Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ WaStElAnD ❯ No ViSiTs ( Chapter 1 )

And now for something completely different. Welcome To

The Wasteland

by Hate Dept.

Decloration of wastetation… there is lots of DRINKING AND SWEARING!!! So if anyone complains about an excess of either of the two, then yer a fuckin jackass cause I just done told ya ass already. Ignorant shit pisses me off…

Things to know and a bit Of WaRnInG < if ya can't see that you're an fuckass now the rest…this is a 1x2 yes there will be YAOI! So get the fuck out if ya can't understand. 3x4 if ya expect anymore then a mention ya ain't getting much ..well maybe if ya ask they can get some action, but I mostly gonna stay with 1x2 and well a little 2x6 for shits and giggles. I mean stuck on Mars what's there to do but eachother. HA! But beware there is a PLOT and one I enjoy so if you don't like it your stupid and have no taste. Ahaha, but it's true and you know it. Well well well. Hm I'm sure there are things I'm forgetting, but you can figure it out if you can reAd.

Oooooooo. GW ain't none of my shit. I just like to borrow the names and personalities of the beautiful characters to make them do the things I want. Mwahahaha.

D: You are such a Fuck.

HD: Yeah. Yeah I am.

W: I refuse to take part in anyof this.

H: All of you. Shut up.

HD: The fuck you think your talkin too Yuy… ya ain't nothin but my bitch now!

D: Dude. HD just called you a bitch HEH…

Chapter One No Visits

I kicked the metallic door closed. Ah, it was something out of the 21st century as were most things on the Mars colony, well if you could even call it that. I grabbed a bottle of vodka out of the mini fridge and a piece of old bread. I was gettin lazy about buying food and liquor. At least I had a bottle of rum and scotch to last me. Although I did prefer beer, but at that point anything to make me forget where I was. If only I went with the others after the Perventers broke up.

It's hard to prevent nothin, and that's bout what we were doing. I took along drink from the vodka bottle grinding my teeth together...man it didn't matter how many times I drank the shit straight, it still burned like a bitch. I leaned back on my small bed staring at the metal ceiling. Quatre's business was prospering, ha like that's a shocker. Wufei and Heero were both in college and getting along better than ever. They had both asked about me, well so Quat had emailed long long ago...

I guess it was all along time ago. The only one I saw anymore was Zechs. And damn that motherfucker for getting me all the way out here. Fuck, I can't believe I fell for the shit. He brings just about every mobile, gundam, and any other suit scrap he can find to me. Everyone knows I'm getting it so all the regulars at the salvage yard and investors give me an extra pad in the wallet to make sure they get a piece of the prize. Zechs drives a high bargain, but knows I'll fight for it.

"Dammit" I sighed taking another drink from the bottle. After I buy it all from him my ass is broke and I can't get any of the big wigs their orders cause I don't have the other pieces to make em. My business starts to slip like a greased pig through the hallways. Then, of all people, Zechs offers me a job to make some oxygen machines for his Mars colony and any other computers and miscellaneous shit he may be needing. I laughed before dumping more of the bottle into my mouth. It was a good set up, I buy the parts and fund a good portion of cash for the new colony., then help build it. Zechs was always the plotter.

I rubbed my hand over my face smelling the oil and sweat. Another 24 hour day. Zechs was the only one who could get me to take a break, and that's only if he half threatened me. He always took that shit to far though.

"As if he'd fucken care." I laughed to myself as the bottle threatened to drowned me.

That's what I told everyone why I came here. It's funnier that way. The real reason was a little different. After the war and Mariemeia I was stuck with Heero and Wufei. They decided to stay with me at the salvage yard and help with what they could. Actually, it was suppose to be just Heero, but I guess the thing with Po didn't work out and Heero invited Fei to stay with us. Of course I wouldn't care...Let me tell ya, it gets real real hard to have a conversation with yourself day in and out. And help me, Bah! The motherfuckers sat and trained with each other only calling me a damn baka once in a while.

I never told him personally, but I was sure Fei knew how I felt about Heero. Well maybe Wufei really didn't understand; nor did Heero or he choose not to care. I would make passes and snide remarks to Heero's every word, as few as they were. There was never any response, positive or negative, just an empty stare.

