A Shot In The Dark

Chapter 1

A.N. Hello! I know I haven't written in awhile...so here's a fanfic that has been brewing for awhile in one of my notebooks. grumbles a bit Hey...I've been busy, so it's been rough. But, anyway...I hope that y'all like it!

Rating For This Chapter: T

Warnings For This Chapter: Moderate Cussing, Firearms Pointed At People, Alternate Universe

Duo looked up from what he was reading with a start. Had they finally called his number? He fished through his pocket, and found the little slip of paper that he had been given. It said, "C240".

"No," He thought closing his eyes slowly, then opening them again. "They had just called 'C120', it can't be me. He stuffed the scrap of paper back into his pocket, and picked up his book again. He hated the DMV...they were always so crowded...and it always took him forever to get to the counter. Shouldn't there be an easier way of doing this?

He sighed slightly, his eyes flicking through the book. He had read the same page about 20 times already, and wasn't absorbing anything. HOw did they expect him to learn about the ancient history of Earth when most of it was boring dates, and boring people's names associeated with those dates?

"Besides," the thought, as he looked at a picture of Thomas Jefferson. "Who really cares what happened way back then anyway?" He rubbed his violet eyes and shifted in his seat. Why was he here again?

"Because I need to renew my license, and actually get registered to vote for the next President..." he said to himself, closing the book and shoving it into his backpack. He couldn't consentrate right now.

He felt the back of his neck, a tear sliding down his cheek, as he felt the rough stubble there. He had had to cut his hair for a job...and now he missed it. Everyone kept telling him that he looked better without it...but he didn't really think so. He had tried to explain to everyone that that was the way that he liked it...but they had told him that it had made him look gay.

"Whatever." He told himself as he looked back up at the holographic sign. "They can think what they want. I don't see why their opinion matters so much anyway..."

The "they" he was talking about was his friends, Quatre, and Wufei. They were always ridiculing him over some stupid thing about his appearance, or what he was studying in school. Why didn't they just leave him the hell alone?

Well, he was alone now...there werea couple of people sitting in the chairs around him, but no one he knew. He checked his watch, and fidgeted a bit with his shirt button. Impatience was one of the htings that they got onto him for as well. "Patiences is a virgute." Quatre would always tell him. He scowled. Fuck virtue. He wanted to get out of here so that he could go back to his apartment and do his homework. He was already a little behiind...and he was on academic probation as well...so he better start shaping up.

It was 2 hours before he got out of the DMV, and he was quite hungry when he got out. Luckily there was an 02 Soy (1) up the street. He would just stop by there.

He pushed open the door, and the smell of soyburgers accosted his noste almost immediately, making his mouth water. There was a very short line (which came to no surprise), because most people would rather eat rat, than soy.(2) There were also several tables open. Perhaps he could study here while he ate?

After getting his food, he found a booth and sat down. He started unwrapping his burger, when he heard a "psst." Looking up towards the sound, he found himself staring right into the barrel of some kind of gun. "What the hell?" He said, as he froze.

(TBC)

1. "O2 Soy" is a name of a restaurant that my boyfriend created. I couldn't think of a futuristic name for a fast foodish-type stuff.

2. This was something that my boyfriend said as well. He was like "people probably wouldn't like the new health food of tomorrow." or something like that.

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