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.
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.”
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