The two discussed attending college, and that was bout it for me. Shit I could barley pay attention in a gundum fight let alone college. The main reason I left was that I didn't want to loath them. Any of the piolets, for finding their calling or a love like Tro and Quat, but most of all I didn't want to hate myself. The way I felt for Heero and the way he looked at me were as different as Relena's life and the truth. I knew I would blame his lack of emotion for all myself hatred. I did what I knew was right and left. Sometimes bad dreams die where you leave them.

I took another sip from the bottle the bread forgotten in my hand as I thought of Quat's email. Noin couldn't handle it here and went back to earth. Her and Hilde were doing really good, should of known they were gay as me. The thought made a harsh laugh burst from my mouth. He and Tro were well, like they'd ever be bad. Wufei was completing his doctrine in psychology this year. Yeah that fucker was a genius. Heero was attempting to major in engineering, all aspects of it.

I turned my head to the clock that sat basically across from me in my room. I swear it was a closet with two smaller closets (the kitchen to the right and bathroom opposite). Shit, I almost had to pee from the hall to make it in the toilet. Well, I did also have the two apartments on either side of mine. One was just a large room with a bathroom, that's where all my entertainment was. Rebuilt gaming systems, kick ass stereo with some nice speakers and a couple of subs. I needed something that would be louder than me and let me tell ya I don't have many neighbors on any side of me anymore. I hooked up 3 old screens from the gundams, clearing up the views, which I turned into a sweet ass tv. I had a bunch of old DVD's and CDS, classic ancient stuff from the 21st century and shit. Most of them weren't perfect, but you could play em.. And I tell you those gaming systems rocked ass. The other side was set up like mine, but I just put a bunch of shit I felt like rescuing from my salvage yard in it. Ya know pieces of shit I'll never need but have to have.

I could faintly hear the rumbling of thunder and the tapping of rain on my metal cage, I guess it was a massive colony on Mars, but fuck the details. I took a liberal swig of the vodka before I screwed on the cap. How I envy the others. This place is like some kind of hell.

The wall com buzzed in my half conscious ears. "Duo, the temp system is down. Levels 485 through 467 heat is down."

I glared at the com before the words slipped out knowing they couldn't hear me unless I pushed the button down.

"And why do you think we all drink?" I scoffed as I pushed my slightly intoxicated form to the com.

"59685 is down again." That's a fucken shocker maybe if there wasn't 20 thousand leaks in this damn place. Yeah, the air was breathable in and outside the colony. Hell Mars was an O2 planet now, but it was like Noah's ark here. So much damn rain. Zechs may have planed the machines well enough and I built them right the first time, but the fucken ocean that over took this damned planet was killing it all.

I felt like a vampire from one of the old anime's I found on DVD, only one episode played, but it was always at night. And raining. I closed my eyes and fell back on my cot/bed...to see the sun again. Just something natural.

"Duo.." The static clicked my half closed eyes open.

"Damn Zechs.." I grumbled before I pushed on the com.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." I stood up clothed. I was too lazy to take anything off and knew I'd be called. I grabbed the bottle of vodka and left my room/closet. I tipped the bottle back as I walked down the endless hall knowing what awaited me. A half flooded corridor full of cold ass water. Sometimes I wondered if this was what a nuclear sub felt like in the golden years of man.

"Drinking again Mr. Maxwell." I looked up at the half exasperated Zechs. I guess this was having a toll on all of us.

"Hey just trying to keep up the catholic ways." I laughed offering the bottle to Zechs who took a more than filling drink off it. I guess even the master hates his job.

"Another system down." Zechs' voice was labored with booze.

"59685 is down again, maybe if every time I fixed that bastard I wasn't drunk it would work." I couldn't help but laugh nor could Zechs. He needed it though. We all needed something once in a while to reassure us we're still human. Being here made you forget sometimes.

"Duo," Zechs placed a hand on my shoulder. I knew what he was gonna say. I shoved my hand in his face.

"Save that shit for one of the guys who needs it. I came here cause I wanted to not because you forced me." I dropped my hand giving him a massive liquor filled smile. "Bitch ya otta know by now ain't no one forcin' me to do notin" I looked at Zechs for a minute then bursted out laughing. "Sorry," I said patting him on the back,"my ghetto came out again." Even Zechs couldn't hold back.

