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Chapter 3

"Oh." Of course he meant the gun, stupid! She berated herself. Without a moment's hesitation, she let her gun fall to the couch, seeing that she really had no other choice. "Who are you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he threw her question right back at her, "Who are you?"

"I believe I asked you first." She arrogantly retorted.

"Answer or I'll shoot." He threatened, though he knew he'd never shoot her. Not yet, anyway.

Some man you are. His voice was stern; Rei knew the man was serious. "You'll shoot a poor, defenseless woman?"

No, Heero could never do that, it was against his principle. But he couldn't let her know that so he grunted in reply.

"In that case…" It was a long shot, but she had to give it a try even if she knew that there was a huge possibility of him accidentally pulling the trigger.

Suck it up, Rei. You can do this.

She kicked the lower end of the couch as hard as she could effectively sending it towards the unsuspecting Heero. Not expecting that reaction, he almost got knocked down as the back of the couch hit him hard. He momentarily lost his balance, as did his gun loose aim.

Gotcha!

With lightning fast reflexes, Rei reached for her revolver and aimed it at his head. She commended herself for her speed. If Ayame were alive, she would have been proud.

He immediately regained his composure only to find that the tables had been turned. The raven-haired beauty he held at gunpoint seconds ago was crouching and now had a revolver aimed at his head. There was a haughty smirk playing across her lips. Had it not been him on the other end of her gun, he would have applauded her cunning and her unbelievable speed but since it was him, all he could do was grunt.

Damn it!

"Drop it." she mimicked, referring to the gun that was aimed at the floor. He wasn't quick enough to point the gun anywhere else and he hated himself for it. How could he have let a woman put him in such a situation? Rei carefully got up, her eyes never leaving his. Blazing amethyst clashed with icy Prussian blue. Neither refused to give.

He grunted again. He never expected to get himself in this predicament, especially with a scantily clad woman. His pride wouldn't allow him to drop the gun and fall victim. He continued to hold his gun, refusing to give up in spite of his obvious defeat. How could he have not seen that coming?

"I said drop it!" She stated harshly. Rei eyed her unmoving target fiercely. It seemed like he wasn't even listening to a word she was saying. The man was even glaring at her! The nerve of that guy! His glare was about as bad as hers and though she would hate to admit it, it seemed rather daunting.

His cold gaze no longer locked with hers but skimmed her heart-shaped face, the angry flush of her cheekbones, her luscious lips that was set in a scowl and finally, the svelte form he knew was hiding underneath the damp piece of white terry cloth. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight of such a lovely creature. The droplets of water running down her body made her look alluring. Her fair complexion gave her an almost ethereal feel, making her look like a frail china doll. He snickered ruefully to himself. The delicate china doll now had a gun pointed at his head. Poor, defenseless woman my ass! He mentally kicked himself for underestimating her. Training always taught him never to underestimate anybody. But looking at her, how could he have possibly known she was capable of defending herself? Looks are definitely deceiving.

She arched a delicate eyebrow and asked audaciously. "Like what you see?" Her only reply was yet another grunt. It seemed like the only thing the man could do. Heero's eyes were locked with hers again and another battle of the glares began.

She was on the brink of loosing her temper. The man had no manners whatsoever! "Unless you want a bullet between your eyes, I suggest you drop your gun." She yelled again. The man was impossible! He seemed to purposely ignore her. She's had just about enough, "Do you really want to die?" she asked as she cocked the hammer of the revolver back.

Heero knew the woman meant business. He also knew that at any moment, if he didn't comply, he would be dead. He couldn't let himself die just yet; there were still too many unanswered questions. He was ready to drop his gun when, somewhere from the loft, a cell phone miraculously rang distracting her for a split second. Making use of the brief distraction, he swiftly trained his gun to her head.

Rei caught his swift motion and knew right then and there that he wasn't just any burglar; he was a professional. She could tell by his speed and the fierce look in his eyes. He had danger written all over him. What was a hired gun doing in her loft? Did someone hire him to kill her or was she just a random target? He could be Oz, but why do they know about her? Did they already figure her out?

Shit…

"Stalemate." Heero said with a very uncharacteristic smirk. Finally, the two of them were even.

Damn cell phone! Who the fuck could be calling! The phone still continued to ring but Rei made sure to pay no attention to it. It's what got her in the tight spot in the first place. Stupid piece of technology. The two of them just stood there, unmoving and with guns aimed at each other's head. Stalemate, indeed.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Rei wanted to put a hand on her hip to express her frustration, but since she couldn't, she settled for a full force glare. "You're in no position to ask me anything. Stalemate, remember?"

