Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mental Descent ❯ The prince and the master ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: Ya' know... I had this ready for quite awhile.. I guess all the hype over my vacation made me forget to actually publish it.. I saw the file for this and I saw four chapters and I was like.. What the hell?.. XD

Summary: By twisted fate, Treize brings his new accomplices together, not quite caring who they are and minding only what they should be doing.




The prince and the master




Of course, the boy doesn't just pull the trigger, like I would have done if I had finally cornered a target.

"Heero Yuy." The gun shifts against my hair. "Are you doing this for money or purpose?"

"Both."

"He has young Quatre with him, does he not?"

A slight rustle came again when he shifted the weapon. "If you mean Dr. J, then yes. Why?"

"Well, if you work with me, I can get you your cute friend back." This was going all according to my plan; of course, everything happened in a different order than I expected, but the outcome was the same.

"If I don't kill you, he'll kill him," the boy argued in a voice completely devoid of any attachment to Quatre Winner, but it's the inside that counts most of the time.

"Dr. J is using Winner for drug tests and is using his money to pay for people like you. Without his fingerprints, voice code, and eye code, J will never be in the high position he's in now." In other words, J is bluffing.

The gun was gone. Heero Yuy used to be abnormally merciless, but the Winner boy probably cut him down a bit.

"What do you mean about 'drug tests'?"

Calmly, I turn around with what many women have called a 'charming look' on my face. "Winner has a high tolerance for many drugs, including the new highly addictive, highly controlling drug called Eo, which gives certain people super-strength, like Wufei or enhanced senses, like Trowa, or, eventually, nothing at all, in Winner's case. Short-term effects range from that to massive bleeding and hallucinations and all sorts of things.

"So, how about it? Do you want to cleanse the world with me?"

"Only until I get Quatre back."

Typical, and so straight to the point. "That's fine with me."

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Just as the odd couple finished their deal, Trowa, dressed in the only clothes he owned consisting of a pale green turtleneck and ragged, holed, and faded jeans, came around the pealing paint of the corner of the wall with his newfound lover Wufei. They held hands and stopped together at the sight of Heero Yuy pointing a gun at them.

In an adorable feat of courage, Wufei immediately stood before Trowa.

Treize raised his hands. "I want them alive, Heero."

The boy grimaced, swinging his silencer skillfully into its holster. "Don't call me by my first name."

"Yuy," the man corrected, shrugging. "Why don't we all stop for a hot cup of tea at the café downtown?"

"I know you," Trowa said suddenly, eyes narrowing.

"Really? That's wonderful."

"You're that crazy asshole that killed my good-for-nothing sister and keeps coming to me asking for that place where they sell Eo."

The 'crazy asshole' bowed. "The one and only."

Trowa stared for a few moments, contemplating, then looked at Wufei. "I don't trust him; he isn't right in the head."

"Fine." Wufei turned to leave, obviously either putting Trowa's interest over his or thinking the same way as him.

"Now, now," Treize spoke dryly, a bit irritated, "I don't have to kill a bitch here, now do I? Or.. have Heero do it, as he had come here for that intention."

"You wouldn't kill me."

"I'm talking about your boyfriend, of course."

"Would you risk my pertinent information?"

"Would you risk your pertinent lover?"

"You're crazy."

"What's your point?"

"I don't like you."

"I don't care."

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We three boys and I sat around a frustratingly circular table with bolted seats, which were frustratingly purposely centered equally around the table. It was also a frustratingly small table. Of course, I chose this table with the sole purpose of having them as close to me as possible. As I had guessed, Heero and Wufei sat besides me and Trowa took the last seat straight across, though from the blatant look on his face, he would rather be anywhere else.

Sure I killed his sister, the once caring, lovely Catherine Bloom of France, but then she ruined it all by turning to drugs and expensive wines after her boyfriend dumped her. When I killed her, she was already half dead by alcohol poisoning, had abandoned her dear younger brother, and fuzzing at the mouth because of her slight cocaine overdose. I took great care cutting her piece by piece.

Trowa had walked in, completely tripped on his addiction to Eo. He sensed something was wrong, as that is what Eo did to him, as I said to Heero. I was poisoned by Eo once, some long ago time. I'm not sure what happened, and I don't really care, but I sure as hell could relate to what Trowa was feeling.

The rush of the drug is like a subliminal roller coaster ride shaking its turbulence in your soul. However, once off the high, you don't feel like you want to do it again and again, like so many other drugs; only in the high would you want the ride to go faster and faster and you take more and more.

Even as I removed the last limb of his sister, Trowa had popped in two more pills, leaning casually against the door, waiting for me to finish.

"So glad all of you could come," I say in a falsely cheerful voice.

They said nothing. The stares they gave me were of the utmost displeasure and apathy.

So I continued in a much more dismal tone, wishing for a pretty diamond in the rough, "I need all of you to bring down Dr. J."

"Obviously."

I didn't know who that was, because I was looking into my drink just then, but they all speak so blandly it could have been any of them or all three. I ignored the comment. "If I kill him straight-out, even if I make it look like an accident, he has contacts that will automatically come looking for me and you three.

