Disclaimer: I don't own any of Gundam Wing or it's characters. Suing me would be like trying to get blood from a stone.
Notes: Shonen-ai (horah), moderately dark issues, and a little bit angsty. Yeah I ripped off the title, if you know where it's from I'll warn you it has very little to do with the book/film. I suck at titles. Please read and it'd be very nice if you could review too.
Two Flew Over the Gundam Nest.
By
FreeThinker
Chapter 1-Committed.
Duo's fingers typed away at the laptop he was working at. It was dark outside his small apartment; the digital clock said 3 am. This would be a typical night for Duo, working on his computer, rifling through files and records, or just searching the Internet for any clue in his search. It had been 2 years since the war had finished, and not long after that had his search begun.
His search was for the one named Heero Yuy.
The braided pilot threw the empty coffee cup on the floor in frustration. He had come across another dead end. When Heero had disappeared at that time, he had made sure it was going to difficult, if not impossible to find him again. Duo closed his eyes and shook his head; no it wasn't going to be impossible. He would find him again.
The braided man surveyed the sparse apartment room. There was a single bed, a closet and a desk, which he worked on. But the room was scattered with take away cartons, piles of files and printouts, and under the bed he knew there were bottles. If he couldn't see them he wouldn't think about them.
His day's were spent looking threw records, hacking or anything else that would help him. He rarely saw the other Gundam pilots…they were the only ones he could call friends. Most of his 'recreation' time was spent drinking. It wasn't a problem…wasn't regular or anything. Just when he was tired, drinking a bottle of vodka was an easy way to forget about the endless searching and disappointment…and about Heero.
Duo leaned back against the chair. His motives for this quest were unclear…or maybe he didn't want to admit to the truth. Duo again started typing away at the laptop. Duo smirked at the irony, all those times he had got annoyed with Heero for staying up so late working on his laptop, and now he was doing just the same. He was on a mission, and he wouldn't stop until it was complete.
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He shook as he woke from a fitful sleep. He stared at the ceiling, watching the patterns of light from the lamp outside made shining into his room through the window…someone hadn't closed the curtains again. Why hadn't they closed the curtains? Who should have closed the curtains? The young man closed his eyes trying to remember details from his fogged mind.
He tried to concentrate on what he could feel around him. He was lying in a bed…he was sweating though. The moved his fingers to caress the sheets under his hand. Beneath the thin cotton sheet, he could feel his mattress was covered with some sort of rubber…and so was the quilt over him. That was why he was sweating. But he still felt too queasy to move any more, to try and throw the nasty quilt off himself.
More memories of his circumstance came back to him, and he groaned at the futility of the situation. He tried to focus on the ceiling again. This time he counted the polystyrene ceiling tiles that were yellowing from age…72.
By this time the man felt in control of his body enough to get up. He noticed the how cold the tiles were against his bare feet, but didn't care. He made his way over to the small sink basin, and filled a plastic cup with water. As he drank the water the room's door opened. The light shining through blinded him, and he squinted so he could make out the silhouette of a person.
"John, you know you shouldn't be up at night. Go back to bed."
The young man frowned at the order. But glancing down at what he was wearing, a thin cotton smock and trousers, he was reminded of how pointless resistance would be no matter how just.
He went back to bed, pulled the quilt over himself. The door was closed, and he was left to sweat on the rubber mattress.
To Be Continued.