Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ IV - C - Beautiful Distraction ( Chapter 29 )

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

How these 4 `s' words are intertwined

By Masamune Reforged

WhenShootingStarsFall.com

Warnings: Yaoi (tons of pairings, but mostly 1x2, 3x4 and implied former 13x6. Lemons amuck.), cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd expect in real life.

 

Page IV: A Crow Left of the Murder

Part C of Page IV

“Beautiful Distraction”

3rd person narration

 

The layout for the Crow was one of the more difficult ones Heero Yuy had ever needed to memorize. He'd infiltrated more secure and technical ones, but usually with some kind of reference. He had prepared several days in advance for this one, not because the underground complex's schematics were that hard to commit to memory, but because the amount he was getting paid for this mission was top-notch, and the employer one of his favorites. Heero had no loyalty to the mysterious man who called his beeper maybe twice a year. In fact, Heero had no idea who this man was.

 

It didn't bother Heero that he might never meet the shadowy figure, or hear his real voice. All he cared about was the fact that a call from this employer always meant a strenuous challenge ahead. There was no mission too difficult for Heero Yuy, despite his best efforts to find one.

 

Like all other missions from this employer, this was a solo operation, fitting Heero's preferences. Like the other missions, the specific instructions could be found in a briefcase left inside a waiting cab at the Metropolis Railroad Station, fifteen meters from the corner of Ash and Mallott. Like always, there was a video recording listing the specific objectives, photos of the target, whether it was an item or a person, a small advance for purchasing suggested equipment, and details on the layout of the mission's staging area, security network and escape routes. Heero never bothered with the escape routes.

 

The computer altered voice's information was always astonishingly accurate, and this sometimes made Heero depressed, because it meant that the mission would surely be successful. If it weren't for the fact that he undertook all these missions on his own, they would have probably been downright boring. Most of the missions were meant for elite squads composed of four or more.

 

But tonight, to Heero's shock-turned-pleasure, the information was not 100% accurate, as Heero found out when he tried what was supposed to be a locked fire door and found it was now a woman's bathroom. That certainly explained the dirty looks he'd received while shouldering his way past dozens of painted-up partiers whose almost visible panties were in a twist. They'd been waiting on line to go to the bathroom, Heero concluded.

 

The blueprints weren't accurate, and Heero hadn't scoped out the grounds on his own, foolishly believing that his normally perfect employer wouldn't slip up. The primary planned approach to the target was impossible because the South-A4 vent shaft was watched by dozens of young women doing cocaine and occasionally vomiting. The secondary and tertiary approaches were all going to be hard, and not being 100% confident in his knowledge of the layout entailed a huge risk for the manic hitman.

 

Tonight was different than the usual. The sheer size and frenzied nature of the human throng dampening the neon-sparkling air with sweat made it difficult to navigate. Heero's relatively short stature made keeping a lookout on security difficult. The music was way too fucking loud, and that made the blood boil all the more.

 

And then Heero ran into Duo Maxwell, who was wearing a scandalous outfit, and immediately made matters worse by latching onto the short-haired youth's side. Duo was wearing skintight leather to just above where Heero was sure his... oh wow... Heero got an erection just thinking about what the beautiful amethyst-eyed demon kept hidden in those pants. The creamy white flesh of Duo's midriff, without an ounce of fat, just as Heero had imagined it, was exposed. What barely passed as a sleeveless shirt only started well above the navel and clung tightly to his frame. Duo also wore leather gloves up past his wrist, a loose, open vest, and a priest's collar, the latter of which was the only non-black item on his delicious person.

 

Duo immediately seemed to know what Heero was all about, and even volunteered his `expert' services in whatever Heero had to do. The stoic hitman tried to brush him off; he always flew solo.

 

That wouldn't be the case tonight.

 

*-*-*-*-*-*

 

“It's you!”

 

“Hn.”

 

Heero tried to look interested in the drink he'd just ordered. He'd had to bark four times that he didn't want any alcohol in his Spirit & Coke, and the soda was watered down... He had to get into the kitchen, past the bartenders and orange-shirts(*1).

