Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ To See You Again ❯ Life so Ordinary? ( Chapter 1 )

I have always enjoyed working with computers. They have always been a part of my life whether I was in school or at home working for my uncle at times. Though I don't know if you could call where I used to live a home. My Uncle J was always drunk or passed out, which was better than him being awake.

I had no choice but to live with him since I had no parents. I was told they had died in a car accident and my Uncle J was the only relative I had left as far as anyone knew. I was taken to him when I was about four and a half. I couldn't even remember what my parents looked like or even their first names, and my Uncle wouldn't tell me. He said `it was better for me not to even try to remember them.' It wasn't like I could any way. There weren't any pictures of them in my Uncle's trailer or if there were. He had never bothered to show me them.

Four and a half years old and in the care of an abusive drunk was something that I had to live with. There were many nights when he would come home, drunk and almost falling over but then he'd notice me. He would leave me for hours and sometimes days on end, and then come home only to sleep or take his frustrations out on me.

He had an old riding crop that used to be made to control horses. Uncle J sometimes went to the horse races when he would leave me, to gamble and bet on the tracks. The old riding crop was a souvenir that he had and would bring with him to the races as if for good luck. While he was gone I was to clean up everything that was made dirty and make food for him when he returned. I would make some for myself but made sure that he wouldn't see me doing so, in fear that I would get a tanned hide if he did see me.

If he won money at the race he would go out and buy more booze then return home for his meal that I would serve him. Often times if this happened he would allow me to eat some of the food as well. But if he didn't win and got drunk he would come back with that riding crop and whip me with it. I still have the scars on my back because of them. Deep scars both physical and mental, all because of him.

It hurt so much when he would whip me but a part of me just wanted to take it because it would stop shortly after if I did. If I resisted him, he would only beat me more until I was sobbing helplessly on the floor. He would scream at me, telling me I was weak and deserved what I was getting. That I should be grateful that I was living with him, cause if I wasn't I would end up dead or a whore on the streets.

Often times he would yell this at me and go into detail of what men would do to me if they picked me up off the streets. They would use me and break me in half. Tear my insides so I wouldn't sit for a week and beg to just be left to die somewhere. Uncle J would tell me this over and over until I would just nod in understanding. Letting him know that I understood and was grateful that I was with him and not like those other poor boys on the streets.

However when he did finally die and I was free from his treatment. I swore to myself that I would never let myself become like him. I would never hurt someone like he had me. It would be a fate worse than death if I did become like him and I refused to let anyone know what I had gone through.

What am I doing going on and on about my past again?

I had to get this program up and running again for Margo. She was a good boss and all, very fair and caring since I got this job. Zero Programs Inc. was top of the line and very high at the top for coming out with new programs to help out people with different settings and needs. All of our programs were compatible with almost any computer.

I have been with this company since I turned fourteen and now after eight years, I was still intrigued with everything I could develop or help out in. The only problem was when I got home to my apartment every night; it felt that something was missing. It was like there was this void inside my soul that wanted to reach out and gain something or someone. I dated a few guys in the past. None of them made me feel whole or that they had a connection with me.

After two or three dates I would have to tell them I was no longer interested or that I didn't think we clicked. Most of them understood, a few had been a little hurt and I felt bad about just ditching them like that, but I really could help it.

I was waiting for that special someone that would come into my life and make me feel complete. I wasn't ready to be intimate with anyone who didn't make me feel that way. If I did, then what did I have to offer that person? Intimacy was sacred and let that other half of my soul mark me as theirs. It didn't matter to me if they had been taken or had taken someone else before hand. Although it would've been nice if they had felt the same way I did.

Taking a deep breath I finished the program and sent it to Angela, Margo's secretary. She had this crush on me a few years ago but I squashed that when I told her I was gay. She was shocked and disappointed when I told her but didn't show any disgust towards me. She actually had become a good friend and was there if I needed someone to talk to or of course had to get a hold of Margo.

I was done for the day and was looking forward to going home and relax for the weekend. It was Friday after all and the weekend was always something I could look forward to as time off. Working only five days a week did have it's advantages for upcoming weekends to de-stress.

Walking towards the elevator, I noticed the bulletin board and all the new announcements. Usually Margo had found some interesting things to post up there for the weekends. It was like she wanted us to have fun and not be so focused all the time.

Normally I wouldn't pay any attention to the new posts, but today one in particular drew my attention to it. It was an advertisement for a dance club party down at a local club and yoga relaxation group on Saturday. The yoga part didn't really interest me since my friend Wufei had made me do plenty of yoga before or when I would let him any way.

