Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters from this story that are originally from Card Captor Sakura, Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, Yu Yu Hakusho, or any other miscellaneous anime series. Card Captor Sakura is property of CLAMP, Gundam Wing is property of Sunrise, Sailor Moon is property of Naoko Takeuchi, and Yu Yu Hakusho is property of Yoshihiro Togashi. All original characters and ideas are mine, but I take no credit for the superb work done in the creation of the main characters of my fiction, who are all property of one of the above said artists.
Author's Notes:
This is the beginning of my second fic. It is rated PG-13/R for language, violence, and possible sexual situations that may occur in future chapters. For those of you who read my earlier posting of Gangs of Tokyo, this one is completely different. I decided to rewrite the story, making substantial changes. The theme and main plot of the story is still the same, but it is mostly unrelated to the earlier posting. Hopefully this one is better, or at least the same, as the first posting.
Gangs of Tokyo
By CCS ZER0
Prologue: The Stage Is Set
Gundams
"This is a bad idea Milliardo," stated a young man with slightly ruffled brown hair, piercing cobalt blue eyes, and an expression that displayed his obvious misgivings about the current plans. "You could be walking into a trap."
"I agree," said a girl with short aquamarine hair and insightful blue eyes, who was about the same age as the young man she was agreeing with. "The Captors are not as stupid as the Yangs."
"We've been over this a number of times already, Heero and Ami," answered Milliardo Peacecraft. Milliardo gently ran a hand through his long platinum blonde hair and sighed. "Both Mamoru and I know you two don't think this is the right course of action, but we have to find out what the Captors want."
"Then let us come with you," stated Ami Mizuno.
"We all know that Ami and myself are the best you've got," continued Heero Yuy.
"That is exactly why you two aren't coming along," responded Mamoru Chiba. "While this is a very important meeting, it is more necessary for you two to take our place while we are gone. With Noin and Usagi coming along with us, I'm sure we'll be able to handle any traps that might be waiting for us."
Heero and Ami were about to begin protesting once again when they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Enter," stated Milliardo.
When the door opened, Ami and Heero watched a striking girl about the same age as Milliardo and Mamoru walk into the room, hips swaying side to side in the process. Giving Ami and Heero a sexy smile from behind her long purple bangs that covered part of her face, she continued to the far end of the room. "Everything is ready," said Lucrezia Noin as she walked up to Milliardo and gave her husband a quick kiss. "Whenever you two are ready to leave, Usagi is already waiting by the car." After telling Milliardo and Mamoru what she had come to say, Noin took a moment to look at the expressions on the faces of the two junior members in the room. As she had expected, Heero didn't have much of an expression on his handsome face, but to Noin's slight surprise, the usually cheerful looking Ami was frowning a bit, indicating she was obviously unhappy about something. "I take it you two still aren't convinced that you don't need to come to this meeting."
The unmoving expressions of Heero and Ami made the truthfulness of Noin's comment very apparent.
"Don't worry," said Milliardo. "They both know we can handle this meeting without them." Milliardo turned away from his wife and faced Heero and Ami and continued. "Besides, the Captors, and everyone else for that matter, know nothing about either of you, and I see no reason to tell them now."
Milliardo, Noin, and Mamoru all watched the expressions of Ami and Heero shift ever so slightly, indicating they had finally, although reluctantly, accepted the decision made by the two leaders. Knowing he had finally won the small debate, a small grin crept across Milliardo's lips and as he walked out of the room, followed by Noin and Mamoru, he gave Ami a gentle kiss on the cheek, and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder.
"Take care of things while we're gone," called out Mamoru over his shoulder as he passed through the doorway.
Unseen by everyone except Ami, Heero tightly balled up his fists and swearing under his breath, punched the solid granite statue present in the room so hard that he managed to crack it. Normally Heero didn't show any emotions, including anger, around other people, but Ami was an exception. Heero and Ami were by no means a couple, although many of the other gang members had gotten together in such a manner. Heero and Ami had slept together before, and in fact were the first and only person the other had ever been with, but they had never really officially gotten together. Pretty much all of the rest of the gang thought Heero and Ami were perfect for each other, but Heero and Ami themselves felt more comfortable just acting as each others' confidant and better half.
"Calm down Heero," said Ami gently as she took Heero's hands into her own and looked him right in the eyes to keep him from damaging anything else.
Heero took a deep breath, knowing Ami was right in that he had to keep his cool. "Go get your guns and meet me in the garage," said Heero in his usual calm and collected tone of voice.
Ami was visibly caught off guard by Heero's comment. "Why?" she asked. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to that meeting," answered Heero. "We'll hang back and stay out of sight, but I am not letting them go without sufficient backup."
The look of curiosity left Ami's face, and a playful grin crossed her soft lips. "I was waiting for you to say that," she answered. Then dropping Heero's hands and walking to the door, Ami called back over her shoulder, "I'll be there in ten."
