Rating: Hard R
Pairings: 2+1+2
Warnings: AU, Shonen-ai, Bad Language, Violence, Angst
Notes: For those familiar with Tenjou Tenge, you might notice some of
the names used in the story. It is
by no means a TT/GW crossover, but
the concept of katana-fighting is
obviously carried over from that show
and used for the story.
Summary: Like an avenging angel he kills swiftly with a legendary sword
without leaving a trace of himself
behind. Rookie Heero Yuy finds
himself chasing after an elusive
murderer, but his only choice might cause
him to pick up a sword again –
something he dreads for reasons yet
unknown.
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Chapter One:
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
Even the toughest of police
officers couldn’t stop themselves from regurgitating their evening meals all
over the wet sidewalk. How was one to describe the human massacre and bloodbath
that lay before their eyes? They had once been humans - young men to be exact -
but now, a severed limb here and a head there was enough to have many of them
praying to their maker and wishing they were back in the safety and confines of
their homes.
“You done chucking your dinner,
Yuy?” Inspector Zeman asked although he too had a handkerchief over his nose
and mouth. He stepped over something that looked like an arm, grateful for the
increasing rain that was helping to wash away the pools of blood. He stole
another glance at the rookie officer, a brief pitying look in his eyes, before turning
away to survey the chaos around him. This wasn’t the kind of job that a rookie
ought to be sent to – but then again, this was reality and if the young man
didn’t see this now…when would he ever be ready for such a thing?
Heero Yuy, all of
twenty-three years of age, wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, his
cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment at his initial reaction to the crime
scene. His dark brown hair was plastered to his skull, his deep blue eyes shiny
with horror and yet morbid fascination with whomever was behind this.
“Yuy?!” Zeman snapped
impatiently.
“Here, sir!” Heero replied
hastily as he stepped over a torso still dressed in an orange sweatshirt with
the words ‘Stoner’ written upon it. He shivered in revulsion, mindful of the
cold that was now beginning to seep into his flesh. Even though he wore a
rather heavy coat, it didn’t do much to keep him warm.
Zeman walked deeper into the
chaos, dark eyes staring quickly at the total number of heads. In a muffled
voice, he began to speak briskly.
“Six dead
bodies…decapitated…fuck…chopped into pieces.” He stopped and stared into the
wide and the forever frozen terrified visage of one of the victims. It looked
like he had seen the devil himself and his head had been chopped off in the
middle of his scream for mercy. “No survivors on the scene,” he continued
quickly, glancing behind him to make sure the rookie was taping his words. He
smiled ruefully as he noticed that Heero was doing just that although he too was
unable to keep his own gaze away from the bodies.
“Don’t get too fascinated,
kid,” Zeman mumbled as he fell to his haunches to pick up a dagger with a
gloved hand. “Stuff like this can fuck with your mind and turn you into
something it shouldn’t.”
He had seen many rookies come
and go over the years – each one sent to the Homicide Division – and leaving
with either requests to be sent to another unit or needing a one way ticket to
the nut house. Not good. He didn’t know what it was about this Yuy guy, but
Zeman definitely didn’t want to see this promising young man become a victim of
his own gruesome fantasies.
Heero nodded slowly as he
stuck in another wet tape into the recorder. He shook his head to get rid of the
water that was falling into his eyes, his breathing becoming ragged as he
struggled not to look. This was the
second case of decapitated murders in the city. Last month, two members of one
of the toughest gangs in South Central had been found dead in an alley, their
heads mounted upon two steel poles as a sick reminder to anyone else of what
awaited them. The murderer had left no tracks or clues but there was no doubt
that the heads had been severed with something sharp – like say a sword or
katana.
Fuck! Who the hell still goes
about whacking people with swords in this day and age?!
Heero had heard about it but
had not been sent to that scene since he was still relatively new to the force.
However, it hadn’t stopped him from doing some private investigating of his
own. He knew that Inspectors Mitsuomi and Kazuya were in charge of that
department and although they were friendly enough, he doubted they would
appreciate him being a busybody and butting into their affairs.
Despite his questioning of
the people who lived around the area and going to the crime scene on more than
one occasion, Heero had been unable to find anything to lead him to the killer.
