Author: Gypsie1201
Pairings: 2+1, 1+2, eventual 1x2, established 3x4, 5x6, HxR, DxC
Warnings: Angst, Language, Violence, OC's, Lemons, Mystery, Post EW, Sap, Some blood & gore, Supernatural, Suspense, OOC-ness, Yaoi, Yuri
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Debs-Dragon - GW Diaries & Akira_1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of this story.
Feedback: All is welcome and much appreciated.
Beta work by darkmisstical.
Summary: Realizing the pilots have been working themselves into the ground, Relena and a few others decide they need a month away to just relax. But when the murder mystery get-together she plans turns deadly, how will they solve it while keeping themselves and everyone else alive?
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Chordney Manor Prologue
Flashes of lightning from the approaching storm lit the large picture glass window in the shadowy den, failing to illuminate anything beyond a foot or two into the room and leaving it in relative darkness. With a sudden strike of a match however, the old fashioned, oil hurricane lamp sitting on the desk was lit, bathing it and the man now sitting in the large wing backed chair, in a soft orange glow.
Dressed in fourteenth century style clothing that contrasted sharply with the modern vidphone and computer sitting on the desk in front of him, the man appeared to be in his mid to late twenties with deep blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that was well trimmed and styled. Reaching a perfectly manicured hand forward, he casually picked up the single manila folder sitting in the middle of the ink blotter on the desk and flipped it open. With his eyes, flashing red from a particularly bright lightning strike, watching in earnest, his hand removed the five photos that were the sole occupants of the folder and placed them one by one on the desk.
In the first picture, the man, no more than a boy really, had unkept chocolate brown hair that fell forward over deep blue eyes, the color of the night sky just after sunset. He was dressed in black spandex shorts and a green tank top that showed off his excellent physique completely. The scowl set firmly on his face the only thing marring his beauty.
The second photo showed another boy, this one with a wide smile and expressive blue eyes that were so deep, they shaded toward violet and seemed to twinkle with mirth in a lovely, heart shaped face. Long chestnut hair was pulled back in a thick braid that reached to just past his waist and he was dressed in what appeared to be priest's garb. A simple golden cross that was clasped about his slender neck was his only other adornment.
In the third photo, the young man was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans with a dark green turtle neck. His auburn hair was short yet fell forward over one side of his face in long bangs that hid one startling green eye. The neutral and blank expression on his face leaving a cold feeling to the boy's aura.
The boy in the fourth picture in contrast was smiling warmly as his soft blonde hair and sea-blue eyes reflected the warmth of the smile. He was dressed in tan slacks and a pink button-up shirt with a light purple vest over top.
Finally, the last picture showed a boy of obviously Chinese origins with deep brown eyes and black hair, pulled back at the nap of his neck in a tight ponytail. The traditional Chinese clothing of loose pants and long tunic all in white was complimented by the sword that was strapped onto his back.
For several long hours, the man in the chair simply sat and studied the individual photographs; the only movement being that of his eyes as they moved from one to the next as well as the rise and fall of his chest. Then, as the storm outside finally began to pass over and the light from the lamp began to dim, he reached forward and picked up one of the photos. Almost in reverence, he allowed his fingers to skim along the elfin face that smiled back at him with twinkling violet eyes and without looking up from the picture in his hands, he waved absently at the ones left sitting on his desk and immediately a shadow detached itself from the wall.
The shadow turned out to be a short and somewhat elderly man who stooped slightly with his advanced years. Dressing in much the same clothing, only lacking the finer elements that marked the gentlemen in the chair as one of the upper class, he stepped up to the desk and quickly shuffled the remaining pictures together before placing them back in the folder. Finally placing the folder under his arm, he looked up at the man still sitting in the chair, giving him a searching look. "Is it truly him, Master?" the older man asked softly, his voice little more than a whisper.
"Yes, Edward, it is." the master said just as softly, still not raising his eyes from their perusal of the boy's photograph. "You will see to it everything is in order."
"Of course Master." Edward said with a small bow before turning and leaving the room, taking the remaining pictures with him.
"Yes." the man said once the servant was gone. "It is most definitely you, just as I knew the first time I saw you. And soon, you will be mine once again and this time, it will be forever."
TBC...
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