"So I have a plan. Heero, you'll bring them back like nothing's happened between us."

"Excuse me?" That was either Wufei or Trowa.

Suddenly I remembered Hilde Scheibeker. I was supposed to meet her this afternoon to confirm whether or not if she is really ratting out other members of her prostitute ring to policemen. That damned J got to Trowa through the woman. It was going to be a quick visit, and I would have left her dead in a bathroom. She would be waiting at her workplace in a quarter of an hour or so.

"Of course, J would see through the act if Trowa and Wufei weren't roughed up a bit," I murmured easily, with a palpable hint of pleasure in my voice.

The Frenchman frowned deeply at me, ascertaining immediately my tone of lust. "You sick man, he has a gun and came behind us. That's good enough reason for any to surrender."

"What reason would I have to bring them?" Heero interrupted, "It's not like I pity them or anything."

We were a bit of an estranged group, even as we sat talking together. It was the same sort of scene as a calm before the storm between three gang lords, someone ready to shoot the other at the drop of a hat.

Anyway, I had thought of this. "Did you know that J, with help of the Winner Bank, is successfully hiding a drug ring? Trowa knows about it."

"No, I didn't. So, you're saying that I'll bring them back thinking they were his only means of money- and like hell I was going to wait?"

"Exactly."

"So what if he decides to expose the matter to Heero then, what will become of us?" Wufei asserted, but his eyes were bright with the plan.

"I'll come in to save the day."

An eerie, almost bored silence met me. They really weren't very fun at all. I had a horrible thought that maybe a lack of humor was immoral. The idea was banished; I couldn't go on and make my own rules.

Oh, the irony of that, Mr. Treize.

Ah, the voice in my head. It'd speak to me now and again, it's how I kept my sanity all these years, or lost it, something along those lines anyway.

"How?" said Trowa after the quiet.

"Heero would carry a camera-"

"They're going to search me."

"-in his hair-"

"Conceal it with a hat?"

"-at an angle inconspicuous."

Their bewildered expressions amused me. Young people often did. That's why I would often stalk them before I made a kill. Surprisiment at their deserved deaths was a source of redemption for me, made my blood boil.

With that in mind I rummaged through my inner pockets, past the smaller knives and bottles of cyanide, the clips for the three pistols I hid in my coat and the hooks that went with my fishing equipment in my car, and took out some hair glue and the extremely narrow digital camera I had invented to be hidden directly in dark-brown spiky hair. I turned to Heero, laughed at his face of accusation and distrust, and pressed some glue into the middle of his head and stuck the camera to it. Moving out of the way to idmire the handiwork, Wufei said almost instantly, "Did you put it in?"

"I can't see it." Trowa was surprised; I could hear it in his voice. Of course I knew the disguise would work, but you never know until you have valid, semi-valued second opinions. I took out the small television that connected with the camera and turned it on. Clear colored faces of Trowa and Wufei clicked on the screen, the bar and waitresses behind them.

"It really works," said Heero, moving his head around to test his own statement.

"Go back to the apartment and call J..... I assume he hasn't let you know where he hides."

"Correct."

"And I also assume that he blindfolds you," I say, speaking to Trowa and Wufei, "whenever you ride with him." They nodded back affirmatively. "If I'm correct in my assessment of Dr. J, he wouldn't trust the apartments as a safe place to reveal he is transporting drugs, and he will take you back to his hideout. There he will either tell you or try to kill you, but I'm sure he still needs Heero, if he hadn't already caught the elusive Duo Maxwell. Or even if he did.. He'll still probably need you. "

"What does he have to do with anything?"

"You will not believe me." Probably.

Heero glared at me; seemingly, that was his way of showing disagreement. "I don't like going into traps, Kushrenada. What is with this Duo Maxwell?"

"He can kill one person a day just by looking at them and saying 'die'."

"Impossible."

"A reaction to Eo?" Ah, young Trowa is the one to catch on first; no surprise there.

"Yes, but only one person a day, I hear. He's been in hiding since... well, I guess a very long time. What I would do if I had his power." I'll sacrifice newborn babies, maybe.

While Heero and Trowa looked similarly thoughtful, Wufei's mouth creased disapprovingly. I was abruptly reminded of last night, and I wondered why he hadn't brought it up. Surely, he didn't trust me that much after that, or maybe the human heart is so easily swayed. Lucky for me.

"Why don't I just go alone and make him believe I had killed them?"

Didn't I just explain that? I guess not. "What reason would you have to go to his hideout then?"

"What if he doesn't tell me about the drug ring?"

"Just ask him how he is getting your money and where he's keeping Quatre. He doesn't have to tell you the exact location but just so you know that he is still alive."

Amazingly, Trowa added, "I think it's going to work. the plan is based on a lot of if's, but it's better than you stalking me for the rest of my life."

Well, that wasn't a particularly nice thing to say.

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Treize believed there was absolutely nothing better than seeing Trowa Barton naked on the bed and covered in fresh purpling bruises. On his buttocks. Heero had followed what the man had said and made it look like they had a fight. Wufei was stuck in steel cuffs, his ankels and wrists, and gagged after shouting the most profane and threatening words to leave a man's mouth.

