Unity Ark: Book 1 Weapon Malfunctions, The
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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756
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Ark: Unity
Book: The Weapon Malfunctions
Author: Zimmerie Kanoah
Warnings: Angst, depression, language, nudity, break down, rebirth, sexual themes, adult content, men with men, past references, sex, kissing, masturbation, fantasying about these things, (and just in case you don’t understand and I don’t want to get in trouble ), all these things happen between two men. Except for some of the Relena things. I supose I should warn about that. Relationship-ish between Heero and Relena.(past) I think that sums it up. That is over all warnings. If there is something extra that I feel you should be warned about in a specific chapter I will let you know. Please don’t scroll through my warnings. Thanks.
Genre: Angst!!!!
AN: This is going to be in Heero’s POV for the whole book. I’m not entirely sure how many chapters there will be some will be long others short. This book centers around Heero. This is the beginning of the Unity Ark that I promised my readers. If you are not in the mood to stay tuned to an epic angst ark then you can read the shortened more confusing Abridged version and it is named Unity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything associated to that show. Please do not steal this idea. I am simply writing this story for the enjoyment of doing it and the enjoyment of others when they read. I am by no means making any kind of money.
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I’m lying atop my queen sized bed from the side, my arms spread to either side of my body as if I am on the cross and my legs are bent at the knees booted feet on my white, black speckled, carpeted, floor. My eyes are wide open staring up at the ceiling the spackle making odd designs as if some one had clawed at it until death. I’m breathing evenly but quietly as if I am dead, and I know from my internal clock that it is four am. I will have to leave for work soon, having been in this exact position since I had come home from said place yesterday at eighteen hundred hours.
I feel that this would be an appropriate time to sigh at my misfortune of yet another sleepless night but I can’t even bring myself to do that in my mood of apathy. I close my eyes in a slow leisurely blink and it feels as if I’m running sand paper over them. Odd, when was the last time I blinked? No matter I need to get up and get ready for the day. I hear the coffee maker in the kitchen beep and turn on beginning to do it’s job. The shower in the adjacent bathroom does the same and as the water finally reaches the temperature I enjoy steam begins to billow out of the open door.
I toe off my boots, which I normally would have left at the front door on my way in, and pull off my flight jacket and standard issue Preventer uniform. I toss it all to the floor and glance over at it I mildly glare at it I really hate the mustard brown color that Une had chosen, and then the color green -if it could even be deemed as a shade of green- pants completely didn’t go. She said it had been because she couldn’t risk people associating us with the previous factions that had dominated over the earth and colonies. I had agreed at the time but later when I finally received my uniform in the flesh, I had winced internally
I turn back towards the bathroom and continue my trek towards the shower stopping a moment at the three feet by four feet mirror above the counter and sink. I blink at my reflection and dark blue eyes and messy bangs greet me. I raise a hand towards the mirror and place a hand over my face. When had I become so tired? When had my heart become so heavy? When did I even acknowledge I actually had one of those?
I turn away from the mirror and finally finish getting to the shower. I open the glass sliding door and step up into the shower tub. Tilting my head forward I allow the water to hit the back of my head pushing my shaggy chocolate hair into my face. The hot water lightly burns my cool skin and I slowly relax my shoulders finally releasing a sigh. I place my left hand against the shower wall and start to mentally prepare myself for another long day of this so called peace.
Book: The Weapon Malfunctions
Author: Zimmerie Kanoah
Warnings: Angst, depression, language, nudity, break down, rebirth, sexual themes, adult content, men with men, past references, sex, kissing, masturbation, fantasying about these things, (and just in case you don’t understand and I don’t want to get in trouble ), all these things happen between two men. Except for some of the Relena things. I supose I should warn about that. Relationship-ish between Heero and Relena.(past) I think that sums it up. That is over all warnings. If there is something extra that I feel you should be warned about in a specific chapter I will let you know. Please don’t scroll through my warnings. Thanks.
Genre: Angst!!!!
AN: This is going to be in Heero’s POV for the whole book. I’m not entirely sure how many chapters there will be some will be long others short. This book centers around Heero. This is the beginning of the Unity Ark that I promised my readers. If you are not in the mood to stay tuned to an epic angst ark then you can read the shortened more confusing Abridged version and it is named Unity.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything associated to that show. Please do not steal this idea. I am simply writing this story for the enjoyment of doing it and the enjoyment of others when they read. I am by no means making any kind of money.
I’m lying atop my queen sized bed from the side, my arms spread to either side of my body as if I am on the cross and my legs are bent at the knees booted feet on my white, black speckled, carpeted, floor. My eyes are wide open staring up at the ceiling the spackle making odd designs as if some one had clawed at it until death. I’m breathing evenly but quietly as if I am dead, and I know from my internal clock that it is four am. I will have to leave for work soon, having been in this exact position since I had come home from said place yesterday at eighteen hundred hours.
I feel that this would be an appropriate time to sigh at my misfortune of yet another sleepless night but I can’t even bring myself to do that in my mood of apathy. I close my eyes in a slow leisurely blink and it feels as if I’m running sand paper over them. Odd, when was the last time I blinked? No matter I need to get up and get ready for the day. I hear the coffee maker in the kitchen beep and turn on beginning to do it’s job. The shower in the adjacent bathroom does the same and as the water finally reaches the temperature I enjoy steam begins to billow out of the open door.
I toe off my boots, which I normally would have left at the front door on my way in, and pull off my flight jacket and standard issue Preventer uniform. I toss it all to the floor and glance over at it I mildly glare at it I really hate the mustard brown color that Une had chosen, and then the color green -if it could even be deemed as a shade of green- pants completely didn’t go. She said it had been because she couldn’t risk people associating us with the previous factions that had dominated over the earth and colonies. I had agreed at the time but later when I finally received my uniform in the flesh, I had winced internally
I turn back towards the bathroom and continue my trek towards the shower stopping a moment at the three feet by four feet mirror above the counter and sink. I blink at my reflection and dark blue eyes and messy bangs greet me. I raise a hand towards the mirror and place a hand over my face. When had I become so tired? When had my heart become so heavy? When did I even acknowledge I actually had one of those?
I turn away from the mirror and finally finish getting to the shower. I open the glass sliding door and step up into the shower tub. Tilting my head forward I allow the water to hit the back of my head pushing my shaggy chocolate hair into my face. The hot water lightly burns my cool skin and I slowly relax my shoulders finally releasing a sigh. I place my left hand against the shower wall and start to mentally prepare myself for another long day of this so called peace.