Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Rawr.If I owned him, Duo would have his very own show. But alas, I do not. Therefore I am left writing Fanfiction. Yay:D

Pairings: I don't even know yet, lulz.

Warnings: Yay for swearing.

Okay. I better apologize beforehand. This is a really short chapter. I've been having trouble writing tonight for some reason. I kept accidentally switching from past-tense to present-tense. This chapter isn't the best, but I'm already working on the next one, so hopefully there's no worry. I'm still working with some ideas on what to do; I really liked Hellfire13's and Pikeebo's ideas, so I might go with one of those; maybe even combine them both! But you never know! I might get some weird random inspiration from something else and the whole plot could just take a dramatically random twist towards something completely ridiculous.

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Disposable

Chapter One

"You're here. It's about time,"

He nods quickly, rolls up his sleeves, and tucks his braid into the back of his shirt.

"You know what's to be done then, yes?"

Another sharp nod, he slides his gun into the back of his pants, shrugs into his worn out leather jacket.

"Your missions is to be accomplished before 0100 hours tomorrow."

A quick grin, a thumbs-up, a nod.

The first thing that registers in my mind is the ringing of my alarm clock. I slam my fist into it as I groggily drag myself out of bed. I fly through my morning ritual of bathing and dressing and tidying up my unruly hair. I slide on my red Fast Mart vest and adjust my name-tag. Today's going to be a good day.

Something in the back of my mind screams 'No, no the hell it isn't' but I don't register the thought at all.

I walked into the Fast Mart with an air of confidence that day, ready to take on anything and everything.

At the counter was the woman who works the shift with me, but what struck me as odd was that she was just staring out the window. I always had the feeling she was a bit...off, but this just proved my point. I shrugged it off and went into the back to grab a bagel, but when I came back she was still just staring out of that damn window.

"What in the hell are you staring at?" I asked her as I sat down on the stool in front of the counter.

"A man," She stated simply. I slapped my forehead with my palm in frustration.

"Don't tell me yer gonna start boastin' about this bein' love at first sight or somethin', are ya?"

She shook her head and tucked back one of her hotpink strands when it came loose, "He just, like, stands there staring in here every morning. I noticed it last Monday. Thought maybe he was, like, a tourist or something. But then it strikes me, ya know? Who in their right fucking mind would take pictures or try to remember a Fast Stop when they visit? I always thought people, like, saved film and memory space for bigger things; better things. It's fucking creeping me out. I've been thinking about calling the cops or something," she unwrapped a stick of gum and shoved in quickly into her mouth, "I'll be damned if I let that fucker rob us."

Exactly as she described, there was a man in a black tuxedo standing across the street, just staring at our store. I squinted to get a better view, and was chilled to see that he wasn't staring at our store. He was staring into it. At us.

What made my blood run cold, and my heart skip a beat, was that he was staring at just one of us in particular.

He was staring at me.

A/N: There it is. Chapter one. Be warned, I just might take down and edit this in the future. I don't feel fully satisified with it, but it's helping me move along with the plot (if you can even call it a plot).

xD