It was as if the victims had been assassinated by an invisible being. It was
ridiculous of course, but there had to be something
that the murderer must have left behind!
“Nothing,” Zeman muttered,
getting to his feet. “Damn bastard just comes and goes. Like he’s some kind of
divine angel of justice or something.”
Heero raised a brow but
remained silent.
“Hell, I know these guys were
all wanted criminals, but shit…at least spare them a little!”
Divine angel of justice, huh?
Heero’s lips quirked into a small smile before a small gasp escaped them as he
felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. He spun around, widened
blue eyes darting around the vicinity as quickly as they could. He could feel
it. Someone or something was watching him! Of course there were many police
officers and news reporters on the scene but this was…this felt like…
He lifted his head, pushing
away his wet bangs from his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath as he noticed the
dark silent figure standing high above them on one of the many flat rooftops
that filled the city skyline. Lightning flashed and the figure was made prominent
for one brief moment.
Wet, long light brown hair
contained beneath a woolen hat fluttering lightly in the wind piercing violet
eyes that looked calm and yet deadly, bare-chested but yet dressed in low
riding baggy jeans which barely covered his lean hips but most importantly…
It’s him!
…the long smooth curve of a
katana that was held by his side and the spatters of blood upon his cheek and
hands.
Son of a…!
Heero was sure the man had
smirked but before he could blink, the figure had disappeared just as quickly
as he had appeared. Completely forgetting that he was under watch by Zeman,
Heero grit his teeth and took off towards the direction he assumed the killer
was going.
“Yuy…hey! YUY!”
He was deaf to the calls that
heralded him and blind to anything else that stood in his path. The rain made
visibility difficult but like a man possessed, Heero continued to run. There
was no doubt about it. The man on the rooftop had been responsible for the
deaths of eight people and counting and although promotion and success at
apprehending him was possible, that was the furthest from the young officer’s
mind at the moment.
Why? He had to know why this
guy was doing something like this and just how in the world he had gotten such
a dangerous looking weapon to begin with.
He came to a sudden stop
within one of the many narrow alleys that made up the city, breathing heavily,
feeling as if his heart would leap right out of his chest if he tried to run
again. He knew this city like the back of his hand and glancing up at the
looming apartment blocks surrounding him, Heero deduced that his prey would
have leapt down to this area if he planned to keep running on foot. He leaned
against the wall, a hand reaching into his pocket to bring out his gun. He
licked his lips slowly, blending into the shadows as he felt his heartbeat
become louder and louder in the confines of his hiding place.
A sudden crash of tin against
tin had him whirling around quickly with his gun pointed towards the culprit.
He cursed as he watched the shadow of two cats jump off the empty garbage cans
before forcing himself to concentrate. He was too jumpy, too nervous, too…scared? No way in hell was he
frightened. So what if the guy could jump down here and slice his head off in
one fell swoop? At least Heero knew he could take consolation in the fact that
he had lived to fulfill his dream of becoming a police officer.
A fire truck siren went off
in the distance, a dog barked somewhere else and the sounds of an arguing
couple a few stories above him had Heero gritting his teeth in impatience. His
hands had long since stopped trembling and he was beginning to wonder if he had
stopped at the right place. What if the killer had figured out that he was
going to be caught here? Obviously the guy must know his way around the city if
he was able to get away without police detection after committing such crimes.
Dumb…dumb…dumb! Why didn’t I think of that?! He could
very well be…
He held his breath as a light
splash was heard a few feet away from his position. Heero pressed himself even
tighter against the wall, his fingers hovering around the trigger as he kept
his eyes trained on the path opposite his hiding place.
Come on….come on….come on….
He took a tentative step
forward. It seemed impossible to be sweating under a torrent of rain, but Heero
could feel a light sheen of perspiration within his palms and around his neck.
The footsteps steady and yet light, were making their way towards him. This was
it. He, a young rookie who was generally ignored by everyone in the department,
was going to single-handedly capture the most wanted murderer in the city!
Suddenly they stopped and
Heero’s impatience knew no bounds. With a soft growl, he stepped out of his
position and held the gun before the suspect, reciting the words he had always
longed to say.
