Killjoy
By: EmpathicReader
To Alison Botha, for being the strong soul she is.
A/N: Alright let me clear some woozy facts first. Cagalli's mum is a certified psycho. She doesn't really feel pain for others and deem her own misfortune as something caused by other people (namely her own sister) Lara feels that all the glory Sachi is getting was stolen from her. ENJOY:)
"You wound me my daughter! How could I be a monster? Hmm? People simply adore me." Lara said and a chuckle sounded from the other end of the phone. Cagalli shook from anger and her grip on the phone tightened. She snarled, "What have you done to Aunt Sachi and why?"
Lara's voice turned soft and deadly, "I wanted to be recognized by the world! It was supposed to me! ONLY ME! But the bitch took my place and went to the top of the food chain!" Cagalli frowned at the complete lack of logic in the sentence. Lara was an obvious manic.
A few deep breaths were taken, "What would I do to her? I'll kill her. In the fanciest way possible." Cagalli's frown turned into a glare, "Go to hell! I will catch you and convict you for what you've done! I swear to god I will hunt you down!" Lara chuckled, "Temper, temper! Don't be such a killjoy Cagalli. You should be filial and let mother dearest have her fun."
Cagalli wanted to wring Lara's neck but before she could say anything else, she was cut off, "Here's a small hint, and you find her… all bloody and mangled in her so-called SPA vacation house along with the other fucking bitches my beloved Malum will kill." Cagalli opened her mouth to scream back an insult but the dial tone stopped her flat. She threw the phone angrily back to the receiver. She'll need to find out who this Malum figure is.
(This is a flashback if you don't know…)
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Oh? What occasion do I owe the pleasure to?"
"I need a favor Malum. A big one."
"Hmm… What do I stand to gain?"
"Increased fame and an enemy out of the way."
"It sounds a little too cheap. Try me again."
"Fine. Along with a million US for her life."
Malum smiled, "Now we're talking. So tell me, who is the lucky soul who gets to be killed by me?"
Cagalli was on autopilot mode as she looked for information over the net. Cagalli let loose a frustrated sigh. She remembered the two other women her mother mentioned. Olivia Cane, the famous impartial judge. It's no wonder why she was targeted. There was only one criminal freed today from his thirty year sentence. She could check on that. What about the famous actress, Josephine Chase? A dispute with another actress? She was never one to read the gossip lot in newsletters. Cagalli made a mental note to ask Luna later.
"Hey what's wrong? I thought everything's supposed to be going smoothly at this stage?" Cagalli's eyes were still glued to the screen, "Yeah. My career is but my social life isn't. Thanks for asking though." A link piqued her curiosity as she glanced over the list of links off 'Yahoo', "What exactly are you looking for?" Cagalli's eyes narrowed down to a glare as she turned to ask the person to bug off. She got the shock of her life when she turned only to see her superior smiling down at her.
Cagalli blushed, "I'm so sorry, Sir Zala." The blue hair standing out from her grey shirt and his grey eyes smiling down at her. "So, what are you looking for Miss Attha?" Cagalli cleared her throat, "I was just looking for some information." The blue-haired man rolled his eyes, "I can see that Miss Attha. Tell me about it. Maybe I can help you."
Cagalli frowned slightly. She could refuse his offer; she didn't want Lara knowing she was on her way to hunting her down as she promised earlier. Or she could accept his offer as Lara doesn't seem fazed by her threat. Cagalli sighed, "Nothing Sir, this is nothing interesting."
Cagalli watched as the blue-haired man sip from his mug before looking down at her with one raised eyebrow, "Miss Attha that is a direct order." Cagalli pouted angrily, "Sir! This is not fair!" She watched as the man grin mischievously, "Then tell me what's bothering you. Sometimes it's better to ask for help than to shoulder the burden by yourself." Cagalli looked up at the man; she caught the brief flash of sadness in his eyes but shrugged it off.
The blue-haired man grinned again, "So?" Cagalli looked about at the expectant grey eyes of her superior, swallowing her saliva nervously.
"Sir, by any chance do you know of a person called Malum?"
The change in attitude was so immediate that Cagalli was almost blown over in surprise. The man changed from a friendly and warm man to a bristling and spitting cat. His grey eyes hardened, flashing for a brief second in anger. His smiling mouth drawn to a grim line, "Why do you ask?"
Cagalli frowned again, "Because I have some business with him." She mentally slapped herself for using that angry and cold tone of voice. Her superior sighed as his posture stiffened a bit, "We have limited records of this man. His profession is a free lance assassin. No one knows how he looks like, not even his employers. The FBI had been hunting this man for at least five years. To no avail." Cagalli slapped herself mentally again, why didn't she think of checking the criminal records? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
Cagalli gaped. Now what will she do? "But, I do know of a person who may be able to help locate him." Cagalli trained her amber eyes on the grim man. "Who?" She asked softly. Her superior sighed gravely.
"My brother Athrun Zala."
A/N: I apologize for the late and short update… -dodges the knives thrown-