Warnings: AU, Bad Language, Adult Themes (wow that's lame), Yaoi
Notes: This is the first part in the Covenant Triolgy. I definitley plan
on completing this, hopefully in a timely fashion ^^;
Covenant - A mutual agreement between 2 or more persons to do or refrain
from doing certain acts.
Golgotha - One of the names for the hill where Jesus was crucified. It
also means 'Skull'
The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other.
It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity,
but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich.
Consequently, the modern poor are not pitied...but written off as trash.
The twentieth-century consumer economy has produced the first culture
for which a beggar
is a reminder of nothing.
I had always known that walking through the streets of L2 late at night
was not the wisest of ideas. Whenever I was here for business, people
told me the same thing. 'Stay off the streets at night! If you think the
beggars are a hassle in the daytime, you'll never know what hit you in
the dark.' I hadn't listened of course; I was a Preventer and a very skilled
one at that. Why should I have been afraid of petty thieves and homeless
people? I could take them out just as soon as they approached me.
Although I was confident in my skill I couldn't hide the fact that the
ever-moving shadows gave me the chills. Unseen eyes and the whisper of
footsteps seemed to echo around me, mocking me even as my hand itched
to go to the gun that was kept at the small of my back. The shadows seemed
to have eyes; the whites yellow and slanted like a cats eyes. They
were dangerous and terrifying at the same time. I looked around and saw
that each corner held the same huddle of shadows, all blending in with
the dark, but their eyes standing out as they eyed me and my expensive
clothes. They probably considered me an easy mark, and up against a group
of them; I was. Nervousness began to set in and pretty soon my feet were
moving quicker over the cracked streets.
I recalled a conversation I had had with my friend Wufei, when I had mocked
the older men for warning me about the dangerous streets. His exact words
had been: "A man who is cold, hungry and bitter is a lot more dangerous
than a man who fights to protect others; it doesn't matter who wields
the gun. A desperate man who lives in poverty feels that he has nothing
to lose, so he'll do whatever it takes... because he feels as though nothing
can be worse than the life he already has."
I couldn't help but replay those words in my mind as I visualized the
things that these people would do to me if they got me cornered. Disarm
me, of course. Maybe beat me to death. Stab me repeatedly? Shoot me in
the head with my own gun? None of these choices were appealing and for
the first time in a while I was scared. When on missions, I didn't fear
getting hurt; because I was fighting for a reason... I had a purpose.
However, dying this night on these dark, desolate streets seemed so pointless...
it was frightening.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang and the sound of a car alarm
going wild somewhere a few blocks away. The unexpected noise startled
me and I actually jumped in surprise. My head snapped around, looking
for the source of the sound but the only thing I saw was that the shadows
seemed to be pressing closer to me. I had the sudden urge to scream at
them and tell them to get on with it already, but instead my feet carried
me farther away, boots crunching over the carcass of a monstrously large
cockroach as I strode down the filthy street. It was almost impossible
to move without sound on these streets thanks to the broken bottles and
garbage, so I had to give the thief credit.. because I hadn't even heard
Before I knew what was happening, someone was dragging me into a dark,
narrow alley and pressing my face into the wall. "Empty your pockets
and I won't hurt you," The young, male voice hissed.
I wanted nothing more than to turn around and beat the punk to a pulp
just for being so arrogant, but I knew that part of that urge was because
I was angry at myself for letting a street urchin get the drop on me.
The feel of a gun pressed to the back of my head squashed the foolish
"You're wasting your time, I only have a few credits on me,"
I informed him flatly.
"Empty your pockets or I'll do it for you," he said coldly,
nudging the back of my head harder with the pistol. He waited for a moment
before swearing and sticking his thin hand into the pockets of my jacket
and pants. "Rich guy like you doesn't have any credits? Bullshit."
"I'm far from rich." The words came out dry and steady, making
it seem as though I wasn't affected at all by the heavy steel weapon.
My mind was trying to think up ways that I could get the kid down without
getting shot in the process, but none of them seemed likely to work. I
couldn't afford to get robbed; I had a disc in my pocket that was laden
with very important data, data that could be very harmful to top officials
like Relena Peacecraft and her brother if it were to get out.
"Turn around!" The accented voice commanded.
I obeyed and got a good look at the young gamin. His hair was long and
unruly, falling in a long tousled braid down to his hips. It looked like
it hadn't been washed in months and his bangs stuck out unevenly all around
his face. His skin was pale, gaunt and his cheekbones stood out sharply.
