Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Killer's Instincts ❯ We All Kill For Fun ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: Here it is Ladies and Gentlemen the REWRITE!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its fictional characters; I don't make a profit from this but for simply enjoyment of writing this story. The only thing I own is the plot and the characters I have created.

A Killer's Instincts - We All Kill For Fun

Chapter One

A blond haired, blue-eyed woman sat in a large arena. Her seat was situated behind a committee of senators, presidents, advisors and many more various politicians. She watched as Senator Dominic Alexis from the country Greece on Earth passionately talked about the weapons legislation and how without weapons they were totally defenseless to the criminal activities that had risen from the destruction of the war.

"It was not the weapons that caused death but the people who wielded them!" he exclaimed to the ENSUN Committee, his voice ringing through out the large pit in which he stood.

Barely at the age of twenty-six Relena Peacecraft had experienced and achieved more then an ordinary girl should. But, seeing as it was a war in which she had achieved her great success, perhaps she was not the only girl out there who had experienced the cruel realities of war.

Though some people whose cynical views saw her as a naïve young girl, the general population of both Earth and the Colonies saw her as a peacekeeper. A person whose preachings and beliefs were likened to that of the pacifist, Heero Yuy, a man who had led the colonies through their depression only to be assassinated causing the ending of peace between the Colonies and Earth and the beginnings of another great war. She was often seen as an idealist, who had had managed thus far through sheer determination to see it through with success.

Relena stared into the crowd of hundreds of faces from various places over the sphere, each one managing to blur into the other until they all appeared the same. She had grown used to this and found to her disbelief that she was growing even more tired of it. Each year it was the same, her constant talk of peace and the need for all weapons to be obliterated were often met with a brick wall. Peace had been achieved and there was no need for total pacifism.

She wandered how much longer she could last more of this and knew that it was not for much longer, it was getting difficult for her to remain calm, even though she rarely, if ever showed it.

Didn't they know that to have total peace, they must get rid of all weapons? Because weapons were the cause of death and destruction that destroyed so many lives, why couldn't they understand this? She thought angrily. Why?

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A man stood above the arena, hiding in the shadows, as his eyes never strayed from the small figure amongst hundreds. He watched her mannerisms without emotions as if analyzing her, trying to get into her head and dissect her apart and understand how she worked. He watched as she flicked her long blonde hair away from her face in irritation, the way she bit her lip in concentration or shifted in her seat in anger even though her features never expressed it.

His black eyes roved around the arena, searching for anyone whom might spot him but found no one and smiled a chilling smile.

Slowly and almost casually, he crouched down and opened a black case beside him. Inside were various black metal parts of different sizes and with an ease and familiarity that spoke years of experience; he began to assemble them together. A Blaser R93 Tactical Sniper Rifle appeared in front of him after he had finished. A rifle that can be shot up to three hundred meters with incredible accuracy, it was an impressive rifle. Weighed at 5.4kg it was considered just perfect and had a feed of 10 round detachable box magazine.

He lay on his stomach as he adjusted the scope until he could see the woman in his sight. He was completely still, never moving, never even so much as a twitch as he continued to watch the woman. His finger never touching the trigger but was just close enough that he could almost feel the metal beneath his fingertip.

His breathing was even and calm, barely even there but it hid his emotional reaction well. He could feel the familiar rush run through him - the knowledge that he would be the cause of so much destruction from the simple killing of this one woman gave him an all time high. He was a man who enjoyed killing, enjoyed eluding the people after his kill and when this high was gone, he would kill again.

Perhaps if he had not been trained to kill with a professionalism and to appreciate the tactics involved in getting his target killed without leaving any evidence of his presence, he might have been the type to create massacres in moments of madness, killing anyone and everyone for his sheer enjoyment.

The woman in his scope began to tap her pen in a rapid speed showing her anger and irritation at Senator Dominic Alexis whose argument was getting more impassioned then before.

He waited, knowing that when he was ready he would shoot, a perfect moment he knew where everything had to feel right. Not yet, he thought to himself, not yet. And then he felt it, a feeling of rightness and his finger tightened.

The shot rang throughout the arena causing people to scream in fear and duck. A mast stampede occurred as people rushed towards the exit, in hope of escaping.

Unnoticed stood another man, his ruffled, short brown hair and intense blue eyes seemed to watch everything without expression. But it was where he was standing that would have drawn expressions of shock and disbelief.

Lying at his feet was another man dressed in a black suit, his head blown away, revealing his brain matter all over the floor. The assassin that had so carefully planned everything, who had lain on his stomach with the Blaser R93 Tactical Sniper Rifle was dead. His shot had never left the rifle and never hit his target. How was he supposed to have known that there was another like him, one much more dangerous then he, who would do anything to ensure that the woman he wanted dead would stay alive? No, he could never have known.

He could never have known that another man was creeping up behind him on silent and soundless feet, almost as if that person was walking on air. He could never have known that this man was intent on his death, he could have never have known that he would be the one with a bullet though the head rather then his target. No, he could never have known.

The unnoticed man smiled and very quietly a chuckle escaped his lips, tilting his head back Heero Yuy laughed harder.

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"Oh, shoot!" Swore Reyna and irritatingly flicked her wavy brown hair away from her face and adjust her big-framed glasses, as she struggled with a bad tempered computer that refused to do as she commanded.

"Is that was you call swearing, Reyna?" Asked an amused male voice.

