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Someone’s mother, someone’s old violin. Someone’s this, someone’s that. But that was what he did, he found what they were looking for, and they paid what he asked. How could hey refuse his price, he found their most praised objects, people, and information. Even preventors had hired him a few times. He was good at what he did, and it was all he did.
Except when Saturday night came around. Every week, different girl, same thing. Sex, it was as simple as that, meet them at the same bar take them home to the same apartment, fuck them in the same bed. Every week it was a different girl. Kick them out the next morning with out even knowing their names. Every week it was a different girl. This week it was a tall blonde, last week a brunette, next week, whatever looks good. He wasn’t proud of what he did, nor ashamed, just content.
It wasn’t long before Preventors was asking him to apply. He always turned them down. They would put him in a uniform and tell him how to do what he did best. Une had asked him personally on several occasions. Relena wanted him to come back to her. He wouldn’t and couldn’t. He still remembers why very clearly.
It had been a routine night, lock the estate down, walk up to her room, make sure she was where she needed to be, and then go to his own room. He sometimes laughed because he still slept with a gun under the mattress, telling himself it wasn’t necessary. He was headed up the stairs to make sure she was in her room when she heard a cry come from her door, not like a whimper or tears, but different. He had pulled his gun and pushed in the door, only to see her, straddling a man in her bed, the sheets pooled around them, as she slowly moved up and down, as soon as he came in she grabbed at the blankets trying to cover herself. She screamed for him to get out. He did as he was told; he quickly and quietly walked out and down the hall to his room.
He picked up the duffle bag and slowly and carefully packed his things. He finished and zipped it shut. The door caught his eye, only to see her standing there, in a robe, leaning against the doorway looking at him. She asked what he was doing. He asked her the same. She glared and stepped toward him trying to wrap her arms around him, he shrugged her off and walked past her and out the door. Bag over his shoulder, the mansion fading behind him.
He was surprised at how easy it was to leave, he thought he might have formed some kind of attachment to her, but he felt nothing, no happiness nor sorrow, he was as he is now, content.
It had started to rain that night he remembered, but he had still walked, until he found himself renting an apartment on the far side of town. He didn’t know what else to do, so he found things for people, all kinds of things. He still brought home the girls because he knew he was human, knew his humanity had desires of it’s own, desires he would rather someone else please, sitting on the toilet seat with his hand wrapped around his dick didn’t exactly seem appealing.
He had just finished another assignment and was waiting for the next. He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until the computer beeped and awoke him. The monitor being the only light in the entire apartment, he let his eyes adjust and he rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger tiredly. A message was scrawled across the screen, asking for information on a miss Lea Barton. The name was familiar but his memory had failed him. A promise of twenty thousand credits was tagged at the bottom upon delivery. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes lying on the desk and brought it to his mouth grabbing one with his lips. He reached into his pocket and produced a silver Zippo. In a quick move he ran it across his thigh twice bringing it up to the end of the cigarette with a flame on the wick. This was the great gundam pilot 01, Heero Yuy.
A.N. your ever faithful Zero here. Standard disclaimers apply. I’m still working on Across The Winds, but I’m going to be going a little slow. I had this epiphany for this idea and I have to write it, it is kind of dark and sexually themed. If you don’t like the idea that’s fine, just don’t flame me for it. If you do like it, please, please, please review! Even if it’s just two words, please review. If you’re curious as to who MK is, it is Mariemeia Kushenada. This story takes place around6-7 in the future, Heero is roughly 24, and Mariemeia is 18. Tell me Whatcha think!
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This has perked my interest...I want more. I think it sounds like a good idea...only way to tell is to have the next chapter....please....now. 

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Yay! You finally started on this one! You kept talking and talking but you weren't showing anything for it...LoL just kidding. I have to go read the next chapter of it though. See ya! 
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