Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Caustic Life ❯ Almost Wasted ( Chapter 1 )

Tired of living in this

CaUsTiC LiFe presented by H4T3.D3PT

 

Been a minute and for all ya that thought I disappeared, I didn't. Been working on some new stories and trying to start a new epic. But here's one of my favorites I've been working on, not finished, but I'll try to post regularly…haha…yeah well we hope.

 

OH and lets not forget for those of you who didn't read the description you go no further until ya get the WARNINGS: vulgar language, sexual situations, yaoi (boy on boy relationships), a plethora of violence, and mature situations.

 

Okay I did my civic duty for the day…eh read the story tell me what ya think.

 

Ch.1: Almost Wasted

 

 

I saw the red and blue lights flashing in the side mirror of the Ducati 999R. I crouched lower into the sport bike knowing I wasn't going to stop. `Not afuckingain.' I thought to myself as I rolled the throttle weaving through the seven pm Friday night Kennedy expressway traffic. I swerved into the emergency lane on the right, just missing a car exiting.

 

I glanced back to the side mirror seeing the lights fading in the distance. I popped a wheelie before pushing the bike faster and moving into traffic to ride on the white dividing line. I cut a cabby off hearing the horn blare in my ear as I merged onto the Chicago Loop exit. I raced down the road weaving between SUV's, BMW's and the random NASCAR dad minivans.

 

I ran through two lights making my way through the city. I knew a place I could hide out for the night down town. I came to the red light ready to run it turning left. I hit the brakes and pulled the bike down on its side causing me to slide. I cringed mentally hearing the road tear the body of the bike. The bike stopped as the wheels went under the car that blocked my escape.

 

Defeat took my mind as I saw the white and blue with City of Chicago Police Dept. painted on the side of the car. I let my helmet covered head smack against the pavement knowing I couldn't run because my leg was caught under the bike and even if it wasn't I'd tore the shit out of it when I pulled the bike down. I looked back up at the police car seeing the dark eyes watching me out of the window and the reflected whitened smile from the man in the passenger seat.

 

“I fuckin hate cops.” I groaned to myself, my words muffled by the helmet.

 

My statement was confirmed as the driver came to stand next to me. He didn't say anything, nor did he have to. I could see the victory in his face. The way he looked down at me like I was some retarded ass that thought I could beat the system, course that wasn't far from true, except the last.

 

I studied him over. I found it odd he was driving. He looked like a rookie the way he wore his uniform so perfect, like he got up extra early every morning to starch and press his shirt and pants. His hat resting on his head as if he'd just gotten it and his name plate shinning gold in the street lights with the blackened name Yuy standing out as if it was all his pride. I scanned up to the angled face. I could see the determination there. His eyes radiated his seriousness, like when he wasn't working all he thought about was being a cop and the only movies or TV shows he would watch would be police dramas.

 

“I've radioed an ambulance. You shouldn't of run.” He said firmly as if his voice would always sound the same. I could tell just by looking at him the guy didn't understand the words, unwind, fun or relax.

 

“I don't need a fuckin ambulance and I wasn't runnin from shit.” I spoke loud enough that I knew he'd be able to hear me even with the helmet on.

 

He nodded his head to me. “Chang, cancel the ambulance, he wants to go straight in.”

 

“On it Yuy. Move the bike and him from my door. We need to clean this up as fast as possible. The tow trucks on the way.” Chang said from the window of the police car. While they were talking I used my elbows to prop myself up and survey the damage. It didn't seem too bad other than I couldn't feel my left leg. I wasn't sure if it was broken or just numb from the weight of the bike on it.

 

Yuy leaned down, my hand fastened on his arm as it reached for the Ducati. “Don't even think about it. This bike is worth more than your fuckin life, even scratched up.” I growled. It was odd being locked in a stare with him with the helmet on. Even with the dark tinted visor down it was like he was looking into my eyes. I shook my head refocusing myself. I couldn't get caught, not yet. I pushed Yuy back and lifted the bike enough to slide my leg out. I sighed knowing it wasn't broken. I glanced back at Yuy who was pulling out the cuffs and Chang who was on the horn. I looked back to Yuy with a smile as I went down for my bike.

 

“Sir, put your hands on you head and get on your knees.” Yuy said in the monotone police voice as if he'd practiced for a year in front of a mirror.