He purposely ignored the things she said. All he wanted to hear was her real name and answers to his questions. "Who are you?" He asked, forcefully and with an accompanying glare this time.

Rei's glare grew fiercer as he continued to ask the same question. "Are you even listening to me?" She asked in indignation. How dare he not answer her!

She was fierce and spirited; he'd give her that. Any woman, or any normal human being for that matter, would have shuddered at the sight of his glare but she didn't even flinch. He respected her for that. But that still didn't stop him from asking, "Who are you?"

Rei's finger was moving back and forth on the trigger. She wanted to shoot the annoying man. He was starting to get on her nerves, "You know, you're beginning to sound like a broken record. That's the fourth time you asked!"

"Unless you answer, I'm going to keep on asking." Heero's voice wasn't the usual monotone, it held a hint of anger and a lot of frustration. But unlike Rei, however, he had no plans of killing anybody just yet. There were tons of questions he needed to ask and it would kill him if they remain unanswered.

They were going to stare themselves to death if nothing was done. Rei couldn't stand it anymore. If her name was the only thing he came for, then she'd give him her name. But not without knowing his. "I'll tell you who I am if you tell me who you are." She proposed.

"Fair enough."

"So, who the hell are you?" Rei demanded furiously.

Heero shook his head, "Ladies first."

Rei could feel a vein pulsing on the side of her head, "Well aren't you a gentleman?" She snapped sarcastically.

"Name." He demanded.

Rei Hino "Rei Megumi."

"You mean you're Ayame Megumi's sister?"

"Yes."

No you're not. "Liar."

Rei could feel her heart beat faster. Why did he say that? Did he know about her past? Only Ayame knew about her past. She lived as Rei Megumi for almost four years now; Rei Hino no longer existed. That part of her died along with Ayame. Could he be an Oz agent? But how could they possibly have known about her? She erased everything that had anything to do with Rei Hino. But this man, he knew something about her past and that seemed unsettling to her. There was a nagging thought that he was an Oz agent sent to kill her, try as she might, she just couldn't push the thought away.

"Tell me who you really are." He could see the change in her demeanor when he said she was lying. He knew then that he was right. There is no Rei Megumi.

Deep breaths, Rei… deep, calming breaths…

There was no use denying it now. He knew she was lying. "Why should I?"

"Because I'll kill you if you don't."

"Really?" Rei slowly and cautiously walked towards the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She carefully maneuvered herself through her loft until she finally reached her destination. Heero's gun followed her as she moved; she was planning something, he just knew it.

Heero couldn't believe the scene playing right before his very eyes. He had to blink twice just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The sound of something metallic falling to the floor confirmed what he saw. She had dropped her gun. What on earth was happening? He continued to watch her, his gun still aimed at her head.

What the hell is going on?

He watched as she sat on bed with a disarmingly dazzling smile on her lips. One little tug on a red ribbon freed her hair from the chignon letting her jet-black hair cascade freely. She delicately crossed her shapely legs, threw her free arm on top of her crossed leg and leaned forward. It was the most blatant invitation he's ever received in his entire life.

Rei observed the young man's dazed expression with a smirk. Though her fighting skills were superb, she would rather not get involved in physical combat. So she devised her own fighting style, a form of art so to speak: the art of seduction, a straightforward approach that did not involve killing anybody other than her target. It was not one of Ayame's lessons; it was something she learned on her own. It disgusted her that she had to use her body, but it got the job done so she constantly ignores the nauseating feeling she gets every time she lures a man to his deathbed. She cast a quick glance to her nightstand to make sure her cuffs were still there then looked back at her 'victim'. The dazed expression he had a couple of seconds ago was gone, as if it was never there. She slightly scowled at that. Was she loosing her touch?

I can't be!

She took in a deep breath and tried to make do with his reaction or the lack thereof, "Are you just gonna stand there all night?" she asked in the sexiest voice she could come up with.

He felt his throat had gone completely dry. What was she trying to do? Get him to bed? If so, why? Heero's eyes narrowed in suspicion. One minute, she was threatening to kill him; the next, she was trying to get him to bed. He couldn't understand her at all!

"What are you trying to do?" He asked suspiciously.

What the hell is wrong with this man? Rei let out a sigh of exasperation. Usually, men would already be in bed with her by now, moaning, writhing and begging for their lives. It confused her that he continued to stand there, impassive and still with a gun aimed at her head. He was harder than she thought. She got up from the bed and languidly made her way towards him.

