First off I dont own I don't own Gundam Wing though I wish I do. Secondly,
this is my first fic so give me some feedback ok? And lastly, there is drug
use mentioned in this fic so if that bothers you, don't read.
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The war had been over for a month and the Gundam pilots were living together in a suburban part of New York City. Wufei has lightened up a little on the fact that that most of the pilots were "going out", because he has basicly lived with them for the past couple years. Quatre and Trowa are still together, closer to each other than before. Heero was still quiet but was moving a little further away from Duo. The two had been together but Duo hadn't nothiced Heero's gradual moving away. But Duo. Duo had gotten mixed up in the drug buisness, getting stoned up every other night. The other pilots strongly disapproved of it. Heero was probly the most worried about it but would never show it. Thats just the way he was.
" Can you hook me up with an half?" Duo asked over the phone quietly. " Yeah sure. You want anything else?" The voice on the other end asked. " How bout some Vikadan?" " How many?" " Four." Duo replied. " Alright. I'll have it by 6. Meet me at the usual spot. Later." " See ya." Duo Said as he hung up the phone.
It was still early, around 8:00, and Duo had been dying to get some stuff. He decided to go eat. He put on some jeans and a T-shit. As he walked down the stairs he could smell the arome of Quatre's cooking. Everyone had been woken up to eat, exept him. Duo always had a tendancy to eat twice as much as everyone else. There was a plate alredy out for him along with some silverware. He helped himself to what was left of the potatoes and eggs. He took a set next to Heero. When Duo sat down everyone got quiet. Duo had disappeared two days ago and had just got home last night. " Where were you?" Heero asked. Duo didn't answer. "Oh wait I forgot. Your getting stoned and not comming home for a few days is always more important than going to the paintball tournament that you promised to go to with all of us huh?" Heero hollered at Duo. Duo opened his mouth to say somthing but couldn't find words to speak with. He loved Heero and could tell he was looking forward to the tournament with him. Guilt twisted inside of his chest. " I'm sorry." that was all he could say. " I'm sorry too" Heero angrily replied. Heero got up and walked into the living room. Duo couldn't stand being at the table with the other three pilots. He went up to his room. Quatre followed him. Duo slammed the door and laid on his bed to watch his t.v. Quatre opened the door and sat in the chair next to the bed. " Heero is like a fish out of the water here not in war time. He needs you to sort of be a role model and someone who can comfort him. But even Heero knows what you are doing is wrong. It's going to only hurt you and all of us in the end."
5:45 came by and Duo knew he had somewhere to be. He snuck downstairs and picked up his keys on the counter. Then he crept out of the window so no one would see him leave out the door. He got into his new Corvett and sped away down to his "merchandise". He drove it into a smooth, wide trail in the woods. There was another person standing next to a dirtbike with a bag in his hand. Duo pulled up next to him and handed the guy a wad of money. The person on the dirtbike handed Duo the brown bag with everything in it. " Jared. Hey I'm not gonna be doing buisness for a while. I relly screwed up." Duo stated. " I see. Later" Jared replied. Duo turned around and drove away.
Once he was home, he snuck back into the house via the window. Just as he did, he heard a knock at the door. He quicky hid his newly aquired drugs, shut the window, jumped onto his bed and invited the person in. " Duo? Are you in there?" Quatre called. " Yeah it's unlocked. Quatre walked into the room. " Come on. It's time to eat. We're going to McDonald's, do you want to come?" " No thanks. I think I'm just gonna chill here," Duo replied. " Alright, We'll be back in an hour or so. Bye." and with that, he left.
Duo reached beneath his bead and pulled out the bag. Inside were the pills and the weed. He got his pipe and went into the shed behind the house. He put some weed in the resonating chamber and the bowl, then lit it up. He sucked as much smoke out of the bowl as his lungs would permit. He held in the smoke and then exhaled. After he ingested a good amount THC, he went inside. He pulled out a spatula and crushed the pill. A credit card formed the powder into then lines. He rolled up a dollar bill then stuck one end up his left nostrill, held shut the right one, and snorted the lines up one by one. Stoned as he was, he was still able to clean up his mess. He went to his room, laid on his bed and passed out.
The rest of the pilots got back. They called for Duo but recieved no answer. Heero walked up to Duo's room and saw Duo asleep on his bed. Heero looked at the clock and it was only 7:25, way too early for Duo to go to sleep. " Duo wake up!" Heero yelled. He recieved no answer. Duo was out cold. When Heero looked closer, he could see white powder areound his nose and on his shirt. Heero smacked Duo in the face and Duo started to wake up. Not that that made much differenc because he was plastered. Duo started laughing uncontrolably. He called the rest of the pilots up here. When they arrived, there were looks of disbelief. Disbelief that Duo would do somthing like this right after the arguement they had about it earlier that same day. This was the last straw.