 

“Yeah, I'll do that when I got you under me.” I mumbled.

 

“What?!” Chang barked from the window obviously able to hear me. I glanced back at him. I could see him much better so close to the window. His hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail or slicked back, I couldn't tell, but it didn't look bad. It gave a much clearer view of the face. He was Chinese and not bad looking with the sunken in cheekbones and soft face. He was exactly what any model agency would want in the face. I wondered if he had the body to go with it. I was going to check it out when I heard the gruff yell behind me.

 

“Put your hands on your head and get on your knees.” I smirked in the helmet doing as commanded, but kept my head up to study this Chang character until Yuy was behind me. My smile cracked into a grin as I spun turning my gloved hand into his face, the heel of my palm cracking his nose. I was careful that I only maimed. I knew how to kill with the move, but I didn't want to be a cop killer. I heard Chang yelling from the seat as he attempted to either move to get out of the car or pull his gun, I wasn't sure, but I didn't let him. Instead I stuck my head in the car realizing he should be a model with that body and face. I turned to him pulling off the helmet just before my face was in front of his. I pulled down the ski mask that covered all of my face, but the oval shape that left my eyes open, to expose my lips and pushed them against his.

 

I was hoping to get a little tongue action, but knew I had to cut it short before any could recognize me. I pulled away from Chang's lips knowing I was going to make the blueberry mine.

 

“See ya soon officer Chang.” I laughed as I cracked him upside the head with the helmet before I pulled it back on and went for the bike. I didn't care how much I fucked it up as I dragged it from under the police car and hopped on. I turned the key and grinned as it started. Yuy stood in front of me with his nose dripping blood and his gun trained on me.

 

“Now all you gotta think about Yuy is, am I really worth losing your partner for.” Yuy looked to the car to see Wufei out cold with a trail of red falling down his face. I could see the indecision in him. He didn't know how hard I hit Chang, but he didn't want to let me go.

 

“How long could you live with his death?” I questioned knowing Chang was fine. Yuy's gun wavered. I peeled the tires out before I sped by the stunned cop. I took a random root, going down alleys and side streets until I made my way into familiar territory. I pulled my bike into the back of the building and parked it on the back porch before I knocked on the door.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Who do ya want it to be?” I questioned slyly as I took off the helmet placing it under my arm and pulled the ski mask off letting the long braid fall down my back.

 

“Zechs, don't. He won't leave if you don't stop.” The whining keen sounded with a slight scuffle.

 

“Ey Lena, why don't ya shut yer fuckin mouth? Sorry to say it, but you big brother,” I paused waiting for the door to open knowing Zechs wouldn't shut me out no matter what his baby sister Relena, whom I liked to call Lena, said, “likes the cock.” I finished as the door opened grabbing my cock, which was held tightly in the black leather pants I was wearing.

 

“Damn you Zechs.” Relena protested. Her dirty long blonde hair spun like her pink dress as she walked into the large suite Zechs owned. Zechs looked me up and down, I made sure to keep my left leg hidden, and I watched the disapproval cross his face.

 

“Working again.” I smiled knowing he knew what I did. Most people I'd give the whole artist spiel to, but Zechs and I had history, and a lot of it. He knew when I went out dressed head to toe in black, hands gloved and not one piece of flesh showing I was Shinigami. It wasn't a lucrative carrier and I wasn't the richest man in the world doing it. But that was only because I was too flashy. It paid the bills though, because I didn't kill anyone unless I got my price. I might not be as quiet as the rest, but I always got the job done and never got caught, well in the ten years I'd done it.

 

“You could say that. So, how you been Mr. Marquis.” I smirked raising an eyebrow watching him try to fight the want in him. Zechs and I had been an on and off thing since I was eighteen. He'd wanted his father taken out and I knew he didn't have the money for it. I never went into a job with out knowing the client. Zechs didn't have to have money; I wanted something else from him. Hey, death and sex have a lot in common, ask any therapist. I meant it to be once, but I kept coming back even when he told me to leave. Everything was fine until him, but when he gave me the ultimatum of being exclusive and getting a real job or ending it, I went with the latter.

 

Zechs being the head of one of the biggest brokerage firms in Chicago and making enough money to buy half the world, well maybe not that much, but a hell of a lot more than I had, made him a bit prideful. Turning Zechs down when the whole of his company and most of the competition kissed his ass apparently pissed him off a bit. Well, maybe more than a bit. I found all my shit sitting on the back porch, the locks changed on all the doors and a nice lengthy letter explaining to me that I was no longer welcome.