 

Duo made short work of saddling up into a vacant chair on Heero's right, putting down his $10 and raising his hand for a Jägerbomb. With his long hair he'd look natural making nice with the sullen and sour half Japanese sexbomb who was trying to give him the cold shoulder. Duo enjoyed when they played hard to get.

 

There were four females and two smiling Abercrombie wannabes bartending in the immediate vicinity, Heero assessed. The problem was that the only path where his entry would not fall to the vision of the always-watching eye (cameras) was patrolled tightly by three, and sometimes four, oranges. He needed to invent a diversion, and a flawless one. There was little room for error this early on.

 

Duo caught on, saying, “Why are you scheming how to get back into the restricted area?” He hit the nail on the head.

 

“What?” The blaring music and heaping human chatter interfered.

 

“Are you here to kill someone?” Even quieter, but this time Duo's words were heard.

 

“No,” Heero lied.

 

“Oh yes you are!” Duo caught him, smiling.

 

Heero, leaning into Duo's ear, snarled, “I wouldn't hesitate to kill you too.”

 

“Is that what they're calling it these days?” The violet-eyed imp played coyly. He turned away, thanked the bartender, grabbed his drink and took a strong sip before turning back and facing the assassin, smiling. Duo continued, “It could be fun! Trust me, it's that much better than doing it all alone with just your right hand and a bottle up your- Hey!”

 

Heero had made a motion to get up, but Duo put a gloved hand on his arm quickly.

 

“Just hear me out for a second, and then you can go on and do whatever crazy psycho shit you need to. It won't take more than a minute.” As the hesitant hunk settled back down into his seat, looking somewhat uncomfortable, Duo offered, “I won't waste your time.”

 

“Make it quick then,” Heero spat. Distractions were hazardous...

 

“You probably wanna get down to the VIP area on the 2nd level, am I right?” Duo asked.

 

Heero returned a face that said he was the one asking the questions. But Duo could still read his eyes.

 

“Yeah, yeah I'm right.” Duo nodded, smiling a little. “Otherwise you wouldn't be looking all helpless and pouty over your drink. Does that even have alcohol in it-” Duo had tried to grab Heero's drink, but the hitman had pulled away quickly.

 

“Do you know a way or not?” Heero snapped, ready to leave.

 

Duo smiled beautifully. “Of course I do, honey.” He leaned forward, dropping his voice so Heero had to close the gap as well. “But it's going to cost you...” His violet eyes glittered like a cat's.

 

“Whatever you want,” Heero replied quickly, the potential secondary interpretation of his bargain with the drop-dead delicious devil not escaping his thoughts. In fact, was it getting hotter in the club?

 

Duo decided to crank up the heat. “In fact, I think I'm gonna need a down-payment.”

 

“Huh?” And just as Heero opened his mouth, Duo struck like a snake, sitting forward and slithering his tongue into the captivating killer's kisser. Heero's mind froze, but his tongue fought with Duo's like it was the beam-sabre duel in Antarctica.

 

Heero let his eyes close, feeling for the enemy within. The glitzy lights disappeared; the thousands of people around them vanished. His own tongue clashed briefly with another similar weapon. A savory zephyr scent was sucked in with the air, Duo's. The music thumped loudly, the bass setting the pace, beating wildly. For the moment, Heero didn't want to kill anyone or undertake any suicidal missions. This was excitement enough. It was a hard, fierce kiss.

 

Duo pulled away first, leaving only the blend of oranges and licorice on Heero's lips, Jägermeister.

 

“Follow me.” The chase was on.

 

-end “Beautiful Distraction” Part C of Page IV in

Sex, Substances, Sin and Salvation. How these four `s' words are intertwined.

WhenShootingStarsFall.com

 

Next: “Shield Me, Spear You”

 

Notes:

[1]- Many security guard companies usually have uniforms in bright colored shirts in order to stand out in crowds and so they can spot each other. In this case the guards are wearing bright orange shirts, hence orange-shirts or Oranges.

 

ID Notes: The employer's name is obviously not to be revealed for some time.