Job Hunt
By: Axisor
Yes. I know. I'm insane to start another series, but I'm attempting to work my way up to "Institutionalize-able" so I can be institutionalized and then devote all my time to writing and send school stuff to heck--see? Even the insane have some sort of logic.
Okay, this is a story I started with a bunch of e-pals but none of them seem to have picked up and continued-so a note to them--**IF YOU STILL WANT TO WORK ON IT, YOU CAN ON _The_Site_ (you know the one I mean)**-- and to the rest of you, I couldn't just leave this story laying in the dust, especially when I had my own ideas as to where it could go.
Okay, more at the end, but I don't own anything mentioned in this story, except, off course, the story. The characters are being borrowed.
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Heero woke up with a "gosh awful" headache. "Knew I shouldn't have eaten Duo's cooking," he grumbled. As he got up to get dressed he ruefully added, "If we gave that to Oz instead of bullets the war would have ended sooner," allowing himself an OOC moment of humor since no one was there to witness it.
It was a few years after Barton Foundation and everything. All the Gundam pilots were 20, except Trowa who was 22 and Zechs (if you count him a G-pilot) who was 24. Heero had lost contact with most of them. He had worked with Wufei for 2 years in the Preventers but nothing exciting had happened during those years. The most action he saw was creating anti-virus programs for viruses that "mysteriously appeared" in the system. This would have been fun for him except most of the time he was the creator of the virus because he was bored and made it. Eventually, people were becoming suspicious and Heero was becoming even more bored, so he resigned his commission.
Duo had insisted on having Heero live and work with him at the scrap metal business Duo owned. It was a good thing Heero went along with this plan. He got a new enemy out of the deal--Bankruptcy. After 2 years of Heero managing his books, Duo understood how to manage them himself and was opening 2 more Maxwell Scrap-Heaps on 2 other L-2 colonies. Now Heeero wasn't needed anymore. He was becoming restless again. Heero gave his 2 weeks notice and Duo made him a "special farewell dinner," the meal Heero just woke up from.
"Now I can either apply to the police academy, act 'dumb' since I can't explain how I already know more about their jobs than they do, and pass at the head of my class," Heero said as he made his way out the door. "Or become an assassin again, though there isn't much of a job market anymore and I'd more than likely end up shooting my friends, or institute my own rebel group for some action...."
Mr. Yuy made his way down to the local police academy to explore option A. The uniformed officers in the lobby took one look at his "uniform" of green tank top, black pants, and uncombed hair and tensed up (at least he gave up spandex... now it's just black pants-heck... could even be black jeans). Their "punk alert" had kicked in. Heero was unfazed, however, and just approached the front desk.
"I'd like to take the final police exam." He pretty much ordered. *Why bother with wasting money on training me when I'm already trained?* was his philosophy. Everyone laughed.
"What makes you think we should?" the desk clerk asked.
"I'm already overqualified for the job. I was overqualified when I was 12. Give me the test." He said in his monotone voice, being humble.
Some officers laughed, others were seriously offended and wanted to pound the punk. Heero would have loved it if they had pounded him; it would at least had been some action. "And what makes you think that?" the clerk said seriously.
"Classified." He said just as seriously. The clerk gave the ultimate look of skepticism. Heero shrugged, leaned forward, and whispered, "I'm a Gundam pilot."
That made the clerk even crack up, and he had managed to keep a straight face through everything else. "You hear that boys? This punk says he's a Gundam pilot! Ha-Ha-Ha! Talk about a dreamer!"
Then someone else yelled, "Tell me this, boy, why would a great famed Gundam pilot want to be a lowly cop? Why not settle down and make college graduation speeches for a living or something like that? No boy... you have to be lying! No way a pilot would want to be a cop!! Ha-Ha-Ha!!!!"
By this time other people were shouting out suggestions ("Maybe he should found a colony!" "Why bother with being an officer-skip right to captain!" "I'd love to see his references") and making rude jokes at Heero. By this time, the lovable 'not-a-Pacifist' Heero was just itching to "act on his emotions" and used his gun to blast the hats and holsters off of everyone in the room in less time than it took for them to even realize he had drawn.
All the officers face-faulted as Heero put his gun back where it had come from and walked out. Heero grabbed one of the registration forms, looked at it, and dumped it on his way out. He tipped his hand in respect to the humiliated officers as he turned around and left. "Bly-me! You recun' he could have been a Gundam pilot for real?"
"If he is... the job market must be REAL bad for a hero like that to be looking for a job like this!" The clerk answered, "Maybe we should have let him take the test... talk about bringing an honor to the department! I wish him luck, though... I think he'll need it..."
And so our hero, Heero, goes off in search of another job. The Perfect Soldier's new mission has begun: Find a good job in the sparse job-market for ex-soldiers.
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Okay, so I hope you enjoyed this. I will promise to not let this story get in the way of Rosati-Kain, but I make no promises... wait... um... okay, correction--I will attempt to not let it get in the way. Please R&R! I will work no more if I get no feedback (HA! That's a joke... since I already have half the next chapter of this and the next chapter of RK already done... I made use of long plane and bus rides!)
