Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ DrEAM AiD ❯ TechNICal DiFFicUlteS ( Chapter 1 )

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DrEaM AiD by Hate Dept.

Shit I hate starting all this shit out. Uh well. It's ahhh well some 1and 2 doing some shit as always. Hehe. And 3 and 4 getting all over each other. Some two and six just for kicks. And god knows what else, it's jus a story that needs to be kicked out. I ain't done with WaStELanD, so don't fREighT my LiTTle peTs, just Needed a breAk to try a nEw TakE

I don't own none of this shit so fuck it…jus lovin the characters….

D: why you even tryin somethin new

HD: cause I can

H: ahh god and then there's more crap.

HD: oh you'll love it.

Ch 1 TechNiCal DiFFIcUltIeS

Fuck I had such a long ass drive. I wasn't even out of Florida yet and I had to get back to Chicago by 9 am on Friday otherwise I'd be dropped from class, which would fuck my major. Didn't help that the teacher fucken hated me. It was computer interfacing. I knew how to do most the shit we talked about just from tinkering with my system at the apartment. Damn Dr. Terry always making an example out of me when I answered something without reading from the book. The way I did it at home worked so fuck him.

Man I knew if I was one second past 9 am the door would be locked and without at least a 95 on the final I was fucked. Well it was only noon and I had 20 hours to go... yeah 20 fucken hours of driving otherwise I'd be late. Not to mention on top of it all I was hung as hell.

I drove all the way down to Ft. Lauderdale to be my best friends best man and watch him marry my ex fiancee. Yeah talk about fucked up right. Well, it wasn't too bad. I mean Hilde and I had loved each other, just not in the way we thought. There wasn't so much romance as friendship. I think she realized that I didn't have major direction in my life. I was 22 and still fucken around. I was about half done with college. I didn't have a lot of money to spend on school and I wasn't going to do no loans. I know it'd take my entire life to pay that shit off.

Oh yeah, the wedding. It was alright, all traditional and shit. The reception rocked. Me and Solo got trashed together and pulled some pranks on the guests. Man, I was gonna miss the guy. I met him at an orphanage back in New Orleans when I was seven and he was nine. He found me laying on the sidewalk in front of a church when all the kids were on their way to the park. He found out later I was in shock. Trust me I had good reason to be.

He helped me a lot back then. It took him 2 years to get a word from me, but he never gave up even when everyone else did. We got out of the orphanage about the time I learned to speak again. My Grandpa took us in and brought us to Illinois. It was a needed change for me. I started to relax more with Solo like a brother and my Grandpa Maxwell like a father. He gave me everything I needed. I was all he had and he all I had. He gave me a reason to keep living.

He was a Vietnam vet and taught me everything he knew. He taught Solo and I how to kill with just about every weapon known to man. He taught me how to gather intelligence and gave Solo and I rigorous training in hand to hand combat. Solo didn't really care for most of it just did it to help me get better.

Solo and I came home when I was 17 to find my Grandpa with a hole in his head so we sold his house and I moved to Chicago after I graduated from highschool. Solo stayed with me for a year and would of longer if I wouldn't have forced him to go to Harvard. The guy got a full ride, he was a fucken genius when it came to law. He was about to graduate top of the class and all that jazz. Got a job offer from some big company in New York. He was going to decline and try to find a place in Chicago, but I forced him to go again. It was time he did his own thing and let me do mine.

He always felt that I needed to be protected, especially when he found out what happened to my parents and brother. Even when he was in college he came back every chance he got to check up on me. Damn the guy even moved his wedding from Louisiana to Florida because of me. He was my best friend and only family now. He even took my families last name, which my grandpa loved. It worked well too. Solo and Duo maxwell. Ha yeah kind of funny huh.

I glanced over to the seat and saw my cell phone flashing. I had the ring on loud as it would go, but of course majoring in sound recording gives a little hint that I gotta a thing for music. And there ain't no way I'm gonna go anywhere without a nice ass system, hence why I didn't fly, well and I gotta a fear of heights. So it's no wonder I didn't hear the phone. Hell I could barley hear a horn if it was blaring next to me.

"What's.....up" I said with a yawn.

"Where are you?"

