Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ V - B - Bad Habits - Wufei's - Stealing from the Old Alma Mater ( Chapter 37 )

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

How these 4 `s' words are intertwined

By Masamune Reforged

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Warnings: Yaoi (tons of pairings, but mostly 1x2, 3x4 and implied former 13x6. Lemons amuck.), cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd expect in real life.

 

Page V: “Steps Down an Unlit Path”

Part B of Page V

“Bad Habits - Wufei's - Stealing from the Old Alma Mater”

Wufei's POV

 

“Blast it!” Tsubarov grumbled to himself. I was glad for the surgeon's mask covering my smirk. “Vino! Didn't I tell you I don't take any cream or milk with my coffee?” Tsubarov turned on the unfortunate Vino, the young lab assistant who was just two years older than I.

 

“I, I always tell them not to put any milk in, Professor Tsubarov,” Vino tried to defend himself. You could tell which one of the white masks and lab coats he was from the red patch dyed in the front of his brown hair.

 

“You can't just tell those peons, you have to check!” Tsubarov's anger was great, although misguided. “I've told you a million times I can't have milk!”

 

“I did check!” Vino protested. I felt sympathy for the poor youth on the very bottom rung of the lab technicians, constantly the gopher, fetching coffee, photocopying, transporting packages. He hadn't graduated from Harvard Chemical Engineering to be a crotchety old man's bitch. But that's what he was, partly because he would never stand up for himself.

 

Tsubarov scowled, and he was probably about to lash out with some cutting remark when his eyes bugged and his body lurched forward. He grabbed at his stomach, then at the surgical mask. I could imagine the sound the wizened intestines were making. Those were some powerful laxatives I'd snuck into his coffee.

 

“I- ugh, I'll speak to you when I get back! - Oh!” Tsubarov's threat was followed by his colon's own of losing control and making an awful mess under his lab coat.

 

Vino looked my way. His big green eyes didn't have any accusation or suspicion, only a plea for empathy. I shrugged helplessly at him. After all, I'd already helped him out by bringing the Professor his coffee and paper while Vino struggled to handle the broken copy machine. One nasty paper jam if I do say so myself. Vino had been the one to go to the store and get the fated cup, I'd just added an extra flavor of my own.

 

Tsubarov lurched for the door, growling commands at Joulan, a dark, handsome Indian scientist, and the group working on the particle accelerator. It was almost time. I let Professor Tsubarov click the door open. I watched his gloved hands remove the mask, his face exasperated and strained.

 

“Professor Tsubarov!” I yelled to him, just before he could step out. I rushed to his side.

 

“What is it?” He glared at me.

 

“We have to add the Acrylonitrile to the Hydrogen Sulphide solutions,” I reminded him kindly.

 

“I'll do it when I get back!” he snapped, lips curled like one restraining a bull from entering a room painted in reds. Tsubarov's beady eyes focused on the bathrooms at the end of the corridor.

 

“The solutions are atomizing. We have to add the Acrylonitrile now or we'll lose the past two days' work!” I faked urgency. The atomization wasn't going to become crucial for another ten minutes or so.

 

“Then do it!” Tsubarov began to walk away. I smiled under my mask and said:

 

“The Acrylonitrile is still locked up in restricted storage. Only you have access to that...”

 

Tsubarov cursed. He was beginning to sweat. He tensed as he stared at the bathroom door, so close, so very necessary. He was going to be in there for awhile.

 

“Fine, hurry up and grab it,” Tsubarov yielded. Nature's calling was about to knock down his bowel's door. “But make it quick and don't let anyone see you! You're not supposed to be back there.” The old man had to remind me of the rules and procedures, even when he was about to defecate in his drawers. He thrust the keycard into my hands.

 

“I'll keep it secret,” I promised. That was sincere.

 

Tsubarov set out in a sprint for the bathroom. I reopened the door to the lab, checking briefly on the amodium pyroxide I was preparing for tomorrow. Then, making sure everyone was occupied, I slunk over towards the back of the Einstein Memorial Wing's laboratory. I made one final check. Everyone was working except for Joulan and Vino, who were earnestly engaged in a conversation, probably about lacto-intolerance and coffee.