Axisor
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By: Axisor
Yes. I know. I'm insane to start another series, but I'm attempting to work my way up to "Institutionalize-able" so I can be institutionalized and then devote all my time to writing and send school stuff to heck--see? Even the insane have some sort of logic.
Okay, this is a story I started with a bunch of e-pals but none of them seem to have picked up and continued-so a note to them--**IF YOU STILL WANT TO WORK ON IT, YOU CAN ON _The_Site_ (you know the one I mean)**-- and to the rest of you, I couldn't just leave this story laying in the dust, especially when I had my own ideas as to where it could go.
Okay, more at the end, but I don't own anything mentioned in this story, except, off course, the story. The characters are being borrowed.
*********************************************
Heero woke up with a "gosh awful" headache. "Knew I shouldn't have eaten Duo's cooking," he grumbled. As he got up to get dressed he ruefully added, "If we gave that to Oz instead of bullets the war would have ended sooner," allowing himself an OOC moment of humor since no one was there to witness it.
It was a few years after Barton Foundation and everything. All the Gundam pilots were 20, except Trowa who was 22 and Zechs (if you count him a G-pilot) who was 24. Heero had lost contact with most of them. He had worked with Wufei for 2 years in the Preventers but nothing exciting had happened during those years. The most action he saw was creating anti-virus programs for viruses that "mysteriously appeared" in the system. This would have been fun for him except most of the time he was the creator of the virus because he was bored and made it. Eventually, people were becoming suspicious and Heero was becoming even more bored, so he resigned his commission.
Duo had insisted on having Heero live and work with him at the scrap metal business Duo owned. It was a good thing Heero went along with this plan. He got a new enemy out of the deal--Bankruptcy. After 2 years of Heero managing his books, Duo understood how to manage them himself and was opening 2 more Maxwell Scrap-Heaps on 2 other L-2 colonies. Now Heeero wasn't needed anymore. He was becoming restless again. Heero gave his 2 weeks notice and Duo made him a "special farewell dinner," the meal Heero just woke up from.
"Now I can either apply to the police academy, act 'dumb' since I can't explain how I already know more about their jobs than they do, and pass at the head of my class," Heero said as he made his way out the door. "Or become an assassin again, though there isn't much of a job market anymore and I'd more than likely end up shooting my friends, or institute my own rebel group for some action...."
Mr. Yuy made his way down to the local police academy to explore option A. The uniformed officers in the lobby took one look at his "uniform" of green tank top, black pants, and uncombed hair and tensed up (at least he gave up spandex... now it's just black pants-heck... could even be black jeans). Their "punk alert" had kicked in. Heero was unfazed, however, and just approached the front desk.
"I'd like to take the final police exam." He pretty much ordered. *Why bother with wasting money on training me when I'm already trained?* was his philosophy. Everyone laughed.
"What makes you think we should?" the desk clerk asked.
"I'm already overqualified for the job. I was overqualified when I was 12. Give me the test." He said in his monotone voice, being humble.
Some officers laughed, others were seriously offended and wanted to pound the punk. Heero would have loved it if they had pounded him; it would at least had been some action. "And what makes you think that?" the clerk said seriously.
"Classified." He said just as seriously. The clerk gave the ultimate look of skepticism. Heero shrugged, leaned forward, and whispered, "I'm a Gundam pilot."
That made the clerk even crack up, and he had managed to keep a straight face through everything else. "You hear that boys? This punk says he's a Gundam pilot! Ha-Ha-Ha! Talk about a dreamer!"
Then someone else yelled, "Tell me this, boy, why would a great famed Gundam pilot want to be a lowly cop? Why not settle down and make college graduation speeches for a living or something like that? No boy... you have to be lying! No way a pilot would want to be a cop!! Ha-Ha-Ha!!!!"
By this time other people were shouting out suggestions ("Maybe he should found a colony!" "Why bother with being an officer-skip right to captain!" "I'd love to see his references") and making rude jokes at Heero. By this time, the lovable 'not-a-Pacifist' Heero was just itching to "act on his emotions" and used his gun to blast the hats and holsters off of everyone in the room in less time than it took for them to even realize he had drawn.
All the officers face-faulted as Heero put his gun back where it had come from and walked out. Heero grabbed one of the registration forms, looked at it, and dumped it on his way out. He tipped his hand in respect to the humiliated officers as he turned around and left. "Bly-me! You recun' he could have been a Gundam pilot for real?"
"If he is... the job market must be REAL bad for a hero like that to be looking for a job like this!" The clerk answered, "Maybe we should have let him take the test... talk about bringing an honor to the department! I wish him luck, though... I think he'll need it..."
And so our hero, Heero, goes off in search of another job. The Perfect Soldier's new mission has begun: Find a good job in the sparse job-market for ex-soldiers.
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Okay, so I hope you enjoyed this. I will promise to not let this story get in the way of Rosati-Kain, but I make no promises... wait... um... okay, correction--I will attempt to not let it get in the way. Please R&R! I will work no more if I get no feedback (HA! That's a joke... since I already have half the next chapter of this and the next chapter of RK already done... I made use of long plane and bus rides!)
Axisor
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