 

Course, since then I'd lost count on how many times I'd stayed in the suite, my only complaint was the increase in visits from his oh so lovely sister. Once she'd heard Zechs and I split she'd practically moved in with him doing everything in her power to make him forget about me, though it's hard to forget what's standing right in front of you.

 

“Are you coming in?” Zechs questioned bring my thoughts back to reality. I nodded at him stepping through the back door. “You can't stay for long. I am expecting company.” Zechs spoke softly as he shut the door.

 

“What, ain't I good enough?” I smirked at him as he turned to me. I kept my left leg behind me feeling the blood dripping down it, hoping it wasn't hitting the floor. I knew he would over react if he saw it.

 

“It has nothing to do with that.” Zechs bowed his head shaking it as if it offended him that I said such a thing.

 

“Hey, it's cool. I'm not the best to have around when you got high-class company coming. Shit, just need a change of clothes and to clean up and I'll be outta yer hair.” I grinned on the outside cursing on the inside. I really didn't want to be out on the bike until the heat died down.

 

“There's something else.” Zechs stepped to me staring down at me with his intelligent blue eyes. His lips pouted out a bit and arched eyebrow raised. He was standing close enough to me I could smell the herbs from the scented shampoo in his long blonde locks. I wanted to grab him, shove him against the wall and take him there, but the leg wouldn't allow me. My eyes darted up the soft white walls to where they meet the ceiling and I sighed out a breath trying to keep control. “You're hiding something.” Zechs practically moaned.

 

“Oh come on man.” I still wouldn't look at Zechs. He knew what he was doing and how I should've been reacting. I hated it when he played me. He knew me far to well. “Fine.” I barked with irritation, more at myself for letting him know me so well. “I need a fuckin ride for the night. I can't take the bike home, it's too fuckin hot right now.”

“That shouldn't be a problem.” Zechs said leaning back from me. I glanced at him and saw his eyes moving down my body.

 

“Hey, ain't you gotta get ready for your guests.” His eyes met mine before they could get below my waist. I could see the hesitation, like he knew there was more I was hiding, but I was always hiding something. I wouldn't straight out lie, but I'd omit things now and again, specially if I got hurt. Zechs walked down the hall and turned right into the first door, which I knew was the dining room set with antique European dinning table and chairs.

 

I followed the way he went, but instead of right turned left into the guest bedroom, which was mostly mine. The room was painted a rich deep royal blue, the two closets that sat on the west wall were black along with the large bed and frame. There wasn't much to the room other than a large black chair and matching desk. I threw my helmet on the bed and went to the closets pulling out a pair of black dress slacks and tight fitting turtleneck. I walked between the two closets and into the adjoining bathroom closing and locking the door behind me and the other across the way that connected to the living room. I flipped on the shower before I took a seat on the black porcelain toilet.

 

The bathroom was a mix of black onyx and pearl white. The sinks, which there were two, the bathtub and toilet were all black onyx and the tile from wall to ceiling was a checker board of black and white. It was like walking into some modern art painting.

 

I stood gathering enough energy for the tedious task of disrobing. I took off the leather jacket seeing the slight scrape on the left shoulder. It wasn't bad, I'd kept it off the ground when I hit. I was glad I did otherwise I'm sure Zechs would have noticed and asked what had happened. He was quite perceptive. I pulled off the gloves and rolled up the sleeves on the tight black shirt I wore exposing the leather band on each wrist. I pulled the first off carefully, though it looked like a leather band from the top, when my palms were turned up you could see the four small silver cylinders. Each one held a dart about the size of a sewing needle and each dart had a different concoction in it from poison, to acid, and sometimes even small explosives. It deepened on my mood and what I was able to get. The firing device was a small metal hoop that lay against my palm and when the wrist was tilted back and the ring pulled the dart would be launched by small co2 cartridge at a blinding speed.

 

I took the two devices off placing them in the coat incase someone got in the bathroom. I was always overly cautious with my weapons. I pulled off the two straps on my upper arms, which held 2 silver rods. The rods each had a small button on the side and carried another dart. They were set up much like the wrist devises, but with only one shot and much easier to aim with.