Heero couldn't help but smile while watching Ami's gorgeous body move as she walked out of the room. Heero cared for Ami more than anyone else that he knew, and also felt that even if they did spend the rest of their lives together they would probably be happy. But despite that, he and Ami still had no intentions of becoming a couple. Their uncertain future still did not change the fact that Ami knew Heero better than anyone alive and was always able to predict his thoughts and actions. After Ami left the room, Heero took his leave as well, and headed up to his own room to get prepared. As he walked into the foyer and up the large staircase to the bedrooms, he found himself silently thankful that the rest of the gang had gone out for the night to party. Being one of the most efficient of the gang members gave Heero some leadership status and therefore his actions were rarely questioned, but he had a feeling that had anyone else been around, they would be asking where he was going and wondering if he was making a wise decision. When Heero entered his room, he headed toward his closet to change.
Heero's room at first glance looked fairly small for one of the gang's top members, however looks can be very deceiving. The first reason his room was small was because he was not one of the many members who shared a room with their significant other. Ami did spend the night in Heero's room every now and then, but she still had her own room down the hall. The second reason was because Heero had not one, but two walk-in closets. The main closet was a very standard size closet with the normal assortment of clothes, shoes, and other accessories. The second closet was substantially larger than the first, and was only accessible through a very well disguised door located just inside the main closet. This closet was filled with a wide enough assortment of tools, guns, and other weaponry for a small military task force.
In his main closet, Heero pulled out the normal type of outfit he wore when going out on assignment. While most people found all black to be the way to dress when going out on a mission, especially a covert one, Heero preferred something a little different. Heero found that all black didn't quite blend perfectly, since in public people often took notice of people dressed in all black, and when sneaking around, all black was a little too dark, and was sometimes noticeable within the shadows. Heero did wear black pants and a black jacket, but instead of a black shirt, he always wore either a dark blue, red, or green shirt. This slight inclusion of color in his wardrobe made it possible for Heero to blend-in in both public and shadow.
For this particular occasion, Heero chose a dark green T-shirt, black slacks, and a black leather jacket. After donning his clothing, Heero walked into his weapons closet. Already knowing which and how many guns he planned on taking, Heero wasted no time in grabbing two shoulder holsters and a double belt holster. Quickly putting on the shoulder holsters underneath his jacket and positioning the belt holster directly in line with the center of his back, Heero made his way to his handgun rack. From the large assortment of meticulously kept weapons, Heero pulled down a pair of gold plated .50AE Desert Eagles with 12.6mm barrels, and a pair of black 10mm Auto Glock pistols. Heero placed the powerful Desert Eagles, which had black handles with gold dragons engraved on them, inside his jacket in his shoulder holsters and put the smaller, albeit it not by much, Glocks, which had the same gold dragons, Heero's trademark, on the handles, in the two holsters attached to his belt on his back. Then grabbing an extra clip for each of his four guns, Heero went back downstairs to wait for Ami.
Shortly after Heero finished getting ready, Ami made her way down the stairs. In her thigh high black skirt and dark blue form fitting top, Ami was dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively. It always amazed Heero the slightest bit how the girls of his gang could dress so provocatively and still manage to be able to hide their guns and move with such agility. For tonight, Ami chose to bring two guns; a sub-compact Beretta .32 Caliber pistol in a holster strapped on her inner upper right thigh, and another, slightly larger, Glock .40 Caliber in her matching dark blue purse. Both guns were black with Ami's personal emblem, the Mercury Star symbol, engraved in a sparkling, yet eerie blue, on the handle.
"You look great," complimented Heero when Ami reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Thanks," responded Ami, following her reply with a kiss on the lips to show her gratitude to Heero for the compliment.
"But you do realize that if all goes well, nobody will even see you tonight, right?"
"Maybe I'm all dressed up just for your benefit," said Ami seductively as she ran a finger along the neckline of Heero's shirt.
"I'm not complaining," responded Heero with a grin. Ami and Heero then started laughing lightly as their friendly dialogue came to an end. "Anyway, you ready to go?"
"Yeah," answered Ami. "Which car did you want to take?"
Heero pulled a set of car keys from his jacket pocket. "We'll take the BMW," said Heero, referring to the metallic black BMW 545i parked amongst the plentiful number of vehicles in the Gundams' garage.
The two got into the spotless powerful luxury sedan and Heero started the car and turned up the rock music coming from the installed eight speaker stereo. Putting the car in gear, Heero stepped on the gas and accelerated out the garage and through the automatic opening and closing front gate.
"Bring up the Navigation Tracker," Heero said to Ami in the passenger seat. "Let's see where they are."