We both panted for breath. His face slowly moving back into the business man I had always tried to kill. "When you get done with your repair, pay a visit to my quarters." I looked away from him sighing.

"I have some new designs I would have you look at." He gave me a nudge in the side. "I'll have good drink and something to eat for you."

I smiled at him and shrugged. "You always know how to sweet talk me."

He gave me a nod and a wink as he turned away. I drudged my way down the dim lit metal halls the clank of my feet on the ground giving me some odd beat to bob my head to. My mind rolling over Zechs' words. What the hell else is there to build? Something didn't seem right. Well, unless he was designing a fucken boat.

I rode the elevator down to one of the seven pits of hell, hoping the screeching, lazily put together device would drop me to my doom before it delivered me there. The elevator stopped and he doors didn't move. I tried to pull them open, fucken piece of crap would get you to your floor, but that don't mean you're gonna get out. I pulled off the panel that hid the wires to the floor buttons. I had undone the panel and stripped the wires long ago. Yeah, I've had to deal with it too many times. I used the patent tweak I had came up with after being trapped in the tiny space so many times and was able to get my freedom.

"Hey hey, You drunk this time Big D." I smiled up to the big burly man. He was covered in oil, grease, and other unnamed substances. His curly black hair matted to his face. He wiped the sweat from his brow with one massive hand. I could already feel the sweat leaking from my overheated body.

"Almost as fucked up as you Lil Man."

His real name was Manny, but after hanging out together just about every day for the past four years we formed a brotherly bond. We were kinda of forced to as Zechs assigned every mechanic a partner and I was lucky enough to get Manny on the first shot.

I had to give Zechs some credit since he took most the workers from L2 so English was the main language. It doesn't take much to please me. Manny's arm came around my head getting me into a head lock. His other hand pulled the vodka from mine.

"That may be true, but I think I should check out your stock, ya know make sure it's good an all."

"Hey Lil Man you better watch yourself." I said half fighting against the wall of Manny.

He laughed, something loud and contagious, guttural and real. Sometimes he reminded me of me, well the good parts of me. I couldn't help but laugh with him as he pushed me back and took a drink from my bottle. He threw me a flask he pulled from his pocket, finishing his guzzle.

"Got it from a new recruit straight from L2, nice home brewed shit." I gave him a shit eating grin dumping the liquid in my mouth. My cheeks puffed out when I went to swallow. My eyes began to water. I forced the swig down wondering if it would actually stay there. I held the flask out to Manny as I coughed trying to breath.

"Damn...that shit is terrible."

"Ha, what Big D don't like..shit in five minutes you'll be chagin that tune."

"Hey Manny, Duo! What the hell are you two doin?"

"Fuck, The Rippers on tonight."

Manny rolled his eyes as he turned to the voice. The Ripper is what we named the spindly creature Johnathin. He was a little ass dick. I knew I could kill him with one playful punch I used to give Fei. He always tore into us. It didn't matter what we did or were doing, he would scream at us mechanics for anything that wasn't working and he really liked to lay into Manny and I every chance he got. Little ass pussy was still clean and perfect, his clothes without a trace of grim.

"I called you 25 minutes ago... Zechs doesn't pay you to stand around." The Ripper's pale blue eyes looked between the two of us deliberately focusing on what was in our hands then meeting our eyes with what should be a glare. It looked more like he was about to cry.

"He doesn't pay you to get drunk either. You know what could happen to you two down here? Three people have already met their end here and you know how?"

"Yeah, they were idiots and shouldn't of been here in the first place." I snorted.

I watched the Ripper's little kid hands ball into mini fists and shake at his sides. His thin lips and sunken in cheeks thinning and sinking more.

"No Duo. They died because they were drunk and miscalculated distances and reactions from the machines they were fixing."

Man, I wanted to punch the stupid right out of him. Acting as if it were a big deal to him. He wouldn't even know there names. My body tensed and I felt Manny's huge hand resting on my chest.

"We'll be fine Jonny. We're going to fix 59685 right now." Manny said smoothly. He had a voice that could take the anger out of anyone, well almost anyone. I was growing immune.

The small man glared at me as he turned to leave. "You better get it right the first time or Zechs will find out. And don't think this little incident will slip his attention."

"Yeah, run and tell Zechsy. See what he cares, you fucken whino."

Ripper turned around his pale skin turning red. "What did you say?"

