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Drug Trip	By : Zethsaire Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's notes: Currently the couples in this fic are 5x6 and 2xOC. (Yes, yes...boooooo and all that.) There will be more in the future but I really don't feel like ruining everything by writing out a huge list of couples. You'll just have to wait! But I can guarantee that if you don't like 1x2, this fic ain't for you!

I would also like to add that I don't condone illegal drug abuse. It fucks up a lot of things for a lot of people...that's kind of the point of this story. Obviously if you DO choose to do drugs, that's your decision and I'm not condemning you by any means, but I'm also not actively promoting drug use with this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the any of the characters, universe, etc. etc. I don't plan on making money of this fic in any way. It is for pure enjoyment and writing practice only! That being said, the writing is still mine, and as a creative concept, it still belongs to me, so please ask before re-posting. Thanks!

Chapter Seven

Saturday, March 22nd, AC 204, Noon

Heero woke to a bleak despair. It enveloped him like a shroud, descending before he could even form coherent thought. This was why he didn't take ecstasy. He was unstable at the best of times, but after he'd taken E, he felt bleak and hopeless for days.

It was only noon; between the Valium and the pot, he should have slept most of the day. Something must have woken him. He looked around for anything that could have woken him. Then he heard a soft knock at the door. Duo rarely had visitors. Who the hell could that be?

He glanced towards Duo's room – the door was still shut and even if Duo still had the same hair-trigger reflexes that Heero still had, he doubted Duo would have heard the knock. Sighing as morosely as he could manage, he stumbled out of bed to the door. He really hoped it wasn't Wufei, or that Quatre had somehow found out about the whole thing. He didn't have the strength to pretend he was even marginally happy.

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the person at the door wasn't anyone he would have normally felt happy seeing. Demetri deserved his utter loathing, not just because Heero thought he was a dick, but because even after demonstrating how much of an ass he could be, the guy still made Duo happy. What he really wanted to do was punch Demetri in the face. But today, he was too depressed to bother.

Demetri just stood there, staring at him in shock. Heero wondered if his face looked as bad as he felt. The boyfriend was holding a bouquet of red roses – Duo liked flowers, apparently. Heero didn't say anything of course. It hadn't been his idea to open the door.

"Uh...is Duo here?" Demetri finally managed.

"He's sleeping, but I don't think the door is locked."

"Oh. Uh...I guess, I guess I owe you an apology. For the other day. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that."

The asshole even managed to look sincere. Heero just stared at him. What was he supposed to say, 'Oh, that's fine, I just hate you because you're fucking my ex?' Not that he and Duo had ever been officially dating, but it still rankled.

"Whatever." He said finally. He didn't want to deal with this shit right now.

Heero moved aside and pointed towards the bedroom, which was stupid, because Demetri obviously knew where it was. Demetri did seem startled to see Heero's blankets on the futon. That annoyed Heero. Duo wasn't the kind of guy who'd cheat on his boyfriend, no matter who it was. Kissing didn't count, of course. Still, it gave Heero hope. If Demetri didn't trust Duo, maybe that meant they weren't really that close. But they were still fucking.

Demetri went into Duo's bedroom and closed the door. Heero didn't wait around; he had no desire whatsoever to hear what was going on in there. Duo was loud in bed.

He grabbed some clothes from his bag and pulled them on, not bothering with makeup or accessories. He just didn't care. A quick search on Duo's laptop gave him directions. He jotted down a quick note, refusing to believe that he was already hearing moans from the bedroom. He stuffed his cellphone in his pocket – not that Duo would be coming out anytime soon, and left as fast as he could.

Once he got outside, he reached for his cigarettes and swore. He'd left his pot cigarettes inside; he only had normal ones with him. Snarling under his breath, he took one out and lit it.

It would be quicker to take a cab to his destination, but he wasn't interested in speed. He'd rather walk. With his hands in his pockets, head down, and a rather miserable expression on his face, he probably looked like an emo teenager, but again, he didn't really care.

Over an hour and a half-pack of cigarettes later, Heero arrived at his destination; a small house in the suburbs. He stared at the door for several minutes before sighing and putting out his cigarette. He walked slowly to the door, and knocked softly.

He thought he'd gotten the wrong address at first, because the door was answered by a small Chinese boy; perhaps five years old. "Nín hǎo."