"If you don't know then you're as dumb as you look."

Every step she took, he felt his reserve falter. What was happening to him? He was supposedly 'The Perfect Soldier', now he can't even handle a woman? "Stop or I'll shoot." He warned in his usual monotone voice. She didn't even listen. Did he not look intimidating? It took quite a lot of effort to keep the emotionless façade, especially when he was more puzzled than he has ever been his entire life.

She stood directly in front of him now. The cold end of the gun barrel was in direct contact with her forehead but she was unfazed by it. She knew he'd never pull the trigger on her now. She looked up at him, her amethyst eyes locking with his Prussian ones, "Shoot." She challenged. He still didn't move. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk. Not that tough, are ya? "What are you waiting for?"

For once, Heero was at a complete loss of what to do. She wasn't even scared of a gun. Something must be wrong with this woman.

Rei brought her free hand up and gripped the barrel of his gun. She took it from his grasp and carelessly threw it over her shoulder.

Why did he let her do that? Why did he allow her to get rid of his gun without even a struggle? His mind was furiously screaming at him for his stupid action. What was going to happen now? A one on one combat with a woman dressed only in a towel? Duo would have jumped at the chance, but he was no Duo and he did not want to fight a woman. He felt like a cornered animal. He only came for answers to the many riddles troubling him; never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect this to happen.

"Are you afraid of me?" She asked.

"You wish."

Fighting him only in the rectangular piece of cloth would prove to be a very difficult challenge primarily because it allowed very little mobility. So…

A pale hand made it's way to his nape and he felt himself being ushered to the bed. Duo would definitely love this. She sat on the side of the bed with him hunched above her. He wasn't much of a connoisseur when it came to women but he knew that the one before him was a very fine specimen. Very fine, indeed. Another gentle tug brought his lips down to hers. He didn't need another invitation. He slanted his head to gain better access, he nearly groaned when she nipped his lip. All the control he had was pretty much non-existent at the moment. He pushed her shoulders so she now lying down. He stood up, his back somewhat sore from hunching over, and looked down at the beautiful creature on the bed. There was something amiss, but something clouded his better judgment.

She smiled up at him and pulled him to her for another round. He straddled her hips, his tongue, probing her warm mouth. Her hands threaded themselves into his chocolate- brown hair. It was something new to him and despite himself, he knew he was enjoying this.

Rei allowed the kiss to go a little longer than necessary mainly because he was one hell of a kisser. He bit her lower lip, stopped for a moment only to kiss his way down her jaw. He inched further down, taking his sweet time as he did so. He nuzzled her neck and Rei tilted her head to the side to give him easier access. She let out a barely audible moan when his lips nibbled lightly on her earlobe. He had the lips of a god! His little nibbles and kisses made Rei almost forget her primary objective. Almost. She had to put a stop to it before it could escalate into something she knew she'd regret.

Two firm hands on his chest stopped his assault. She pushed him off her, now he was on his back, lying down on her soft mattress. He saw her get up, suspicious, he did the same but she stopped his ascent and shoved him back to bed. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she was back on bed with him. She leaned down, her lips so very close to his, he could almost taste them.

"Weren't you going to kill me?" She asked all the while raising his left hand to the headboard. One of the cuffs was already secured to the wooden post; the only thing left to do now was to latch the other to his wrist.

"I will." He said hoarsely. He let his other hand trail across her face, his thumb stroked her lips. Seeing the surprised look on her face, he added, "Later."

She lowered her head and gave him a fleeting kiss before pulling back. She wanted to continue kissing him; he was unlike any other men who've been lucky enough to be kissed by her. His kisses were unhurried and intoxicating, nothing like the other men she's been with.

Don't even go there, Rei…

Heero felt something cold clamped at his wrist. He looked up at her flushed and smirking face then at his wrist. It was now cuffed to the headboard. He was right! She had been planning something. Unfortunately for him, all his suspicions flew out the window as soon as her luscious lips made contact with his. It was the second time in one night he had fallen victim to the beautiful siren. But now, unlike the first time, there was no chance of escape. There were two people he wanted to kill as of the moment: himself and Rei. How could he have fallen for such an obvious trap? How dare she use her feminine prowess to get the upper hand!

Damn that woman!

Rei quickly got up before he could do anything in retaliation. Now that he was restrained, she thought about what she should do. If Oz already knew where she lived, that's not good news. She looked down at her restrained 'victim' and asked, "Are you Oz?"

