Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ An Assassin's Weakness ❯ Sarcastically Sweet ( Chapter 1 )

Title: An Assassin's Weakness

Author: DustyInvasion

Summary: AU (yaoi) Duo is the son of the American President. You would think because of that the FBI would take better care to keep him safe from certain Japanese terrorists.

Notes:

(1) Yes you have seen this story before (to those who recognize it) it's just under a different pen name and summary (crappier one I might add) and this one should actually get updated.

(2) To any of you who end up liking this story, if I take too long to update or anything like that please IM or E-mail me and tell me to get my lazy ass into gear. I get side tracked easily so it would be appreciated!

(3) If there is something you don't like about my story please review and tell me what it is or get into contact with me. I really want to make this the best as I possibly can but I need your help to tell me what I'm doing wrong.

(4) If there are some big mistakes I make I am totally blaming it on the time, it is 1:30 AM, I just can't sleep my body is still at the times for Winter Break.

(5) In this story Duo's name is Damien, Duo is his nickname.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the hot guys in it, but I do have the second DVD for Gundam Wing, I just wish it was the first, I love it when Duo breaks him out of the hospital!

Claimer: I do own this plot and some of the minor characters (ex. Ms. Vermilion and the driver) so do not takeee what is not yourseee!

Well on with the story I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 ~ Sarcastically Sweet

"DAMIEN MAXWELL, you will accept these bodyguards whether you like it or not! They are being sent to protect you, not to baby-sit you. You have to understand I don't have a choice, you have to have one with you at all times of the day. I don't want you to end up kidnapped or worse because of my job."

Duo tugged at the end of his braid impatiently, the copper taste of blood filling his mouth as silent screams tore at his throat. His father didn't understand what it was like being followed on a date and looking up from your dinner table to see the FBI patrolling the restaurant. They may mean well, but they all treated him like he was something precious that might break at any moment. It wasn't fair he was turning sixteen in two months and they acted like he was no better then a rambunctious child!

"Dad, you're not being fair! It's my choice, you can't decide for me, if I don't want them coming to school with me then they aren't going to!" Duo spat out between clenched teeth, his body shaking with tremors of rage as he wiped his cold sweating hands on the rough denim of his jeans. "It's not like I'll need them there, most of the students there have important mothers and fathers too! Just last week they announced that Princess Relena of England would be attending there. So it's not like they're new to the whole 'protect the kid' thing. There are guards around almost every corner. I'll even go in under disguise if you let me go alone, new name and everything no one will recognize me!"

Mr. Maxwell's face was pulled tight with annoyance, his own hands clenching on a portfolio leaving greasy prints from his damp fingers. "You think a name change will make a difference? Look at you, anyone can recognize you on sight."

"Fine! Ruin my life see if I care, I'm never talking to you again!" Duo's mouth clamped shut with abrupt force as he swiftly made his way past his father, dodging the hand that reached towards him.

His father sighed realizing the boy wasn't going to let it be. There seemed to be nothing that would change his son's mind, but he couldn't help the swell of pride that filled his chest when his son had refused to back down. He watched as Duo made his way down the stairs without once looking back. He glared at his son, but the twitch of his lips was more then enough to prove that he knew exactly what Duo was doing. But even though one knows the trap it does them no good if they still fall in.

"Duo," The President called out haltingly. Duo's quick pace slowed before stopping he waited for his father to continue without turning around. "You can go………alone."

Duo's only hint of acknowledgement was a quick dip of the head, before he resumed walking not once turning to face his father.

"Brat!" His father called out, smirking slightly. Duo turned a grin covering his face as he blew a raspberry towards his father, his violet eyes gleaming mischievously, before bounding down the rest of the stairs, braid trailing behind him.

* * *

The richly dark stained door shone brilliantly as the glistening chandelier reflected against it, the brass handle twisted as the door slid open soundlessly, stroking against the plush navy carpet that muted the clicks of the black high heeled shoes. The woman walked swiftly through the room her lips pursed as her eyes narrowed in annoyance at the thoughts that were running rampant through her mind. Her deep auburn hair, highlighted sparingly with white, was swept back in a strict bun. Her long black pants swayed with her walk, clinging loosely to her lengthy legs, with her conservative tailored jacket completing the high powered business woman image. Stopping sharply in front of two large oak doors her knuckles rapped curtly, before she opened them without waiting for admittance.

The woman nodded curtly at the older man who stood in her way, his hand wavering over his gun before the guard quickly moved to the side and waited for her to pass, then stooped down to pick up the fallen newspaper and reclaim his metal fold up chair.

Walking swiftly to the large oak desk that sat in the middle of the room, she stood before it waiting for the circle of babbling meticulous suited men and women to notice her. No one took note of her presence as they were all trying to gain the attention of the man who sat in the middle of them, hoping the louder they talked the more attention it would draw to their complaints. A younger woman was the first to spot her, her eyes widened slightly before she leaned down to whisper audibly into the overwhelmed man's ear.

"Mr. President the representative from the Federal Bureau of Investigation is here." The President continued to try and control the flock of jabbering businessmen before he realized what his secretary had said.

"Get these people out, Rachel." Rachel immediately went to work, picking up papers and shoving them into assorted arms and showing them out the door. The president waited for Rachel to leave before turning to face the woman who now stood before him.

"Ms. Vermilion." The President's voice lowered warily. He swept the graying hair from his eyes and started on putting his desk back into order, grouping together the papers that strewn about.

"Mr. President," She smiled slightly for a second, then her face became a stony mask her eyes narrowed and her lips became no more then a pale line. "Do you know it is going against regulation if you send him there without any protection at all?"