"I just left a little while ago so I gotta a long way yet."

"You're going to make it to your class." it was less a question and more a statement.

"Yeah I'll probably get there a little early, don't worry Wu-man. I gots it all under control."

"Don't call me that." Wufei growled out. I just laughed at him.

"I gotta stop and take a leak so I'll call ya when I get a bit farther and think I'm gonna pass out."

"Hm. Fine." Wufei hung up.

I laughed throwing the phone to the seat next to me. He was a pretty cool guy. I met him when I was checking out the city after I gave up trying to find a job. He was at a club called Neo's. Right when I walked in I loved it. Synthpop and EBM pounding out of the speakers. When I started messing with computers, you know, finding out what makes em work and what I could destroy with em, I started playing with music. I made a lot and started finding some shit that sounded like what I was doing. Didn't take me long to form a healthy obsession with industrial, EBM, synthpop, and all that shit. Plus it went with my wardrobe. Mostly black. It's easier to hide in the shadows, a lesson Grandpa Maxwell burned into my memory.

I was getting pretty fucked up leaning on the bar just listening to the music. Happy that I could make perfect fake ids when I glanced to the left and saw this Asian goth guy. I don't know why I did it, but I just started laughing. He didn't look stupid or anything. Maybe it was the look on his face, the way he glowered at his drink. He turned to me.

"You would laugh at me." he growled. I couldn't help but laugh harder now. Who says that kind of shit. Finally I was able to open my eyes to see his were black as the liner around his eyes and his shoulder length hair that framed his empty face.

"Yeah, I would." I said with a chuckle. Maybe it was my honesty I don't know but we ended up talking until the place closed at 5 am. Once his lease was up at his place he ended up moving in with me three years ago and ever since then we've been close as friends can get. He's kinda like Solo with the whole maturity thing and making sure I get my shit done. It's hilarious that the guys a nurse. Yeah I laughed my ass off when I found out. Seeing him go to work looking like a regular guy and then coming home and changing into death incarnate.

I let him decorate the apartment since I really didn't care as long as he didn't fuck with my huge system of computers and stereo, well except the speakers which he turned red and added huge drawings of black dragons on both. The guy's an awesome artist. I told him he should focus more on that, he gave me the finger.

Most of our apartment is black except for the designs he decided to draw on the walls in red or white. A lot of dragons in the living room. A huge white gothic cross in my room, he found out that I grew up going to catholic schools and even worse I was going to Depaul, a catholic university. My father was a....father and my mom was a nun at one time. Got together through the church. I liked the design, but I'm agnostic. Some things just aren't worth believing in when you've seen what I have.

I enjoy living with him cause he's so fucken easy to piss off. I barley have to try and damn when he gets mad it's even funnier. He starts going off in Chinese and shit. Man, ain't nothin better than that. Damn I was already getting sick of driving. I grabbed the phone calling Wufei.

"Where are you?" Wufei never liked to beat around the bush.

"I'm almost through Georgia. Settle killer. How's the weather there."

"It's 15, but with the wind it's -8, and it is starting to snow, which will continue throughout the night. When you get here the roads will be bad."

"Aw well that's just fucking great...the fuck." I said as bright lights flashed behind me. I looked down at my speed. "Man I'm going 80 and this mother fuckers gonna flash me." I raised my hand and flipped off the shithead that was on my ass.

"Well move over."

"I can't I got like 3 more semi's to go." I heard a horn honking only cause my music was down since I was on the phone. The lights flashed then stayed on bright. I slowed down to 70.

"Are they honking at you." I knew Fei was smiling by his voice...dick.

"Dude, I'm gonna kill this motherfucker. I've been on the road like 12 hours and I don't need this shit. What the fuck man. This shitheads crazy."

I finally got passed the semi's and went to move for the fucker when they flew into the right lane to pass me, almost hitting my car front and back. Then the ass slammed on the brakes.

"Holy fucken shit bitch. What the hell?" I yelled dropping the phone slamming on my brakes all the way down to 45. The black H2 Hummer sped off leaving me to scream mindlessly to myself. I grabbed the phone from the floor board my hand shaking.