 

I pulled off the shirt and sat back down on the toilet taking off the boots. The right boot also carried two more cylinder devises in the front. I'd only used it in practice because it was such a pain to fire. I had to stomp with all my weight on the heel to kick off the safety and then tap a small button with my big toe to fire them. It was only used in emergencies and I hadn't had one yet.

 

I was surprised the blade in the left boot hadn't come out when I crashed. It was much easier to trigger. It was the same concept as the cylinders of the right boot in activating, but it didn't need as much of a hit. The thought left as I saw the blood dripping off the boot I'd just removed. I scanned up the leg seeing the bloody skin embedded with small fragments of rock and leather from the thrashed pants. I stood up knowing I had one more thing to take off then could concentrate on the pants,

 

I reached to my back pulling out the set of knives and spinning them on my fingers with the metal ring each had before grabbing the hilt. The knives were both about 5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. Under the hilt is where the two metal rings sat; making them easy to access and just above the hilt was a long thin blade that covered the hand. It could be used as a spike or as a secondary blade if the victim decided to try and grab my hand to stop the knives. I pulled off the belt and sheaths, placing the knives in their respective homes and hid them in the pile of discarded clothes.

 

I undid the buttons and zipper on the pants taking a few deep breaths trying to figure the best way to get out of them. It was complicated enough getting out of them without being hurt. I glanced to where I'd hidden the knives. `What does it matter, they're already trashed.' I thought before I grabbed the knife and started the delicate process of cutting the inside seam of the pants from ankle to groin open. I pulled the knife up cutting through the zipper making sure to be careful of my better half until that pants were free of the leg. I put the knife back to its hiding place and stood up. The only way I could think of dealing with the wound and fabric was like a big ass band-aid. I bent down grabbing the open fabric around the ankle and lifting it up until I felt he hint of pain.

 

I took a few deep breaths. I knew it was going to hurt, but the faster I did it the faster I got over the pain. I sighed the breath out and shot my torso upwards. I bit down the cry that wanted to leave my throat knowing I wasn't even half way there yet. The wound must have started healing over the pants.

 

The loud knock sounded. “Duo are you almost finished? You must leave soon.” Zechs' voice distracted my movement and caused my leg to give out under me sending me down to my side. I couldn't stop the low groan from leaving my mouth at the addition of more pain.

 

“Duo are you alright?” Worry sounded in Zechs' voice. I heard the key enter the door. The pain was suddenly gone as I slid myself back to my clothes pulling the jacket and shirt to lie over the blood. I yanked the pant leg completely off the wound my face barely twitching from the feeling. I rotated the pant leg and tucked it under making sure the wounded side was faced towards the bathtub just incase.

 

Zechs stepped into the bathroom glancing between the clothes and me. “You haven't even entered the shower yet?”

 

“It takes a minute to get all that shit off.” I said in defense. Not actually a lie, just omitting things. Zechs shook his head at the ground. His motion stopped and I watched his eyes widen a tad before he looked up at me.

 

My shoulders fell and I let out the short sigh of `oh shit' knowing he'd seen blood by the way he was coming towards me with determination in his every movement. He grabbed my discarded clothes in his hand and lifted them from the floor. I could see the blood dripping from the shirt and jacket into the puddle I tried to hide.

 

“Let me see it.” He snapped. I rolled my eyes knowing the hell he'd put me through if I didn't comply and spun my legs around and flipped the pants open showing him the long line of torn skin that started from mid thigh and ended at mid calf. It wouldn't have been so bad if the bike weren't so heavy.

 

“It looks worse than it is.” I tried calming the anger I knew he held inside. Zechs always tried to keep his emotions in check, but there were two things that would make him snap, losing money and me.

 

“You were going to keep this from me.” I could hear the effort he put into not yelling at me and I was sure it was only cause his sister was there.

 

“No, I was just gonna hide it.” I smirked at him. Zechs didn't find it amusing at all. “Look Zechsy, once I wash it up and wrap it, it'll be fine alright. It's only bleeding cause it healed over the pants. I'll take care of it, clean up the mess and be outta yer hair.”

 

“You're not going anywhere with your leg like that unless it's a hospital.” His voice fell stern.

 

“I ain't going to a fuckin hospital. Shit, you tryin to get me arrested.”

