Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Not as Alone as You Think ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wish I owned the Gundam boys, unfortunately I don't. They belong to the many companies who have the copyright on them. Which does not include me. There is no money to be made from this, my income comes from finding postcodes from bad addresses on census forms.

NOTE: I'm not quite sure where this is going at the moment; I just sat down and started writing. Flame if you want, I don't really care as long as you tell me what you think.

// are thoughts \\

<< shows computer text >>

Let's get on with it!

Not as alone as you think…

//What am I doing here? It's 1am and I'm sat up in my bunk trying to sort some files out on my laptop, and all I can do is think about anything but working. The other guys are happily asleep, its okay for them I suppose. Hey what am I supposed to do when there are constant voices circulating inside my head that stop me from sleeping? I pretend that I'm doing work, when all I'm doing is writing in this diary. They don't need to know that I have tears running down my face, or that my body is wracked with emotion, all they need to know is I'm Duo.\\

//This room sucks. It's so dingy, with its magnolia walls and MDF furniture, that I feel a wave of depression wash over me every time I walk through the door. That becomes amplified at least tenfold when a certain roommate is here. Let's not go there at this moment in time, or I'm afraid I might lose control. Another thing they do not know about is why I go to visit my family so often. To actually have a family to visit would be one thing, but those suckers will believe anything. They take pity on the poor little guy with no father whose mother is dying. Hah! What a laugh. The real reason I'm away from school? My missions. That is the reason that I have some of the coolest gadgets in the school. Especially the laptop. The only other one is property of the aforementioned roomie. Ah shit, wardens. Gotta go. Cya tomorrow!\\

//Ah good old school bowling trips. Managed to get served at the bar, smuggled it to the lane in a soft drinks cup. How drunk am I? It was rather amusing, apart from the happy cheerful song brigade, which really got me pissed after a while. Anyway, where was I? That's it, I know what I was going to say now. Had the compulsory medical exam today, and flipped out right in the middle, so now they're force feeding me all these anti-psychotic drugs every four hours, oh yes, here comes the nurse now. I think I'll just play crazy and see what she does, its actually quite amusing seeing them shit themselves as they have NO idea what to do. That guy's tapping away on his laptop too, we must look like complete social retards, but who cares. Quatre, the cutey blonde one is playing his violin. How I hate violins! They just go through me.

It's a weekend night so nobody's bothered that we're still awake. They would be bothered if they knew that I have 5 razor blades stashed down the side of my bed. Or that I have 20 cigarettes in my jacket pocket. I just love breaking rules. Of course, I'm nothing compared to the other laptop wielding roommate, who is the most notorious troublemaker around here. He just skips lessons with no remorse. He even walked out of a meeting with the principal. Oh well, I guess there's just no hope for some. Have I got classes tomorrow? I think I have. Better get some sleep.\\

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//Oh the joy of classes at eight am. Somehow survived the drop from my bunk as I hopelessly rolled/fell out of bed. That was great. Really going to impress the guy with that stunt. Oh well, Mr Yuy doesn't seem the type to get involved with anyone, hell I don't even think that he speaks to anyone. Oh yeah, does it bother you that I'm gay? If it does then I think you'd better not talk to me. Here I go, breakfast time.\\

//Why oh why did I have to choose maths?\\ The room was scattered with a few students who were looking thoroughly disinterested as the teacher droned on about the mock exam they had taken and failed the lesson before. The only one who appeared to have done reasonably well was Heero Yuy, although most people were sure that he had seen the test beforehand and had memorised the answers. Duo stared distractedly out of the window, watching the lucky people who had "study" periods.

//Bastards. What did they do to deserve free lessons when I'm stuck here listening to that old cow banging on about how bad we are? Of course Mr Perfect over there can forget any of this, pretending to be the model pupil, that guy causes more trouble than the rest of my roommates put together, but oh no its little old Maxwell here that takes all the blame for the sake of a decent nights sleep without the bickering from that camp fuck Quatre. He's nice enough, but doesn't half go on about us all being friends. God I need a smoke.\\

"Mr Maxwell! Will you pay attention?"

//Oh shit, here we go again!\\

"Sorry Miss."

Duo put his head down and started trying to make sense of the cosines and sines that weaved their way across his page. The clock was stuck in a time warp as every time that he checked it the hand appeared to have moved backwards. Heero did have a tendency to make strange things happen around here, so time running backwards wouldn't be such a surprise.

//At least if time started running backwards I'd have chance to redo the first meeting!\\

Duo was awakened from his musings by an alarm. Not a watch or mobile phone alarm, but a great siren blaring out a screeching warning that hurt the eardrums. The teacher seemed to be unaware of what to do, and out of the corner of his eye Duo saw Heero reach below his desk and pull out his laptop.

//Now what can he be doing? There's more to this guy than most people think. Better check out what's going on.\\

He pulled out a palm top computer and hooked it up to his phone as the teacher eventually decided to evacuate the classroom. Outside of the room and in the corridor there seemed to be an overall air of confusion and fear. Duo waited for the short amount of time it took for the satellite link up to connect and watched expectantly as the report filed itself on the tiny screen.

<<MISSION: DESTROY MOBILE SUITS ATTACKING THE BASE AT COORDINATES 6˚45'W 52˚19'>>

//That's my queue to leave! No room for failure. I just wanna know why they're attacking here? Surely they wouldn't go this far to destroy one mobile suit? Oh well here we go.\\

***

Duo ran out of the compound that contained the school as fast as he could to the secluded spot where his mobile suit was hidden.

//Damn! I'm sure that was Yuy and I think he saw me. Shit. Ah well, now's not the time to worry, any damage can be repaired later, but only if we make it out of here alive! \\

TBC…