Cracked Reflections 1/5+ Epilogue & Prologue
        Finishing the Job
Rating: R
Series: Gundam Wing
Genre: AU/Angst
Pairings: 1x2x1 (background), 3+4+3 (suggested), 5xMerian
Spoilers: Yes, but only of you can recognize the changes. (Can't say more or I'll ruin the story.)
Warnings: (Het, Yaoi, Death, Angst, AU (in a weird way), Violence, Suggested NCS, Prostitution, Suicide, Drugs, Bastardized Quatre (I think...), Language, and Generalized Freaky Things
By Moon Faery
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Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However, this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to her.) Grrrr....

Author Notes: Don't bother looking up all these classes and Treaties. I made 'em up. And, just in case you can't tell, this is Heero's story.

*** April 7th AC 175 ***

A soft wind blew through his hair as he sighted his gun on the man down below him on the street. Every step of the man was followed with a hawk's eye, waiting for shot to open up. And then there it was. The man made a quarter turn to the right, exposing his chest. Expertly, the assassin narrowed his eyes, finger squeezing the trigger gently. Three bullets shattered the air, the sound making people scream. The victim looked up at the last second, eyes widening in terror. IN that brief moment, his foot caught on a loose paving stone, jerking him to the side just as the bullets hit.

"Mr. Yuy!" a man with brown hair yelled in shock, kneeling down by the fallen man's side. "Someone, catch the gunman! Call the medics!" He felt for the pacifist's pulse, sighing in relief when he found it strong under his fingers. Of the three bullets, only one had made a direct hit, embedding itself in its victim's left shoulder. "He's alive," Master Winner breathed softly, closing his eyes. "Thank God, he's alive."

"Master Winner!" someone called urgently. "That assassin has been caught!"

Winner nodded vaguely. "Good. Hold him." His mind wasn't on the prisoner, or the sound of the ambulance arriving in the background. He was thinking of only one thing.

'Heero Yuy's alive...'

*** AC 184 ***

"What do you mean?" the woman screamed, beating on the chest of the tall soldier that was restraining her. "You can't arrest me, I have a family!"

The soldier just shook his head sternly, even though his eyes showed more than a little sympathy. "I am sorry Ma'am, but under the New Revised Disarmament Treaty, you have to be taken in for questioning." He grabbed her wrists and slapped a pair of handcuffs onto them.

The woman continued crying, deep blue eyes reddening. "I haven't done anything to be questioned for!" she protested, trying to pull away. Her long black hair swished around her lower back as she shook her head in denial.

"Provision 164.26.54 paragraph B listed yesterday as the final day to turn in all weapons, sport or otherwise, for destruction. You are registered as the owner of a Class C- 17 handgun, purchased for protection purposes. You did not hand in your weapon by the set date, and are therefore in violation of the law and are to be interrogated as a suspected terrorist."

At the word 'interrogated', the woman went pale, and looked as if she was going to faint. She gathered her backbone and stared the soldier straight in the eye, knees trembling. "What about my son?"

"He will be raised in accordance to law, and handed over to the United Earth Sphere Orphanage for education and upbringing."

"NO!" Everyone drew back slightly at the sound of her suddenly forceful voice. "I'm not handing my son over to be brainwashed and trained to grovel at that bastard Yuy's feet!"

The captain of the squad stepped forward and slapped her sharply across the cheek. "You have no choice, woman!" he growled. "Never speak of Heero Yuy like that again!"

Her head snapped to the side under the weight of the blow, but she brought it around to glare balefully at the gathered troops. "I'll say anything I damn well want to," she hissed, eyes darkening with something that was far from sanity. "He stole my husband from me, all for his God damned PEACE!" she spat in the Captain's face. "If peace means tyranny, I'd rather die cleanly in a war!"

The captain reached up and wiped the spit from his face. He turned on his heel and marched out of the room, pausing in the doorway. "Kill her."

"What?" The youth holding the woman looked startled. "But sir-"

"You heard me!" the Captain snapped. "She resisted arrest and attempted assault using lethal force. Kill her."

"Sir, she did no such thing!" the soldier protested, loosing his grip on the woman involuntarily.

She felt the tiny bit of freedom and ripped away from her captor, throwing herself on the Captain. "Haruki! RUN!" she screamed, wrapping herself around the man. A small figure in green pajamas shot past them, tripping as the Captain reached out and grabbed his ankle.

Haruki cried out and fell to the floor. A jagged piece of wood that used to the door sliced through the tender skin over his eye, leaving a gash that traveled directly over his eye and down his left cheek. His mother screamed in rage and kneed the man in the groin, watching in satisfaction as he let go and curled around his pain.

"Haruki, run!" she called. The little boy climbed to his feet, casting a terrified glance at his mother with intensely blue eyes. His wildly messy hair fell into his eyes, almost hiding the weeping red tears that flowed down from his left eye.

"I'll be fine, Baby," she whispered. "I'll always be with you. Go. Now."

Haruki nodded and raced off into the night, vanishing into the shadows like a ghost.

*** AC 195 April 7***

The youth known only as Killer slipped through the shadows like he'd been reborn in them. In a way, he had been. Every movement was calculated to make no noise, and to avoid alarms and traps. Eventually, he made his way to the top of the building, illegal sniper riffle slung over his shoulder.

'Peace is the only way to the future...'

Killer snorted softly and set up his gun for the best angle. 'That's what you said then, bastard,' he thought venomously, face twisting with hatred. 'Let's see how pretty you sing that song now...' He finished the set up and got into position, sighting directly along the path his target was going to take.

Right on schedule, Heero Yuy stepped out of his limo. On his head rested a small crown, the only symbol be wore that signified his recent elevation to the King of the Earth Sphere. He'd been wearing it ever since the Sanc Kingdom, the last fighters against his 'peaceful' policies, fell in an extremely suspicious coup d'etat the year before.

Waving to the crowd, the king smiled graciously and stepped onto the red carpet. One perfect blue eye sighted along the riffle muzzle, the other one narrowing slightly. Killer fought off a wince as the old scar over his left eye pulled slightly at the movement, instead brushing a strand of his messy, long dark brown hair back over his shoulder and tucking it into the ponytail holder.

Heero Yuy raises his head proudly, smiling benignly at his worshipers and beginning the long march down the red carpet. Killer's lips tightened in a grim smile. "Time to finish the job," he whispered nasally, pulling the trigger. "No mistakes."

Red spattered across the ground as the single bullet found its home directly in the heart of the pacifist king. Once there, it exploded, creating a gaping hole in the center of his chest. Heero Yuy had time to look up and see the dead eyes of his killer before slumping to the ground, dead.

"Get the assassin!" someone screamed. The chaos below became semi-orderly as it was organized to find the killer. Above the panic, Killer grinned coldly, eyes soft against his weather-tanned skin. "I did it mother," he whispered, ears barely registering the sound of booted feet on the he stairwell.

'I know, Baby,' someone whispered in his ear. Killer looked up. A beautiful woman hovered in the air over the street, black hair swirling around her like a cloak. Her blue eyes were soft as she regarded the boy. 'My little Haruki,' she murmured.

Behind him, people burst through the door. "STOP!"

Killer/Haruki stared at the vision. "Mother?" he asked, voice wavering.

'Yes, Baby,' she answered, holding out her arms. 'Come to Mommy, Haruki.'

Killer/Haruki turned to glare at the soldiers behind him. Suddenly he laughed and stepped backwards onto the ledge of the skyscraper, light shining through his blue eyes. Spreading his arms, he tilted his head back to look at the sky and let himself fall.

'Mother...'

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