Unity Ark: Book 1 Weapon Malfunctions, The

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 suppose 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.

Chapter Two


I’m lying atop my queen sized bed, 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, I wish I was dead. It’s four am, another sleepless night, 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 wonder how long I can go on like this?

I feel that this would be an appropriate time to sigh at my misfortune 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 the piled clothing, 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… wait. I turn back towards the bathroom. Hadn’t I thought the exact same thing just yesterday morning?

I narrow my eyes at the foggy reflection in the mirror a few feet away. How long have I been doing this? When was the last time I got sleep? Is it normal for people to think the exact same thing everyday? No it didn’t seem as though it would be a normal occurrence for anybody. What the Hell is wrong with me? Am I so out of synch?

I walk over to the shower and open it up shutting off the water. I don’t need one I didn’t do anything yesterday. Then why do I have it programmed? I didn’t take this many showers during the war. I was lucky to ever get a wipe down with a wet cloth and clean set of the same clothes. So why would I want to take one daily? What would be gained by doing so? Why was I asking so many questions?

I turn away from the shower and enter the room and walk straight to the dresser, opening up every drawer. Everything is in complete order. Socks are all folded tightly together each color in it’s own section. Shirts are all the same, pants, dress shirts, uniforms… everything. I knew I had always been organized but why did I have so much? I didn’t need all this.

Why couldn’t I remember why I had bought so much? Why couldn’t I recall why I had been so anal about organizing everything just so? It was all just to perfect even for me. Everything in its place just so, my bed perfectly aligned with the windows to either side. My whole room was like that, perfect, matching, in its place. I realized that my whole apartment was like that, but I didn’t remember fixing it that way.

I quickly grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, socks and the pieces I needed for work and got dressed. Looking around the room again I decided that I wanted to rearrange a bit before I left for work, it was all to eerie to keep it like this. I unraveled some socks and put all the colors together again, moved my bed slightly to the left so it was under the window and not perfectly between the two. I opened my closet door and as I had suspected I had all the same color hangers hanging together, and I even color coordinated which kinds of clothing hung on which color hanger. I mixed them up took a few steps backwards and was satisfied with what little I had done. I felt better this way.

Walking out of my apartment after I had done the same thing to other places I set of for work. Today should go better. No, it would go better.