"Oooo, that mother fucker almost hits my car then tries to fucken kill me. Dude they slammed on there brakes and I'm sayin that fucken hummer would have fucked the shit out of my Beemer Wufei, and I tell you I would have killed them. Killed them. Man you know how much I love this fucken car."

"Yes Duo, you tell me how much your precious BMW means to you on a daily bases."

"I haven't even payed it all off yet. God damn that fucker. Man I should chase their ass down and.."

"Shut up Maxwell, you have no time for such things. You will miss your class and that will cost you more than the car, so just keep going."

"Yeah fine."

"I'm going to Neos. I'll check on you later."

We both just hung up, me in a rage and Wufei was probably already shaking his head at my luck. And now I can make it clear, it's not me who starts shit it's other people and I just like to take it to a conclusion. I drank more of the cold coffee finishing it as I lit a cigarette. Thank god for smokes otherwise I think I would chase that bitch down. I put Unit 187 in the player and went off screaming with it. Ah, music helps fuels the rage.

I decided to pull off since my car was thirsty and I needed more coffee to keep going. I pulled into the station and started to fill up my car. While it was filling I walked towards the station. I jumped back at the sound of a horn and fell on my ass. I watched the shining black fly by. I was on my feet using both hands to flip off the H2 and screaming for it to Fuck off. I crouched low to the ground putting everything into my show of anger. I was rewarded by break lights, then squealing tires as it spun off.

I composed myself as I walked into the store. The attendant mentioned something about how the guy in the H2 was a total dick. Ah, so it was a guy. I commented back in a rant telling her what happened before. She told me to inform the cops. I figured I'd take care of it myself. She let me have the huge coffee free. That was sweet. I went on driving tying not to be pissed.

I was just passed Nashville and starving. I'd been on the road 14 hours and I was so sick of fuckin driving. I spotted a food sign and cut off at reckless speeds. I pulled into the lot, hey I could stop for a minute I only had 7 hours left and it was 1 am. Plus it was Denny's. Aw yeah nothing's better then Denny's. I walked in.

"Smokin and coffee" is all I said to the waitress as she seated me in a nice corner booth where I could see everyone in the room. Well, the four people that were here. There was a couple at the far end of the smoking section barley murmuring as they ate. Another old crazy looking guy telling the waitress how the FBI stole his identity. I bit back a laugh as the waitress gave me a look of please save me.

My eyes moved on to catch a pair of deep blue pools staring at me. The were dark like the unlit bottom of the ocean. His dark hair spiked in every direction. All unruly and oddly perfect looking on him. His lips were drawn into a thin grin. He looked about my age. I gave him a nod and turned with a laugh. I knew I had to look like hell.

I was still in the suit from the wedding well minus the jacket. My hair was probably half falling out of the braid that I held it back with. I hadn't had it cut since the day my family was murdered. It was down to my ass now. Not like I would ever forget about it, but it just served as a reminder. Sometimes I could still feel the warm blood soaking into my scalp. I shook my head trying to get the thought from my mind.

I went back to analyzing myself. My eyes probably had some serious circles under them. My white shirt was wrinkled and full of coffee stains. My black pants were holding up alright. I had took off the shoes to replace them with a busted pair of DC's. To top it off I had a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. I was looking all types of ruff.

I ordered some food and chatted with the waitress. I ordered a lot of food actually. Buffalo chicken strips, fries, mozzarella sticks, hash browns, the meat lovers skillet, and some onion rings. Needless to say I felt some eyes on me when it came. I took it down in record time leaving each plate clean. I leaned back having a smoke as I finished closing my eyes grinning like a mad man. I love being full.

I grabbed the bill as I went up to pay and got a coffee to go. I turned to leave and bumped into the person behind me spilling hot coffee all over myself.

"Ah what the fuck." I yelled. I looked up at the guy who was standing in front of me. I was about an inch shorter than him and he was wearing a black business suit with a red tie. I met his face only to see it was the guy I was caught eyes with earlier.

"You should watch where you're going." he ground out, glaring at me as he wiped his suit.

"Fuck you man, you shouldn't stand so close to people shit. Now I got this shit to deal with." I said taking the rag from the girl ringing up my bill. I was mumbling curses under my breath as I handed the towel back and took a new full cup of coffee. I apologized to the women as I asked for a rag to clean the rest. She told me it was fine and to go.

