Silver Strait 7/?
Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2004 5:29 pm
The two men stood looking at each other. Both were still, muscles tensed for battle. Their eyes were locked. Both wore kimonos and both held swords still in their scabbards.
THat's were the similarities ended. Stormy blue eyes locked with forest green eyes. One had hair that flew all over his face, the other had three sharp prongs covering his eye.
"Why are you here?" growled Heero.
"For the same reason you are," Trowa replied.
"I doubt that."
"You would be wrong," Trowa began, "I'm here to do what I must."
"Do your worst," Heero challenged him.
"That would be unhelpful to both of us," Trowa said, "Relena was kidnapped."
"All of Japan knows that."
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Trowa asked.
"It's not my job," Heero said.
"When has protecting Relena ever been your job?" Trowa demanded. He turned his sword onto it's side. Heero red the numbers, commiting them to memory easily.
"We'll be in touch," Heero said turning and walking away.
"WHo are you? Traitors aren't welcome here," snarled a voice. Trowa didn't bother to turn around. Japan had become ruthless in the post colony world. Every city seemed to be like the Forbidden City. Trowa's other had moved to the sheath. He pulled the sword apart and lunged foward.
The blade sliced through the air, ripping through the first man splitting him in half. Trowa brought the sword up and blocked the second man's blow, whipping his blade around and slicing through the thrid man. Turning back to the second he lunged foward and plunged his blade into his heart.
Trowa re-sheathed his blade before the man fell. His communicator buzzed and he picked it up.
"Yes Catherine?" he asked, "No, I'm fine, I'll be back in time for our first show tomorrow. I love you too, Goodbye."
*~*~*~*~*
"His name's Benjamin Meckers. He showed up in the 'Independant Contractor' circut two years ago. Bejamin Meckers is not his real name."
"And?" Lady Une was quickly losing her patience. She looked at the young opperative carefully. He paled and swallowed, the bottom of her stomach fell.
"That-that's all we know."
"Two days and that's all you know?" Lady Une demanded, "did you search Anagrams of his name--"
"N-no--"
"I did."
Lady Une looked up to see Millardo standing in the doorway.
"I told you to stay inside," she barked at him, "you're probably next."
"I will not sit idily around while my sister is missing an Addicts are after her," Millardo said icily, "now do you want my information or not?"
"Get out," Lady Une ordered the Preventer. He scurried out and Millardo stepped it. Lady Une saw he held a rather thick folder. he threw it on the desk.
THat's were the similarities ended. Stormy blue eyes locked with forest green eyes. One had hair that flew all over his face, the other had three sharp prongs covering his eye.
"Why are you here?" growled Heero.
"For the same reason you are," Trowa replied.
"I doubt that."
"You would be wrong," Trowa began, "I'm here to do what I must."
"Do your worst," Heero challenged him.
"That would be unhelpful to both of us," Trowa said, "Relena was kidnapped."
"All of Japan knows that."
"Why aren't you doing anything?" Trowa asked.
"It's not my job," Heero said.
"When has protecting Relena ever been your job?" Trowa demanded. He turned his sword onto it's side. Heero red the numbers, commiting them to memory easily.
"We'll be in touch," Heero said turning and walking away.
"WHo are you? Traitors aren't welcome here," snarled a voice. Trowa didn't bother to turn around. Japan had become ruthless in the post colony world. Every city seemed to be like the Forbidden City. Trowa's other had moved to the sheath. He pulled the sword apart and lunged foward.
The blade sliced through the air, ripping through the first man splitting him in half. Trowa brought the sword up and blocked the second man's blow, whipping his blade around and slicing through the thrid man. Turning back to the second he lunged foward and plunged his blade into his heart.
Trowa re-sheathed his blade before the man fell. His communicator buzzed and he picked it up.
"Yes Catherine?" he asked, "No, I'm fine, I'll be back in time for our first show tomorrow. I love you too, Goodbye."
*~*~*~*~*
"His name's Benjamin Meckers. He showed up in the 'Independant Contractor' circut two years ago. Bejamin Meckers is not his real name."
"And?" Lady Une was quickly losing her patience. She looked at the young opperative carefully. He paled and swallowed, the bottom of her stomach fell.
"That-that's all we know."
"Two days and that's all you know?" Lady Une demanded, "did you search Anagrams of his name--"
"N-no--"
"I did."
Lady Une looked up to see Millardo standing in the doorway.
"I told you to stay inside," she barked at him, "you're probably next."
"I will not sit idily around while my sister is missing an Addicts are after her," Millardo said icily, "now do you want my information or not?"
"Get out," Lady Une ordered the Preventer. He scurried out and Millardo stepped it. Lady Une saw he held a rather thick folder. he threw it on the desk.