Title: Psychopath
Author: Yokatta, formerly Pepe
Warnings: AU, probable OOC, dark, angst-ish, violence, death, yaoi, slight Relena bashing
Pairings: brief 1+R, 2+1/ stated 1X2X1
Disclaimer: *draws line* this is my half of the fic and that's your half... you stay on your side and we should get along just fine
Feedback: craved, of course
Archive: if anybody wants this beast, just ask ^_^



psychopath n. 1 a person who is mentally ill or unstable. 2 a person having a disorder of personality characterized by antisocial behavior, indifference to morality, and abnormal changes in mood and activity.

The room's contents were simple. A square metal table and two matching chairs set in the center. Bare walls, bare floor. A small window, covered with wire mesh and bars. An overhead light that lit the corners. A heavily reinforced door with a small opening that was also covered with bars.

On the table sat a tape recorder, a clear plastic pitcher full of water, and two clear plastic glasses. The room's door opened suddenly to admit three people into the space.

The room's new occupants were all male. The tallest wore khakis and a polo shirt: the psychologist. The man of average height wore dress pants, dress shirt with rolled sleeves, and an empty shoulder gun holster: the police detective. Both wore identification cards. The third and shortest wore jeans and a crisp white dress shirt: the civilian.

"Have a seat," the detective said gruffly to the civilian as the psychologist fiddled with the tape recorder.

"Shall we get started?" asked the psychologist.

"Just one."

"Just one what, Mr. Yuy?"

"One of you." He glanced to the surveillance camera nestled high in the corner of the room and back to the two men standing before him. "Not that it matters."

"That's against the prison's policy," replied the detective. Heero didn't reply, just sat in the metal chair, observing.

"Alright, Mr. Yuy," interrupted the psychologist. "My name is Dr. Richard Shaffin. I'm a staff psychologist, focusing on criminal behavior and this is Detective Mike Alsher."

"I know," replied Heero, glancing at their identification cards.

"Let's just get right to it. Where is Duo Maxwell?"

"Why, Detective, you ask like I should know the answer," came Heero's sarcastic reply.

"Look, Mr. Yuy, I won't lie to you. You're in some pretty deep shit, facing hefty aiding and abetting charges. Your leaving the country and escaping the police for several months doesn't help your case any. You were a tough man to find and your partner is proving even harder. Now where is he?"

"I don't know."

"It would be wise for you to know soon."

"Detective, may I?" interrupted Richard again. Mike nodded. "Mr. Yuy, I'm in charge of putting together the psychological profile of your partner, Duo Maxwell. I'm going to need your cooperation to do this, so I'll be asking you a lot of questions regarding your relationship with Mr. Maxwell." During the introduction, Detective Alsher had moved back to lean on the wall opposite Heero and was now watching the proceedings with interest.

"So why has the Detective decided to join us today?" Heero asked while gazing at Mike.

"Because as you've learned, he's trying to apprehend Mr. Maxwell and hopes to gain information from watching this interview," replied Richard.

"Don't you mean interrogation?"

"Is that what you think this is?"

"Just ask the fucking questions," Heero answered with an air of disinterest.

"Alright. First off, how long have you known Mr. Maxwell?" Dr. Shaffin asked while supplying a pad and pen from his pocket, wanting to add his own notes to those of the tape recorder.

"Three years."

"And how did you first meet him?"

"He killed my girlfriend," stated Heero calmly.

"Could you please elaborate?"

"Long or short?"

"What, Mr. Yuy?"

"Would you like the long version or would you like the short version?" Heero asked as though speaking to a child.

"The long version, please."



Two lone figures strolled quickly down the half lit sidewalk, passing dark store after dark store, intent on getting home. A man and a woman, both dressed in black evening wear.

"What did you think of the opera, Heero?" Relena asked. When she didn't receive a reply she looked at him questioningly. "Heero?"

"What?" he snapped.

"I was just asking what you thought of the opera."

"You know I don't like it."

"But I thought that you might like this one. Wasn't it romantic?" Heero chose not to respond, but instead to listen warily to the person following them, his senses heightened. The person was coming closer, making his presence known. Heero tensed his muscles, anticipating the attacker's moves. Suddenly, the person was right behind him.

