To Kill a Prince
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Chapter 4: Wrong...Mission Possible
He lay in the soft bed, not really sleeping, just resting. His eyes were glazed over, deep in thought, staring at a particular spider who was wondering what the big deal was. But Duo didn't even know the spider was there. He didn't care. He was too drowned in his feelings to notice much anyhow. His breathing was slow and steady. Dawn was about to break, and he hadn't got much sleep. Wufei would worry when he saw the bags under his eyes and wonder what he did all night before he came home.
What would Duo have said? Right after Wufei left The Dream Catcher, everything else seemed a blur. A blur that he had enjoyed. Little tidbits kept flashing through his mind of the night previous, slowly piecing together what was foggy in his fatigue brain. Heero, the dance, the girl, the way Heero ran away from him. He was getting nothing but mixed emotions from the other, older boy. Just when Duo was certain he knew what Heero was thinking, he went and disappeared. Heero intrigued him. There was more and more he wanted to know about this mysterious stranger.
Duo wanted to have a coffee with him. Maybe that would clear things up a bit.
Yes! He was determined to find him. Take him out for a coffee. Talk to him like he had at The Dream Catcher.
Back then, Duo had thought he was getting somewhere with Heero. Unpredictably, the cobalt eyed wonder ran. And the blonde girl chased after him. Duo knew then that Heero had lied about her.
Heero had been there with that girl. If it was of his own accord, that Duo didn't know. But Duo didn't like being lied to, and it hurt him to find out Heero had a girlfriend and neglected to tell him. Heero had lied in the park and in the club. No, he didn't like it when Heero lied.
More snippets of his memory fell into place.
When Heero had left the dance floor and run off, Duo had watched him leave, an arm outstretched in the direction he had gone. Duo must have been in a sort of daze because it took him two minutes to come back. He dashed out the door, a few seconds behind that annoyingly loud blonde girl, watching her chase a taxi down the road in her pink expensive heels. Heero had gone away in that Taxi. And Duo mentally slapped himself. He should have followed him to the bar, and out the door. Why? He wasn't so sure. But surely such a character would need to be investigated, right?
Duo had then walked the streets of Tokyo, trying to slap off prostitutes and other such people before finally going home to his apartment.
Wufei was already in bed, surprisingly, and was sleeping soundly, purring like a little kitten and clawing at the side of the bed where his boyfriend should have been. Duo slipped under the covers, fully clothed and rested his head against Wufei's chest.
There was a content sigh from the Chinese man's lips as he snuggled closer to the new warmth.
This left Duo where he was. The end of his memory of the previous night's activities ended there. Wufei still clung to the braided boy like a lifeline, breathing evenly and sweetly in a blissful dream.
Duo wondered faintly how Heero looked when he was sleeping. Would his chiseled features still be that way, carved into a stony frown? Or would he relax like Wufei did? Would he have a faint smile on his closed lips, or would his mouth hang open, a bit of drool rolling down his chin.
Duo shook his head at his own stupidity. He should be thankful for the creature next to him now. Wufei was strict and sometimes got a little aggressive, but he still loved Duo. That was why he exploded the day in the park. Because he loved him. And besides, Duo's head reasoned, the awful bruise on his arm had healed.... And they still had managed to have so much fun. Out there on the dance floor it seemed as though no one existed except for Wufei and him. Then Wufei had to leave, and Duo was all alone, with Heero watching him...
There was a stir as Wufei started to wake. The Chinese man shifted in his spot, yawning, his eyelashes fluttering open.
"Morning Duo. When did you get home?" He asked in between a stretch.
Duo shrugged. "I don't remember." The braided boy wasn't facing him, but somehow, he knew Wufei was frowning.
"You weren't drunk were you? Because if you were, you could have done something you would regret you know. I don't want you to end up like you were before..."
"Don't bring that up Wufei, please? I don't want to have to think about that. Let's just rest okay?" Duo's eyes were lined with tears. No, he didn't want to talk about that. Wufei patted his shoulder and the two snuggled together again, The Chinese man's arms wrapped possessively around his boyfriend's waist.
"I love you Duo..." He breathed. "I really do."
"I know. I...love you too Fei."
- - - -
Heero flicked his cigarette over the side of the building. He didn't usually smoke, except on the brink of the mission, as he was now.