Manny slapped his hand over my mouth. "He said he thinks your sexy and fucken wants you."

My mouth stopped moving against Manny's hand. The Ripper shuddered as he turned away.

"That is disgusting." Manny finally let go of my mouth as the Ripper vanished in the heat of the air control room. I punched Manny in the shoulder when he let me go .

"You seriously are a sick bastard." I smirked.

"Yeah, but I did save ya ass." He laughed. I joined as I took my vodka from him and stumbled with him down to our fucked up furnace unit. It was hot as hell when I first walked out of the elevator, but as we got closer and closer to the unit, it began to cool.

"Big ass leak." I glanced to Manny

"Yep, the pumps just aren't working good enough. The water gets higher and higher and all the red sand shit keeps pluggin em up."

I looked down to my feet at the first splash of a step I heard. The water was a dirty red. It reminded me of the war sometimes. Like blood mixing with mud and rain. I was glad the combat boots I wore at the salvage yard held up in this shit. I rarely wore my priest garbs any more. I saved them for special occasions. It was mainly black fatigues, cause I needed all that pocket space for booze, tools, extra wire and whatever else I might find wanting. I usually wore a black wife beater with a long sleeve black shirt over it, sometimes it was cold other times it was hot, and most the shit we worked with left black grime on ya. By the time we got to the offending system we were waste deep in water.

"You know I don't need your help with this."

Manny smiled. "Yeah you do. Otherwise yer ass is gonna be bored to death an pass out."

I nodded at him. He sat on top of the heating unit his feet dangling in the water as I tinkered with it. We reminisced about L2 and the earth. We always argued if the colonies or earth was better. I always thought the colonies were better, but he said nothing could ever compare to the earth. A never ending argument. We talked for a long time about the guys that died on the job, the guys that committed suicide, and others who went insane. Only three people died on the job in this section, 20 more committed suicide and fuck if we could even fathom the number that were stuck in nut houses. We joked a bit about how many psychiatric facilities had been built because of this place. I finished up the unit giving it a hard kick, forcing it back into life.

"You have such a way with machines." Manny smiled taking a drink from his flask.

"Yeah, instead of fuckin, I waste my time on this."

"Ha! Big D, if you ever got laid I swear I would be the Rippers male servant for a week."

"Hey, I might take you up on that." Manny just laughed and I had to join in with him. Yeah, well, maybe it wouldn't happen but it was funny.

We finished our drinks while we rode the elevator up. I was leaning in the corner listening to him talk about his lady, Cindy. He always gave me crap cause I forgot the d in her name every time I was drunk.

"She really wants ta see ya. Thinks you work to hard." The elevator stopped. "Why don't ya come have a drink with us?"

I grinned at him. "Sorry Lil Man. Cinny's gonna have ta wait. Mr. Hex wants to see me about some damn designs." Manny and I came up with Mr. Hex as Zechs sur name since this place had to be fucken cursed.

"He's got you on a tight chain. Well, Cindy," He made a point of exaggerating the d, "will be pissed, but if it's Mr. Hex. I guess we all gotta wait huh?"

"Yeah. I'll come with ya after our next shift."

Manny slapped me five "I'm holdin ya to it Big D.. Luck man."

I let the elevator close and hit the button for the top floor. Zechs still had that aristocrat in him, but it is his place. He offered me a room on the top, but you know me, gotta be with my kind.

I slumped in the corner feeling the alcohol pump through my veins. Thank God I was drunk and tired. At least this would end rather soon. Either he'd let me go early, which only happened twice or I'd do what I did most the time, which was pass out in the middle of his explanation.

I closed my eyes feeling the ache for sleep or more liquor. I pulled the long sleeve shirt off feeling the burning heat from Manny's mystery liquor and from working so hard. I wiped my face with it, not so much wiping the grease and oil off, more mixing it around with what was on my shirt. I was still pretty wet, but it was hard to tell if it was water or sweat. My pants were coated with a red film. I wasn't sure if it was from this time or a previous one since the sand never came off. I stood up as the elevator came to a stop. I shoved the shirt in my back pocket. My fist hit the door.

"You fucken piece of ass! You never fucking work for me. Never!"