Ami reached over to the center dash, just above the stereo, and pulled up the wood panel covering a small LCD touch screen. Pushing in the proper commands, Ami had the screen display their position as well as the position of the Lincoln Navigator that Milliardo, Mamoru, Noin, and Usagi were occupying. "They're about six miles ahead of us and maybe fifteen minutes out from the destination."
Heero nodded in understanding and sped the car up a bit, wanting to at least halve the distance between himself and the leaders before the first car reached the building the meeting was to take place in.
Captors
At the same time, on the other side of town, a very similar interaction was taking place. "We've already been over this," said a tall and well built young man with dark black hair framing a handsome face and mysterious eyes. "All of you are not to interfere."
"Fine. I understand," came a harsh answer from the other end of the line, following by a sudden click of the line bring disconnected.
Touya Kinomoto sighed as he placed his phone back in his jacket pocket. Touya was the leader of the notorious Captors gang, but occasionally had trouble controlling the free spirits of some of his subordinates.
"Think he'll come anyway?" asked another young man, about the same age as Touya, with silver hair, glasses, and a face that attracted every girl who looked his way. Yukito Tsukishiro looked harmless and sweet, but his perfect acting exterior was all an elaborate illusion. In addition to being the second in command of the Captors and one of the best and most ruthless killers in the city, Yukito was also one of the biggest playboys in the gang. That wasn't to say he was disrespectful or dangerous to the women he encountered, in fact he was quite the opposite, but the sheer number of women who entered his room one night and didn't leave till the next morning was beyond most people's imagination.
"He won't," answered a female voice from the seat behind Yukito before Touya had a chance to respond.
Yukito turned around to look at the beautiful girl, about his own age, with long light blue hair, beautiful pale skin, and caring and insightful pink eyes. "You sound very sure of yourself," he said.
"Botan's right," agreed Naoko Yanagisawa, a cute younger brunette with glasses and the most innocent of smiles. "If he was going to disobey this order he would have just followed us and not called to reassert his opinion again."
"I'd have to agree with Botan and Naoko," stated Touya. "Calling ahead just isn't his style."
"I guess you're all right," conceded Yukito. "Now, let's just get this mission over with. I don't want to miss my date." The two girls in the back seat laughed at the playboy antics of Yukito, and Touya sped up slightly, also anxious to get this meeting with Milliardo Peacecraft and the Gundams over with.
Back at the main house and headquarters of the Captors, a teenager with a perfectly fit body, slightly rustled brown hair, and intense amber eyes, stared out the window with clenched fists and the shattered remains of a cordless telephone at his feet. Syaoran Li had been so angry that he destroyed the phone instead of just hanging up with Touya.
"Touya didn't say what you wanted to hear I assume," came a sweet and innocent voice from the doorway behind Syaoran. He didn't even have to turn around to know who was addressing him, not only because he easily recognized her voice, but also because he could see the reflection of the light brown haired, emerald eyed beauty in the window.
"I've been considering going to that meeting anyway," responded Syaoran. "Despite what your brother says."
"You're not going," said Sakura Kinomoto, still in her sweet and kind voice, not in any way menacing. "If you were going, you would already be gone."
To this comment, Syaoran turned around to face Sakura, and was slightly surprised to find that she was not alone. She was flanked on one side by a short, slightly evil looking, guy with spiked black hair with a white streak, and on the other side by a taller, calm and collected young man with long red hair. While Syaoran had seen Sakura very clearly in the window's reflection, the other two had managed to stay hidden in the shadows, just like they always did.
"Why aren't you two with the rest of the gang at the club?" Syaoran asked to the two previously unseen members.
"How come you only ask us and not little Sakura here?" responded the shorter of the two guys as he jokingly messed with Sakura's hair. Hiei Jaganeshi didn't really mean any disrespect, but it was just in his nature to sound offended when anyone questioned where he was.
"What Hiei meant to say was, we are meeting the others at the club in a bit," intervened Yoko Kurama. "Like Sakura, we wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid. Now that we know you are not, we will take our leave." As he turned to leave, Kurama gave the younger and shorter Sakura a kiss on the head and then walked out the door, followed by Hiei. Syaoran may have been younger than both Hiei and Kurama, but the nature of all their different skills had Syaoran acting as a higher ranking member of the gang, despite his young age.
"I understand how you feel," consoled Sakura as she walked up to stand by Syaoran after Hiei and Kurama were out of sight. "I feel the same way. I would much rather be out there making sure nothing happens to Touya and the others than be cooped up here."
The two teenagers spent a while standing next to each other and staring out the window into the night. The complete silence between the two was not an uncomfortable one by any means, but eventually Syaoran got restless and broke the mood. "I'm going for a drive. Want to come along?"
"Sure," answered Sakura with a nod of her head. Syaoran nodded back to the younger sister of his gang leader, and the two went to the garage to get a car.