 

“Then you're staying here.” I thought to argue, but the look in his eye told me I had no chance of winning and he would chain me down if he had to. I rolled my eyes nodding in agreement to his terms. He helped me up and left the bathroom locking the door behind him. I got out of the pants, undid the braid that held my waist long chestnut locks, and stepped into the shower wincing as the water ran down my torso and into the open wound. I stood there until it started to feel numb letting the water rinse the night from me.

 

I wanted to stay in the shower for longer, but knew I'd have to cater to Zechs, Relena and their posh friends. I hated when Zechs made me take part in his dinner parties. I couldn't stand being surround by such flakey ass people, it's like they have all the money in the fuckin world, but still can't buy a personality.

 

I think that's why I liked Zechs; he wasn't like the rest of them. He never talked about anyone behind his or her back; he didn't come up with elaborate schemes to bring his competition down. He was straight forward. He would tell them to their face that he was going to bankrupt their company or that he didn't like them, though it was in a much nicer way then I could ever do it. Course all I usually did was sulk in the corner and when anyone thought to approach me I'd let the killer rise to my eyes and most usually just stayed away.

 

I forced myself to turn off the shower I knew Zechs was in the bathroom I could feel his presence. I opened the curtain to be rewarded with Zechs standing at the sink looking over his shoulder at me. He turned and I saw the bandages and antiseptic in his hand. I grabbed a towel from the hook next to the tub wrapping it around the long thick hair.

 

“Go sit on the bed. I will bandage your wound. We have more time then I expected. It seems our dinner guests will be running late.”

 

“What about the mess?” I nodded to the puddle of blood that was in front of the toilet.

 

“I will clean that now and come dress your wound.”

 

“Ya know I can do it myself, it ain't like I broke my arms or anything.” Zechs only glared at my protest. I held my hands up in surrender. “Fine. Fine, it's your place. Whatever you want.” I grabbed another towel and dried myself off as I went into the bedroom. I laid the towel down and got onto the bed laying my leg on the towel. My leg was no longer bleeding so much; it was more oozing pus. I thought to wrap it while Zechs was in the other room, but knew better.

 

He had some obsession. Every time he found out I was hurt he always had to treat the wound even if I already had. I'd used to fight him on it. I learned real quick Zechs is not a person you argue with. It didn't matter if all the proof in the world was on your side, he'd still find away to win or make you give in. I think the real reason he treated my wounds was so he could see how bad they actually were.

 

I relaxed into the too comfortable bed letting my eyes fall closed. I hadn't realized how tired I was. I'd spent the last 24 hours researching my target, killing the guy and running from the cops, course I was fuckin tired.

 

I awoke to the door opening. The sound was by no means loud, but when your business in life is killing people, sleeping heavily just doesn't happen. Someone once said for every person you kill there's 10 more looking for you. If that was the case, I had the whole population of Chicago out for my head.

 

I kept my eyes closed knowing the sound of his breathing. I heard the antiseptic being opened and let my mind roam. I was getting amazingly good at distancing myself from pain and I knew Zechs was going to disinfect the shit out of the wound.

 

I went back a ways remembering the day I decided on my future career. It was nothing spectacular. Ran away from home when I was 10 and walked down the wrong fire escape at the wrong time. I watched the man, his face hardened like the killer he was, pull the trigger on the gun. The silencer gave the shot a soft ring, the gun itself barely kicking back in the man's hand. One shot was all it took to kill the man that was crying and begging on the floor. The gun turned on me though I hadn't moved only let out a silent sigh. I stared down the barrel of the silencer knowing I should feel fear, but feeling nothing at all. I knew if he pulled the trigger it would be done quick and I hadn't much to live for. A dad that wasn't sure I was alive or even his and a mother who found my only value was my body. Apparently my existence had made her a junky, whore and alcoholic and the only reason she kept me alive was for the guys and girls that wanted to have fun with a little boy. She'd sold me off a few times, but I'd managed to get away before anything would happen. Of course the loss of money caused me to lose mobility for a few days after she'd beat me within an inch of my life. My dad only watched half amused at the whole situation.

 

I stared at the barrel waiting, hoping, for the end of my existence. The barrel dropped and the green eyes studied me. I knew I looked horrid. My shirt was torn, my pants full of holes, both stained in blood. I'd gotten off easy in my recent beating since mom was too drugged up to hit as hard. My hair was a ratted heap from her rubbing my head onto the carpet. I could still feel the rug burn on my cheek stinging. I'd crawled from the window when she'd finished and passed out. My dad also the same in his arm chair in front of the TV, to drunk to care what was happening around him.