The roof of the building was barren and windy, the clouds shifting over the sun to make the air colder than it already was. He pulled on a light jacket, trying to shield himself from the wind as much as possible. He couldn't have the shivers for what he was about to do.
Earlier that morning, Heero had done a strenuous exercise to get him ready for his mission. He needed to get that braided baka out of his head so he could focus. He had no time for silly, high school appropriate thoughts. He had jogged around the streets for more than two hours, went home and had a shower, grabbed his equipment, then headed to Tokyo hospital. More accurately, the building next door. And there, he waited for the exact moment when he knew Dr. Sally Po would come to her office for patient files.
And that moment was almost upon him.
He picked up his long Tippmann A-5 sniper gun and loaded. He had two minutes. Heero paced up and down the length of the building roof, trying to find the perfect angle at which to shoot. He knew people seriously underestimated him. He WAS only 21 years old. He liked to think of it as payback for all the people who though he was just some dumb high school dropout. But that was never enough for the guilt he always felt afterwards.
Heero checked his watch with a quick glance, and then placed his eye on the eye piece, giving him a close up view of the large sterile white office. "Three...Two...one...action"
As if one cue, the door to the office swung open, admitting a young woman in her mid twenties. Her light honey colored hair was done in two fancy twirled braids and her eyes were slanted upwards. She was tall and wearing a long white coat, holding a clip board.
She walked up to her desk and ruffled through the papers there, some spilling all over the floor. Heero's finger twitched over the trigger, and he waited. Just a few more milliseconds....
Sally Po stood back up and turned to walk out of the door. The trigger was pulled sharply and the bullet crashed through the window, zooming past the few potted plants and headed with great accuracy to its target. The doctor heard the small noise and turned around, meeting the bullet right in her forehead.
Heero could see the woman's face through the eye piece. Shock was drawn across her sleek features, before her eyes clouded over, filling with blood that rolled down her cheeks like tears. The clip board fell limply from her hand and her body collapsed to the floor, blood splattering on the blank white tile and her body let out one last groan. She was dead.
Heero took the eyepiece away from his face and sighed. Job done. Now he could go home and collapse on the couch. Maybe.
He started to pack away his gun. A guy with a backpack slung over his shoulder was way less suspicious than a gun slung over his shoulder. He took off the main cap and disassembled the intricate equipment. Then he heard the loud scream.
It came from the direction of Dr. Po's office. A younger girl, a nurse had found the body and was wailing like her life depended on it.
"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" She was hollering. Heero winced. A body had never been found before he had the chance to get away before. Ducking below the ledge of the roof, he continued to pack away his gun quickly and almost inefficiently. Getting caught was the last thing he wanted by now.
Zipping up his backpack, Heero slung it over his shoulder, listening as more voices joined the screaming girls. He could hear police sirens in the distance and he scrambled for the roof door, putting gloves on and flinging the handle open. Down a whole flight of stairs he flew, rushing to the elevator where he let out a deep sigh of relief. He should be safe by now. No one had noticed him on the roof; no one had heard his mad scuttle to the door and elevator. Dr. Po was dead.
Mission accomplished.
When the slow elevator made it to the main floor, his heart beat had slowed down greatly, and he looked like any other calm, curious person from the building. Heero exited through the thin glass doors to see a whole group of police cars surrounding the hospital next door. News crews were trying to force their way through the barricade of officers trying to get answers to the questions they had. Heero turned away from the commotion walking briskly down a block or two to where his rarely used car was parked. He got inside slamming the door behind him and revving the engine.
He threw his backpack into the passenger seat and took a deep breath before stepping on the gas.
He quickly lit another cigarette and took a long drag from it. It was time to go home and relax. He rubbed his tired eyes and tried to concentrate on the road as it blurred in front of him. He had been up way too late the night previous, he just couldn't sleep. Even though he had been sleepy as hell when he got home, the memory was enough to keep him awake even longer than he wanted to be.
Heero promised himself he wouldn't think about it. If he did, he would have to extinguish his cigarette butt on the thin flesh of his hand. That's what he threatened to do. But to no avail. Violet eyes swam in his head, torturing him, hazing his concentration. Why did fate have to haunt him so? What did he ever do to make the gods unhappy and torment him like this?