“Put your hands up and don’t
bother turning around, friend!” He cocked his weapon, making sure the man heard
it as a possible warning that it would be fired at any false move.
“Damn it,” came the soft mutter
as the person dropped his bag to the ground and held up his hands obediently.
“Look, officer, I didn’t do nothing, okay?”
“Shut up,” Heero interrupted
curtly even though he felt the rouse of confusion within the pit of his
stomach. This was definitely not the man he had seen on the rooftop. If
anything, this was a teenager and his streaked blue and red hair was a dead
giveaway that he had caught the wrong guy.
Shit.
“What’s in the bag?” he finally asked to
redeem himself in some way. It was a rather large black sports bag. Big enough
to perhaps carry a sword.
“Nothing,” the boy replied
and Heero could sense the uneasiness in his voice.
“Nothing, huh?” he smirked
and kicked it gently with a foot. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me, friend.
Why don’t you open it and let’s have a look shall we?”
The boy stole a nervous
glance over his shoulder. “Hey man, I…I can’t…eek!”
The next sequence of events happened
so fast that Heero had no real idea of just what had happened. The boy had been
trying to say something and then his brown eyes had widened in absolute terror
as if he was seeing something over Heero’s shoulder. It took another full
minute for Heero to sense that they were no longer alone but as he tried to
turn around to see who their new guest was; he felt the cold steel of a blade
pressed against his neck.
“The boy says there’s nothing
in the bag, so leave it be, officer,” came the deep voice which had Heero’s
spine tingling with a slow heat in response. “Get his gun, Ren.”
The boy, finally snapping out
of his daze, tried to reach for Heero’s weapon, but the rookie still had his
faculties in tact and he retaliated by pushing the boy aside with it.
Unfortunately, the blade dug a little deeper into his flesh causing Heero to
wince at the pain it induced. He could feel the warm trickle of his blood
flowing down his neck and into his shirt while suffering the husky laughter
that escaped his captor’s lips.
“Damn, they get dumber and
dumber everyday, don’t they?” With a swift move of his arm, Heero felt his gun
shoved to the ground. Ren made a dive for it and held it within trembling hands.
He was grinning with absolute pleasure and victory now.
“What do I do now, Duo?” the
boy asked in excitement. It was clear that this was either his first time handling
such a weapon or dealing with a policeman.
Duo…his name is Duo. Heero filed that little information into his brain.
“What you do now is take that
damn bag and head off to where I told you,” came the impatient reply. “I’ll be
with you in a minute.”
“You gonna kill him?” Ren’s
eyes were literally glittering maniacally and Heero felt the insane urge to
throttle him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,”
Duo replied enigmatically. “You gonna go or do you want to join him?”
“I’m going. I’m going,” Ren
finally agreed with a pout. He shoved Heero’s gun into the bag and hoisted it
over his shoulder with a light grunt. “See ya in a bit!”
Heero watched helplessly as
the teen disappeared from sight. This was definitely not the way he had planned
for things to go. He could still feel Duo’s blade against his flesh and
swallowing tightly, he tried to follow the second rule of any hostage situation
– negotiation. There was no use trying to pick a fight at this time.
“You’ve taken away my only
weapon,” he began slowly. “And you have me at a disadvantage. So…will you
release me now?”
“And why should I?” Heero
sucked in a harsh breath as he felt the strong arm envelope his waist and the
rude way he was suddenly thrust against Duo’s body. Thankfully, Duo had now
withdrawn his blade but Heero doubted it was back in its sheath. He was,
however, unable to stop the cry of surprise that escaped his lips as he felt
Duo’s tongue upon his flesh – lapping up the blood which still trickled from
the wound he had created.
Fuck…fuck…fuck! What is he doing?!
“You’ve seen what I look
like,” Duo continued softly. He pursed his lips and covered the cut before
sucking hard on it as if hoping to draw out every ounce of blood that he could.
Heero’s groan became another cry of pain and pleasure which got lost in the
incessant cacophony of raindrops. He could feel his heartbeat racing faster,
his hands clenching into tight fists as he struggled not to give in to the
sudden surge of desire that coursed through his being.