"Hey it was my fault I don't wanna be the fuckin idiot you gotta clean up after."

"I would like to pay my bill now. I have places to be." The mans voice was stern and angr

"What the fuck, man this was half your fault ya ass." He took his change from the woman and turned to me.

"I don't have time to deal with a mentally dejected waste such as you." He said coolly as he bumped past me. I bit my lip and closed my eyes trying to keep my limbs from lashing out. So fucken angry. Kill. Kill. Breath. I took a few deep breathes as the woman was talking about him being a dick behind me. I gave her a nod apologized again and went outside to see the black H2 pulling from the lot.

"Oh my fuck. You little bitch. I'm so gonna kill you." I screamed with my fist razed at the shrinking form. I got in my car and grabbed the phone calling Wufei. I left him a five minute message, pure bitching and pulled away too lazy to change my shirt hopping it'd dry quick.

Time and miles slowly ticked by. I stopped picking up smokes, coffee, and gas when needed. I was about an hour out of the city and it was seven thirty. It was snowing pretty bad, I could barley see in front of me. The sky hidden in gray and white. I was so tired. I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I was almost there. After my final I could sleep. Damn Dr. Terry was a dick. He wouldn't give me any breaks. All my other teachers let me take the finals earlier, but Terry, no no. I had to take it with everyone else. What a dick.

The sleep strips on the side of the road brought me back to reality. Damn, I had to stay awake. I bumped up my music. My whole car shaking as I sang to the beat. My eyes shot open and I jerked the car to the left. I heard the loud horn of a semi then jerked to the right too hard as my car spun.

"Shit!" I yelled as I saw the huge concrete bridge rail getting closer to my side of the car.

"No!" I screamed as I heard it connect and felt the front and side air bag go off. The powder that filled the car made it impossible to breath not that I could anyway. I only had the car for a year. A fucken black BMW M3. I spent a good amount of money on a system for it and, and...I couldn't hold back and just let out a b-horror scream or rage. I crawled out of the passenger side of the car after I turned it off. I didn't feel the cold, I didn't feel anything.

"This is not happening. Fuck this can't be happening." imagine how pissed Lucifer was when he revolted from God. Okay now multiply that by how pissed the world was with Hitler and you got half as pissed as I was. I turned on the cause of my accident and if I had nuclear weapons I would have aimed them all at the fucking black H2 that had plagued my trip. The door opened and the ass stepped out. The H2 was on the side of the road no lights on nothing. I swerved to miss it and almost nailed a semi and spun out trying to save my car.

"You. You! Get back in you're fucken shit box now. I swear, oh man, I'm gonna fucken kill you." He stopped looking at me with his head cocked to the side. Oh that was it. I charged at him tackling him to the ground. We were a rolling mass of limbs until he finally got a hold of me, pinning me to the ground.

"You were just in an accident." He said pinning me tighter. Damn he was stronger than he looked.

"Why didn't you have your fucken lights on? God dammit look at my car." I whined.

"I was sleeping and with my lights on people would be attracted to the lights and hit it."

"Not if you had your damn emergency lights on. Shit." I said noticing that my lip was bleeding probably from where the air bag hit me in the face.

"It doesn't matter now. You seem fine. You should go back to your car it's cold."

"Fuck, what time is it?"

"8"

"Shit, shit, shit. Man, I will pay you what every you want I gotta get to Depaul. I got to take a final and I gotta be there by 9 or I'll be fucked. Please you gotta help me. Please." I begged.

"I do not have to do anything to assist you especially from your earlier actions."

"Me. Me? You were the one who rode my ass with your fucken brights on, then you almost fucken hit me, then get me with a cup of coffee, and now you fucked up my car. And you're gonna tell me it's me. It's fucken me." I said my voice getting a little high.

"Is there a problem here gentleman." Great just fucken great.

"No. No problem. I just fell and he fell while he was trying to help me up." I said as the other stood up off me and I got up myself.

"What happen?" The state trooper asked looking cold. I was surprised I didn't know him. I got pulled over a lot. So I drive a little fast who doesn't on the interstate.

