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Two Lives	By : WingedScribe Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Two Lives
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The steady
�tap tap tap� of Duo�s boots could be heard echoing throughout the hardwood
hallway outside of Quatre�s bedroom. Looking at his watch for the seventh time
in as many minutes, Duo crossed his arms across his chest and sighed at the
door that stood between him and his friend.

�Quatre,
you were supposed to be ready twenty minutes ago! What is taking so long?�
Banging on the door once again, Duo was rewarded with a dejected moan emitted
from the other side.

�What am I
supposed to wear to a club? I have nothing!� Quatre sounded obviously
distressed, so Duo slowly opened the door, wanting to help his
fashion-challenged friend.

�First,�
Duo said, sifting through Quatre�s closet, �the purple vest and pink shirt
combo are definitely out. What else do you have buried in here? Lesse�.� Duo
continued to route through the closet while Quatre, momentarily overwhelmed,
stood back and watched.

�What�s
wrong with my shirt and vest?� he asked, his voice sounding very bewildered.

Half an
hour later, and after much protest on Duo�s part over clothing color, the two
were ready to go. Dressed in black leather pants, black boots, and a tight
fitting black tank top, Duo felt ready to take on the town, not to mention any
psychopaths that he might encounter. Since he was going as backup, Quatre
decided he should be a bit more reserved in his dress, choosing a tight pair of
jeans and a white, sleeveless tank top with black tennis shoes.

�You got
what we need?� Duo eyed his friend, checking his clothes for any suspicious
bulges that would give away the fact that he was equipped with several guns and
maybe a knife or two.

�Hey, I am
your backup aren�t I? What good would I be if I couldn�t carry my own weapons?�
Quatre grinned at his long time partner and the two of them started to make
their way from the mansion.

�Now,� Duo
said as they neared the front door, �I know you�ve probably been kept pretty up
to date on the things going on around the office, but this is one of those top
secret, don�t ask don�t tell cases. The gruesomeness of the murders alone
demands it, not to mention how the Tokyo PD has botched the investigation up
till now. Have you been fully briefed on the situation?�

�I know
that we�re looking at a very twisted guy. I�ve heard that there have been missing
body parts associated with each victim and that, along with the body parts, the
hair is always removed.�

Duo was
impressed. Quatre�s level of knowledge on the case was up to par with even his
own, despite the fact that he was only a part time Preventer.

�Well, at
least I don�t have to worry about your knowledge of the guy. I�m assuming you
were told how he picks his victims, and you know why we�re going to the clubs
tonight.� Quatre nodded affirmative as he opened the passenger side door of
Duo�s car.

�So you�re
hoping to lure the guy out with this?� Quatre asked, grabbing the end of Duo�s
braid and waving it in his face.

�That�s
what I�m hoping. Of course, the fact that I�m absolutely irresistible will help
too.� Duo flashed Quatre his breath taking smile and Quatre just looked on
nervously, not sure how the night was going to turn out.

As the car
pulled out of the driveway, Quatre felt a chill go through his body and the
hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. Looking around for the source
of his discomfort, he got the distinct feeling that the two of them were being
watched.

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Slamming
against the side of the car, Duo folded his arms and let out a frustrated sigh.
It was nearing 1:30 in the morning and he and Quatre had made no progress. They
were no closer to catching the murderer than they had been this afternoon. And
to top it all off, he had lost his hair tie in the last club and now his
beautiful chestnut locks were quickly unraveling from their constant bindings.

�Are we
calling it quits for the night, Duo?� Quatre asked from the other side of the
car, waiting for his friend to unlock the doors before getting in.

�Not quite
yet,� Duo said, unlocking the car doors and hoping into the driver�s seat.
�There�s one more place I want to check out.�

Staring at
his friend skeptically, Quatre buckled his seat belt. �Do you really think
you�re going to find him tonight, Duo? I mean, out of all the clubs in Tokyo, you think that
we�re going to pick the right one on the first night?�

A breeze
blew through the open car window, sending locks of Duo�s freed hair blowing
past his face. He turned and looked at Quatre, his violet eyes burning into
Quatre�s cerulean ones. �What else am I supposed to do, Quat? I�ve got
surveillance tapes on every club in the city, but this guy never shows. And
yet, for some reason we keep finding his bodies all over the place. How is he
doing it? This is the only connection I can see and I don�t know how else to go
about it.� He rested his forehead on the steering wheel, the leather feeling
cool against his skin.

Quatre
could tell that this case was getting to Duo more than most. It had been going
on for too long and each new killing had Duo feeling personally responsible. He
tended to take violent cases too personally, like everyday that the killer was
left free was a day that he failed.

�So,�
Quatre said, breaking the silence and reaching behind him to get his seat belt,
�what club are we off to next?�

Duo reached
onto the seat behind him, rifling through some papers he�d printed off of the
internet which told about the most popular clubs in the area. �We�re off to a
happy little place called The Yellow Rose. It caters mainly to the homosexual
scene, but there tend to be several straight couples there, looking to have a
good time without getting hit on.�

�Sounds
like a plan,� Quatre said, nodding as Duo turned on the engine and the two sped
out of the parking lot and headed on their way to the last club of the night.

