Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I'm In Love With A Bad Boy! ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Title: I'm In Love With A Bad Boy!Genre: angst, romance, sap, violence, Relena-bashing, Two POV's (I think)Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing. Thus the fact that this is a *fan*fic, DUH!Summary: Duo is a single father of two who has finally met the man of his dreams. But will *he* admit it?Pairings: 1x2 (centered), 3x4, 5x13, mention of past relationships
A/N: Geez, I've had writer's block for some time now. I don't know if its from the term paper I had to write or SOL's or Final Exams, but my brain has been on E. Sorry for those who were waiting. And thank you for those who reviewed. Chapter title comes from Cassidy. I hate this song but it suits this chap.
SeYa: Thank you for your comment. It really makes me happy to know someone likes the story.
D_K joy: Thank you too. And yea I do need a beta for my stories. Spaceprincess had offered to beta Fly Away Hearts and any other GW fics, but I wouldn't mind having someone else look at my stuff too. It would make things go faster. And if you think about it, Heero dated Relena......I think he has good reason to be gay.
Besides, I'm a yaoi writter. If the boys are dating the girls, chances are they are either bi or being forced to be with them. *shrugs* Makes sense to me and I'm glad it makes sense to you. Thank again for you review. Hey! I rhymed. XP.
Chapter 1 ~ I'm A Hustler
(Heero POV)
It's nothing like a call from your baby's mother to get a guy smoking again. I take one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it to the concrete. I watch the glowing end slowly burn itself out with a mock understanding. Life sucked.
A chilly breeze whips up around me and I pull my hoody tighter around me. It was cold this time of night. My reasons for being out here? My partner and I had to pay one our 'clients'. Clients were the guys that owed our boss money. We go collect it then get our cut. It has illegal written all over it, ne?
That's the beauty of living on L2. The cops are too busy fucking the whores on the corner or too high to care what goes on on this colony. You a drug dealer? Chances are you'll end up making most your profit off the boys in blue.
"Yo, Heero!"
I turn to the voice addressing me. Seeing who it was, I grunt my own hello as he sidles next to me.
He stands at five foot nine, minus the black tipped blonde spikes he enjoys wearing. He's around nineteen or twenty and still looks like a middle school student. Big aquamarine blue eyes and soft features. Kinda like an angel but once you get to know him, you'll know better than to think that. Tonight he was wearing all black. Not many sunny blondes can pull off the gothic look but he does.
Thight black jeans, a tanktop under a leather jacket, spiked leather cuff on his wrists, and, to top it all off, a pair of black steel toed boots. Yeah, a perfect fucking angel.
We walk silently until we reach our location. Its funny how he likes to get all personal when we're in the middle of a mission.
"Relena again?"
"Hn." I reply as I pull out my pistol. I mess with the safety and check my ammo as I wait for more of his questions.
"Why don't you just go see your kid? That is what's bothering you right?"
"It's not that simple, Winner. She'll use it as blackmail. She tried before."
"No wonder you went gay."
I gave a bark of laughter. Yeah, no wonder. It made perfect sense too. I *was* bi at one point in my life. After meeting Relena.......yeah, you get the idea.
"Ready?" I hold up my gun and nod at him. He returns the gesture and disappears into a thick steel door.
***
(Duo POV)
Getting the kids to bed was, as usual, a chore. After a very messy sud fight and a bout with a pajama set, Solo and Helen was tucked in their beds. And like every night, I stand in their doorway and watch them sleep.
I only caught myself a few times, but I check if their breathing too. Especially Solo.
I guess, I'm just scared. I mean, I lost every one close to me before turning twenty. My parents, Sister Helen, Solo, and Solo's and Helen's mother.
I can't even remember my parents. They might not even be dead. They either ditched me, got killed or were the lucky few to be arrested. For all I know, they could be the crackheads littering the apartment building's hallway.
Sister Helen. Now I remember her. She was a firey nun that took care of me when I was too young to make it on the streets. Taught me how to braid my hair since I went ape shit when anyone tried to cut it. She died in the Maxwell Massacre. A bunch of rioters set the church we stayed in on fire and she didn't make it out. I was pretty fucked up after that.
That's when Solo found me. Or I found him. Doesn't matter. We took care of each other and had a gang. We'd steal and cause trouble every chance we got. That's what got us in that mess in the first place. What mess? We were going to pick pocket some cop and I got caught. I was so stupid then. He took me to one of those alleyways and started to beat the shit out of me.
It was like it lasted for days, but he stopped. That was even worse. He started to undo his pants and grabbed me by my hair. Before I knew it, his cock was down my throat. And wouldn't you know it, Solo came just in time. He knocked that asshole on his back and told me to run. I did what I was told but didn't get far. The mother fucker pulled out his gun and fired twice. The first hit Solo point blank. The second went through my shoulder.