He stared for a moment, but his mouth responded automatically, "Nǐ hǎo." He continued in perfect Mandarin, "Is Sally home?"

"Mā mā!" The boy called into the house for his mother.

Sally appeared at the door. She had aged gracefully; still beautiful and blonde. Today she had her hair piled up and held in place with jade chopsticks. Unlike everyone else, she didn't seem surprised to see Heero. Turning to the boy, she spoke to him in English. "Thank you Li. Why don't you go see Mai while mommy does some work?"

"Okay." He agreed, tottering away into the house.

"Sorry Yamato. Li is bilingual, but he prefers Mandarin."

"It's alright Sally. You don't have to call me that. Unless you think someone is going to run screaming to the press."

Sally gave him a measuring look. "Well then Heero. I'm assuming this isn't a social visit? I have a small office here; why don't you come in? It will just be the two of us in the office."

"Alright."

She led him into the house, and he wiped his feet carefully on the mat. He started to toe his shoes off as well; then saw that Sally left hers on, and followed her into the house. It was very tastefully decorated; tending towards warm neutral colors like french gray walls and deep brown furniture in the living room. They passed the kitchen on the way to the office, where Li was sitting at the table, showing a drawing to another beautiful Chinese woman with black hair tied on either side of her face.

"I'll be seeing Heero in my office for a little while Mai."

Mai looked at her and a touch of a smile showed on her face. "Will Heero be staying for dinner?"

Heero looked at Sally, who smiled encouragingly at him. "That would be nice." He said, even though he really didn't feel up to eating. He knew a bit about Chinese customs from Wufei, and though he didn't know how traditional Sally and her family were, he didn't want to be rude. Especially since she was doing him a favor.

"I will set you a place then." She said, turning back to Li's drawing.

Sally motioned them to continue on, leading him to the corner of the house where she had a decent sized office. It had a desk, examining table, and a rather large and expensive looking computer. It was probably supposed to feel cozy, but Heero felt claustrophobic . He hated doctors.

Heero hoped she could run some tests for him. He'd had a hell of a lot of clients last night, and Heero couldn't remember if they'd used protection or not, which only served to make him more depressed and angry. He was usually very careful about that sort of thing, but depending on how high he had been at the time, anything was possible.

"So how are you Heero?" Sally asked, once he'd taken a seat on the edge of the examination table.

"Fine." He said, but his tone made the lie obvious.

"I see." She didn't push, which was one of the reasons Heero liked her. She took a pen and a writing pad off her desk and waited.

"I'm staying with Duo now." He offered.

Sally looked surprised. "And it's working out?"

"For the most part." He knew he didn't have to explain. Sally gave an understanding nod.

"I thought...you were married to Wufei." Heero was certain she had been, however many cobwebs shrouded his memory.

Sally laughed. "I suppose it's fine to tell you now. Wufei and I were only together so I could have children to carry on his name."

Heero didn't know what to say to that. Seeing the look on his face, Sally explained, "It's true. Wufei needed heirs; his family wouldn't leave him alone about it. And I wanted children, and we got along well enough. But Wufei's heart has always belonged to his first wife, not to me."

"Then why..."

"Why do I live with Mai now? Because I like women of course! You didn't think you were the only one to prefer your own gender, did you? Wufei might not mind either way, but men really don't do it for me. He's still a good father – he comes over all the time. Li loves him; I think that's why he insists on speaking Mandarin."

"I...see."

Sally laughed again. "A bit too much all at once? I did mention it one other time, at a clinic session. I doubt you remember that though."

"No." He barely remembered going to see Sally at the clinics; he'd been so far gone then, he was surprised he had even walked into a clinic.

Sally's gaze turned serious. "How are you doing Heero, really? Do you need more medicine?"

"No. I still have half a bottle."

"Good, you've cut down then. You were coming in every two weeks for awhile. I almost told Duo; I was starting to think even you wouldn't survive what you were doing to yourself."

"I must have been really sick. I don't remember that at all. I barely remember you writing me a prescription."

"So you don't remember me order a full body scan the last time you saw me then?" Sally asked, anxious now.

"No. But I don't remember seeing you, either. There are so many holes in my memory."