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2:15 AM. It
was getting later and later as Duo danced the night away, constantly aware of his
surroundings and always on the look out for the suspicious. His unbound hair
spiraled around his figure, catching the flashes of the strobe light and
shining in the hazy atmosphere. The beat of the music pounded in his chest, the
rhythm reverberated through his very being.

Quatre sat
at a stool at the bar, his eyes scanning the corners of the darkened building,
flitting back to the dance floor every couple minutes to double check on his
friend. He didn�t know exactly what he was looking for, but he hoped that he
would be able to recognize someone suspicious when he saw them.

From
somewhere in the room, a pair of eyes watched both men. The person smiled to
himself, knowing that there would be no action for either of them. They
wouldn�t nab their suspect any more than he would nab them. The sheer
pointlessness of their actions made the watcher chuckle silently. He waited
with the two in the club, watching their every move and noting the way they
communicated through eye contact, the slight twitching of the eyebrows
signifying an all clear.

The time
slowly ticked away until it was nearing three in the morning. Realizing that he
still had work in the morning and that the night was a complete bust, Duo
signaled to Quatre that it was time to go. Meeting each other by the door, the
two walked to their car, completely unaware of the click of a camera that
resounded in the silence of the night outside of the club.

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The blaring
of the alarm clock jolted Duo from his restless sleep. Despite the short time
that they had lived together, Duo had gotten used to feeling Heero�s presence
beside him and he didn�t sleep well when he wasn�t there. They had moved in
with each other three months after becoming partners, and had been beside each
other ever since.

Swinging
his legs over the side of the bed, Duo shuffled his feet over the floor until
they came into contact with what they were searching for. A fluffy pair of
purple bunny slippers found their way onto his feet and he stood up and made
his way to the bathroom.

He jumped
in the shower, washing off the sweat from the night before. Washing his hair
thoroughly, Duo thought about what a complete waste of time the night had been.
Nothing remotely out of the ordinary had happened and he had Quatre had finally
had to call the whole excursion a flop.

Wrapping up
his dripping hair, Duo left the shower and, accompanied by the steam from the
bathroom, hurried into his bedroom. Pulling a pair of pants out from the chest
of drawers next to his bed, unfurled the towel from around his hair and was
about to begin brushing through the tangled mass when he heard something from
outside the apartment.

�Damn dog,�
Duo thought as he recognized the sound of Jinx, his next door neighbor�s husky
who barked at anything that passed. Most of the apartments in Tokyo allowed pets and this one was no
exception, but that didn�t mean that Duo had to like being awakened at all
hours by the damn dog next door.

When the
barking hadn�t subsided after a while, Duo got curious. Usually, after whoever
was outside the door had passed, Jinx would end her tirade, however today she
just kept going.

�What is
her problem today?� Something wasn�t right. Jinx may have been annoying every
now and then, but she was still a pretty well behaved dog. �Maybe something�s
wrong with Yuko-san.� The old lady who lived next door was well liked on the
hall, but she did live alone and if anything had happened to her, it might take
a while to notice. �I should probably go check on her.�

Wet hair
hanging down his back, Duo walked from his bedroom to the front door, all the
while listening and waiting for Jinx�s barking to stop. He opened the door that
led out into the hall and stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at what was
waiting for him on his door mat.

Roses. A
dozen blood red roses were lying on his front mat. They were held together by a
black band and had no kind of formal wrapping whatsoever. A white card was
nestled in amongst the petals and Duo bent slowly to pick it up.

Examining
it, he realized that he was still standing out in the hall. Any thoughts of
Yuko-san forgotten, Duo reached down and grabbed the stems of the flowers
without a second though. He was rewarded with several sharp jabs to his palm as
he realized that the flowers had not been de-thorned. The black band tying the
stems together caught his eye again and he noticed several silver streaks in
it. Realization dawned on him as he grabbed at the hair tie holding the flowers
together. This was the same band that he had thought he�d lost the night before
in the clubs.

Goose bumps
worked their way over his exposed flesh as he reentered his apartment and set
the flowers down. Picking up the envelope once again, he studied it with quiet
intensity. A drop of blood from the thorn pricks on his hand had fallen onto
the white paper, staining a spot the same red as the flowers.

The envelope was standard size, but the note
itself felt heavier than just paper. Opening it up, he quickly realized why.

Inside were
several Polaroid pictures, each one dated and time stamped on the bottom,
showing Quatre and Duo�s gradual progression from bar to bar the night before.
There were six pictures in all and the first five started at Quatre�s house and
ended with them going to the car at the end of the night.

The last
picture was the most disturbing one. It showed Duo standing outside his
apartment kissing Heero as they stood in front of the cab, early in the morning
the day before. A single index card fell out of the envelope as Duo stared at
the pictures, and he bent down to pick it up. In careful, neat handwriting one
word was scrolled across it.

MINE.

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I hope you guys all enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it was
shorter than the first one. I�ll try to make the next one longer. Don�t forget
to review! It�s really helpful to know what you guys think of this so far!
Thanks again for reading!

~Winged Scribe
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