Untitled(for now)

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Author: Zimmerie Kanoah
Rating: Pg 13, but over all is R/NC17
Pairings: Read and find out.
Warnings: It’s unbeta-ed currently. Some strong language. Severed body part. Supernaturalism.
Genre: I’m not sure as of yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything associated to that show. If any of the other characters or places seem familiar that is purely coincidental and not intended. Any other known places that are mentioned such as stores or coffee shops I do not own either. And just for good measure I do not own any book title or copyright that is mentioned in this story. As for the special book that the main character reads I own that idea and title. Please so not steal. 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.

Chapter Three
Subtitle: Darkness Unwinds

Wufei stared at the book on his coffee table, while he sipped his tea leaning back into his deep couch, legs drawn up to his body. That’s really all he could do now that he’d brought it up to his apartment seeing as he had an odd sense of foreboding about it. Strange how he hadn’t felt that when he’d found it’s hiding place, or even when he’d flipped through it, not even when he’d read a little from it’s browning pages. Only when he had brought the tome over the thresh hold of his place, his home, had it suddenly felt as though the book was only going to bring him trouble.

“Ridiculous.” He muttered but still made no attempt to bring the book closer, just simply eyed it over the rim of his tea cup warily.

What was he to do? He felt the need to read it, to find out it’s history, but on the other hand something told him that he should just put it back where he’d found it. But its just a book right? He questioned himself. An old tattering thing that held a story to be swept away in.

“Hmm…” he hummed getting up from the couch and heading towards the kitchen.

He would read it tomorrow, he decided, it was obvious that he had let his imagination get the best of him with all the excitement of finding the thing. Going to sleep and resting on it he would be able to pick up the book and read it the following morning. He didn’t have the shop open tomorrow so he could read all day and be mystified by the world that was held with in the book. Plus he would be able to try and restore it and find out the name and who had written it.

Clicking off the kitchen light then wandering over to the end tables, beside the crème colored couch with dark blue pillows, he switched off the table lights. Giving the book one last considering look, of what could only be described as trepidation, he turned away and walked towards his bedroom to go to sleep. Tomorrow he told himself, tomorrow his adventure started, with that his bedroom door clicked closed and left the book alone in the other room.

***

He slid the faded blue jeans up his bronze legs, deciding commando was much simpler then looking for clean under garments, zipping and buttoning them up. Rummaging through the pile of clothes on the dresser, his scared back towards the room, he picked out a white wife beater and threw it on pulling it down towards the top of his jeans his toned arms and upper body flexing with the movement. Looking up into the mirror in front of him he gave a roughish smile and ruffled the black strands, that was his hair, the short locks falling into his eyes the back cut short and tight. Dark brown raven pools stared back at him and his smile faltered momentarily as he caught the picture of his fiancé and him that was tucked into the corner of the darkly framed mirror.

Touching the picture almost reverently so, tracing the outline of her face, he took in a deep breath.

“I will find away to give you back your life, I swear it.” He told the picture. “One way or another.”

With that he turned away, grabbing the pair of white socks he’d found earlier and walked out of the bedroom. Walking into the living room he sat down on a chair and pulled on his socks then slipped on his brown work boots lacing them up gracefully and tying them tight. All these small things that took no thought, giving him the ability to not think about anything, just to be, just existing there in his life. Standing he grabbed his coat off the back of I dinning room table, slid the keys out of the small ceramic bowl and into his pocket, opened the door while tugging on his coat, and closing it behind him locking it as an after thought.

Walking over to the corner across the street he waited for the bus, pulling out the pack of Marberel Lights from the left pocket, he smacked them on his palm three times before pulling one out, and lighting it with the small switch lighter he kept in the opposite pocket. Putting it up to his lips he took a small drag, slowly blowing it out into the chilled air.

“What do you want?” He asked before the personage could speak.

“For you to come and work for us.” A woman’s voice replied.

“I told you no.”

“You know there is only so long before it takes you over and then your body will start to die if you stay in sunlight. We can help with that, we have something that can keep you from changing. All I’m asking is you help keep the peace. I don’t even care how you do it, kill them for all I care, though I will say we’d prefer you kept them alive.”

“So I give up my life so that I can get something that cures me?”

“If you work for us, keep them in check, we give you a life worth living so you can get your justice.”

“Yeah sure, I’m totally willing to go do that , even though the drug might not work.” He scoffed taking another drag.

“You know,” she paused staring at the city bus that came steadily closer. “You never struck me as someone who was a conservative. You just seem to be someone willing to do what it took, to take a chance, no matter the out come for your beliefs.” She finished emphasizing by patting his back making him recall the attack.

The bus pulled up to the corner, and he flicked his cigarette off to the side.

“I’ll think about it.” Was his answer as he stepped up to the bus.

“Good.” She replied back, a smile spreading across her face.