"I spun out and he stopped to help me um..." I turned to where the trooper was looking at him.

"It seems you have help. I'll be going." He said nodding to the officer.

"I need to see your licence and registration." The trooper said looking at me.

"It's in the car hold on." I glanced at the fading figure of all my disasters. I ran to the car got my wallet, registration, and cell phone. I pulled out my drivers license and a card with my number on it I gave them both with the registration to the officer and ran towards the evil H2.

"Just have it towed. I have to be somewhere. Call the number or shit I don't care. I gotta fuckin go, just call Khushrenada he knows me." Treize Khushrenada was an officer I dealt with on a regular basis, he was a Chicago cop. I bartended at Neo's, the Metro and off and on at Spy Bar. He always seemed to come when we had to call. We'd get the problem under control and mostly just bullshit for an hour or so. We found out, in one of our random conversations, that we were looking for the same thing. It was inevitable that we would form a bond.

I ran and jumped into the passenger seat of the H2, amazed it was unlocked. It was nice, all black leather. The lights on the inside mostly red with a few purple buttons. It smelled clean and new. If looks could kill I would be dead by the way he looked at me.

"Get out." he growled.

"Come on man. Here's $100." I always brought extra money in case of an emergency. This would be one. "Take it and just do this for me." I said looking desperate, which wasn't hard since my shirt was stained brown from coffee and red from the cut that leaked blood from my head. I had a coat of powder in my hair from the air bags and a busted swollen lip with a nice bruise forming on my cheek which I could feel

.

"I don't want your money I just want you out of my car."

"Please, please, please, please. I'm begging you man. If I don't get there I'll fail and I can't fail this class. Dude come on please. Please. " I said clasping my hands together in mock prayer to him. His eyes narrowed.

"Come on man I'll do anything...anything if you do this for me." He snatched the money from me and turned the car on speeding passed the advancing trooper. I leaned back in the comfortable seat just happy I was on my way. He was silent the whole ride his eyes never leaving the road, his mouth in a thin frown.

"Where are you going?" He growled.

"Uh. Depaul University." He nodded. I opened my mouth to tell him where to go, but he already was turning. I went to grab a cigarette.

"No smoking." He snapped before I gabbed the pack. I stayed silent. Hell he was giving me a ride, so fuck it right. The car skidded to a stop and I was thankful I was wearing a seatbelt. I undid it looking at the clock. 5 minutes I could make it.

I jumped out and turned to say thanks, but the h2 was already going door closing itself as he accelerated. I flipped a finger at it as I turned and took off through the campus. I was skimming through people barley missing them. I slid around corners on the slick hall floor and stumbled through the door. The professor stared wide eyed at me as did all the other students in there.

"You made it." Terry sounded kind of pissed.

"You don't even know the half of it." I said as I snatched a test from his table along with a pencil. It shouldn't have been hard, but it took me forever to do. Only cause my head was pounding and I just wanted to sleep. Two hours to do it and another half to make sure it was right. I had to pass this shit. I finished and left giving Terry a half smile and a wink.

"Hope not ta see ya next semester." I said with a wave as I left. He grumbled in agreement. I caught a cab to my apartment off Belle Plain about three blocks east of Lake Shore Drive. I paid the driver and drudged up to the door. Fuck. My keys were with my car. Man, all I wanted to do was greet my bed with my head. I hit the button. Nothing.

God dammit. I dialed Wufei's cell and got his voice mail. It took all my effort not to scream. I hated breaking into my own apartment. Dammit. The sound of a short siren blast made me jump. I turned to see Khushrenada stopped in the road leaning across the passenger seat waving for me to come over to him.

"Fuckin A' this day ain't ever gonna end." I groaned walking towards the white and blue car. "Hey what brings ya to the neighborhood?" Treize gave me a smile and nodded for me to get in the back.

"You as usual." His smooth voice wafted from the window. I opened the door slumping into the back puling out a cigarette. Treize rolled down the window for me. His crystal blue eyes shown in the rear view mirror. His intense gaze lightened by the small shoots of brown hair that fell into his eyes as he spoke to me.