I watched in horror as my best friend and caretaker died. The cop took off after that. Probably so he wouldn't have any witnesses. What the hell was he worried about?! We were on L2 for fuck sakes! No one would care that two homeless kids were killed. They don't even care if you're barely out of diapers trying to sale yourself for a little food. God I hate this place.
I was planning on leaving as soon as the twins were born. Had the house pick out on Earth and everything. Even thought I would have the perfect life. Why shouldn't I? I was hardworking, young, great personality, the list goes on. Yeah I'm boasting. Fuck you if you don't like it.
What went wrong? Oh, I remember. Hilde. Yep that was my babies' mother. I wanted to build a relationship with her, a family. And what does she do? She gets killed in a car accident going to go see her lover. She had been seeing another man on the side. Imagine how dirty I felt to know I was tapping something some other guy was just minutes ago. Fuck! I should hate her. But I couldn't. I couldn't love her either.
The worst thing is I couldn't love my kids either. They were conceived one of those nights she went to see him and then came home to me. I couldn't handle thinking that they weren't mine. Wufei made me go get a DNA test. They were mine. I cried. Yeah, I'm a damn pussy, ne?
I look at them one more time before I retire to my own room. Someday I was planning on moving my things in the room across from their's but never got to it. My room was on the other side of the apartment. Not that that was too far. The place wasn't that big.
***
(Heero's POV)
"I ain't paying that fag hiring bitch one red cent." Came the harsh reply. I loaded a bullet into the chamber and waited.
"You do realize you're asking for trouble." I could hear the sneer in Quatre's voice. Such a business man. And patient too. I would've just shot him and be done with it. Quatre will be civil as long as they be civil back. That means either calling him Quatre or Mr. Winner. Never mention his middle name or any thing other than the two.
"Are you threatening me, pansy?"
Oh, bad idea. There wasn't much sound until someone started punching someone's face. Minutes later all was quiet again.
"Watch who you calling a pansy, bitch." Quatre walks out of the little cubby hole and tosses me a wad of cash. Now that wasn't all that hard. We start to make our exit when heavy footsteps sound behind us.
"Get back here, you motha fuckas!"
tbc......
A/N: What cha think? You got some of Duo's past, why Heero is gay, and Q made an entrance. *snickers* Quatre is a gangster. Interesting. Anyways, more to come. Review and I'll post as fast as I can think of what happens next.
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A/N: Geez, I've had writer's block for some time now. I don't know if its from the term paper I had to write or SOL's or Final Exams, but my brain has been on E. Sorry for those who were waiting. And thank you for those who reviewed. Chapter title comes from Cassidy. I hate this song but it suits this chap.
SeYa: Thank you for your comment. It really makes me happy to know someone likes the story.
D_K joy: Thank you too. And yea I do need a beta for my stories. Spaceprincess had offered to beta Fly Away Hearts and any other GW fics, but I wouldn't mind having someone else look at my stuff too. It would make things go faster. And if you think about it, Heero dated Relena......I think he has good reason to be gay.
Besides, I'm a yaoi writter. If the boys are dating the girls, chances are they are either bi or being forced to be with them. *shrugs* Makes sense to me and I'm glad it makes sense to you. Thank again for you review. Hey! I rhymed. XP.
Chapter 1 ~ I'm A Hustler
(Heero POV)
It's nothing like a call from your baby's mother to get a guy smoking again. I take one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it to the concrete. I watch the glowing end slowly burn itself out with a mock understanding. Life sucked.
A chilly breeze whips up around me and I pull my hoody tighter around me. It was cold this time of night. My reasons for being out here? My partner and I had to pay one our 'clients'. Clients were the guys that owed our boss money. We go collect it then get our cut. It has illegal written all over it, ne?
That's the beauty of living on L2. The cops are too busy fucking the whores on the corner or too high to care what goes on on this colony. You a drug dealer? Chances are you'll end up making most your profit off the boys in blue.
"Yo, Heero!"
I turn to the voice addressing me. Seeing who it was, I grunt my own hello as he sidles next to me.
He stands at five foot nine, minus the black tipped blonde spikes he enjoys wearing. He's around nineteen or twenty and still looks like a middle school student. Big aquamarine blue eyes and soft features. Kinda like an angel but once you get to know him, you'll know better than to think that. Tonight he was wearing all black. Not many sunny blondes can pull off the gothic look but he does.
Thight black jeans, a tanktop under a leather jacket, spiked leather cuff on his wrists, and, to top it all off, a pair of black steel toed boots. Yeah, a perfect fucking angel.
