Author: Merula
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, assassins
Pairing: 1x2
Here is a One Night oneshot- taking place after the Your Move section, I think. If you aren't familiar with the ON guys, this is not going to make a lot of sense. Sorry!!
Many thanks and hugs to Mechante_fille for the title!
One Night Sidefic 11
Double Crossed
The man paused at the door of the room. "I didn't think there would be anyone else here." He frowned at the long-legged blonde on the sofa who was idly flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine. She didn't look up to acknowledge his comment, she only recrossed her legs and settled a little deeper into the cushions.
"Elise is trustworthy," said the assassin and gestured at the chairs beside the small table. "Won't you sit down?"
Deciding that it wasn't worth the argument, the man sat down and waited until the assassin joined him. "I understand you are back in the business, Mr. Yuy."
"I seem to be," Heero Yuy shrugged as if it didn't matter much to him one way or the other. "It is my original profession, after all."
"It's dangerous to work outside the Organization- or outside of Winner Industries."
"Both the Organization and Winner Industries agreed to let me leave."
"Do you do any work for them?"
Yuy's eyebrows rose slightly. "No. They have their own employees. Is there a reason for that question?"
"Would you object to targeting one of their employees?"
"Depends on the employee. If you are asking me to target Mr. Chang or Mr. Winner- then I'm afraid the answer is no. I'm not stupid or suicidal."
"This is the target." The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. He put it face down on the table. "From what I understand you had an- association with him. An association that ended?"
Yuy studied him for a moment. "All of my associations ended the day I resigned from Winner Industries. So," Heero flipped the picture over and studied the target. "Duo Maxwell," he said, unsurprised. "How do you want him to die?"
The man looked flustered. "What do you mean?"
"What are the terms of this contract? Should he die fast or slow? Do you want the body found? What proof do you require that the job was completed?"
"Oh," the man took a deep breath. "I... I thought you'd want to know why I wanted him dead."
"That's really none of my business, is it?"
"I guess not."
"Besides," Yuy leaned back in his chair, "you are Ron Wells, head of Wells Industries, a rival to Winner Industries. I imagine Mr. Maxwell has either stolen something from you, killed an associate of yours or you are simply trying to send a message to Mr. Winner."
Ron Wells gaped at him in shock. "It's not- I'm not-"
"Please, Mr. Wells, spare me. I did work for Mr. Winner. What makes you think I wouldn't be familiar with his business rivals? I am rather surprised you showed up personally to arrange this contract, but then I suspect you don't really trust anyone else to do it for you."
"That's true," the business man had recovered from his shock. "I prefer to make deals face to face. I would like this Maxwell made an example of- send a message to Winner- can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Then we're agreed. Leave the body somewhere that Winner will find it. He'll no doubt hush it up- so take pictures for me, and then I'll pay your fee."
"Half up front," Yuy smiled slightly. "You are asking me to kill a former associate and possibly anger Mr. Winner."
"Very well. I'll have it sent immediately-the bank number?"
"Elise?" Yuy turned towards the lovely blonde on the couch. "If you will get Mr. Wells the number he'll need? And once the first payment is in my account, I'll get started. If you will be so kind as to meet me here- oh, three days from now, I will have what you require."
The blonde levered herself gracefully up from the couch and pulled a card out from her pocket. Quickly, she scribbled a number on it and then opened the door with a sparkling smile.
Mr. Wells got up and took the card from her. "Three days? Are you sure that's enough time?"
"I assure you that it is." Yuy didn't move or glance towards the open door. "I'll see you in three days."
Grunting, Mr. Wells stepped out, Elise closing the door behind him. He wasn't sure if he could trust the assassin to do the job properly- but he'd been in the business too long not to know that there were some risks to all good things. Even if Yuy failed, the attempt should throw a scare into Winner and that paid freak of his...
~*~
Three days later, he returned to the hotel room in a much happier mood. There had been some sort of disturbance at the Winner compound- his spies didn't know exactly what- only that Winner had been called out of an early meeting and that his paid medics had been called to the scene.
Elise opened the door for him, her smile widening as she ushered him inside. He took a moment to admire her figure as he stepped past her. Yuy was sitting at the table, in almost the same position he'd been in three days ago- except this time there was a packet on the table instead of a single photograph.
"Mr. Wells," Yuy gestured at the packet. "There is the evidence you asked for."
He didn't even wait to sit down. Eagerly grabbing the packet, he pulled it open and flipped through the pictures.
"This looks like Winner's office!" He said, shocked.
"You did say that you wanted Winner to get the message personally."
Maxwell was spread out on Winner's desk, stabbed through the heart. Wells had expected a sniper bullet- Maxwell was dangerous after all- to stab him someone would have to get damn close.
Yuy was better than he thought. Though if the rumors about Yuy and Maxwell had been true- it would explain how he got so close- and a lot about him choosing this way to kill his former associate.
Wells sat down, vaguely aware of Elise standing behind him. He was more aware of the assassin across the table. It would be a mistake to underestimate this man- and he had...
"Satisfied?" Yuy asked.
"Yes."
"Then the second half of my payment?"
Wells dropped the pictures on the table and reached for his phone. "I'll call it in right now." He hadn't meant to pay right away- he'd meant to talk Yuy down a little.
But after seeing the pictures- he was a little more inclined to simply pay up and walk out of here.
"Wait a moment." Heero raised his hand slightly and Wells stopped cold. "I have a question. Perhaps you'll answer for me- and we'll waive the second half of the payment?"
That sounded almost too good to be true. "What's the question?"
"Why Mr. Maxwell- and not Mr. Barton? If you intended to send a message, then Barton would've been the better target."
Wells frowned. "Maybe. But I had a score to settle with Mr. Maxwell."
Yuy's eyebrows rose slightly. "The Huntsman business?"
Wells snarled a little. He knew about that, did he? "He made me look like a fool."
A flash of a smile. "Pardon the comment, but you were careless. Just like you were this time." Yuy's eyes flicked up over Wells head. "Don't you agree, Elise?"
"Very careless," the sound of Elise's voice made Wells' blood run cold.
Whipping around so fast that he nearly knocked over the chair, Wells stared in disbelief at 'Elise'. She was no longer blonde and curvy. The very familiar man standing behind him flipped his braid over his shoulder and gave Wells a dazzling smile.
"Hello, Mr. Wells. It's so nice to see you again. Mr. Winner would like to talk to you." He inclined his head towards a door on the other side of the room. "In there if you don't mind."
"You'll never work on this colony again-" Wells snarled at Yuy, who only looked amused at the threat.
"Then I'd better make sure that Mr. Winner doesn't fire me."
"Mr. Wells? Mr. Winner is waiting." Maxwell went to the door and opened it. Wells stalked through it and slammed it behind him.
Duo turned to his lover with a grin. "I think he's a little mad."
"Just a little," Heero shook his head and scooped up the pictures from the table. "Anyone who thinks you can be taken out like this deserves to be double-crossed."
"You say the sweetest things."
OWARI
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