• 1-Blue

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Shin Kidousenki New Mobile War Chronicle Gundam Wing. I do, however, retain all original characters and storyline in this fic.

Title: Blue

Chapter: I

Author: Switchblade003

Pairing(s): Well, I started this with the intention of writing another 4x3x4, but I’m not sure… Tell me what you guys think.

Rating: R, for now. Subject to change.

Archive: Ask first. This should be posted on ShenLong’s site, soon, and Dian’s site wuffie.net, eventually.

Warning(s): Language, dark content, my morbid sense of humor. The characters might seem a little OOC, but this is my interpretation of them, and this is an AU, so… Also a confusing writing style. I’m writing from first-person present tense, and it’s sort of a stream-of-consciousness flow. Trying to follow the main character’s train of thought is the fun part.

Notes: I’m trying to brew up some ideas to write a different story, one of my manifestos that details my views on religion. It should be started by next year. All of my other fics, "Three," "Logical Progression," and whatever else I had going, are on terminal hold. Chances are I won’t finish them. I apologize, but I’d rather focus my energy on stories that I’m interested in versus putting out shitty work. I know you guys’ll understand.

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My name is John Winner. I’ve been a misguided, pessimistic cop for a little over three years now. It doesn’t pay too handsomely, but I get to carry a loaded weaponcrowcrowded places. Every job has its perks.

I didn’t start out of high school with the intention of being a police officer, but life has a funny way of kicking you in the ass and making you realize your own potential, sometimes, and here I am, lounged around DC’s twenty-fourth precinct, waiting for something remotely interesting to happen.

You would think that we’d be busy here in our nation’s capital, but it’s actually not frequent to receive a call around here. See, I work for a pretty miscellaneous branch of law enforcement—paranormal investigations. It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be. No UFOs or aliens abound in DC, just lots of weird, paranoid residents with rodent infestations that go ‘squeak’ in the night.

My life is fairly mundane. I’ve never been shot, never been in a high-speed pursuit, never even had to discharge my weapon. Most of my loving colleagues don’t really even think I’m a cop. I think there might be some unspoken but understood rule that real policemen have battle wounds.

Or doughnuts.

Whatever.

The only thing around here that makes feel like a law enforcement agent is my partner. Heero Yuy sits across our small, cramped office, sprawled across a chair, counting ceiling tiles. I met him at an odd job that I worked after school. Most people in the office are afraid of him—he looks like the kind of guy who goes postal and kills all of his coworkers in a random moment of uncontrollable rage and gunfire.