"That's the drugs. Even a body like yours can't heal all your brain cells from the massive amount of abuse you've been putting on it. Memory is the first thing to go."

"I know. That was part of the reason I started using in the first place." Heero admitted.

Sally was kind enough not to try to delve into that minefield. "Your results came back. Did you know you have extensive nerve damage?"

"Yes. I did self destruct – I broke a lot of bones, had internal injuries, burns, massive nerve damage and severe head trauma. Anyways, it's not like I could have gone to a hospital. Trowa didn't even think I was going to wake up."

"Have you noticed anything different since the explosion?"

Heero laughed darkly. "Several things. I haven't been able to determine different tastes and a lot less smells since then. That almost got me killed actually." That statement made Sally look even more worried so he decided not to continue with the story. "Anyways...I have almost no feeling in my fingers and toes – Trowa had to spend three weeks teaching me how to eat and walk again. It took longer then that to get my fighting ability back to where it should have been."

"Why didn't you see anyone about that?" Sally demanded. "Nerve damage can be serious!"

"Who was I going to see, Sally? I didn't know where you were most of the time and I sure as hell wasn't going to go to a hospital. Trowa was the best medic we had. If he hadn't been the one to pick me up, I probably would have died. Look, I did what I had to do to win. We all did. Why does this bother you?"

"Because of this." She brought up an image on the vid screen. It was a spine – probably his, since she was going on about it. Heero wasn't a doctor, but it didn't look like a very healthy spine.

"Your spine is partially severed right here." Sally pointed to a vertebrae in his lower back. "If you had been seen right when it had happened, we could have put you in a regen unit. Now, your body has excellent healing ability, so you've actually repaired some of the damage – your nervous system has actually taken over the less important parts of your nerves, like the feeling in your hands and feet, to control more vital functions like keeping you breathing."

"So what's the problem?"

Sally looked frustrated. "You have partially severed spine Heero. That's serious! Too much strain on it, and it could break completely. At best, you'd be paralyzed from the waist down. It could even kill you!"

"No offense Sally, but if it survived everything I put myself through in the war, I'm sure it will be fine now."

"During the war you were getting exercise and eating properly." Sally retorted. "Even eating rations is better then whatever you whatever you haven't been eating since then."

"I suppose you have a point. What do you want me to do about it?" If it was up to him, he'd just leave it and worry about it if his spine broke. But he'd put Sally through so much stress as it was.

"I know you won't let me do surgery." She said dryly. "But I do want you to start going to my clinic once a week and use our regent unit."

"Sally-"

"Please, Heero. It could save your life."

"Ugh...fine."

"Good. I'll schedule you in and call you with the details. You still have a phone, right?"

"Yes." Good god, he'd really been trying to let someone find him, hadn't he. "Sally...can you do a test for the usual?" Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to actually say it.

"Of course Heero. I can get preliminary results right now. But you know it can take up to a month to show up in your blood work, maybe longer with how your system naturally masks any anomalies."

Heero looked down at his shoes. Even if the tests came back negative he'd probably have Sally check again. With his immune system, there was a higher chance of a false negative, as he found out a few years back. He knew, but he didn't want to wait. He needed to know; now.

Sally gave him a small, sad smile. "Now that you're living somewhere stable, I'm going to recommend you get on a high calorie diet, and start taking vitamins. I have some powder already made up that you can mix with water; your system is so sensitive, I prepared it when you started coming to see me on a monthly basis. You can take it home with you. The rest I'll have to prepare this week in the lab."

"Alright." He hated looking like a skinny heroin addict anyways. Even if he technically was a heroin addict, he wanted to get better, and looking healthy would help. He felt like it would be easier to quit if everyone stopped assuming he was an addict just by looking at him.

"I'd like to run some more extensive tests, especially since you don't remember what happened to you. There are lots of other things that can also cause nerve damage; syphilis for one."

"But you've tested me tons of times-"

"And I've put you on treatment twice. There's not a lot of medicine I can put you on. I thought it was a separate infection each time, but if your body is refusing the antibiotics..."

Oh god.

Sally put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I promise I'll find out Heero. Please try not to worry about it. I have the best staff in this hemisphere. If something is wrong, I will make it right. I promise."