The brains behind this operation sat calmly in his automobile outside, watching how things smoothed out.

Trowa was only bound in ropes, but his flexibility gave the need for Heero to intricately tie knots all around his body. Even with that, in stubborn protest to piss Heero off for beating him, he managed to slip out of his bindings. He was ready to get away again when the door opened to let in Dr. J, two of the same guards, Duo Maxwell, and another member Treize has seen before, a long-haired, blue-eyed, collared young man, the most gorgeous person Treize has ever seen. The assassin stood up and walked towards the group.

"Tell me again why you've kept them alive?" Dr. J smiled.

Heero didn't like when people smiled during business; it was like holding up a sign with 'trap' written all over it in neon crayon. "You get your money from them. I don't like the idea of you getting rid of them and then I will have to wait for my money."

"So, are you really here for the green or for Quatre?" Heero said nothing. "Have you struck a deal with them that will keep them alive?" he asked, but the smile was still there, so the assassin changed the subject.

"If you don't need them I want them, or at least the whore, I don't need the other one."

The blonde coughed; something changed in the doctor's demeanor; the guards shifted a bit.

J clicked his mechanical fingers together, thinking keenly on the series of events. "If I ordered you to kill him, and you don't care for him, why didn't you just kill him?"

"Are you saying you have other means of making my money?"

"You haven't heard of my.... other means of money?"

"Which is?"

Now it was J's turn to change the subject. "I feel uncomfortable talking in a place like this. How about we drive to my place. I will have to tie and blind you for security reasons, you understand?"

"Will Quatre be there? I want proof that he's still alive." Heero had a corner of his mouth slightly upwards, his way of a smile when things were going smoothly, even with the tiny interruption. "And, on the way, maybe you should introduce me to your new friends."

"Oh, sure, sure."

Treize started the car as they went downstairs, only J and the guards left free riding in the car. Treize had a perfect view of the streets and marked their way on a map he had on his lap.

"The blonde one there is Zechs Merquise."

"Sex?" Heero gasped, a bit astonished.

The doctor barked out a laugh as Zechs sighed exasperatedly. "Zechs Merquise. I have his sister close to where Quatre is, if you know what I mean, and the other fine lad is Duo Maxwell. Their reactions to Eo are.. quite exceptional to say the least. Of course, I just can't tell you what they are."

"How did you meet them?" Trowa had taken out his gag to ask this, scratching through the tape with his now handcuffed hands.

"They came in a package, you see, as lovers. Duo seems to be the master of the relationship, as you would have guessed by the collar around Zechs' neck. Like you and Wufei, Duo here seems to want to stay close to Zechs, even if that means following my demands.

"Oh, which reminds me- Heero, I need for you to take a certain man named Treize Kushrenada to the grave for me. I'm sure he is familiar with Duo Maxwell and his abilities, so you're the only one presently gifted enough to take him out. Do you know Treize Kushrenada?"

"He's the one who's rebuilding a part of the mall, and that's about it."

Zechs coughed, and the camera swerved to the sound. showing the very deep frown on J's face.

"You know nothing else about this man?"

"Nothing else import- that I'm going to tell you," Heero murmured.

Dr. J exclaimed, "Well, my, my! I can't have you hiding things all the time. You must be very frank with me or I cannot assure you of Quatre's life: have you met Treize Kushrenada?"

"...No..."

Zechs didn't cough.

"Not in person..."

Still, he remained silent. This confused Treize.. There was something Heero was trying to figure out, and the sex boy was playing him on end or purposely not voicing his catch.

"And not personally. I've been watching him since he has been watching Trowa."

"Hm."

"Is Quatre, with that Relena girl, all right?"

"Oh, they are fine, fine." Zechs' breath hitched, but the doctor didn't notice. "Just don't go hiding things from me again, hm? Oh, George! Stop here, there's a young lady I'm supposed to meet at this corner. You and Edgar stand outside. Don't want either of you getting knocked out from behind." Shortly, the car doors opened and the boys inside assumed the man and his guards had left when the doors closed.

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I had to admit that I was surprised when the lovely Zechs Merquise entered the apartments, the collar adding utter perfection to my sight. I already knew him, from long ago, that he was an amazing boy able of catching anyone in a lie just by hearing their words. I saved him from certain death once, from J and his men after they burned down the Peacecraft house. His real name was Milliardo Peacecraft, but I had advised him to change his name and grow his hair out and straight. How ironic it worked but still he was captured.

The Peacecrafts were the Sopranos of this town. J, with the help of four other old men, took care of that real quick, I hadn't thought they would keep the sister of his highness- but I guess J probably didn't, as Milliardo wasn't particularly happy with J's compound statement that both Quatre and Relena Peacecraft were all right.

I guess I better get a move on now or else I wouldn't come in time for anything important.

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At the same time Treize started his car, J came back in, saying quite placidly, "I have my reasons that you, Heero Yuy, are lying to me, as is Zechs. I'm willing to bet that you have," he coughed dangerously, "met Treize in the last, oh, three hours."

"Why say you that?"

"Because... Hilde Scheibeker is still alive."