Jealousy
Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rated: DeathScythe Hell for sexual content and language
Disclaimer: I do not own any Gundam Wing characters. They belong to Bandai Entertainment, Sunrise Studio, Animax/TV Asahi Network, and created by Yoshiyuki Tomino and Hajime Yatate. I make no money from the writing of this story.
WARNING: AU, angst, slight Relena bashing, OOC

Thoughts…

Special thank you to:f adedlullabyes, MysticHeero, Hitokimi, yaeko, Serenity Maxwell, and for those who read and didn't review thank you for even taking the time read and enjoy the fic.

Enjoy!

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Summary: Heero is no longer living on L1 and has moved to L4. He hasn't giving up hope of finding his wife and son, but now Relena has made his life difficult in perusing him as her prize. Duo has a new purpose now that she knows that her child is still alive and the only way to get to him and her husband is to do whatever it takes, even kill.

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Chapter 8: Shinigami

Run.

Run.

Stop to breathe.

Run.

Run.

Stop to breathe.

Duck behind building. Make sure not being followed.

Finally, after running for what seemed for eternity, Duo collapsed in a vacant building after she reassured herself she wasn't being pursued. She backtracked a few times to loose the palace hounds.

Purple orbs closed in a fitful sleep.

Several hours later, Duo woke in total darkness. She guessed it to be around nine or ten at night. Getting up, Duo crept through the empty parking garage, spotting a group of thugs gathered around a bon fire. One of the guys was about her height and weight. She needed some passable clothes for her long journey into space and she couldn't do wearing the feeble scrubs she nabbed off one of the orderlies.

Coming out of her hiding place she casually strutted over to them. Catcalls and whistles echoed through the hollowed structure.

"Hey, what do we have 'ere?"

"Shouldn't you be a home with your mommy?" another taunted.

Duo ignored the bait.

"Hey, darlin' how 'bout we go s'me place quiet and… uh, have us s'me fun on our own?"

Bright indigo eyes glittered in the fire light. Smiling darkly, Duo merely said, "Give me your clothes."

They laughed as the self appointed leader of the group stalked up to duo. "If Jason 'ere give you his clothes, what do we get in return?"

He eyed her with lust and grabbed at his penis through his soiled torn jeans, stroking himself to a full erection—clearly conveying what his wanted. The other guys were getting off at the scene.

"You get to live for another day," she said evenly.

Duo then quickly moved out the way as the leader stopped fondling himself to throw a punch at her. She dropped to the ground in a sweeping motion knocking him off his feet. The others closed in around her but she move swiftly to avoid being jumped on.

Trying to get away, the small guy, Jason, stumbled off his crated he was using as a chair.

"Now, I'm only going to ask you nicely, one more time, give me your clothes."

"Piss-off, bitch," he yelled.

"I don't think so."

The next sound that was heard was various tones of men screaming for mercy.

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Ring, ring.

Heero glanced at his alarm clock. The blue digits read, 4:38 am.

Ring, ring.

Flipping on the bedside lamp, Heero answered the phone. "Yuy, here."

"Heero, Chang here. We got a lead but it's not much. Get down here to Headquarters as soon as you can."

"Roger that."

Heero slammed the receiver down its base. He hopped out of bed quickly getting dressed. Lacing up his hi-tops, Heero grabbed his jacket, gun, and truck keys. His housekeeper, Natalie, being an early riser herself wouldn't see her employer, but only the tire marks from his truck.

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Within twenty minutes, Heero arrived at the L4 Preventors Headquarters. All the agents on his team resided on L4 except for Zechs. After all that shit that went down with him nearly destroying the Earth, the former soldier of Oz lives near Lexington not far away from his best friend, Treize.

Heero goes to Earth for Milliardo's and Hayate's birthday, which coincidently are six months apart. Other than those visits, the former pilot has little or no reason at all to leave L4.

Stepping off the elevator, Heero headed toward the interrogation room on the 13th floor. Trowa, Quarte, WuFei, and Une were all ready waiting inside.

Une handed Heero a manila folder.

"This man was caught trying to sell this piece of hardware on Earth two days ago."

The Lady held up a familiar fire arm.

Heero's throat went dry. He tried to say something but the words were lodged, practically choking him.

"That's Maxwell's," WuFei said, answering for his fellow agent and close friend. They all knew who's weapon it was.

"Our lab guys checked it. It's clean except for our suspect's finger prints. No rounds been fired. Now, the perpetrator claims to have found it in a garbage bin. He tried using it in a robbery but for whatever reason, he couldn't get it to fire," Une explained.

Quatre smiled. He remembered the day Heero had the handgun made. He couldn't believe that his friend gave his wife a gun as an anniversary gift.

"No one but Duo can fire it," Heero simply stated.

"Explain," Une requested. She was curious as to why only Duo could use the gun.

Heero pulled out his weapon and handed it to her. "The safety's off, go ahead and shoot."

Une aimed for the clear glass window and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Mystified, she passed it to WuFei and so on.

"My gun as well as Duo's is custom made meaning…"

"Meaning that only you and Duo know the exact amount of pressure to use when pulling on the trigger," Trowa summarized.

Heero nodded his head. "Where was it found?"

The ex-pilots looked to their commander. "The J-A-P area outside of Sanc."

If Heero was surprised by the answer he didn't show it. Gathering all of his stuff he stood from the oval table.

"I think we need to pay the Vice-Foreign Minister another visit," Heero said. "Can you get us a search warrant?"

"Yes, I don't see that as a problem now. Give me at least 48 hours."

"Contact me at my home office immediately once we got it."

Heero left. Everyone else remained wondering why Relena would lie about not having any contact with Duo. Quatre along with his partners and boss had a bad feeling about the whole situation.

The inter-office phone next to WuFei rang. He snatched it up, "Chang here…When?...Are you sure?...How many?…Okay, I'll get a team together and get there as soon as we can."

Une eyed the dark haired youth.

"That was Preventor Agent Tango. He and his team were doing a sweep of a lower subdivision of downtown when one of his men found several bodies in an underground parking garage—their necks were broken."

"And?" Und asked.

"The crime scene isn't far from the Sanc Kingdom."

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Duo stood outside of her two story house gazing at the welcoming structure. She didn't see Heero's Expedition or hers in the drive way. She figured that her husband probably sold it once he realized that she wasn't coming back home, which was quite understandable.

The ex-Deathscythe Hell pilot would have done the same thing, so without any further procrastination; Duo entered her house for the first time in twelve months.

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A/N: Well, am I keeping everyone interested? I hope so. It seems that Duo has been busy. Want to know how she reacts to her coming back home? To find out, you have to stay tuned for the next chapter.

Nemesis