Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Other In Me ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: The Other in Me 2/?

Authors: Shikono Kamoe and Gypsy Nanashi

Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it wouldn't be suitable for anyone, much less myself...not that it is, but hey...

Rating: R - Lotsa gory stuff heh heh heh

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1x?, 2x5x2

Warnings: Woo Hoo! Violence, descriptive words, abrasive language...I could go on and on...

Author's Note: Okay umm...I know you people call this a 1x2ml for a reason but we have reasons

why we're doing it. So don't hate us onegai. *begs on knees* Anywayz this is where the story might churn your stomach and make you loose your kibbles and bits *smiles insanely* Well here goes

~Chapter Two~

Well into the evening and time to go see the crime scene, Wufei had yet to show up and Heero was truly becoming a little pissed. He wasn't quite sure if he should hate Wufei or Duo which confused him a bit which in turn pissed him off more.

Heero looked up just as a tall shadow overcast the light shining through the open door. There he saw Trowa, wearing a black turtle neck and dark blue jeans with his usual work boots. A jacket was swung over his right shoulder, and his left hand was tucked in a pocket. Trowa had cut some of his hair at Quatre's persistance and you could now see both dark emerald eyes, instead of only one.

Heero gave a curt nod at him and stood before slipping into his black leather jacket. He now had several different colored tanktops, a deep blue one on at the moment, and black jeans replaced spandex also a new pair of sneakers completed the outfit.

After turning off his computer he grabbed the bag that contained his laptop and car keys, as he proceeded to walk away with Trowa.

"So, what's the word?"

"It's really bad. 18 people have had to go home because they couldn't take it. There's a very strong copper smell from the drying blood."

"That means a large gag factor, right?"

"Right. We'll want to breathe through our mouths instead of through our noses and well want a cloth to cover both."

Heero nodded and continued to do so as Trowa continued to give information down the hall.

"We finally got pictures of the place. It's very...for a lack of a better word disturbing. Blood everywhere. On the walls, carpets, and ceilings. Every room has blood somewhere."

"After this we need to go and look at the body to see if we can find any clues there."

"Right."

~*~

They arrived at the house, stepped out of the car and walked to the door. They slowly opened the door after putting on gloves and a cloth over their faces. When they walked in they were immediately bombarded with a very obscene sight.

There was blood on the walls everywhere, and most of it wrote words in Japanese.

"What does it say Heero?"

"I did this...for you...baby."

The two continued to look around the house. Things were broken everywhere. Heero saw the bas he had given Relena with the help of a particular fork eyebrowed girl. It had been black with pink roses, now shatered against the wall where, Heero noted to himself, was more Japanese writing.

This time saying,"Your no longer under her control."

Whoever this psycho was he was obsessed with the fact that someone needed saving from Relena Peacecraft. Which was strange because Heero couldn't think of anyone.

"Heero come look at this."

Heero started from thought and looked at Trowa.

"What?"

"Come look at this Heero."

Heero walked over purely baffled by the look on Trowa's face. As soon as he saw what Trowa was looking at his face became a mirror to Trowa's, maybe worse.

On the light muave carpet was a shape that they both knew well. The shape was of a scythe.

They slowly lifted their eyes away from the mark and towards each other's.

'Could he really be the one who…?' he asked Trowa with an expression as he again raked his eyes over the scene in front of him.

"Could be," Trowa said aloud before taking in the scene again as well.

The night before flashed through his mind on a possible scene.

Screaming echoed through the house once again in their minds. They pictured her running down the hall, and looking back her ash blonde hair flying and knotting as she did so. Then she tripped and fell landing unceremoniously out of breath on the carpeted floor.

She then proceeded to try and scramble away her pink nightie getting in her way. Then…

A ringing cell phone snapped them back to reality. Heero looked over at Trowa who now had the cell phone up to his ear talking to someone who seemed to be his lover.

"I'm not going to be home until late."

Heero paused all thoughts of the murder and focused on Trowa.

'That's just great, called by his lover in the middle of a case,' Heero mused silently to himself.

"No probably not. Not until 1 maybe 2 at the latest. I'm not quite sure."

