Crying Soul Part 3
Heero left his motorcycle a couple of blocks down the main street and decided to walk the rest of his way on foot. He moved in the shadows, hiding from the curious eyes of neighbours and possibly waiting cops. When he arrived at his goal - the house where his witness lived - he climbed up the stone fence and crouching at the top of it he looked around searching for hidden traps, guards or alarms. What he found confused him.
Only two cars with cops sitting in them where guarding the boy. That was strange. He thought that there would be a lot more of them all around the house and garden, keeping their only witness safe.
His eyes narrowed. He didn't like. He didn't like it at all. This was looking suspiciously like a trap. Who knows what's waiting for him in the house itself...
He looked over at the house. It was dark, only one small light breaking through the darkness of the room on the first floor where the boy had disappeared. With a last glance around, he jumped down from the fence in the garden and moving quickly and stealthily, he arrived at the house. Climbing up the ornate facade of the house, he swung quietly over the balustrade and landed on the balcony.
Pulling out his gun from the shoulder holster, he crouched down again pressing himself into the wall. He waited for a couple of minutes but nothing happened. No alarm went off, there were no cops rushing out to catch him. Heero frowned. That was really strange.
He moved slowly to the window and took a peek inside. He could see the boy behind the thin curtains that were moving in the cold breeze. He was sitting in an armchair on the opposite side of the room. He was reading a book, looking to the world as if he was not in danger of loosing his life this very night. Was he really that naive or did he have some hidden plans?
Taking a closer look Heero had to admit that the boy was beautiful - long auburn hair braided in a thick braid, porcelain skin and big violet eyes giving him an elfin-like look. He watched the long slender fingers turning the pages in the book and he had to think about how it would feel if they were touching him, caressing his skin... The thin silken bathrobe left almost nothing to imagination and Heero felt a hot burning wave of lust uncoil itself in his guts moving down to his crotch.
He gripped his gun tighter and tried to focus back on the reason why he had come here. He should be really careful. After what happened this afternoon, he knew he was being watched even more closely than before. Wufei had made it pretty clear before he left the headquarters...
*Flashback*
Heero was sitting on his motorcycle preparing to put on the black helmet when someone moved out of the shadows of the garage. In a matter of second Heero had his gun pointed at the intruder.
"You are slow, Heero! If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead right now!" The voice was calm, detached.
Wufei... He should have expected him. This confrontation was inevitable after his failure this afternoon.
Heero hid his gun and nodded to him. "Wufei."
The young Chinese boy stepped into the dim light, black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, clad into a simple black tank top and white trousers, hands folded on his chest.
"You failed to accomplish your mission."
"The target is dead."
"Yes, he is. But there was a witness."
Heero didn't answer. Wufei knew everything because he was there. Always watching over him on his missions being there to correct his mistakes or take over his task should he get killed. The Guardian of the Dragon was his official status.
"You didn't kill him. You missed on purpose."
Heero didn't answer this either. Wufei was right and there was no reason to deny it now. He was sure Wufei reported everything to Treize as soon as they had come back. That's why Treize requested the meeting.
"You didn't kill him either, Guardian," Heero retorted icily.
Wufei nodded. "Yes, that's true. I wanted you to do it. Obviously you felt a false sentimentality for an innocent. There are no innocents in this world, Heero. And your loyalty belongs to the clan. If Treize wanted you to kill your own wife you would do it without asking."
Heero looked away. Wufei was speaking from his own experience here. And even if he didn't show it, Heero knew that the painful memory of killing Meiran was haunting him.
"I want you to go there and kill him. To step in front of him and shoot him looking into his eyes. You have to get rid of the feeling of remorse. You have your orders and you will fulfil them. And I will be there to ensure that you *will* do it."
With that Wufei silently disappeared in the shadows again. But Heero knew he was still there. And that he will be there to watch every step he will make tonight.
He put his helmet on. The engine of the motorcycle roared and with screeching tires he left the underground garage.
*Flashback end*
He felt cold shiver run over his back and he knew that Wufei was watching him right now. He didn't know where Wufei was hiding, but he *was* there somewhere.
Focusing his mind on his mission, Heero took a deep breath and pulled out the white mask from under his half unbuttoned black shirt. Putting it on he moved into the room.
TBC...
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