Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. All characters you don't recognize will undoubtedly be mine though.
Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm back from taking some time off with my writing! Anyways, this fanfic is sort of like a prequal to my other story 'Return to Me'. You don't have to know that particular story to read this one. (But you might want to read it after this if you haven't already). 'Wait for Me' deals with the Heero/Relina relationship I mentioned in my other fic. Again I'll apologize to any OOCness that may occur with any of the characters since I'm not that familiar with the anime and its characters. (I've only seen a few episodes and that had been years ago). Well, hope you like it, happy reading. Now on with the story!
Wait for Me
Prologue
A dark figure stood over the prone body on the floor. Critically eyeing the young girl, the killer tilted its head to the side before crouching down next to her.
"Hmm …" the figure mused thoughtfully. "Not quite finished yet."
With a care that one would use to lift a delicate glass figurine, a cold, limp hand was picked up and placed atop the bloodied chest. A satisfied smile stretched across the killer's lips as the person stood up and marveled at the latest victim. Making sure that the girl's head was turned at just the right angle, a hard bound book was lifted off from the coffee table. Gloved hands touched the volume with an almost reverent gesture.
"Well, my love," came the soft whisper. "I hope this will give you more inspirations. The young lady and I were only too happy to help you out."
A soft chuckle was heard in the silent room. It was pure genius to leave the book on the floor, just in front of the girl's dull and lifeless eyes.
Maybe they'll figure it out this time, the killer thought. I couldn't possibly make it any more easier for San Francisco's finest.
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"What do we have, Daine?"
A police officer with sandy blond hair turned at the question and saw the dark-haired Japanese man duck underneath the yellow tape. He nodded to the newcomer as he walked up to him and led his colleague inside the house.
"Young girl, early twenties, mutilated like the others," Officer Daine Jackson said. "Only this time it looked like our perp got a little more creative."
Heero Yuy glanced at the other man. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Detective," he said hesitantly. "I'm not sure, but if I was to hazard a guess I'd say the guy actually placed the victim in a pose."
The detective raised an eyebrow at what the man said and gave him a skeptical look.
"You'd have to see it for yourself," he told Heero.
Both men stepped inside the living room and kneeled next to the body. Heero noted the now familiar pattern of the knife wounds on the girl. As with the previous victims, this recent one was left in a pool of blood. But like Daine said it looked like the girl was carefully positioned this time.
The right hand was placed over the gaping hole where the heart would have been. Looking at the other arm, Heero noted that, though it was bent at the elbow, it looked like it was reaching out for something. About a foot away, he saw a book lying on the floor. The young detective looked back at the body and noticed that the book was in direct view of the victim's sight.
"Was that book where it is before anyone got here?" Heero asked the officer.
The blond looked insulted as he said, "You know we're not suppose to touch or move anything in the crime scene."
Heero ignored the comment from the offended officer. When the detective remained quiet, Daine gestured towards the book.
"So, you think our guy wants us to find the body looking at the book?"
"Hm." Heero read the front cover. Blindsided. By Lenira McPierson. "I want you to check the files of the previous victims. See if any of them have a copy of this lying around their place the day they died."
TBC:
Preview from Chapter 1:
Sally picked up one of the volumes and read the author's name. "Lenira McPeirson. I haven't read any of her books. Mystery's really not my thing, but from what I gather I think she's a pretty good writer. Her books are always on the bestseller lists."
"Well, that's good to know," Relina said, amusement lighting up her eyes. She picked up one of the books herself. "I wouldn't call myself a fan of hers exactly, but it's nice to hear someone's work is appreciated."