Trowa paused and Heero knew he was receiving the download from Quatre.

"Gomen, forgive me, onegai? Itooshi onegai."

Heero couldn't help but smile at the deathly pale pallor of Trowa's face.

'Trowa won't be able to play detective with me for a while.' Heero chuckled at the thought.

Trowa said goodbye and hung up the phone, giving an exasperated sigh in the process.

"Won't be able to play detective games for a while, I take it," Heero said in a joking tone.

"Yeah, basically."

At that time they both laughed pushing away the demons of depression before returning to the task at hand. The next stop was to see the body and neither of them were excited at the thought.

~*~

They arrived at the morgue in a rather good mood. Only because Quatre had called to give Trowa an, "… And another thing," speech. Heero chuckled and said aloud in a hopeless tone,

"… And another thing…"

Trowa chuckled too, "It's all part of being in a long term relationship."

"Isn't it frustrating?"

"Sirs, identification please."

They handed the blonde green-eyed young woman their identification cards and continued their conversation without a pause.

"Sometimes, but most of the time it's just a thing he does because he feels like teasing. Which was the … and another thing speech."

"Here you are sirs."

~*~

The doctor was explaining the victim's time of death but Heero and Trowa were too busy making sure that their stomachs didn't clench and tug too much to pay attention.

"…she died even before she bled to death," the doctor paused, "Are you listening?"

Both jumped and focused their attention on the autopsy specialist [1].

"Well there's a first an ex-mercenary and an ex-exterminator of the evil forces are actually disturbed by a dead body," the doctor said with a bemused look.

"This isn't just a hit and run."

"… and this coming from a man who wore spandex in the artic and shot someone point blank just for knowing who he was."

"That's completely irrelevant to this case Doctor Po," Trowa cut in ending the conversation with a look Quatre had rubbed off on him, "Now re-explain what you said."

"Look, what I said is that her heart stopped a good hour before the blood flow did. Which means, she didn't bleed to death."

"She could have gone into shock," Heero pointed out.

"Already checked, her heart just stopped. No convulsions or heart attacks, nothing. That's what really throws me for a spin."

"Okay that's a bit strange if you ask me."

"Well I wasn't but thank you for your opinion Mr.Yuy. We could, however, possibly figure this out if the expert on this type of situation were here,"she said conversationally acting as though this were an everyday thought.

Trowa shot the doctor a deadly look.

"No, I can barely handle this, I will not jeopardize his well being," Trowa paused mid-sentence, "Not unless it is absolutely necessary."

The doctor nodded in agreement, "Well then shall we get started, that is, get to explaining the wounds to you?"

Heero nodded mutely. He didn't want to talk at the moment, not at all.

~*~

Kushrenada sat quietly reading a book in her bed. Somewhere from her closet she heard a clank and a low laugh following it. Getting up she walked to her closet and opened it never guessing until it was too late that it was probably a mistake.

"Whoever said the boogeyman never existed lied."

The girl got one look at the weapon before it came crashing down on her. Her stomach was ripped open and in a matter of seconds she was dead on her floor.

"How's 'bout we make you into a stuffed doll, doll," the laugh echoed through the house once again.

~*~

The killer picked up a couple of stuffed animals with his sullied hands.

"Aren't you a little old for furry little friends, Krushy-baby?"

All around the murderer was Kushrenada's insides, stomach and intestines spread across the bed as the killer cut off her skin and was now beginning to fill it with anything that was soft.

He'd flipped his lid and was enjoying every moment of it. It was actually exhilarating to be utterly psychotic and murderous. He was once again dressed in a hooded cloak that looked like something Death himself would wear. Glancing around the room he smiled.

Body parts were every where, blood smeared along the walls, bed, and other pieces of furniture. The once before body now lay across the room in mangled pieces that were surrounded by puddles of blood.

"Unlike last time," he mused to himself, "The blood isn't sinking in. Thanks to you of course, for having hard wood floors."

Kushrenada's skin just lay there unmoving as the killer stuffed it full of stuffed animals and blankets.

"Thanks, really, now I have lots of 'paint' to draw on the walls with."

He moved her lifeless lips.

"What's that you say? Your welcome? Why thank you, sweetheart."