 

I swiped the keycard through the door's security device. A metallic click, then a soft whir came from inside, music to my ears. I pulled the handle downwards and entered the treasure trove.

 

Now, if I really had some evil intentions, there was no telling what kind of havoc I could have created in the restricted storage area. I'd never been back there before, and information about it was limited to only a few minds in the University. The room, about the size of an average two car garage, had enough chemical compounds and hazardous materials to poison the entire water supply, burn a hole a third of the way into the core of the Earth or make an explosion that could level seven city blocks.

 

Naturally, I wasn't interested in any of those things. I had come with one mission in mind. But, like a thief who has suddenly stumbled upon a cave containing more treasures than he could possibly carry out, I froze. It was just so beautiful.

 

Well, actually the room was very dark and drab. Beakers, carefully balanced tubes, boxes and a plain metal floor. But if you read the labels on the tubes and boxes you would appreciate the beauty.

 

Propylthiophenethylamines, C13H21NO2s, methyltryptamine, unbonded carbon dioxyl groups with numerous dispositions, Moclebemide, 3-Benzodioxoles, 5-Benzodioxoles, dimethoyls of every possible variation.

 

On second thought, I suppose that it was a sight that only those with special aesthetic senses (and several years of intense chemistry) would find beautiful. But I was in heaven. The kinds of compounds I could form, the potency of the creations, the secrets and wonders of the human mind that could be unlocked with these keys!

 

Snap out of it Wufei! I had to pinch myself. No, not literally, I couldn't risk making even the slightest tear in my gloves or coat with the materials I needed to handle. I searched the room quickly, trying to find which compounds wouldn't be missed too much. I selected some-

 

Oh, why would I bother telling you their chemical names? It's not like you would know enough to appreciate it... To keep it basic, I got enough chemicals to make the most ridiculously strong Ecstasy the world had ever seen. Simple enough for you? I tucked them into the box, along with the Acrylonitrile, and hurried out. I double checked to make sure I had the keycard.

 

“Why were you back there?” A voice nearly made me drop the container.

 

“Jesus, Joulan!” I gasped.

 

The tall, young Indian scientist was glowering at me dubiously. “I asked what you were up to back there.” Joulan Kent was always very serious and polite. He had a British accent from being raised in Britain, and everything about him, from his calm dark eyes to his carefully parted black hair, made him look austere and professional beyond his years. At the same time, he was a very nice guy, always treating fellow labbies to lunch or trying to organize department dinners.

 

“I had to get some materials for Professor Tsubarov, for the hydrogen sulphide solutions.” I tried to act natural, but Joulan's hard stare made me nervous. If he asked to see the contents of the box...

 

“That dog Tsubarov!” Joulan surprised me by smiling and wagging his finger. “Rushing off to the john and leaving a newcomer to do his work! And he's always grumbling about rules and such.”

 

“Y-yeah, that's pretty, um, pretty bad of him, I guess.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. A minute ago this young man had scared me stiff, now he was going on like we were old friends. I cast a wary glance around the lab. I needed to hurry and hide my precious acquisition before more attention was drawn.

 

“Fretting about getting burned for chatting on the job?” Joulan was perceptive. I was going to have to be careful around him. “If the Professor or Mr. Trent aren't around, you aren't likely to get scolded for taking a break or two, you know?” Joulan smiled.

 

“Mr. Trent?” I asked. The name seemed familiar, but I'd never met anyone who went by that.

 

“Trent Clark,” Joulan said. “Sort of a scary one he is. Very serious and secretive, I guess you could say he's Tsubarov's protégé. Or, rather, until you came on the scene he was. Believe he's finishing up an experiment in China right now on-”

 

“Wait, wait,” I was getting side-tracked, but this struck me as being important.