"I'll help you," was whispered in Heero's ear, the attacker grabbing Relena's arm and dragging her off down a narrow side street. Heero saw a flash of rope before he chased after Relena's kidnapper, running at full speed to catch up with them. He finally caught up and stopped short at what he saw. Relena was up against the wall, bleeding from several slashes. A man, the kidnapper, stood before her, spinning a knife in his hand with a sick grin on his face. Heero realized that the rope he saw was in fact a long braid of hair.

"Where should I slice next, Heero?" the man asked. Heero stood there, almost impassive as another wound was drawn on her skin. Relena started screaming. Heero knew he could save her, easily disarm the man and break his neck, but remained where he was. The man looked towards him.

"Rather loud, isn't she?" he said and slammed his hand over her mouth.

He pulled her away from the wall, his hand still silencing her, so that her back was to him, pressing into his chest. Her feeble hands clutched the arm that came to her face, still trying to scream, pleading to Heero with her eyes. The man joined her in looking directly at Heero, as if he would be the one to decide her fate.

"What's it gonna be, Heero?" he asked. He received no reply. "Alright then, now we're in business," the man said jokingly and moved the knife in his hand closer to Relena's throat.

"Any objections?" Heero still didn't reply as Relena screamed through the hand covering half her face. "Then it is so," the man said with finality and slashed her throat, releasing the girl. She dropped to the ground, blood spattering the dirty pavement. She tried to speak, her mouth moving, but only a sickening gurgle emerged, blood bubbling forth from her wound. Heero stood and watched as his girlfriend stopped struggling, going limp in the growing red puddle.

"Relena…" he said slowly. Heero looked up from Relena to her killer, into strange violet eyes. The man took his bloodied knife and wiped it clean on the hem of his victim's black skirt, sheathing it in his left boot. He dusted off his hands and put them onto his slim hips, stance shifting onto one leg, looking at Heero with an odd smile.

"Hi, Heero. Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Duo."

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Duo asked and noticed the girl on the ground. "Oh, you mean why did I kill her? She was in the way," he replied nonchalantly.

"What are you talking about?" Heero's voice was becoming high-pitched, on the verge of hysteria. "I've never seen you before in my life. Why would you just up and kill her?"

"You may have never seen me before, but trust me, Heero, I know who you are."

"How do you know my name?"

"I told you, I know who you are."

"Are you stalking me?" Heero asked suspiciously.

"'Stalking' sounds so… so criminal. I prefer the term 'watching'."

"Are you going to kill me too?"

"First of all, why would I kill her and say that she was in the way if I was going to kill you too? And secondly, I highly doubt that I'd be able to kill you without first surprising the hell out of you. And seeing as how I've already lost that surprise, I'm not going to kill you." Duo's fast words brought confusion to Heero's eyes.

"Then what do you want?"

"Well, I need to get rid of this cumbersome body, then we can discuss what I want. Wanna give me a hand here, she may look thin but you'd be surprised how much a girl like her can weigh." Duo remained completely calm as he pulled gloves from his pocket and gathered up Relena's legs to drag her away. Heero did nothing to help, just stood there still in shock.

"This will go a lot faster if you help me." The rational side of Heero's mind had fled, therefore it could not tell him that it was wrong to help a killer dispose of a body that used to be his girlfriend. He picked up her arms and the two of them carried her to a nearby dumpster.



"You helped Mr. Maxwell kill your girlfriend?" Dr. Shaffin asked.

"No, he did the killing, I just helped him get rid of her corpse."

"Why did you help him?"

"I don't know. It seemed like the thing to do at the time."

"Why did he kill her?"

"Because he wanted her out of the way. I was going to break up with her soon anyway. I think he knew that and saw killing her as doing me a favor."

"He told you that he was watching you. Did you ever ask him why he was doing this?"

"Yes," Heero said, offering no more.

"Why was he?"

"He said that he saw me one day on the street, that I had captivated him. He wanted to know everything about me, so he started following me, gathering information. My name, where I lived, where I worked, names of friends, what I ate for breakfast. The usual."

"Did you think that this type of behavior was strange?"

"Obviously at first. But for some reason, it seemed natural. Like I should have known him, too."

"Did you consider Mr. Maxwell to be your friend?" Heero gave him a skeptical look.

"You should know that he was more than just a friend. The first time we slept together was the same night that Relena died. There wasn't any reason to wait."

"Did you love Mr. Maxwell?"


"Did he love you?"

"He loved me, but it was twisted. I was his obsession. And I let myself be," Heero replied blankly.

"Why?" asked Dr. Shaffin.

"Why not?"