This is my first time writing it's a short start but I hope everyone likes it.

I do not own gundam wing. I do this for fun and make nothing so if sued you can have my bike. Watch out its old.

He walked the streets like he did every night. After so much time, it had become his ritual. Wake up, get dressed, walk, and eat it was an unending existence. If he could die boredom would have killed him long ago. So every night he stalked the streets looking for something. He craved a break from his unending existence and ir repetitiveness. As usual, he found nothing of interest on his trek. He cruised the alleys and found the usual drug deals, homeless, and the dregs of society. He walked downtown and saw the thirty some-things talking on their cell phones and going to their happy hours. He watched the couples talking at their tables like he did every night.
Finishing his walk where it always ends. At the club that he owns with its music blaring and the kids coming off the street dressed like death. If they only knew how ironic it was, they wanted to be death and here they were drinking their lives away in his club. He walked past the line at the front of the club the bouncers letting him in with no questions. He stopped at the front desk. He looked over at the girl who was collecting the cover charge. She was a college student who had been working for him for about a year now. She had short black hair with blue highlights. She was wearing her usual clingy black tang top with a matching short black skirt and boots that went all the way up her legs to her thighs. She wasn't very tall only about 5'3", but no one could tell because sh was sitting on a very tall bar stool.
"So Hilde how's the take so far tonight." Heero asked in his usual monotone.
"Really good for a Friday night boss and it's still early. I think the band you booked tonight was a great idea. All the usuals are already here and the line out front is still growing." she screamed back at him.
He nodded to her and continued inside. He went up to his office. It was a room at the top of the club with tinted mirrors; perfect for people watching. He could look out but no one could see in. He opened the door and went straight to his desk. He sat down and looked up into the sea green eyes of his friend and business partner.
"Still didn't find what you're looking for?" Quatre asked.
"No." Heero replied curtly. Anyone else would have taken the hint and stopped the conversation right there, but Quatre was not just anyone.
"So that successful. I don't understand why you go out there every night. How can you find what you're looking for when you don't even know what it is you want."
"That's part of the allure of the hunt."
Heero watches as Quatre circles around the desk. Quatre stands behind Heero and starts to rub his shoulders. "Don't worry you'll find what ever it is you're looking for. I hate to see you this tense."
"I am not tense Quatre. When is the band going on?"
"In about ten minutes I will go see if they have any last minute things I need to fix."