 

Luck wasn't with me and I knew I wouldn't die there. I moved down the fire escape and heard the smooth dark voice calling for me. I didn't look back hoping he would change his mind and shoot, but of course my wish wasn't granted as I jumped from the fire escape down to the darkened alley. I could hear the bum rummaging through the garbage behind me and saw the group of hoods standing at the head of the alley partaking in some sort of shady deal. Neither noticed me as my bare feet hit the cold asphalt. I was used to it. No one ever noticed me.

 

I left the alley; the hand gripped tightly to my arm and my back was forced against a wall. The black clad figure crouched in front of me and I was confronted with the green eyes again.

 

“Why did you run from me?” His voice was even though I knew he'd had to run down five flights of stairs and half a block to get where I was. There was no sweat, no heavy breathing. It was like he'd been sitting next to me and just turned to ask me the question. I said nothing to his hardened gaze, only glared back.

 

“You don't wish to speak to me? I know you don't fear me. Are you running away?”

 

“Don't pretend to care. I gave you long enough to make your decision. I didn't see anything anyway.” I growled back.

 

“You're too wise for your age.” He smiled flashing a glint of white as his pouted lips thinned in a grin.

 

He was wrong in that statement. I wasn't to wise, I'd just been shown too much to care anymore. I'd seen more than most do before they're thirty and I'd just hit ten, though I wasn't even sure when I'd turned the age. I didn't even know when my birthday was anymore. There was no reason to celebrate at my house unless mom hit a big score.

 

I'd seen people die; dealers or other such killed most. The man in front of me seemed more professional, well in the fact he didn't reek of urine or have the dilated eyes mom always carried. It didn't matter, death was death.

 

“Would you object if I took you with me?”

 

“I'm not going to fuck you if that's what you're looking for.” The smile widened on the man's face and a laugh left his opened mouth. It was an odd sound as if he didn't do it much.

 

“Such fowl language from some one so small. No…” He looked at me waiting for me to fill in the blank. Funny thing was that I wasn't sure what to fill it with. I'd been called a lot of things but none that resembled a name any would choose to be called.

 

“Well, that makes things much easier for us doesn't it. You have no name and no identity. How nice. Well then. How about Duo, Duo Maxwell, Does that suit you?”

 

I wasn't sure how to take this man. He gave me no reason not to trust him, but nor did he give me a reason to trust him. I guess it really didn't matter either way. It was go with him or hang out with the bum in the alley hoping to grab a scrap to eat and not get hit by the random stray bullet.

 

“Fine.” I grunted back.

 

He stood quickly and began walking down the sidewalk. “No Duo, I want nothing like what you insinuated earlier from you.” The words wafted to me on the cool breeze that blew between the buildings. I began to follow him a short distance behind. It was odd seeing people react to him. Most the thugs would try to start shit with anyone who walked down the street in day, let alone at midnight, but none touched the man in front of me. We stopped as we came to the black BMW Z3. I'd recognized it cause I was sure it was the car James Bond had drove, which was one of the only movies I'd ever seen since it that was all my dad watched. I'd never seen something so nice in real life. I watched him walk to the passenger side opening the door for me, before he entered the driver side.

 

He started the car sliding his hand behind his head and pulled the band from his hair. I watched in awe as the long black silken like curtain fell around his face. His hair was long enough it would drape to his waist when standing, but he'd had it pulling so tightly behind his head and hidden under the long black trench coat he wore I hadn't even noticed.

 

“Duo my name is Solo and I'm going to teach you everything I know.” His voice seemed to sooth the entire ache in my body away as I leaned into the comfortable leather.

 

“Why me?” I asked feeling the sandman pulling me into the world of dreams.

 

“The look in your eyes, the lack of fear you have. The only thing in this world that means anything to you is death and that is what you will become.” I barely heard the last as the dreams took me.

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So whad ya think eh? I like it, course I read more than you cause I wrote it ha. Naw really I got a bunch more wrote, but ya gotta wait a bit for me to fix it all (spell checkin and rereading and changing and all the crap that takes for damn ever to do when ya got a job and a alcohol and video game addiction heh) but I'll get to it and thanks to all the people that have been reading my craptastical stories since the beginning…you guys are the shit ^__^