I went to the wiring and fucked with it. Already knowing what to do since I've done it every other day for four fucken years. I pulled the doors open stumbling out of the elevator tripping over myself to land gracefully on my ass. My eyes glared at the closing door fist clenched in a vigorous rage. "You little bitch. Next time I'm cutting the damn wire. Then what?!"

"Then, we would have to use the stairs Maxwell." I rolled my head back falling to my elbows looking up at Zechs so clean and perfect in his white European garbs.

"Hmm, guess that mean you'd have to get dirty." He frowned at me. Fuck, I didn't want to get him into explaining all his mundane duties to defend himself, so I cut him off. "Anyways, this ain't gonna take long cause I'm goin on straight booze and the scraps of shit Manny gave me some time in the past twenty seven hours. And let me tell ya. I'm pretty fucked up right now."

Zechs gave a half laugh and shook his head as I pushed myself up. "I would ask you if you want anything, but I assumed it would be your usual."

"Yep," I nodded moving to the next room going to the white couch. I swear he had a million of them. Every time he asked me up I would sit on the same white couch, always. My grit and grime leaving a horrid stain, but he never said anything nor complained about the stain, which was nonexistent on my next visit. It was like my subconscious way at getting back at him, not as though I was really mad.

I remembered how awe struck I'd been when I first came up here, but it faded with how many times he called me up here. It reminded me of something strait from the queen of the worlds castle. The rooms were huge. Well, the whole two I'd seen. One was the entrance room were the elevator lead out of. It was all vaulted ceilings and marble walls with carvings of elaborate art of some sort. I never got into that arty shit, only manga and disturbing shit like HR Giger.

The other room was this big ass living room. Two huge white couches that sat across from each other, I always sat on the right one. While two black chairs sat away from the door. A large fire place behind the chairs and a glass coffee table between them all. The carpeting red, the walls a mix of white and black marble. Shit 1/16th of the entrance room would fit all mine into it. He had paintings hanging on the wall and drapes hanging along the doorways instead of door. I guess they'd be more arch ways then doorways.

I grabbed the bottle of beer that sat on the table taking half it down in one swig. I leaned back on the couch and put my feet on the table placing my other hand behind my head looking half bemused at Zechs. "So whatcha got?"

Zechs looked to my dirtied boots on his table then to my face as he sat on the couch across from me. I could hear the faint popping of logs in the fire place. He shook his head. So he didn't mind the couch, but he hated my feet on the table. "Well, I wasn't completely honest with you earlier."

I scoffed shaking my head. "I figured as much, shit what else could you be designing. Man, it ain't like it's the first time you've done it."

"I believe you are being a little over dramatic. I have only lied to you twice in the past four years."

"Huh? Is that how many you counted. Maybe maths ain't my subject, but I've got at least 5 up on that." I said finishing my beer, so I was a little irritated. Of all the things I hate, being lied to is the worst. Half my life was lived through lies and I don't need anymore of that shit.

"Really. If that is the case then I apolo.."

"Cut the shit and get me another beer. I don't need your fucken apology I just wanna get some sleep."

Zechs gave a noncommital shrug. Zechs' butler set a beer on he table. Taking my empty. He must of been close to hear me. What did I care, I didn't want to be there anymore.

"Anyways, as I was saying, we have some others joining our team."

"Why the fuck would I care?" I glared at him as my mind caught a passing thought "If you want me to be some happy go lucky tour guide in this place you gotta be..."

"No, no. They already know where development is. One will help some of those who are having a hard time adjusting and the other is going to fix some of the leakage problems and help you out with all the other machines."

I shrugged my shoulders taking a lazy drink. My eyes closing " Hah, you mean ones coming to slow down the insanity rate and the others gonna fuck up my shit. Psht...So when do they get here?"

Zechs gave a slight laugh. "There already here."

I pulled the bottle from my lips, it slowly coming to rest on the couch, exhaustion taking hold.

"Really." I mumbled half coherently.

"I see you've let your training slip." The stern familiar voice pulled my lids open as I sat up rubbing my empty hand over my eyes. Blinking stupidly to the black chairs. I focused on the two figures that sat there. The beer was instantly draining down my throat. I finished it dropping it staring at the two.

***Holy Hell who could it be??Ahh if I only knew.*****

H: You are such an ass.

HD: Hey when the hell did you get a personality.

D: Damn will you shut the fuck up and start on this shit. I need another Drink.

Hd: hmm maybe….