Don't worry about it. Right. Even without the after-effects of the ecstasy, his mood would have been totally killed. As it was, he was seriously considering just throwing himself off a bridge on the way home. Then he wouldn't have to worry about telling Duo, or dealing with the fact that he might have a fatal disease and his body was resisting the only known treatment for it. Or that his spine was partially severed, and it could potentially snap at any time.

He sat there in silence while Sally pricked his finger with a small testing device, and tried not to think about suicide. If he showed any actual inclination to actually killing himself, Sally would tell Duo, and that would just make everything worse. Then he'd have to tell Duo why he was down, and they'd probably get into another fight about Duo's dumb-ass boyfriend. And if he tried to kill himself, he'd probably mess up, and then he'd really be in for it. It just wasn't worth it.

Sally hooked the testing device directly into her computer and began running some tests on it. He watched dispassionately as she sent some of the information to her lab for more detailed testing. He had no idea what the numbers running across the screen meant, but she seemed to get some kind of result from them.

"Well, your preliminary scans are coming up clean." She informed him. "I'll test you in a few weeks. Until then, try to stay positive, alright?"

He looked at her gloomily.

"Come on Heero, lets get you out of here." Sally said, straightening up from her computer. "Mai's food is delicious; I'm sure it'll help keep your mind off this."

"Duo's the one who likes food, not me." Heero said morosely. "Maybe it's the nerve damage, I don't know, but since I self-destructed everything just tastes like dirt."

"There's a good chance the regen unit will be able to restore some of your sense of taste to you." She brightened up. "The good news is, if you've been having problems that long, there's a high chance that the damage isn't from the syphilis."

"That's...good." He had to keep a positive attitude, for her sake at least. He owed her that much.

Heero followed Sally out of the lab and into the dining room. Mai had set the table for six, and she and Sally's two children were already sitting at their places. Mai was at one end of the table, the toddler to her left and Li seated beside her. The little girl was about three, and she gawked at him. He put on his best fake smile and waved at her, and her cheeks turned up in an adorable smile as she waved her pudgy hand back at him. Sally took the seat to Mai's right, and motioned Heero to sit next to her. He wondered who was going to sit in the last seat, and if he would have to pretend to be excited to talk with them during dinner.

He heard the sound of the front door opening, and then caught a glimpse of Wufei hanging up his coat in the closet. Well, he shouldn't be surprised, Sally mentioned he came over a lot. At least Wufei wouldn't much care if he pretended to be happy. Though, there was a chance he'd want to have that heart to heart that Heero had missed out on last time when he'd gotten completely smashed and Wufei had saved him from a cracked skull on the pavement. Because that would be fulfilling.

Dinner wasn't as bad as it could have been. Apparently Wufei had been busy at work recently, so this was his first visit in quite a while. He, Li, and Mai talked in Mandarin for quite a lot of the meal, especially when Heero eased Mai's fears of rudeness by making a small compliment in Mandarin himself. Sally was quiet for most of the meal, but Heero saw her smiling at Wufei and Li interacting. He also noticed a few heated glances that Sally gave Mai during dinner, which he tried to ignore both for Mai's sake and his own sanity. Just because he was coming to terms with his own sexuality didn't mean he wanted to think about Sally doing it, especially not with the quiet, reserved Chinese woman she lived with.

He ate everything he was served, and tried to pretend he enjoyed it, ignoring Sally's looks when he complimented Mai's cooking. So what if she knew he was lying? As long as she didn't say anything about it to Mai, it'd be fine. Just because he was having a shitty day didn't mean he had to hurt the poor woman's feelings.

After dinner, he thanked Sally, and was going to walk home, when Wufei pulled him aside. "I still need to talk to you, Yuy. Stick around a moment, I'll give you a ride home."

Heero muttered something not very friendly, but went out on the steps to smoke until Wufei was ready to leave. It wasn't like he could just run off; Wufei knew where he lived. He didn't have to wait that long, which was good, because he was almost out of cigarettes again.

Wufei opened the door, still talking in Mandarin to his son. He scowled when he saw Heero smoking, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he handed Heero three large vitamin bottles.

"Sally says you need to start taking these. Apparently she forgot to give them to you before dinner, so she gave them to me. She expects you to drink a high calorie shake at least twice a day, and she also told me to tell you that she would be sending you more of the powder as soon as it's ready." Wufei finished his recitation with a frown. He didn't look pleased about being delegated as a messenger boy.

