncers to let her in; that her boyfriend was waiting inside and was expecting her.
Relena dragged Heero to the front of the line, past the girl, who was down on her knees in her skimpy black dress, and flipped her blond hair over her shoulders. A bouncer pushed his sunglasses down his nose to look at her.
"Relena Peacecraft." She stated proudly, the bouncer looked at his list and back up to the girl before him, then to Heero.
"Who's that?"
"My boyfriend"
Heero winced at the words but followed as Relena was ushered inside laughing. Somehow she found it quite amusing that a whole bunch of people outside were protesting their admittance.
Inside the club, it was a lot more active. The lights were low and music pounded from every direction. As soon as you walked in, all you could see were lights of every color flashing in every direction. Disco balls hung from the ceiling, which was layered metal just like the front door. Pillars held up a small balcony with blue and white velvet falling over the railing, concealing the dance floor. The smell of lilacs and liquor wafted to Heero's nose as he took a deep breath in. He spotted a small clear blue glass door off to the side labeled 'Elevator', which obviously led to the second floor. What was up there, Heero didn't really want to ask.
Relena was wide eyed and open mouthed. Saying things about people lying about it being boring. Heero just kept taking in observations. The tiles on the floor were various shades of blue, all including glitter and something to make them shimmer. The two walked forward and pushed aside the long draping velvet to reveal the main area of the club. Relena was wowed even more. Heero scowled. The room was huge. More lights, even brighter than in the entrance hall, hung from the ceiling, stood in dark corners. A smoke machine was spraying out billowing clouds of blue fluffy the stuff. Incense was set neatly on navy blue tables that were scattered around the room with white poufs to sit on. The dance floor was made out of shiny oak wood with rhinestones inlaid in a border pattern around it. The bar was decorated with blue silk swathed over the counter tops. White feathers hung from the hems of the silk. Dream catchers hung everywhere, in all shaped, sizes and colors. The bar stools were also decorated in white and blue rhinestones. The DJ sat in the corner, his whole table was adorned with everything from feathers to glitter to disco lights and lava lamps.
Heero had to admit, it did look very impressive. Not the sleazy kind of club that you could find on a dead end street in a rural part of town. It was an upper-class club, that was easy to see, and it attracted all sorts of people. Heero gazed out to the dance floor, looking at how people were dressed and the way their bodies moved. Languidly and fluidly in a huge mass.
Relena ran up to him and latched onto his neck, giving him a huge hug until he was gasping for air.
"Heero, your clothes fit right in here!" She declared. It was true; his outfit did go with the whole color scheme of the place. But it was irrelevant to him. It wasn't like he even wanted to be here.
"OooH!" Relena squealed as the song changed from a slow, almost morbid beat to a fast techno song. "I adore this song! Heero! Dance with me!" She tugged at his sleeve, big blue eyes pleading with him. Heero shook his head.
"No Relena. I don't want to." She pouted. "No Relena! I won't!" Her eyes got teary. But he still just shook his head.
"You are a good looking girl. Ask someone else for now." He snapped. Relena huffed and turned on her heel, muttering things about getting him later.
Heero sauntered over to the bar, and sat down on one of the tall bar stools. The bartender turned to him and nodded. He was a handsome man, wearing a club uniform of tight black leather pants and a light blue t-shirt. His dark brown hair was styled so it fell in tresses over one of his eyes..
"Anything to drink sir?" He asked politely, with a European accent to his voice.
"Martini, Dry please?"
"Coming up."
"Thanks." Heero swiveled around in his chair to observe the scene before him. Relena was out in the dance floor, with a poor boy that looked almost afraid of her wild dance movements. Relena had no rhythm at all. Heero chuckled to himself, glad that he decided to not give into her pressure.
His cobalt eyes kept traveling over the crowd of people, almost deciding to join them, just to disappear into the crowd. He had no people skills, and he seriously doubted he was any better at dancing than Relena.
He was about to turn back to the bar when he did a double take. He would have recognized that braid anywhere...
TBC
Mistress Shinigami: Yes, I am bashing Relena in this story. Personally, I can't stand that bitch, so I don't know about you. I don't like the way I made Heero so...weak in caving into her demands, but I don't know about that either. Tell me what you think.
Chibi Duo: I wasn't in this chapter! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??!
Mistress Shinigami: Ah....but your braid was-
Chibi Duo: Yeah, right at the very end! You are so cruel....
Mistress Shinigami: Yeah I know. Review people! You know I luuuve you! Tell me if I'm still going to fast with the plotty plot.