Reyna whipped around with a gasp and clutched her chest. "Ah… ah… no…" she stuttered as she stared in awe at the man before her. He was so handsome, so perfect and he was also her boss.

She hastily stood up in the intention to offer him her chair or something but found to her horror instead that she had managed to slam into him, causing him to fall backwards.

"Ahhhh!" He cried.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She flustered uttered as she reached down to help him up.

He waved away her efforts and stood up on his own. "Don't worry about it," he said flashing a charming smile that he knew all females fell for.

Her cheeks burned a bright red and she returned a wobbly smile of her own. "Oh, oh okay."

By the end of the day her entire work collogues knew about the embarrassing incident and she knew she could never live it down.

She left her office in a stoop, her shoulders hunched up as she tried to avoid anyone's attention and only sighed with relief when she made it to the car park without getting harassed. When she drove home, she couldn't help but wander if she was going to have to live through this torture of a life.

She climbed up the stairs that led to her apartment, the sound of her footsteps somehow comforting to her and opened her front door.

A loud beeping drew her attention and she frowned, wandering who could have got her messaging system since she hadn't given it out yet and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

She walked towards her desk and opened her laptop and punched in her password code, moving the mouse ball to click on the icon that represented the message she had received. As she read the message her eyes grew blank and she sat down, staring unseeingly into the darkness. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights when she got in and she had always liked the darkness compared to the light.

She ginned suddenly, a grin that showed more teeth then amusement and knew that she wouldn't mind at all, the message was exactly what she needed to the sudden horror of dullness that governed most of her current life and typed in her response.

It would be fun, she thought coldly amused.

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A bold man, short and fat, sat crossed legs on a mat. A low table styled like many Japanese dinning tables was in front of him. Though he may be repulsive in appearance, power seemed to radiate from him, his beady black eyes never missed anything and his mind expressed a sharp intelligence that was likened to a steel trap.

Ruthlessness, cunning and deviousness were what ensured his position as the leader of one of the most dangerous crime gangs in Japan - known as the Rising Dawn triad, Mitsaga Koitonoe was a very dangerous man.

And at that moment he was angry, in fact he was very angry but his features never showed his rage. He smiled charmingly, friendly at the man sitting opposite him. His bodyguards were situated behind him, so still that it almost appeared like they were ready to spring into violence.

But never did he show his anger; he was born from a country that prided themselves in control. Would he be fool enough as to loose it? No he wasn't.

Slowly he drank his tea and continued in the idle conversation as if nothing was wrong. When suddenly he changed the subject.

"You disappoint me, Nasiki."

The man opposite him stared startled at him, a sense of dread appearing on his face. "I did not mean to Master. We could not have predicted that the assassin we've hired would've been killed."

Mitsaga nodded slowly. "Yes, it could not have be predicted, but for you to hire such an incompetent assassin who could not kill a simple woman… it leads little to be admired."

Nasiki began to sweat, he knew better then to argue, it was a sure sign to disrespect. "I-I will not do it again Master."

His master smiled, an icy cold smile that sent chills down his spine. "Yes. You will not do it again."

A moment of silence as Nasiki began to shift fearfully but he was determined not to show it. He stared down at his lap in an almost submissive gesture, hoping desperately that his master would forgive him.

"Suma!"

One of his bodyguards sprang up in a fluid movement and a samurai sword was unsheathed. The metal gleamed in the light and Nasiki suddenly scrambled back in fear, his eyes wide with panic.

"Master!" He screamed. "Please! I will not do it again! Mast-" but he never got to finish his last sentence as Suma sprang into the air and the sword flashed.

Blood splattered on the paper brown walls and the head of the man previously known as Nasiki Itaku rolled on the mat.

Mitsaga calmly drank his tea and smiled.

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A woman dressed in a red kimono lay on her stomach in a hidden alcove above the private dinning room of a restaurant. Her cold black eyes showed nothing, she had been lying there for hours, waiting for the right moment, the perfect time in which to take her target.

It was also to her amusement the perfect irony, to watch as her target killed without remorse, only to find himself as a target. He had a contract on his life and he didn't even know it. Yes, it was amusing, very amusing.

She never shifted or moved, her entire body so still, her arms crossed, leaning on her elbows, her right hand careful and steady on the trigger. Her weapon was a SV-98, a Russian designed sniper rifle. It was incredibly accurate and silent. It was also a rifle preferred by most professionals who wanted a quite job.

She watched through the scope and waited.

The man seemed unaffected by the blood all around him and neither were his bodyguards. A man named Suma calmly pulled out a white handkerchief and ran it down the sword that had been passed on from each generation in his family. The red blood soaked into the cloth and the sword gleamed clean once again.

And the woman's teeth flashed in the darkness. Yes, it was amusing to know that this man would not live an honorable death. To die without combat, to die by an unseen enemy was humiliating.

Patiently she waited and then she knew. Perfect.

She pulled the trigger; the silent bullet was released and found its target immediately. Suma dropped to the ground, a bullet to the head, his eyes blank, he never knew what hit him.

The other bodyguard sprang up into action, his face startled only for a second before reaching for his gun. Too bad he never got the chance to actually pull it. He was dead before he even touched it, falling face down on the mat.

Mitsaga watched unable to believe what was happening and he knew that this was his last moment. He could only rage that he was to die by enemy hands without even knowing whom his enemy was.

A death that was without honor.

It was his last thought.

TBC…