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The Factory

By: shinigamiinochi
folder Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 2
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Disclaimer: 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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The Factory

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The Factory



Prologue



 



Author’s Note: This class=SpellE>fic is very, very old and the only reason why its here is
because I managed to find it in an old stack of notebooks. I honestly had
thought that it had been lost in time. It is completely unfinished, but I’ve
decided to add it to my growing collection of fanfics.



 



Pairings: R+1, 1x2, manyx2,
Trantx2, Odinx2, 3x4, 5xS, 6x2.



Warnings: Dark, NCS, AU, OOC,
Odin and Relena bastardization, prostitution, death
(not Heero or Duo), drug abuse, angst, violence, language, lemon.





Summary:
This is a story about two men from different worlds. Duo is an orphan living a
miserable life on L2, just trying to survive. Heero is the heir to the L1 governor
and is engaged to Relena Peacecraft,
a princess of the Earth Sphere. One day, Heero’s father takes him and class=SpellE>Relena
to L2 to show him the ins and outs of his business,
a trip that will change Heero’s life forever.





 



          My mother had many faults, but whether she was smart or
oblivious has yet to be decided. She saw the poison that lay in this colony.
She escaped. I only wished that I had that capacity. Mom used to tell me that
L2 had poisoned my father’s soul. She said that he used to be a wonderful
person, loving, kind. But poverty can change people. Both of my parents were
born on Earth. I was born here, on L2. Mom was born in w:st="on">Ireland, my dad in w:st="on">New York. That makes me
Irish-American-Colonial. My mother said that my dad was kind, but every time he
came home from work, he would hit me and her, reeking of beer and ire in his
eyes, and I could just not believe her. How could any man who hits a
defenseless woman be kind? How can a man who makes his own wife and son sell
their bodies for a little sum of money, be gentle? But, I don’t have to worry
about such things anymore. My parents abandoned me, left me here all alone at
the age of eleven. That was when I started working at the factory…



 



 



End prologue



 



My prologue’s
are always short, but the next chapter was already written, so I’ll upload it
in a short while. This story was inspired by The Jungle, which I read in High
School.



 



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