Heero cursed several times under his breath and almost gave into the urge to bang his head off the steering wheel. Almost. The last thing he needed was a cop to come and inspect him and his car for signs of drunkenness. If they found his backpack and looked inside...well, let's just say there would be another serial killer caught.
There was a small tune sounding from his glove box, and Heero reached over to open it, taking out his cell pone and flipping it open. It was his private line, no one could access it unless they had his password and he had pirated a line on an expensive satellite for total control of the calls even with a power outage. Only one other person had this number, and that was Dr. J.
"Moshi Moshi?" he answered.
"Heero. It's me."
"I know sir; you're the only one with my number."
"Clever boy. Is it done?"
Heero knew what he meant, as there were only three reasons the Dr. needed to contact him. 1) To give him a mission, 2) to find out how the mission went and 3) To give him his pay.
"Yes sir. Victim is dead, but-"
"But?" Dr. J didn't like that word at all.
"But police cars came in record time, by the time I was driving away; there were over 50 patrol cars. I think they're onto me."
There was a loud snort from the other end of the phone. "So the great Heero Yuy is finally starting to slip eh?"
"I didn't say that sir, I just think we should wait a while before I nail the next victim."
"I don't know Yuy, if you are slipping, I might just have to fire you. I can't let anyone find out about what I'm doing."
"Yes sir. I understand." Heero swallowed. He couldn't afford to be fired. Sure, money wise he was well off, but if Dr. J wanted to fire him, there was no way he was going to be alive long enough to walk out his employer's office. Heero knew too much and if he was fired, then Dr. J would think he would squeal and eliminate him before Heero could say a word to anyone.
"But I trust you, Yuy. I believe in second chances, most of the time. So I'm willing to give you another chance. Don't screw up as badly as you did today by letting the cops come so fast. I'll inform you when I have the next person from my 'list' set up."
The call ended and Heero moaned. Why did his life have to be so messed up all the time?
- - - -
Wufei was riveted to the TV. Unmoving from his spot on the couch. Duo, who had been reading the paper next to him, waved a hand in front of his face.
"Fei, you're gonna fall off the couch." He said warily, eyeing the expensive purple velvet piece of furniture he prized so much.
Wufei wasn't listening. He was staring unblinkingly at the news reporter on the screen of the plasma television.
The Girl with the microphone was solemn, her well defined features contorted in an almost forced sadness. She spoke gravely to the camera, trying to be louder than the commotion of sirens and shouts coming from the scene behind her.
"Another mysterious death has occurred, today in Tokyo hospital, only this one took everyone by suprise. It wasn't a patient that has passed away, but one of Japan's most prized surgeons, Dr. Sally Po, who was shot in the forehead mere minutes ago. I'm live outside Tokyo hospital, where the word is that she was found lying on the floor of her office when Nurse Une walked in. Dr. Po was last seen alive going to her office for patient files. I'm here with the horror struck Nurse, to find out what exactly she saw."
A tall woman with long brown hair was pushed gently into the screen with the reporter, shaking slightly.
"Tell us what happened." The reporter urged calmly. Nurse Une swallowed as the microphone was thrust towards her mouth.
"Uh...well I-I was walking down the hall to see if I could find Dr. Po. I f-figured she would be in her office so I checked there. And I found her. There was blood all over the floor, and her eyes were still open..." Tears were gathering in Nurse Une's eyes and she flung herself away from the camera into the arms of a tall man with Carmel colored hair.
The reporter looked back at the camera. "There you have it. A first hand account of what was seen. Police say that Dr. Po was not shot by someone in the same room, as they found a bullet hole in the window of her office, though where it could have come from is unknown. With no one to inherit Dr. Po's fortune, all her money will go to her only other living relative, her uncle Dr. J; the owner of Pearlies Department store. This is Reporter Kumi Saitoko, live, Tokyo hospital."
Wufei reached for the remote, shutting off the TV, mouth still hanging open. Duo was quiet, looking cautiously at Wufei who was clenching the clicker hard enough to break.
"Sally..."He whispered. Duo had heard the Chinese man talk about Dr. Sally Po many times. Sally and Wufei had been best friends since high school, both of Chinese origin, they got along great. The two had even tried dating until Wufei found out his own preferences. Even then, they stayed close friends. Duo had even met her once or twice and she seemed like a really nice woman. And now she was dead.
Wufei wasn't going to be taking this well. Not one bit....
TBC
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