Dear gods! He was being molested!
Heero didn’t know what was
more humiliating. The fact that he was being touched like this or the pathetic
sounds he couldn’t help making at every fiery touch from the murderer.
Stop…stop it! Please for the love of God!
“You know my name,” Duo was
saying as his hand slid beneath the wet coat to grasp that sensitive region
between Heero’s thighs. His teeth gleamed in the darkness that surrounded them
as he listened to the harsh sob that slipped past the officer’s lips and
sheathing Reiki quickly, Duo captured the other man’s chin within his hand to
force their gazes to meet. He stared into the glazed blue depths, his smirk
becoming wider as he squeezed Heero’s undeniable erection within the confining
cloth.
“Give me one reason why I
shouldn’t kill you right now?” came the husky whisper that was soon lost within
their mouths as Duo claimed the parted lips before him as if by right. Heero’s
mind reeled with a million and one sensations, ranging from disgust to
reluctant pleasure to a searing heat which threatened to consume him and render
him senseless. Duo’s strokes grew bolder and try as hard as he might to release
himself from his captor’s grasp, Heero could only moan within their kiss as he
felt the imminent explosion about to take place.
No! No! I can’t…not here! Not now! Why am I letting
him do this to me?
Tears of helpless fury sprang
to his eyes as Duo’s taste overwhelmed and finally sent him spiraling out of
control. He gave in to the punishing hands with a sharp of satisfaction, another
harsh sob escaping his swollen lips as he felt the hot stickiness within his
pants.
“Aaah,” Duo sighed in victory
as he traced the outline of Heero’s lips with his tongue. “Now, didn’t that
feel better, officer? You were so tense before I was afraid you were going to
be frigid. But you were fantastic,” he teased with a deliberate and slow lick
of Heero’s earlobe. “Hmm? What was that?”
“Fuck…you…” Heero growled
softly, trying to muster some sort of dignity after being touched in such a
way. However, Duo’s laughter defeated that purpose and with another hard and
near bruising kiss on his lips, Heero was released with a soft grunt. Unaware
of how Duo had been the one holding him up all this time, Heero’s knees gave
way and he fell to the ground glaring balefully at the towering figure of his
tormentor above him.
“Well? Aren’t you going to
kill me?” he asked as he eyed the long katana with mild fascination and yet
faint concern. It was a katana all right, but not just any kind. Heero was no
expert at the intricate markings of the legendary Japanese weapons, but he
would have been a fool not to have seen the significance of the curved blade
which Duo had unsheathed again.
Fast, Heero
thought as he felt the cool steel beneath his chin. He’s so damn fast. No wonder he kills so quickly.
“Your blood is not worth being stained upon Reiki,” Duo replied coldly and Heero could feel his cheeks flush with anger and yet a faint sense of embarrassment. What the hell did that mean? That he was too weak to be killed?
“Unfortunately, I don’t have
the time to sit around and chat with you,” Duo continued with a light smirk as
he sheathed the weapon again. “Your comrades approach. You know what to do,
don’t you?”
He hardly waited for the
officer’s reply before running towards the opposite direction. Heero’s head
remained lowered to the ground, his hands clenched into tight fists of anger as
he listened to the receding footsteps. He wasn’t worth killing, right? His
precious Reiki wasn’t worth being used upon him, was that it? After
being…fondled like a cheap slut, Duo had ended his night with that deliberate
jab that had Heero seething with a fury he had never thought possible.
I’ll kill him,
he swore beneath his breath. I’ll fucking
kill him if it’s the last thing I do!
“YUY!” Inspector Zeman cried
out as he noticed the still figure on the ground. “Yuy? Are you all right?
Everyone check the perimeter! I want every damn corner searched, you got
that?!”
“Yes, sir!”
Zeman leaned towards the
young man with a frown of concern on his features. “Are you all right, son?”
Heero clenched his teeth and
gave a small nod, managing and forcing a small smile to his visage as he lifted
his head to stare into the older man’s face.
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought I
had found the killer,” he finally said with a light shrug. “I guess I was just
chasing after the wrong man.”
TBC…