"Yes," The President nodded briefly, ducking his head and opening a portfolio to look over its contents.

Ms. Vermilion's eyes hardened as the President refused to look up; snatching the portfolio away she waited for him to return his attention to her before continuing. "And what do you plan on doing about it?"

"I am currently without an answer to your question Ms. Vermilion. As soon as I know I shall contact you." The President murmured. He held out his hand for the portfolio as if he expected that to be the end of the conversation.

"Then we will just have to send one of our younger agents." Ms. Vermilion nodded slightly as if congratulating herself on the idea.

"He still won't agree to it." The President cradled his forehead in the palm of his hand trying to think of an alternative.

"Then we just won't tell him," Ms. Vermilion said confidently.

"Who are you thinking of sending then? He has to be good if you don't want Damien finding out."

"We only send our best, he'll never even notice." Ms. VerMilion assured.

The President nodded, the creases in his face becoming less apparent as he warmed to the idea, "Let's try it then."

* * *

Duo hugged his dad firmly, burying his head into the soft material of the cotton shirt. His throat burned as he held down the tears that wanted to pour from him, blinking rapidly he kept them at bay. Gazing once more at his father's familiar face he let go. "I'll be back in November for Thanksgiving."

"Goodbye Duo." Mr. Maxwell smiled then took a step back away from his son. His eyelids flickered rapidly, blinking back tears that glazed his eyes.

Duo gave a short wave and grin before climbing into the 2003 Nissan Xterra that was supplied to take him to the airport. Duo watched his father leave then turned back and reached over to turn on the radio. The driver grabbed his hand jerking it away from the buttons. Duo looked up in annoyance his eyebrow raised in question. The driver dropped his hand returning his own to the wheel. Directing his gaze forward he spoke without looking at Duo.

"Get in the back."

Duo glared as he stepped out of the car and slammed the door, placing his hand on the hot metal of the handle he opened it and resumed slouching on the stiff cushions. The driver glanced in the mirror at him before commenting. "Seatbelt."

"Radio." Duo shot back, intent on having at least one thing his way. The driver leaned over switching the radio on and Duo pulled the belt over his chest buckling it in securely.

Fifteen minutes later the driver was hard pressed from pulling over and wrapping his hands around his passenger's slender neck as the boy sang along to the radio. Duo's earsplitting voice rang throughout the car as he tried to imitate the singer on a particularly high note.

Duo's grin grew as he watched the driver close his eyes and breathe deeply when they stopped at a red light.

"Hey, driver! It's GREEN!" Duo snickered as the driver put on the gas before quickly braking.

"Are you INSANE! We could've crashed!" The driver roared while his hands became white with the pressure he was gripping the wheel with. He tried to slow his breathing while he watched the cars zoom past where a wreck could have been seconds before.

"Hey I'm not the one who isn't paying attention while driving. With those kinds of mistakes you might end up killing me and then where would we all be?" Duo smirked, watching as the driver's breath quickened and his face begin to flush a brilliant shade of red.

The rest of the ride was spent in stony silence as Duo glowered out the window, livid that his music had been turned off.

* * *

Duo drummed his knuckles against the armrest, looking out of the window, and down at the wide expanse of the murky blue waters, surrounding for miles. Inside the airplane a flight attendant's friendly voice was stating their estimated time for arrival.

Duo glanced over to the man beside him, he was relatively young with a head full of wavy brown locks. The young man's ears were covered with oversized headphones to listen to the movie the plane service provided. The colorful scenes from the movies were reflecting off his glasses making it hard to see the eyes of the man. Soft snores were audible over a child who had started to whine loudly about being hungry.

The plane was full, every seat was taken, and yet to Duo it felt as if for the first time in months he was truly alone. No one was spying on him or following him around and reporting back to his dad. He wasn't going to be called a wimp because he had a body guard trailing him ready to fight for him. For once he could make friends without someone questioning the motives behind his friends.

Though it still seemed too good to be true, Duo looked around the plane looking for anyone who didn't belong. Someone who could have been sent after him. His eyes stopped on a middle aged man two rows ahead on the next aisle. He kept shifting around in his seat nervously glancing out the window and back up to where the cockpit was. Duo passed it off for first time jitters. Again his eyes rested on another male, though much younger. The Chinese boy was sitting up straight a small brochure was held in front of his face that he was staring at intently. An odd sense of familiarity crept over Duo, he glanced to see what the other boy was reading and saw a school crest engraved on the back.

It seemed that Bridglotte was a popular school, Duo smirked softly. Maybe he and the Chinese 'student' would share classes. Not that he minded, Duo thought staring at the slim well built boy. However, if the FBI thought sending a younger agent as a student would throw him off they were very much mistaken. No sixteen year old was built that well, it only came from years of training. He would have fun with this, Duo grinned maliciously then turned back to gaze out the window.

TBC

AN:

Please review and let me know what you think, and for any of you who read the summary and did not understand the meaning of yaoi, it means boys kissing each other and so on. So if you don't enjoy that kind of writing I suggest you stop reading this because there will be plenty of it in this story.

Questions/ Comments? I can only answer if you review and ask/tell!

Question for the readers -

1) Should Duo pursue a relationship with Wufei?

A. Get blown off

B. Break Wu-bear's heart…nvm not doin that

C. Mess with Wufei's head because he knows he's an agent

D. You make it up

2) I plan on having Duo end up with Heero but if you guys want a different pairing review and tell me - majority wins.

P.S. - Anyone know how to make indentions and things like that?