Heero looked up at her, confusion evident in his eyes. How does she know about Oz? His mind raced. Only a select group of people knew about Oz and those people were members of the Alliance. She was no Alliance agent… but the person she claims is her sister was an agent. Coincidence?

"What do you know about Oz?"

"You know you're my captive, right?" She asked with amusement. He grunted. "You have no right to ask me anything. Now, tell me who you are and I might spare you. Might."

Heero glared at her. He still couldn't get over the fact that a woman had duped him. No, not just duped… embarrassed, seduced, humiliated. Good thing no one came with him on his little reconnaissance mission. They would have laughed at him maybe not Barton but definitely Duo. He could just imagine the American agent laughing like there was no tomorrow… And then there's Wufei. He could almost hear Chang's sexist remarks… "How could you let a weak onna do this to you, Yuy?"

"You seriously have to learn manners! It's not nice to grunt." She reprimanded him, like a mother would a child. As if to ridicule her, he grunted even louder.

"I don't have time for this!" He heard her say before she strode to the closet.

She'd have to deal with him later. There were more important matters to tend to.

Rei took out several articles of clothing and started to stuff them into a large, black backpack. She wanted to bring everything since she loved all her clothes dearly, but alas, she couldn't. She had to be out of her lot ASAP and that didn't leave enough time for packing. Damn Oz! She only packed the 'essentials', which consisted of underwear, several shirts, her favorite pair of jeans, a little black dress, black stilettos and socks. Looking back at her closet, she dejectedly smiled and waved goodbye to the clothes and shoes she had to leave behind.

Heero watched her bring something black and lavender into the bathroom. A few minutes later, her slim figure came out dressed in black sweatpants and a tight- fitting lavender shirt. There were some things she brought with her; on her left hand were small plastic containers and on her right was a brunette wig. She zipped the backpack after the wig and the plastic containers were in.

There were only two things left to bring: her laptop, something she could never do without and her prized briefcase, her own personal arsenal. She strode to the bed and winked at her captive before going down and retrieving the ammunition case. "So, you comfortable?" She asked him as she got up with the briefcase in hand. He replied with yet another grunt and turned away in disgust. Rei smirked and went to her desk, parallel to the bed, put the laptop along with some disks and her cell phone in the carrying case. She set it down by the bed together with the backpack and the briefcase and contemplated on what she should do with her uncooperative captive. Even if he wasn't Oz, he knew about her past and that can't be good… and if he is Oz, that's even worse.

"Who do you work for?"

"The same people your 'sister' worked for."

That answer was totally unexpected. Never in a million years could she have guessed he worked for them. "Alliance…" Rei murmured under her breath.

So she knows about us. Things were starting to clear up for Heero. She obviously knew about Oz and the Alliance plus, she claims to be the sister of an agent who was killed by Oz. The same agent whose name had been used to rent out the room where an Oz member had been killed. Could she be…?

What could they possibly want with her? Were they onto her? It all made sense now… Theirs was the only database comprehensive enough to have records of her. They would also have Ayame's records, which would explain why he knew she was lying about their 'supposed' relationship to the deceased agent. Did they know she was responsible for killing Oz members? Rei sat at the edge of the bed and put on a pair of clean, white socks and laced her running shoes. What was she supposed to do now? The Alliance was obviously after her, why else would he be in her loft if they weren't?

A fine mess I got myself into…

As soon as she finished tying the shoelaces into a tight knot, she got her things and looked at the man in her bed, "What does the Alliance want with me?"

"Information." He simply said.

"About?"

"The Casablanca Killer."

Rei scoffed at the mention of her alias. Your agency has always been incompetent, that's why she died… "If I knew anything, the Alliance would be the last to know."

She walked to the door and checked one last time to make sure she had everything she needed. Clothes, underwear, ammo, laptop. Check. Check. Check and check.

She couldn't kill him even if he was probably sent to kill her. He was just like Ayame, a killing puppet for the Alliance. Rei actually felt sorry for him.

"Good night, Romeo…"

TBC…

AN

I have a Rei/Heero drawing posted as a form of apology and appreciation to all my readers and reviewers… for those who don't know where to find it, say so in your review or email me so I can email the site to you…

Sorry this came out later than I promised… kinda have writer's block… Kitchie Nadal's 'Same Ground' kinda got me inspired(princess ren- you know of it?) … to those who haven't heard the song, you should definitely listen to it… it's great!

Thank you to all my readers… I mean thank you sooooo much… I really appreciate it… I mean really, really appreciate it…

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