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"Dr. J." Real name: unknown. True age: unknown. His entire past had been eradicated, like all those who joined The Hunters. As a young recruit, he had been known to be particularly reckless, and he had been known to work alone.

Dr. J was not the usual recruit, however. He was not a bored politician's son, or an orphan with nowhere else to go. He had joined to fill his boundless ambition, and he had led himself to do exactly down that at this early stage in his life.

* * * *

Heero searched and searched the house. Duo was out. Heero had to know, had to get proof...

But Heero didn't want proof. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to confirm what he already knew.

* * * *

Dr. J lost his right hand "in the line of duty" at age 29. "Luckily" for him, this was the time when new prosthetic limb technology had become available to those in his position. His hand was replaced with the only movable hand available at the time: "the claw."

Later in his lifetime, he would become notorious from his refusals to switch to a newer, more realistic, more functional model. In a report to his superiors, he stated the following:

"Though a newly created model had become obtainable, I do not wish to upgrade from the 'claw' model. I wish to apply for a position above common hunter status, and it would be pointless to switch now. I hereby place my application in the running for a position in research and development, on project Yuy."

He was 40.

* * * *

He slammed the vampire against the wall of the alley, aiming his katana for its head. The bloodthirsty beast dodged and ripped away from his grip. The young man leapt back and crouched into a fighting position, ready for combat.

The vampire pushed off the wall and rushed for him, claws outstretched. In one liquid movement, he dodged. Again. Again. Again. In its movements, the vampire had managed to trap him against the wall.

One eye stared, the other shadowed by long bangs. One eye, holding no remorse, no emotions.

The boy drew back, and prepared to renew his attack.

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The Hunters were a secret government organization, created to keep vampires out of the public eye. On this earth, these unholy creatures had walked and lived and breathed for as long as mankind.

Vampires had no rules, no regulations. They went out and killed, drained, or made vampires out of every human they ran across. Still, they sought to keep their existence a secret.

The leader of the vampires in this era, an ancient one known as "Zechs." (In truth, he had many names, but for now, he went by Zechs.) Zechs knew what most didn't realize: if the truth about them came out, then humans would rise against them and destroy them, or vice versa. Either way, vampires would die out.

So, in a series of secret meetings with top government officials, Zechs laid out his terms for peace between human and vampire. A treaty was soon formed, called the Sub Rosa Treaty. As a human condition on the treaty, the secret policing organization known as the Hunters was formed.

The job of the hunters was to kill any vampire who broke the terms of the treaty. Many did not agree with the terms, and thus, there was plenty of work.

The vampires were happy, the humans were happy. But they were all deceived.

Project Yuy, a project begun inside the Hunters without consent, had begun.

* * * *

Heero opened the door to Duo's room a crack. He flung it wide open.

His eyes flew around, assessing what he had suspected. No one slept in this room. The dust was uninterrupted across the room. There were no footprints. Dust covered the small cot. There were no mirrors, no personal touches. Nothing.

The only conclusion: no one lived here. No one slept in this room.

Heero closed the door, trembling. How could he have allowed himself to be so blind for so long? How?

Because, he liked Duo. Genuinely liked him. Maybe more...no.

Heero had no emotions. Heero could never have emotions.

Heero couldn't allow himself to feel anything for the enemy.

* * * *

Project Yuy, the creation of the perfect Hunter. This creature would posses augmented strength equal to that of a vampire. They would be skilled in every martial art and weapon available. Multiple languages....computer skills....

And they would have no emotions.

Within weeks of joining Project Yuy, Dr. J was one of its leading directors. He was in charge of overseeing the young children recruited from orphanages all over the country to be a part of Project Yuy.

Only one would survive the rigorous training.

Code name: Heero Yuy. He was taken at age 6 after losing his parents in a fire. By age 10, he could take down a fully-grown vampire alone. Still, the directors were not content.

Heero was to be wiped of all emotions, and mentally reprogrammed to destroy all vampires he came across.

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The vampire leapt for the boy's throat, pinning him to the wall. Slowly, he leaned in, clearly intrigued by the flow of blood he sensed in the boy's heart. He leaned in, prepared to drain him.

The boy's arm flashed out, the blunt edge of his katana meeting the side of the vampire's head and knocking it back from him. Placing a knee in his stomach, he held the blade inches from its head.

"W...wait! You can't kill me! I didn't do nothing wrong!" the miserable creature cried at him. A blonde boy stepped into the shadows of the alley, impassive at this scene.

The boy with one visible, cold eye, replied, "You are in violation of paragraph 22-A of the Sub Rosa Treaty of 2015. Your crime is as follows: no vampire is permitted to kill a victim unless they are under the influence of a blood frenzy. You drained and killed a young girl less than a day ago, and must pay for your crime."

"No..no! It was an accident! An accident, I tell ya!"

"Trowa, finish him off." The blonde boy looked away, hiding the brief pity that flashed in his eyes.

The blade bit into the vampire's throat hungrily, all his stolen blood poured onto the ground. A small silver cross was placed on the corpse. Within seconds, the blood and body had been burned away.

Trowa stood, walked to the blonde boy, and held him in his arms, "Quatre, it still bothers you....doesn't it?"

Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes, bringing the first smile to his face he had had all day, "No Trowa, I'm used to this....life now. I came to report to you our new mission. We are to begin immediately." Quatre broke the embrace.

* * * *

Heero sank to his knees, uncertain of what to do.

His ears perked up. The door had opened.

Duo was home.

* * * *

"We are to find Heero Yuy, a fellow Hunter who has gone missing."