Warnings and Disclaimers: First of all Shin Kidousenki Gundamn Wing does not belong to me. *sobs* But I wish it did. Hey I wonder if they’ll take my little sister in return for the series. *shrugs* Also this story is a angst Shounen-ai. If you don’t know what that means read the first sentence and you’ll have a pretty good idea. You don’t like it, I don’t care. Leave I ain’t keeping you here.

His feet pounded against the pavement. His eyes searching for any sign of the boy. Anything to tell him that he’s close that he’s not to late. He searched places where he thought Duo could be but he was never there.

Where could that baka be? Heero thought. Duo you better not be dead ‘cause I want to personally ring your neck!

He ran and ran, never stopping to catch his breath. His lungs burned and his legs ached but he did not dare stop. He would not stop until he found the fallen pilot.

Heero found himself into the seedy part of town. He slowed down slightly and looked carefully at the alleys and stores. This was a perfect place for Duo to hang out. Duo always called the criminals his people.

"These are my people Heero." Duo had once said walking down the same streets Heero found himself on.

"Why?" Heero had asked surprised that Duo could call the drug dealers on the street his people.

"Yeah man look at them." He continued, "Trying to survive any way they can. Just like me and maybe even you. I grew up on the streets. This is my world. Stealing was my only form of survival. This place kinda looks like L2. The same stench of poverty and indifference."

Heero remembered the sadness that had clouded those violet orbs. He continued to look around wondering if that same sadness was still in those beautiful eyes. He wondered if any life was in those eyes at the moment.

"That’s a nice piece of ass in there." Heero looked away from the alley and at the two men standing in front of a four-story building. They were sitting on the stoop in front of the entrance. "He’s a new one right?"

"Yeah" the other said running his fingers over his dirt filled whiskers. He raised a bottle muscatel and took large gulps, his Adams apple jumping up and down as he swallowed.

"Knew it." The other said blowing smoke out of his mouth. "He looks fresh. I wanna get my hands on that one."

"He’s picky Ben. He won’t go for you."

"Why not? What’s wrong with me?"

"You ain’t got what he wants."

"Oh! I sure as Hell got what he wants." Ben placed a hand over his groin as he took another puff of his cigarette. The other man chuckled.

"I ain’t talkin’ about that. Fool! Did you see the clothes he was wearing? He was clean too well except for the blood on his face. Man he smells of money and a good home. He’s here for booze and drugs. Two things you can’t give him."

"That’s why he went straight for Mack?" Ben said reaching for the bottle of muscatel.

"Yeah."

Heero walked towards the two men. He stared at them with cold eyes as he ascended.

"Hello sweet cheeks, what can I do you for?" Ben asked looking Heero over. "Here for a good time? If so I’m your ma-"

"Urusai!" Heero demanded. He looked at the two confused. They didn’t have a clue what he had just said.

"Chinese." The one with the whiskers said. Ben nodded. "Maybe he don’t speak no English."

"I can take care of that." Ben said a small smirk appearing on his dirt filled face. He turned back to Heero. "Wong Tong so-"

Heero’s fist balled around the man’s shirt and lifted him off the ground. He stared straight into the man’s gray eyes and tried to ignore the foul stench entering his nostrils.

"Shut up and listen." He said, "I’m looking for someone. He’s slightly taller then me with violet eyes and chestnut brown hair in a long braid. Have you seen him?"

"You mean pretty boy?" Ben said nervously, "Yeah he’s inside with Mack. Okay? Let me go."

Heero glared at him for a moment before releasing him. He fell to the floor with a loud thump. Heero glared at him once more before walking inside.

The pain is subsiding as it always does. With each drink I forget about Cobalt eyes and dark brown hair. I forget about spandex shorts and green tanktops. I forget about life. Long delicate fingers run through my hair as I inhaled the smell of drugs and alcohol. I feel my body relax and I am at peace.

I turn my body slightly and look up into small brown eyes. They look back clouded by drugs. He smiles at me and leans into kiss me and I let him. His hands running up and down my body I forget the pain and suffering and the guilt that are always with me.

The kiss is broken and I feel his lips travel down my neck to my collarbone as soft fingers open my shirt. I grab the blunt on the table and place the tip in my mouth inhaling the smoke as his tongue leaves a trail of saliva down my chest.

"Your exquisite you know that right?" he said before his lips took hold of one of my nipples. I let out a long moan. The pleasure he is inflicting over that one place completely counter acting the sting pain coming from my right hand.

I take another drink and the liquid runs down my chin and neck. I don’t wipe it off; he’s taking care of alcohol with his tongue. I look at the ceiling; it’s becoming blurry and dark. I’m going under, good thing too; I don’t feel like being alive right now. My body is still responding to the guy’s touch but everything is too distant for me to really care. My brain has already detached form my body and I’m getting sleepier by the moment.

In the background I hear yelling and the sound of things falling, hitting the floor hard. I continue to hear shouting and then a loud thump followed by pain shooting through my body. I’m too out of it to care though and it’s too late to go back and find out what’s going on. With any luck whatever it is will kill me and end this Hell I call a life.