"How generous of you to give my name to Johnson. Oh he gave me this to give you." Treize said slipping me a yellow slip of paper. I took it reading it.

"You gotta be fucken shittin me. He wrote me a ticket for leaving the sene." I groaned looking at the $150 fine.

"Well, you did leave. And thanks to you I was stuck taking care of your car most of the morning." Treize said looking back at me with a frown.

"Hey man I had to take that test you know that Terry would love to fail my ass for any reason."

"You do look like hell Duo."

"Ha yeah, tell me about it. Ever since I left Florida yesterday. Shit man" I said rubbing my eyes. "It was yesterday. The drive back was like the 7th pit of hell. And now it just seems to be getting worse and worse."

"Hm. I won't keep you long." He handed something through the steal wiring into the back. "This is the number where I took your car. I think they're going to bring it to the dealer."

"Man I can't fucken believe that guy." I said aloud to myself thinking of the arrogant prick who was the bane of my trip home.

I looked up to see Treize looking at me with a wondering brow raised. I smiled and laughed while I told him about it as we pulled into the station. He laughed at the whole situation. We walked over to his desk. Most of the cops in there new me and laughed at the way I looked. Hell I would of too, if it was someone else. He had me sign the report for my little run in with a concrete slab. Which was all the other assholes fault. The damn bastard.

Treize was shuffling through some files, while I dialed the towing company. The guy on the other end was short with me. Told me they took it to the dealer on the north side. And informed me of my bill. I snapped the phone closed.

"Man this shit is gonna cost me so much that damned mother..." my words were cut off at the sight of a manilla envelope in front of me.

"Another one." I whispered feeling a little tingle of numbness running through me.

"Yeah." Treize breathed. "Take it with you." He said although it was routine for me to take them.

He knew what happen to my parents. He'd been following the cases for a long ass time now. He was a good 13 years older than me. Been following it since he was in college. When I told him my name he connected me with the Orleans murder. I guess there's been one a year varying states. Never the same place. No evidence no clues. Whoever it was, was good as hell. Didn't leave anything. The only thing known so far was that it was one person and they usually used knives. Treize and I had talked about the other murders only brushing on my families every once in awhile, only when he wanted to point out I was the only survivor out of the 20 or so we knew of.

"It was in Orlando. A few days ago."

"Shit I was just in Florida..."

"I know." Treize sighed as his phone rang. "Go home and get some sleep."

"Yeah sleep." I said suddenly really tired. I stood up grabbed the envelope and warily trudged towards the door.

"Hey Treize." he looked up at me phone to his ear. "I need my licence." Treize looked confused for a second then looked over his desk. Like he'd find anything in that fire hazzard.

"Ah just bring it by Neo's. I'm bartending tonight." I turned and walked outside suppressing a shiver as the wind almost took me down the walkway. Fuck it was cold.

I took a burdening breath as I hailed a cab. I so didn't want to work tonight. I worked every, Wednesday Friday through Sunday at Neo's and every Tuesday at the Metro for Nocturna. Some weekends I work at the Metro if they needed help for a show. Sometimes I'd work the Smart Bar too.

Fuck, now I would have to work twice as hard just to make enough money for my fucking car. Man this sucked. I looked both ways still trying to get a cab. I was freezing. I went to try on the other side of the street when I heard that familiar horn I jumped back just in time to get doused in cold slushy dirty water.

I stood there dripping in shock watching the black H2 shoot around the corner. I looked down at myself then the envelope glad I was holding it behind my back so it didn't get wet. I didn't even feel the cold just a burning. Not a fucking again. I turned snatching a can of pop from the guy standing next to me and whipped it at the retreating vehicle. I watched with an evil grin as it connected and splattered on the back window. I howled in laughter.

"Now what you mother fucker!" I laughed. I heard the screech of tires, my laughter dying out as I watched the H2 pull to the side and the emergency signals go on.

"Oh shit." I whispered as I watched that dark figure come out from behind the large vehicle.

*** God I'M SucH a DiCk****

D: yeah ya are

HD: well should ya be surprised

H: I was when you showed signs of intelligence, but that was a long, long time ago

HD: and you guys can fuck off

D: then you'd have no story you jackass

HD:….yeah well…..you're stupid