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Two Meetings And A Death
Valdimir Nabokov: You can always count on a murderer for a
fancy prose style.
Oscar Wilde: A man cannot be too careful in the choice of
his enemies.
Duo Maxwell, now known only as
Shinigami, stepped over the dirty streets of the Sha in in L2. The smells were familiar to him and he smiled
bitterly at the many homeless he saw walking the streets. That smile quickly disappeared however he
never showed any weakness for long. He
was tired but his steps were careful and energetic. It had been a long week.
Just a few hours earlier he and
Tahil, who was still by his side, had gone to the shuttle port and had managed
to erase all traces of his arrival to L2.
He smiled at the tiny girl by his side.
“See something you like?” She challenged.
“Not in the way you’re thinking
babe,” He laughed easily. “I’m heading
to Arman’s. You can’t follow me there;
I’ll call on you when I need you again.”
Tahil merely nodded. She knew her place. Shinigami watched as she easily detached from
his side and slipped away. He picked up
the pace stopping to glance at his reflection in a shop mirror. He could see only Shinigami, the God of
Death, looking back at him. There was no
trace of Duo Maxwell.
“Hey kid,” The shop owner stood in
the doorway glaring at him. “Buy
something or get lost.”
“I don’t like your tone friend,”
Shinigami glared back. “Let everyone
know that Shinigami walks among you now.”
The shop owner opened his mouth to
retort but Cottonmouth silently glided up to Shinigami’s side. Everyone the far into the Shadows knew who
Cottonmouth was, Shai Ichii’s voice to the people, and they feared him.
“My master has a message,”
Cottonmouth spoke with authority and people began to gather around and
listen. “He honors you Shinigami and
casts his vote for you to become high leader.”
Would you be willing to serve
me?”
“Whatever you command,” Troy
agreed.
“I’m not a fucking dictator,”
Shinigami hissed. “Keep
negotiations with the Yakuza open,” Shinigami instructed briskly as they walked
along. “If you can try to set up a job
by job negotiation system or you can off them an extra two hundred credits a
month from the original offer. Try and
dig up some more information on Dorothy Catalonia’s trial too. Any key witnesses you can find that are on
the opposition buy them off or kill them.”
His violet eyes glittered darkly as he went on. “I don’t care who it is. If they’re a Preventer or politician notify
me before taking any action.”
Troy
nodded as he mentally catalogued his orders, “Should I pass on any new
information on the Catalonia
situation to you? And I’ll remember to
check in daily.”
“Yeah,”
Shinigami rubbed the back of his neck.
“Anything on Dorothy just give me a call, day or night. And if you’ve got quons ons call me, don’t
wait.”
Tory nodded
and stepped back to let Shinigami walk into the mansion first. There was a grand entrance hall, inlaid with
marble, with two stair cases leading up to the second floor on either
side. On the main floor was a dining
hall, ballroom, two full bathrooms, a library, kitchen and two other rooms that
could be used for various things. The
second floor consisted of a master bedroom suite with a living room and
bathroom attachment, two other bedrooms, two more full bathrooms, a private
study, and two other multi-purpose rooms.
Both the attic and basement were divided into five sections. Shinigami had plans for the free spaces.
The Hawthorne
mansion was huge. He loved it though. His face displayed a huge grin as soon as he
looked around the entrance hall.
Everything was clean. “Une paid for me to modify it.”
“There’s
something I need to tell you,” Shinigami sighed looking around at the tidy
trailer. “But the Preventers can’t know,
you can’t tell anyone this. This is
personal information that I’m going to reveal to you before anything else ok?”
“I won’t
say anything,” Trowa blinked his visible eye, the green glittering like a
jewel. “You have both my word and oath
on it.”
“I don’t go
by Duo Maxwell any longer,” Shinigami looked down at the floor before lifting
his head and looking Trowa in the eye once more. “It’s just Shinigami now and that name will
become well known soon enough. I grew up
in the Shadows, Tro. My first memories
are from there, I know how to do all the dirty things that a street whore
does. I know the drugs, though not
firsthand and I know the Underworld.
“I’m on a
mission, of a personal nature to a certain extent. I’m watching the peace by using the
Underworld. Mostly I’m using them for
the information but occasionally people who get too close to me or to other
delicate situations have to disappear, you know.
“Every
month I compile a report and I personally deliver it to a courier who then
takes it directly to a mutual friend of ours.
Now you can’t be mad at Quatre for lying to you and everyone else
because I made him swear to me on all that was and is dear to him that he
wouldn’t tell anyone else what I was doing for both myself and him. But I’m telling you about this now because I
know he’ll begin to crack if there’s no one to talk to about this and other
things and for obvious reasons I can’t contact him directly too often. So I was wondering if you’d check up on him
from time to time and make sure he’s doing ok with work and everything else.”
“Only
because the circus has occasionally hidden wanted men,” Trowa smiled at the
phrase. “So you won’t be too out of
place here, or the first we’ve hidden.
As long as you stay in the back area you’ll be protected, just try to
keep your braid covered, that’s too hard to explain away. You can bunk in this trailer with me while
you lay low. The circus doesn’t perform
tomorrow or the day after which is perfect because you and I have some catching
up to do.”
“You mean I
have a lot of explaining to do,” Shinigami half-joked.
“That too,”
Trowa said with a half smile. “I’ve
missed knowing that you were around.
It’s good to have you back.”
“I’ll
always be watching from the sidelines you know,” Shinigami reminded him. “It’s good to know that you’ve got my back
though.”
“Aa,” Trowa
answered. “Good to know.”
The two
spent the night in companionable silence, finding comfort in each others quiet
presence and strength. There were no
nightmares until they woke the next morning.
By then Herr Redner’s death and the expln ofn of his offices was
plastered all over the morning news and it was believed to be the work of a
terrorist group which struck both the young men as a fitting explanation.
The circus
folk were more than happy to help out Trowa’s friend but Catherine was harder
to convince and fool and finally both of them agreed and revealed Shinigami’s
identity. Fortunately she agreed
wholeheartedly to keep his identity a secret and to his him whenever he needed
because she firmly believed that each of the former Pilots deserved the chance
at a norlifelife and she was also glad to see that Trowa had friends outside
the circus, friends who cared about him.
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“Well Tro,”
Shinigami was saying three days later as they stood waiting for a Sweeper
contact. “It was great seeing you again
and thanks for, well; you know what I’m trying to say.”
“I know,”
Trowa offered a tiny smile. “Take care
of yourself Shinigami and if you need anything you know how to look me up.”
Shinigami
pulled him into a fierce hug, surprising Trowa, but the young man returned the
embrace just as fiercely. They
understood each other, more than twins or spouses or best friends. They were war bonded, trusting in each other
completely with their lives and with all the innocents lives and they accepted
each other, with all the scars. For them
this secret would either make that bond stronger or weaker, only time would
tell. But both of them felt sure enough
of that bond to take that risk with it.
Shinigami
spotted his Sweeper contact and followed after him, leaving Trowa behind with
one last grin, and then he vanished.
Soon enough he and his contact were in a tiny private shuttle port
inside a two person shuttle that taking off from the runway.
“Man
Shinigami,” The contact grinned. “You
cut it close there. Nice job though,
very thorough and all that.”
“Thanks,”
Shinigami said. “Will Howard be here?”
“Yeah,” The
young man said. “I think that he’s
really eager to talk with you.”
“He’s not
the only one eager for a little chat,” Shinigami smiled.
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