After he was done with the stuffing and sewing her skin, he thought to himself, it was officially going to be drawing time.

"I know, I know, I shouldn't draw on the walls 'cause it's bad…but who's gonna stop me…you?"

The killer smiled, a cold frozen expression.

"It's all 'causa you that I wasn't able to be with him today. So now we're even. You got me, and I got you. Even Steven I always say."

The murderer then threaded his needle and began to stitch up the gaps in Kushrenada's body. When he was finished with that(which took quite a while) he realized she wasn't smiling like himself.

His smile became a frown and then turned into a glare.

"Your not happy 'bout this?"

The glare intensified.

"You're mocking me again, saying things behind his and my back. Well your going to smile whether you want to or not."

The man picked up a needle and threaded it once again and stitched her mouth closed and up at the corners. After he did that he sat her on a shelf and wrote with his finger, in blood, below the new doll, in Japanese writing:

"This is called the Krushy-baby-doll-doll. New from Matel.""

"Now for the real fun."

He walked over and picked up a body part before he began to write on the wall in the exact language he wrote for Kushrenada.

~*~

Heero awoke late the next morning, his mind still going over the events he had fallen asleep pondering. He'd seen disturbing things during his life but the scene at Relena's house had to be one of the worst. And the scythe...was Duo involved in this somehow? He'd never liked Relena and he hadn't exactly kept the fact a secret. Scrubbing his face with his hands Heero sighed and began to get dressed. He should have been at work hours ago.

~*~

Walking into the office Heero was shocked. Work had always been chaotic, what with cases arriving every few seconds or so, but this was beyond chaotic. This was madness. Every person was scrambling to find what they were supposed to be doing. Many of the were shouting obscenities at each other blaming every one else for their problems.

Heero's left eye twitched as he fought the urge to yell Omae O korosu at the top of his lungs. Ignoring them as best as possible Heero made his way through the mass of people towards Wufei's office, eye twitching more with each step. When he finally reached the familiar door he threw it open causing Wufei to jump at the sudden sound.

"Yuy what the hell --."

Wufei stopped mid-sentence noticing the slight twitch in Heero's eye.

"What is going on out there?"

Heero's words were spit out in a deadly voice. Wufei's eyebrows shot upward in a surprised expression.

"You haven't heard?"

Heero's eye twitch mutated into a glower.

"Obviously not or I wouldn't have asked," he ground out.

"Right, sorry. Kushrenada was murdered last night in her apartment."

"Same person?"

"Unknown as of yet."

Wufei stepped out from behind his desk to hand Heero a report of all the information they had collected so far and was within a few inches of him before he noticed the look on Heero's face. The eye twitch had resumed anew accompanied with a glare so heated that it could have melted ice cubes. Wufei to a step back.

"What?" (*blinkblink*)

"Aren't those Duo's pants?"

Wufei looked down at the aforementioned pants and blushed. Then looking up quickly he gave Heero a yeah, what of it look before answering evenly.

"Yes, so?"

Heero's glare got several degrees hotter and Wufei returned it for a few moments before Heero stood up and walked towards the door continuously glaring.

"Call Duo and get him down here."

Wufei blinked.

"Why?"

Heero's gaze went from melting to freezing in a matter of seconds.

"I have to question him."

T.B.C...

Gypsy: *yawns* Late night writing is the pits!

Duo: *grins stupidly, wide awake* So write during the day.

Gypsy: *shoots Heero-like death glare towards Duo* If I had time I would *grumble grumble*

Duo: *sees glare* Eep!

Wufei: *pops up from no where* Help, Maxwell, Nanashi!

Gypsy: *eye twitches* MY NAME IS KYOSHI!!

Wufei: *glares at Kyoshi* I don't care just get the sleeping onna off me!

Shikono: *has a death grip around Wufei's neck* Zzz...

Duo: *blink blink* HA! HA HA HA!

Wufei: *glowers* Maxwell...

Gypsy: Good idea, Shikono.

Trowa: *appears from no where* What the... Where'd Quatre go?

Gypsy: *glomps onto Trowa and falls asleep*

Trowa: *sweatdrops* Damn it...