As the bus pulled away leaving the dark haired woman standing there, she pulled out her cell phone, flipped it open and pressed a speed dial putting it up to her ear.

“I’m pretty sure he’ll be contacting us.” She paused as someone talked on the other line. “Yeah cute, go fuck yourself you imp.” With that she hung up, turned away, and walked down the street her hands in her dark blue coat.

***

The following morning found Wufei staring at the book, now sitting unthreatening on his kitchen table, while he cut into his French toast with his fork. Taking a bite he pushed it to the right side of his mouth and chewed as he considered the book. He’d been able to get the grime off the book and get it to the point he could make out the faded gold letters on the cover and binding of the old tome.

Dark Tainted Carnival, by Xaing Sen Wu, a tail of dark wounded love and the fall of the soul. What an odd thing to name a story about a romance, why would the Author name it that? Though the short description of the tale was more than intriguing. Wufei figured the main character fell for someone that wasn’t really a great person. Someone dangerous that takes him someplace dark where the main character found himself compromising his beliefs for a love that wasn’t real. Then again, the book itself was so off base to begin with that he found it hard to believe it was going to follow the regular story line that every other dark romance did.

No, it was going to twist in ways that were going to leave even him open and venerable, which was what he wanted. Having something so irregular was going to be great, it would help with the routine that was his life. He loved his life but even he needed some excitement from time to time. Unlike other people his age, he found his fun in his world of books. It wasn’t dangerous, and he could get just as much out of a book that he would if he was out and doing something crazy. Granted once he put the book down he found himself alone in his bed to deal with his own bodily problems, but it was worth it not to have to worry about STDs, break ups, and getting back on the saddle only to do it again.

Getting up from the table, walking over to the sink, he rinsed off his plate then plopped it into the dish washer. He was starting to get excited about reading the book, and he was about to begin. Picking up the book he walked over to his overly large and deep couch cuddling into the corner , picked up his black horn rimmed glasses -signature trade mark of the geek- and placed them upon his face. Opening the book, reverent but giddy, he turned to the cover page.

There he found a mostly black and white sketched picture of a woman spread eagle, chest thrust forward, head thrown back mouth open and chained to a wooden chair. Her throat was slit, clothes tattered, and her chained arms disappeared behind her back where they were being held in place by what looked to be a shadowy figure. The only thing that was discernable was the hand that held the bloody blade, and the cold smirking dark blue eyes, those eyes the only color on the page. Under the ruff sketch was the passage: Beware the tamer.

How odd to have a picture like that on the cover page. When he’d flipped through it the night before had it been there? Even though the woman was in pain there was something distinctly erotic about the scene which sent a shiver up his spine and made his mouth go dry. He’d never been effected like this before, and he wondered what it was about the picture that did it to him. His eyes found themselves riveted on the dark blue eyes and his heart began to race. Those eyes, so dangerous, but… familiar?… how strange.

Wufei’s fingers reached for the dark eyes of the secret figure behind the woman, his eyesight beginning to blur as he got closer to it. He was so close to figuring it out he knew, it was right there on the tip of his tongue, so close…

The phone rang and made him jump, getting up from the couch and putting the book down he walked over to it and answered.

“Chang.”

“Yo Fei, you should come let me in.”

“You have keys Maxwell.”

“Yeah about that. Um… you know that hottie I said I had a date with? Well she kinda took off with my wallet and car keys. So my shop key was on the key ring…”

“What?” Wufei growled into the phone. “You mean to tell me that my shop might be in danger?”

“Well I don’t think the hottie knows it’s on there and why would she want to steel books?”

“Dammit! I swear you can’t just pick one normal person to date can you?” With that he hung up and walked out to let Duo into the building book forgotten.

***

He walked into the night club arrogance in his ever step, the loud music couldn’t really be heard over the pounding base line thrumming through out the complex. Bodies meshed together in a tangled mess of sweat and god only knew what other fluids knowing these mongrels. His hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail at the base of his skull and his black leather jacket swished with movement of his body as he made his way through the parting crowd.

They all stepped out of the way staring in fear as he went on his way. No one dared mess with him anymore, he was the enforcer, and he played dirty to get them to do as they were told. Yet there was always one out of everyone that had to make waves. Pulling his head to the right he popped his neck and stopped in front of the table he had meant to come to.

“I told you not to fuck with me.” He said to the man before him as he placed the head of the man he’d killed on the table top to emphasize his point.

The cold man that sat back in the seat took in a deep breath and glared at what had been placed before him so disrespectfully. His dark chocolate hair falling messily in his Persian blue eyes, his deep blue shirt shifting on his tensing body. This man really pissed him off.

“You know this arrogance is going to get you killed.” He replied finally looking up into the dark raven eyes that looked down at him smugly.

“Then kill me. Stop sending these peons, they waste my time, and I will keep getting rid of them faster than you can spawn them.”