Heero looked at them and sighed before taking one last, long drag on his cigarette and putting it out. He very much doubted Wufei would let him smoke in the car. Getting up, he followed Wufei over to his vehicle and slid in.

"I'm surprised you smoke those things." Wufei said with a touch of disdain in his voice as he pulled out onto the road.

Heero made a rude sound. "It's better then some of the stuff I used to smoke."

Wufei grunted, but didn't pursue that line of criticism again. Instead he said, "Duo asked me for a job for you. Sally mentioned that it might be nice if I could find you work. Do you have something against asking me yourself?"

"I don't see you much." Heero replied blandly. "Besides, I've never asked either of them to help me find a job. I might not like what I do, but there are worse things."

To his surprise, Wufei smiled a little at his bluntness. "I do have something you could do, actually. I didn't mention it to Duo because he didn't tell me who he was really asking about."

"I'm not re-joining Preventers Wufei."

"As if I'd let you." Wufei looked hard at him. "I am not entirely sure I trust you Yuy. The man I knew wouldn't have let street drugs rule his life. And he wouldn't have run away from his responsibilities, either."

"I guess you don't know me very well then." Heero snapped. He was not in the mood to be talking about this right now. "But you're right not to trust me, I guess. I don't trust myself."

"Regardless, what I had in mind does not require you to join Preventers. You would be an independent contract employee, like Duo is."

"And what exactly would I be contracting?"

"Programming. We need someone to check out security every month or so. We have protective measures in place, but our security guy and programmer are not as good as what we had before."

"Since I left, you mean."

"Duo kept up on it for awhile, but he does have a life you know."

"Like his boyfriend."

Wufei was getting annoyed. "Do you want the job or not Yuy?"

Heero sighed, and didn't answer. He did want to be doing something else, at least part of the time. But getting back into the Preventers, even as a contract employee made him nervous. It felt like he was trying to do everything from six years ago again, like he was trying to do them over. While it would be great to have that chance, to do everything right this time, he was so afraid he would fail. If he did; where would he go?

"I should probably also mention that the Velvet Hammer is hiring strippers. It's not dignified, but it's legal, at least."

Heero struggled with himself for a moment before admitting, "I would actually be good at that, believe it or not. But I can't. Neither Yamato Saito, my street name, or I have legal identification. I can't get a legal job."

"Didn't we get you ID when you joined Preventers?" Wufei asked.

"I have a Preventer's identification number. But I don't have a citizen ID number, or a birth certificate. Both of which are required to get a legal job with someone who is not a friend of mine."

"I'm sure between Une, Quatre and I, we could get a citizen ID number for you, even without a birth certificate. And you could get a war orphan's certificate of unknown birth. There's tons of people who never got legal papers at birth because of the war. Duo has one, in fact."

That would require telling Une he was back, which was not something he wanted to even consider doing right now. On the other hand, it would be nice to be able to pursue legal work, even it still involved taking his clothes off. Working for the Preventers as a very part time consultant was not going to support his drug habit.

Fortunately, they pulled into Duo's place before Heero had made up his mind on an answer. That damned silver car was still sitting in front of the apartment, and Heero cursed. "Bastard's still here."

"Who?"

"Duo's boyfriend. He showed up this morning with flowers. That's why I left."

Wufei was silent for a moment, staring at that silver car. Then he said, "You should stay at my house Yuy. I know Duo, well enough, and if he's making up with Demetri, you won't want to stay here tonight."

"Does this happen a lot?"

Wufei sighed. "Duo and Demetri have never been stable. I usually hear Duo's end of it, and after every bad fight, he always comes in the next day or some time that week and brags about how romantic Demetri can be when he's trying to get back on Duo's good side. Sometimes I think Duo enjoys making up more then his actual relationship with that man."

"Let me go get some clothes. I'm not going to borrow yours. And I swear to God, if they're doing it on my bed..." He didn't finish his sentence, but Wufei knew what he meant.