The dance club party part of the post did however intrigue me. I had never gone to a club before and something told me I should go and check it out. Maybe my life would be a little more exciting. I could only hope so. The only thing was I didn't want to go by myself. Maybe Wufei would like to go.

Wufei is a really cool guy. I met him when he used to work here and I first started. Both of us were the same age and as the people at Zero Programs said, we were both geniuses. He was very talented with computers. He once told me he had been addicted to them since he was born. I had to laugh at that. I had only gotten the job since the social worker that had me said that I was legal to work and since nothing had been left for me, I had to get a job. Although I still lived in the care of a foster home, I would need to get an income to survive on my own when I turned eighteen. Wufei had gotten a job here because his parents also worked here. What a family huh?

We got along fine since day one and have been close friends ever since. The only change now is that he works with the Preventers now and we can no longer work together. We always call each other from time to time or when we just need a break from both our jobs and have some fun together.

I picked up the post and walked over to the copier and made two copies one for me and one for Wufei. I placed the original back and walked out of the office towards home.

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As soon as I got home I stripped out of my office clothes and headed for a shower. Letting the hot steamy water rain down on me and relieve all the aches out of my body. I began to let my mind drift. What would the club be like? Angela once told me most of the club parties she's gone to have had a bar on one side of the room and a dance floor right across from it. The clubs are always dark and have the music blasting.

I wonder if this club would be like that as well. "Oh well. I guess I'll just have to see for myself."

I quickly washed myself thoroughly and got out. Drying off with a large plush towel and wrapped it around my waist and headed back into my bedroom. I took out a pair of soft blue boxers and a T-shirt and put them on, then headed toward the kitchen.

I really didn't feel like making anything so I just put some waffles in the toaster and waited for them to be done. There was something about waffles for dinner that I liked. Simple enough to cook and a tasty dinner to eat as well, I truly enjoyed eating my waffles.

Upon finishing I set my plate in the sink to be washed later and went to get comfortable on my couch. I picked up the cordless and dialed Wufei's number. I didn't have to wait long at all.

"Wufei here. What's going on?"

"Hey Wufei. It's Heero. How are you?"

"Heero? It's nice to hear from you. I'm good fine as usual. How about yourself?"

"Fine. Thanks for asking." We always greeted each other like this on the phone. No matter what time we called the openings were always the same. It was a comfort to say the least that he was a good friend and knew that I needed a common greeting when we called before getting to the actual reason for the call.

We talked about each other's work and what had happened lately. I had to smirk a few times when he said that he was glad I called since he was rather bored out of his mind. I could definitely believe that.

"So why are you calling? Just to catch up? Or have you found your other half and want to tell me about it?" Wufei questioned teasingly.

"Actually I called to ask if you had any plans for tomorrow? I saw a bulletin at work about this dance club party. I realized I never went to one and thought maybe I'd give it a shot. But I wanted to know if you would like to come with me?" I asked into the receiver. `Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.'

"Sure sounds like fun. I don't have any plans, so yeah. I'd love to go to the club with you. Which club is it?"

"One sec let me look at the paper." I got up with the phone secured to my ear with my shoulder and scanned the post again. "The club is called Silver Scythe. What a name huh?" I asked him.

"Oh. I've heard of that place. It's a gay bar and club. I heard it's known for the professional dancer that owns the place as well as the other two co-owners who run the bar and club."

"A professional dancer? Why is it known for a dancer?" I questioned, somewhat confused.

"I'm not really sure why. Although Sally told me that the dancer of the club refuses anyone to sit all night long. Everyone who enters has to dance at least at some point of the time they spend there or the dancer will make you dance with him." Wufei chuckled on the other end of the phone. "Sally had a first hand experience of that happening." He laughed a little more.

I had a hard time picturing anyone dragging Sally from her seat to dance, but obviously miracles could happen at this club. Maybe I would get one performed on myself while I was there.

"Should I pick you up at eight then?" I asked and his giggling subsided.

"Yes. That should be fine. Make sure you wear something appropriate for the atmosphere Heero. Or you'll stick right out in the place." He laughed again.

"What exactly should I wear Wufei?" I had no idea what to wear to a club. So I might as well let Wufei chose my wardrobe for me.

"Hmm. Well, for clubbing you usually wear something that shows off your body. So why don't you put on those tight black jeans you have and wear a blue sleeveless turtleneck? I think that'll pass a club's standards."

"Thanks Wufei. So I'll pick you up at your apartment at eight?"

"My apartment at eight Yuy, and don't you forget. See you then."

"Talk to you real soon Chang." I placed the phone back on the hook then went to retrieve the said items out of my closet.

Maybe this would be interesting after all…

TBC…

More to come I guarantee. All will be revealed shortly well some things will be revealed others are just going to be surprises. Review if you want more!!!