We walk silently until we reach our location. Its funny how he likes to get all personal when we're in the middle of a mission.
"Relena again?"
"Hn." I reply as I pull out my pistol. I mess with the safety and check my ammo as I wait for more of his questions.
"Why don't you just go see your kid? That is what's bothering you right?"
"It's not that simple, Winner. She'll use it as blackmail. She tried before."
"No wonder you went gay."
I gave a bark of laughter. Yeah, no wonder. It made perfect sense too. I *was* bi at one point in my life. After meeting Relena.......yeah, you get the idea.
"Ready?" I hold up my gun and nod at him. He returns the gesture and disappears into a thick steel door.
***
(Duo POV)
Getting the kids to bed was, as usual, a chore. After a very messy sud fight and a bout with a pajama set, Solo and Helen was tucked in their beds. And like every night, I stand in their doorway and watch them sleep.
I only caught myself a few times, but I check if their breathing too. Especially Solo.
I guess, I'm just scared. I mean, I lost every one close to me before turning twenty. My parents, Sister Helen, Solo, and Solo's and Helen's mother.
I can't even remember my parents. They might not even be dead. They either ditched me, got killed or were the lucky few to be arrested. For all I know, they could be the crackheads littering the apartment building's hallway.
Sister Helen. Now I remember her. She was a firey nun that took care of me when I was too young to make it on the streets. Taught me how to braid my hair since I went ape shit when anyone tried to cut it. She died in the Maxwell Massacre. A bunch of rioters set the church we stayed in on fire and she didn't make it out. I was pretty fucked up after that.
That's when Solo found me. Or I found him. Doesn't matter. We took care of each other and had a gang. We'd steal and cause trouble every chance we got. That's what got us in that mess in the first place. What mess? We were going to pick pocket some cop and I got caught. I was so stupid then. He took me to one of those alleyways and started to beat the shit out of me.
It was like it lasted for days, but he stopped. That was even worse. He started to undo his pants and grabbed me by my hair. Before I knew it, his cock was down my throat. And wouldn't you know it, Solo came just in time. He knocked that asshole on his back and told me to run. I did what I was told but didn't get far. The mother fucker pulled out his gun and fired twice. The first hit Solo point blank. The second went through my shoulder.
I watched in horror as my best friend and caretaker died. The cop took off after that. Probably so he wouldn't have any witnesses. What the hell was he worried about?! We were on L2 for fuck sakes! No one would care that two homeless kids were killed. They don't even care if you're barely out of diapers trying to sale yourself for a little food. God I hate this place.
I was planning on leaving as soon as the twins were born. Had the house pick out on Earth and everything. Even thought I would have the perfect life. Why shouldn't I? I was hardworking, young, great personality, the list goes on. Yeah I'm boasting. Fuck you if you don't like it.
What went wrong? Oh, I remember. Hilde. Yep that was my babies' mother. I wanted to build a relationship with her, a family. And what does she do? She gets killed in a car accident going to go see her lover. She had been seeing another man on the side. Imagine how dirty I felt to know I was tapping something some other guy was just minutes ago. Fuck! I should hate her. But I couldn't. I couldn't love her either.
The worst thing is I couldn't love my kids either. They were conceived one of those nights she went to see him and then came home to me. I couldn't handle thinking that they weren't mine. Wufei made me go get a DNA test. They were mine. I cried. Yeah, I'm a damn pussy, ne?
I look at them one more time before I retire to my own room. Someday I was planning on moving my things in the room across from their's but never got to it. My room was on the other side of the apartment. Not that that was too far. The place wasn't that big.
***
(Heero's POV)
"I ain't paying that fag hiring bitch one red cent." Came the harsh reply. I loaded a bullet into the chamber and waited.
"You do realize you're asking for trouble." I could hear the sneer in Quatre's voice. Such a business man. And patient too. I would've just shot him and be done with it. Quatre will be civil as long as they be civil back. That means either calling him Quatre or Mr. Winner. Never mention his middle name or any thing other than the two.
"Are you threatening me, pansy?"
Oh, bad idea. There wasn't much sound until someone started punching someone's face. Minutes later all was quiet again.
"Watch who you calling a pansy, bitch." Quatre walks out of the little cubby hole and tosses me a wad of cash. Now that wasn't all that hard. We start to make our exit when heavy footsteps sound behind us.
"Get back here, you motha fuckas!"
tbc......
A/N: What cha think? You got some of Duo's past, why Heero is gay, and Q made an entrance. *snickers* Quatre is a gangster. Interesting. Anyways, more to come. Review and I'll post as fast as I can think of what happens next.
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