“You will not disrespect me…”

“I’ll do what I please until you can actually do more than ideally threaten.” He turned from the other Asian and walked away, the crowd once again parting as he came close, leaving the other one glaring dangerously at his back.

“He will pay for this…” The blue eyed man growled his hands fisting and the two long haired blondes, that had sat to either side of him, quickly slid away and disappeared into the crowd around.

***

Wufei grabbed the book off his bedside table and leaned back into his plush pillows opening it up to chapter five. It had been four days since he had found the damn thing and he had had barely a moment to read it so far. First Maxwell had fucked up and lost the shop keys to some psychotic woman, so he had to have them replaced. After that he the store had been unusually busy, so unlike most days where he could read the odd book in-between customers, he had one right after another to check out. It was just a stressful week in general, and he only had small increments of time to read the book at night. Even though the book was highly exciting he was very strict with himself and always made sure to turn in at the same time.

Sighing he looked down at the page and began to read getting lost with in the words. His world just seemed to evaporate away and it was if he was the main character. As if he was the dark soul that was the enforcer, as if he was the one that had to tangle with the super natural and keep them in check with brute force. So far all he knew about…himself… was that he’d been engaged to a woman who’d been attacked by one of these beasts. He’d fought for her and had been injured in the process. After that he’d been recruited to keep the so called peace, while he used the resources to hunt down that one who’d gotten to his fiancé.

He frequently tangled with a man named Odin Lowe, a very dark and dangerous creature of the night, and also found himself undeniably drawn to him in a way he knew he shouldn’t be. Yes Wufei was loving his new get away, he was loving this dark world. Half the time it was if he could actually taste the acidic night air of the city. He found himself more and more pleased that he’d found this book in his basement.

***

He was running towards the edge of the building faster than a normal humane could run, but he wasn’t really humane anymore. He was not even one of them , he simply had the interesting gifts the beasts had. The cool night air burned his skin as it blew past him with the velocity that he ran at and as he came to the edge of the brick building he jumped off and down into the alley below. His leather jacket billowed around him and his mid back black hair, that he always had pulled back into a pony tail, whipped in the wind as well.

His stomach seemed to lurch into his throat as he fell down and if it weren’t for the fact that he did this all the time his life probably would have flashed before him. As it was, the world always slowed down and he could hear the rush of his blood in his ears, and the sound of his heart beat as the seconds ticked by until his feet touched ground. Then everything came to a lurching stop his stomach slamming down into his pelvis before righting itself inside.

Un-crouching quickly he took off running in the direction he’d seen the thing run as he’d come down from the top. The fucker was going to get it tonight, no more running, he died tonight. With the thought of shedding the creatures blood firmly in his mind he turned the corner close on its heals. Yes he could smell him now, practically taste him on his tongue.

His breathing became more ragged, his mind starting to single out until one thought was there, blood, and then his canines began to lengthen. The bastard was his, that bastard’s blood was his, tonight it was all his. Nothing was going to stop him.

Out of nowhere a wire noose came sliding over his head and snagged around his neck lurching him back onto the ground with a crack as the back of his head hit pavement. He saw bursts of light behind his closed eyelids, and nausea rushed over him until he realized he couldn’t breath. His hands immediately rose to his throat and clawed at the obstruction.

The intruder came out of the shadows, platinum blond hair and ice blue eyes assaulted his line of sight and his eyes narrowed. How dare the Lightening Count stop him in his chase. He would pay for this before the night was threw.

“How cute, you actually think I fear you. Funny seeing as I have your life in my hands.” He purred tightening the noose a moment.

Taking a deep calming breath he concentrated a moment before grabbing a hold of the wire further up and tugging on it. With in moments he was no longer lying on the ground but standing, the Lightening Count nowhere to be seen, but two shifters stared at him from the shadows. Once again it seemed the one he wanted would live another day simply because all the top leaders of the factions had this thing with asserting their authority at such inopportune times.

The first shifter lunged forward and he swung his left arm around to block the bite from vital organs, the teeth sinking in with sharp precision.

***

With a jerk Wufei sat up in bed and to the right effectively falling off his it with a loud thump. His heart was pounding and he was tangled in his bed linens. He quickly checked his left arm and then the back of his head. Nothing on both accounts, but damn had that seemed so real to him. He didn’t remember falling asleep, he didn’t even remember when he’d stopped reading the book.

Glancing around he found the book only a short distance from where he lay tangled on the floor. That explained one mystery, he’d fallen asleep while reading the damn thing. Which was rather unusual in itself. Untangling himself from the sheets he looked over at his clock and realized he needed to get dressed and hurry down to the shop. He only had a half hour before he opened, yet another misfortune to falling asleep while reading, he hadn’t turned on his alarm.

Sighing he realized his difficult week would be continuing still, and he didn’t even have time to feel sorry for himself.