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A man ran, hard. Hiding from windows, mirrors, puddles, chrome, anything that would show his image back to himself. He feared it as if it would kill him. He ran through the streets throwing an "I'm Sorry" every once and a while, but he was too scared to give a crap. He finally went down into the subway of the large city and ran into one of the ran down bathrooms. The mirrors were always broken from gang fights so he was going to rest easy in there.

However, today was not his lucky day. He stopped in horror as the whole wall was mirror, freshly redone that day. "No..." He went up and pleaded with the mirror. "No I wasn't leaving, I wasn't quitting, please give me another chance? PLEASE!" he slammed his hand against the reflection "NO PLEASE!" He pleaded as he bent down and picked up a shard before backing up and watched himself smile wickedly. "NO NO NO NO I'M SORRY!" then the reflection slit it's throat killing the man almost instantly as it was all the way to the spine.

Yawning largely and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, even though he has been awake for several hours, Heero looks around the precinct. Jumping lightly, along with his partner when the file was smacked down on their desks a gruff "Welcome to the city. Glad your guys aren't rookies. Jesus Christ almighty I'm glad its you two detectives and not me." A large large man watched as the guy walked away "Thanks, 'd**k'" Loving the fact of what his name was and how befitting it was this time. Looking forward he blinked as a usually tanned Asian was pale green. They have seen a lot in their years but something was bothering his best friend.

"Um...Heero?" Trowa looked over, for once he wished he didn't have malachite eyes as his friend saw the green eyes and hurled coffee and toast all over the floor. "Jesus, Heero...." Trowa rushed over, glad Heero's hair was back in a ponytail where Trowa only had to worry about his bangs. He didn't know what was in the file but it really effected his partner. Taking Heero off he made him lay down in the back as the janitor cleaned up the mess.

"Why that, of all the things why that..." Heero repeated deep in his sleep. This got Trowa very curious. He literally grew up with Heero as their first meeting Heero saved Trowa's life. Walking out he picked up the file and opened it only to turn pale like his friend, but not green. The memories flooded back in a wave that Trowa even couldn't fight back no matter how strong he was:

"HAHA HURRY UP SLOW POKE!" "SLOW DOWN YOUR GOING WAY TOO FAST HEERO, I'M NOT AS TALL AS YOU!" Trowa ran after Heero who was smoking him big time. Heero had heard the bath water and was going to shove Trowa in with his older sister as he knew Trowa had a school boy crush on her. they were 10, she was 18 and the single most coolest thing ever. He came in and ripped open the door only to freeze, there was his sister in the bathtub dying, a shard of glass just below her dangling hand. She looked over at him mortified as she didn't want him to see her dying, suffering, but she couldn't do anything about it as she was starting to fade. Heero would never hear it but she was begging his forgiveness for this as she knew it was going to mess him up horribly and that he would never be the same.

Rushing in there the 10 year old got in the bloody water and straddled her, not caring if she was nude or what the hell was going on. He's just seen too many tv shows and put his hands on the wound, yelling at her. "STAY WITH ME AYAME! AYAME STAY WITH ME PLEASE I NEED YOU!" He was crying, his voice was cracking, he didn't even notice Trowa getting the phone and calling 911, telling them what was going on. When Trowa came back he made it in time to see her finally die and Heero screaming in pain as she just stared at him with hollow eyes that mimicked the great white shark with the lack of life.

The two boys would not know the reason why she did that till much later in life when they found out she was pregnant and panicked big time. She panicked not only on what her parents would say but how much of a bad influence that would be on her brother. From that moment on, Heero couldn't ever get close to women he thought to that degree, which Trowa couldn't blame him and suggested that he explore his different options. As it was Trowa was the biggest help with Heero trying to get through that difficult time. Heero still has nightmares of it, but knows he can't change the past.

As it was Trowa pinched the bridge of his strong nose and shook his head. "Whats wrong with princess?" Trowa pushed d**k over a table and walked off. Someone explained it to the hurting cop who could only grimace as he limped off. Trowa sat by his friend just as he shot up. "AYAME!" Shaking his head he quickly wiped the tears away. "Just me man" Trowa calmly said, trying to soothe the riled cop, he sighed "I'll take the case, don't worry I-" "-No, I have to do this...This is my job." Nodding Trowa got up and offered a hand and helped up Heero "This is my job, after I eat..." feeling a bit weak they walked out to a sympathetic crowd that let them go.

After some quick grub they got to the crime scene and Heero was fighting the waves of his sister so he could see what was going on. It was a much worse scene then his sister, but wasn't as traumatic as it was just a guy. Walking up he was examining the body, he was the better one at that since he's seen this up close before. Putting on gloves he did the one thing that would haunt him a bit. He put his hand under the neck and pulled up lightly exposing the inside. Gagging he dropped it, "One very powerful deep slash as there is only one mark on the vertebrae." Trowa gagged lightly as he took notes

"From right to left...that's weird the glass is in his right hand." "You want to know something weirder?" Trowa choked out. "Hm?" "Come'ere" Heero walked over and the taller one put his arm around the Azurite eyed partner. "Look at the scene, what's off?" "The whole thing?" "Yeah but even more so?" "I don't know what?" "There." He pointed in the mirror. The reflection showed the glass was COVERED in blood, however, where they were, not in the reflection, it was clean as a whistle. "What...the..." They both went over and tapped on the glass. "Hey guys get pictures of this." as they moved back and let the photographers do their jobs.

Eventually they were at home from the huge whirlwind looking at the photos baffled at how that could happen. When the glass moved, it was still bloody in the mirror but not in the hand of who moved it. They took LOTS of pictures. "I say we call Sylvia Brown." "Can't" "Why?" "She's in some legal battle" "Why?" Heero shot Trowa a look warning him that Trowa better not go 3 years old and ask fourty billion why questions. "Because she said for a family to get over their son, he's dead, and a few years later he showed up." "Oh...emotional damages?" "Something like that. its been going on for a while. I say the more they want public notice, the more fake they are. Look at Miss Cleo, she has had less air time and she was a huge phony" "Good point." They sighed and looked back down at the photos. "But this isn't normal." as if on cue, they both picked up the photos and walked out to hit up every psychic they knew, and didn't know.