 

Trent Clark's name was familiar to me because I'd seen it at the bottom of almost every paper and dissertation Tsubarov had written in the last fifteen years. I'd also read an article in Frontier Science completely trashing Clark's first solo study. Something about interesting to science fiction nerds, but completely immoral and therefore un-fundable in reality.

 

“I have no intention of being Tsubarov's protégé,” I began. “I just-”

 

“Well, you seem like a decent chap,” Joulan cut me off, still smiling amiably. “Didn't get the feeling you were like those two. But, if you're really a normal bloke like the rest of us, then how about joining us for a pint or two one of these weekends?” The man had never said more than two words to me, now he was asking me to drink with him.

 

“Sure.” I didn't know what else to say, I needed to get Joulan out of my hair.

 

“We usually go to Murphy's; they've actually got decent English ale, none of that Budweiser crap,” Joulan informed me. “And afterwards, if we're, what do you call it? “Crunked”? If we're `crunked' enough we sometimes go out to Tricksee's to dance.”

 

“Tricksee's?” I repeated. That was a gay club.

 

“I understand if it's not your scene.” Joulan leaned closer, a little too close for my comfort. He was a handsome man, but, but he was a man! “But it couldn't hurt to let that hair of yours down for a night or two, right mate?”

 

Joulan winked, smirking. He was hitting on me. Another man was trying to pick me up. For god's sake, I was married! Not that Meiran and I had had coitus more than once. That had been an embarrassing `once' too...

 

“Think about it,” Joulan winked at me again and walked off.

 

I stood there, shocked. I watched Vino smile as Joulan came back to his work station. The two whispered, heads very close together. Joulan jerked a thumb back in my direction. Vino turned and caught me looking at them. His face turned a little blush, but he smiled at me all the same. Those two were always standing awfully close to each other...

 

I suddenly remembered my pyroxide solutions, probably ruined by now. Shit! I rushed off, putting the material for the experiment on the floor near the metal counter. When nobody was looking, I nudged the box under the station's base with my foot, just out of sight.

 

I stayed late, feigning a struggle over the right balance in my pyroxide solutions (the delay had thrown the pH slightly off). With the lab almost deserted, it was easy to smuggle out the cache of chemicals and store them in my locker. At night I returned home with my bounty. Meiran was out at the movies, and so I unabashedly brought the materials down into the sub-basement below our apartment that I had transformed into my secret laboratory. Only with the greatest self restraint did I not begin tinkering with them that night.

 

Instead, I skipped the next two days of classes, and was rewarded with a very powerful batch of Ecstasy and an ample remainder of several substances for future use.

 

-end Wufei's POV

-end “Bad Habits - Wufei's - Stealing from the Olde Alma Mater”

Part B in “Steps Down an Unlit Path”, Page V in Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

 

Next: “Shadows in Darkness”

 

ID Notes:

Trent Clark is a pretty important, although minor, character in Gundam Wing. He was the one assigned to do research and experiments on the Zero System when OZ captured the Wing Zero. He was always a sorta `mad scientist' type, and eventually went insane from the Zero System. He will play the role of Tsubarov's estranged protégée, and will be in a somewhat similar role here as he was in the series.

 

Vino Dupre is a minor character in Gundam SEED Destiny. He is one of the mechanics on the Minerva Battleship, always a sorta easy-going, cheerful guy. He is friends and partners with:

 

Joulan Kent. Joulan is a fellow mechanic in SEED Destiny. No, he is actually not Indian nor does he speak with any kind of accent in the series. I just wanted to spice up his character. He is very formal at first sight but is actually very kind and friendly in one-on-one interactions.

 

The two above are both pretty cute, and I couldn't help pairing them together, since they're so close in the tv show. A threesome with Wufei? We'll see.

 

Notes: Again, almost all of that science stuff is babble. However, all of those chemicals I listed in the Restricted Storage room are components in, or slightly altered forms of, active chemical compounds that give numerous drugs their effect on humans. So I'm not totally full of shit all the time when it comes to that science stuff. Erowid.org is your friend if you want to find out more.

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