Author : ChibiCriminal
Title : Death With A Kiss
Rating : I'm going to keep it at an R level, or M, or whatever wants. It's not bad now, but it will get darker and slashier as it goes.
Disclaimer : I'm just taking them out of the box to play with them for a while. Japan can have them back in just a little bit, mmk? Chibi wants them for herself, but she cannot have them, so while other people are making money on Heero and Duo, I am not. Do not sue me unless you want all of my college debt I am accumulating.
Warnings: Yaoi. 1+2+1/1x2x1 , 3+4/3x4 and I have no idea what to do with Wufei right now. . . give me a chapter or two to figure that one out. . .Suggestions are good. Drop me a line in a review or email.
Prologue: Timing Is Everything
The chestnut haired boy sat quietly at his plain wooden table, staring off into the distance as he slowly swirled his mint tea. Bright amethyst eyes remained unfocused in the quiet darkness, proving that the boy's mind was somewhere else entirely. The spoon he held gently scraped along the side of the cup, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the worn counter top, creating the only noise in the small, broken down kitchen, which was hardly much noise at all. He frowned for a moment, still staring at nothing, then looked down into his cooling tea, seeing his reflection ripple in the liquid. The sugar had all sunk to the bottom and now lay there heavily, a rather large pile in the bottom of the small coffee cup. He hated cold tea.
With a slight flick of the mind, it was steaming once more and he continued to stir, taking a small sip and letting a wistful sigh fall from his lips. He continued to drum his fingers on the counter top, letting his mind fall back once more into earlier thoughts, his eyes straying to the window and the stars outside. New assignment. He'd have to leave shortly in order to make it to his new destination on time. And in his line of work, timing was everything. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for him, he had all the time in the world to spare.
What is the name this time? The boy wondered silently, eyes still trained on the night sky. Hmm. Heero Yui, if I'm not mistaken. An odd name, to be sure, one that rolled strangely across the tongue, but in a pleasant way. Interesting. Unfortunately, he had to travel half way across the globe to find this Heero Yui, and he was supposed to be arriving early the next morning to complete enrollment in his school. He finished the warm mint tea with a swift chug and set the glass back down, wincing at the strong taste. The boy stood, hesitating only a moment to glance around the seedy apartment he had occupied for the last four months. With another quick run through of his mental check list of personal possessions, the braided boy made sure nothing was left behind, then grabbed his black coat from the back of the kitchen chair, throwing it over his shoulder. He turned towards the splintering door and smirked, vanishing the chipped tea cup as his foot steps echoed softly on the yellowing linoleum.
Timing was everything, and Heero Yui had an appointment with death. . .and death was never late.
An auburn haired young man sat silently on the roof of a worn and crumbling building, staring up into the liquid night sky, emerald eyes cloudy with emotion. Pale lips formed a half frown as he watched a shooting star fall from the heavens, disappearing long before it hit the earth's surface, burned away to little more than dust. He pushed at his bangs, clearing his vision for a moment, before the hair fell back into place, like it always did. His mind wandered briefly to the thought of his own end, creating the familiar ache within his chest. He knew it well.
He turned his vision to the crumpled paper lying a few feet away, swaying with the slight breeze, threatening to blow over the side of the worn brick ledge. It scraped and jumped over the rough roof as the wind picked up and was carried over the edge of the tall building. He frowned and with the slightest hint of his mind, it sailed back into his waiting hand.
He uncrumpled it tenderely, staring at the name smeared crookedly across it with silent pity. Quatre Raberba Winner. Twin Oaks Academy, New York. Immediate departure required.
His frown deepened and his eyes shone with bitterness. Another victim. . . another mark upon his burning soul. He returned his gaze to the darkened sky above, watching a lone white cloud eclipse the moon's ethereal light, shrouding him in darkness. The auburn haired boy crunched the paper once more, tearing into it with burning frustration. "Mission accepted," he said shortly, standing. With a tortured emerald gaze, he let the paper sail from his hand, tumbling off the side of the building. He watched as the crumpled paper fell silently towards the ground, but before it ever had the chance to bounce on the pavement below, the young man sent a flicker of darkness at it, causing it to explode into burning ash.
So would become his next victim, this Quatre Winner. Ashes to ashes. . .
Author Notes : Ok, it's being slightly revamped. You haven't really missed anything if you've already read it. I haven't touched this fic in a long time, and I think my writing has slightly improved since. . . So I am going over my previous chapters as well as working on new material for this story. I have a really bad habit of getting off track, and I apologize! Review? If you want?