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Thats all for chapter 1 more chapters are going to be up real soon. R&R please.
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The war had been over for a month and the Gundam pilots were living together in a suburban part of New York City. Wufei has lightened up a little on the fact that that most of the pilots were "going out", because he has basicly lived with them for the past couple years. Quatre and Trowa are still together, closer to each other than before. Heero was still quiet but was moving a little further away from Duo. The two had been together but Duo hadn't nothiced Heero's gradual moving away. But Duo. Duo had gotten mixed up in the drug buisness, getting stoned up every other night. The other pilots strongly disapproved of it. Heero was probly the most worried about it but would never show it. Thats just the way he was.
" Can you hook me up with an half?" Duo asked over the phone quietly. " Yeah sure. You want anything else?" The voice on the other end asked. " How bout some Vikadan?" " How many?" " Four." Duo replied. " Alright. I'll have it by 6. Meet me at the usual spot. Later." " See ya." Duo Said as he hung up the phone.
It was still early, around 8:00, and Duo had been dying to get some stuff. He decided to go eat. He put on some jeans and a T-shit. As he walked down the stairs he could smell the arome of Quatre's cooking. Everyone had been woken up to eat, exept him. Duo always had a tendancy to eat twice as much as everyone else. There was a plate alredy out for him along with some silverware. He helped himself to what was left of the potatoes and eggs. He took a set next to Heero. When Duo sat down everyone got quiet. Duo had disappeared two days ago and had just got home last night. " Where were you?" Heero asked. Duo didn't answer. "Oh wait I forgot. Your getting stoned and not comming home for a few days is always more important than going to the paintball tournament that you promised to go to with all of us huh?" Heero hollered at Duo. Duo opened his mouth to say somthing but couldn't find words to speak with. He loved Heero and could tell he was looking forward to the tournament with him. Guilt twisted inside of his chest. " I'm sorry." that was all he could say. " I'm sorry too" Heero angrily replied. Heero got up and walked into the living room. Duo couldn't stand being at the table with the other three pilots. He went up to his room. Quatre followed him. Duo slammed the door and laid on his bed to watch his t.v. Quatre opened the door and sat in the chair next to the bed. " Heero is like a fish out of the water here not in war time. He needs you to sort of be a role model and someone who can comfort him. But even Heero knows what you are doing is wrong. It's going to only hurt you and all of us in the end."
5:45 came by and Duo knew he had somewhere to be. He snuck downstairs and picked up his keys on the counter. Then he crept out of the window so no one would see him leave out the door. He got into his new Corvett and sped away down to his "merchandise". He drove it into a smooth, wide trail in the woods. There was another person standing next to a dirtbike with a bag in his hand. Duo pulled up next to him and handed the guy a wad of money. The person on the dirtbike handed Duo the brown bag with everything in it. " Jared. Hey I'm not gonna be doing buisness for a while. I relly screwed up." Duo stated. " I see. Later" Jared replied. Duo turned around and drove away.
Once he was home, he snuck back into the house via the window. Just as he did, he heard a knock at the door. He quicky hid his newly aquired drugs, shut the window, jumped onto his bed and invited the person in. " Duo? Are you in there?" Quatre called. " Yeah it's unlocked. Quatre walked into the room. " Come on. It's time to eat. We're going to McDonald's, do you want to come?" " No thanks. I think I'm just gonna chill here," Duo replied. " Alright, We'll be back in an hour or so. Bye." and with that, he left.
Duo reached beneath his bead and pulled out the bag. Inside were the pills and the weed. He got his pipe and went into the shed behind the house. He put some weed in the resonating chamber and the bowl, then lit it up. He sucked as much smoke out of the bowl as his lungs would permit. He held in the smoke and then exhaled. After he ingested a good amount THC, he went inside. He pulled out a spatula and crushed the pill. A credit card formed the powder into then lines. He rolled up a dollar bill then stuck one end up his left nostrill, held shut the right one, and snorted the lines up one by one. Stoned as he was, he was still able to clean up his mess. He went to his room, laid on his bed and passed out.
The rest of the pilots got back. They called for Duo but recieved no answer. Heero walked up to Duo's room and saw Duo asleep on his bed. Heero looked at the clock and it was only 7:25, way too early for Duo to go to sleep. " Duo wake up!" Heero yelled. He recieved no answer. Duo was out cold. When Heero looked closer, he could see white powder areound his nose and on his shirt. Heero smacked Duo in the face and Duo started to wake up. Not that that made much differenc because he was plastered. Duo started laughing uncontrolably. He called the rest of the pilots up here. When they arrived, there were looks of disbelief. Disbelief that Duo would do somthing like this right after the arguement they had about it earlier that same day. This was the last straw.
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Thats all for chapter 1 more chapters are going to be up real soon. R&R please.