They must have been in the bedroom, because Heero didn't see them at all during his five minutes in the apartment. That was just fine with him; he didn't want to know what they were up to, and was trying very hard to convince himself he didn't care. He stuffed some clothes and makeup into his travel bag, and scribbled another quick note. Not that it looked like Duo had been out of the bedroom long enough yet to even see it. Whatever. At least he'd been responsible.

"That was fast." Wufei said when he slid back into the car.

"Not much to get." Heero muttered, then asked, "Can we stop somewhere so I can get cigarettes?" He'd decided against bringing pot to Wufei's house.

"If you must."

Both of them kept to themselves after that. Heero wasn't entirely sure Wufei really wanted Heero to be there, but felt obligated to give him a place to stay. For his part, he'd never really been close to Wufei before, and now felt even further away from understanding him. He was grateful for the job and the place to stay, of course, but even when they'd worked together they hadn't ever talked much, and he certainly didn't know what to talk about now.

Wufei stopped at a small convenience store for Heero to buy cigarettes at before driving off to a much nicer part of town. He lived out in the suburbs in a fairly high-end neighborhood. Apparently he wasn't making normal Preventers pay anymore; he'd moved up in the world. Of course, Quatre had hinted multiple times that Wufei's family was rich. He'd just never seen any evidence of it before.

All the furnishings in Wufei's house were tasteful, but simple. Most of the floors were wood, or covered in expensive looking rugs with intricate patterns woven into them. The walls held a few pieces of art; Wufei's swords and some pieces that looked like they had been inspired by his homeland. It was very tasteful, and surprisingly classy.

"Nice place." Heero said begrudgingly.

Wufei smiled. "Were you expecting it to look like a cheap Chinese restaurant?"

Heero shrugged. "More like a barracks, really."

"It did, for a few years, until Sally and Mai came over and insisted on helping me decorate. It took them a while, but I gave in."

"Sally seems rather persuasive."

"She is." He motioned for Heero to follow him. "Here, the guest room is down this way."

The room was done in a sage green theme; it was small, but tasteful, just like the rest of the place. The bed was huge compared to the rest of the room, especially since he'd been sleeping on a futon for the last week. There was a particularly nice wall hanging on the wall facing the bed, featuring two dragons intertwining in green and gold.

"Thank you for letting me stay Wufei. I'm sorry for imposing." He said, still miserable, but determined to be positive.

"It's fine Yuy. I wouldn't leave you in an awkward position like that."

"Even if you don't trust me?" He asked.

Wufei snorted and leaned against the door frame. "It's not like I think you're going to try to murder me in my sleep. I'm just not sure how I feel about you living with Duo again. There's a lot of pain there. You left, and I ended up dealing with it."

"I'm sorry to inconvenience you." Heero said, and sagged down onto the bed. That came out a bit more rude then he'd intended, so he tried again. "Honestly Wufei, I have no idea what I'm doing. I intended on walking out as soon as I realized what had happened, but Duo wouldn't let me. And if everything wasn't messed up enough, he has a boyfriend."

Heero scowled. "I don't know how I feel about Duo; I never have. That's one of the reasons I left. And I don't know how he feels about me. And that bastard just makes everything worse."

"I don't like him either Heero." Wufei told him.

"But he makes Duo happy." Heero said miserably. "If all I can do to make him happy is stay out of the way, then that's what I'll do."

WuFei POV

Wufei saw the tears that started to run down Heero's face, but didn't acknowledge them. Heero had never been forward when it came to grieving, and Wufei doubted Heero wanted any comfort from him at the moment. Instead of answering him, he turned off the light and closed the door gently. In time, perhaps Heero would want his input and accept the philosophical answers he could give him. For now, Wufei let him have whatever comfort his tears could give him, and walked away.

End Chapter Seven

Notes: Horray! Another chapter. Again, this is a blend of old and new, just straightening some things out. I like where this is going, I think! Sorry for the abrupt and obvious switch to Wufei's pov there at the end. I usually use something more subtle but doesn't recognize the symbols I usually use.

As usual, if you've got any questions or comments, or notice any glaring flaws in the text, let me know! At some point I need to draw a cover for this book too...

Also, I just realized I never specified what city they're in. They're on Earth, in a city where Preventers' Headquarters is stationed. Does anyone know if there is a cannon city for Preventers to be located in? I need to go back and add that in somewhere.

Thanks for reading! Zethsaire out!
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