He had large eyes that were a strange indigo color and a tiny button nose
that sat in the middle of his face. He couldn't have been more than seventeen
or eighteen years old and he looked terribly malnourished. "What
are ya'? Gay or sumthin'? Quit lookin' at me," he snapped, looking
"I'm just surprised. I imagined all street thugs to be tough looking,
but you don't look much older than a child."
Indignant outrage crossed his handsome face and the youth shoved the gun
at my chest. "Fuck you! I ain't no child. I'm nearly twenty years
old, ya prick. Now hold your hands out so I can search the pockets of
that fancy coat of yours."
I sighed and did as I was told, hoping he chose to bypass the silver disc
as he ransacked my deep pockets. After a few moments he pulled out a handful
of credits and his face practically lit up in delight as he shoved them
in his own thread bare jeans. It couldn't have been more than fifty, but
it occurred to me that fifty credits was probably a fortune to him while
it was barely pocket change to me. Suddenly I felt a little ashamed of
myself even though he had a gun pointed at me. I doubted he would use
it anyway, unless I actually attacked him first. The kid was obviously
starving, ragged clothes were practically hanging off of his skinny form
and here I was being stingy over a few credits. Why didn't I ever just
donate money to charity? Orphanages? Why didn't the government help these
people out? I made a mental note to tell my friend Quatre to bring this
up at the next congressional meeting.
I heard a soft gasp and let my eyes focus once again on the thief. He
had pulled out my Preventer's badge and was gaping at me in disbelief.
"You're a fuckin' Preventer?" The hand that was holding the
gun had begun to tremble.
"Yes." I met his gaze and was surprised to see that there was
anger behind the indigo orbs instead of fear, as I had expected. I watched
as he flung the badge into the street and nearly winced at the loss. I
was going to have to scrounge around in the gutter for it later. Joy.
The bo-- no, the man's lip curled in what appeared to be disgust and he
shoved me against the wall.
"I oughta pop you right now, you filthy pig." Now he looked
the part of a street thug. His eyes had gone cold and were gleaming with
anger, face twisted in an angry scowl. He seemed to be seething at the
sight of one of the elite Preventers. The Preventers who were a special
unit of government officers, sworn to protect politicians and the people
surrounding them. The time of district police officers had passed and
now Preventers held all the cards. They had smaller offices stationed
in each city all over the globe and on the colonies to protect the people;
but the main force surrounded the big wigs in the government.
I stared at him in surprise, wondering what grudge he could have against
the Preventers that could make him look so malicious. "If you kill
me, you'll be executed. You realize that, dont you? The words
came out cold and somewhat smug. I hadn't meant for it to sound that way,
but for some reason my brain and my mouth always seemed to be on two different
A bitter smile crossed his face and I was so distracted by the sudden
beauty of it that I didn't notice his quick hands emptying my pockets.
"That's right. And if you kill me... you'd get a fuckin' medal."
The fist that suddenly cocked back and stuck me was unexpected, so I didn't
have nearly enough time to block it. My head snapped back, hitting the
brick wall and I crumbled to the dirty ground with a groan. His denim
covered leg reared back and he kicked me in the gut before spitting in
my face with a sneer. "Thanks for the toys, Preventer Scumbag,"
He snarled and disappeared into the shadows.
I didn't even hear his footsteps echoing down the damp sidewalk as he
left the alley but I knew within seconds that he was gone. I lay on the
ground panting and holding my stomach until finally the searing pain passed
and I was able to sit up. I didn't even want to know what the wet substance
was that I had fallen in, but the stench of it gave me an idea. I wiped
the blood from my lip and cursed myself once again for letting a street
punk get the best of me. A quick inventory of my pockets showed that the
fucking guy had completely cleaned me out. My wallet, credits, and keys
were gone. My fucking gun was gone and so was the goddamned disc.
The only thing the little prick hadn't taken was my handcuffs. "Fuck!"
This was completely unacceptable. If I went to Une and told her that an
L2 street urchin had robbed me of important government data, she'd fire
me on the spot just for being a moron. I had jurisdiction to put a bullet
in anyone who threatened me because of my status as a Preventer and the
fact that I hadn't exercised that right and had allowed the disc to be
stolen; well... it's safe to say she wouldn't be pleased at all. I swore
darkly and climbed to my feet, my mind already devising a plan to find
the thief. My previous sympathetic thoughts were gone, replaced by anger
and a hurt ego. He had picked the wrong person to rob...
city of sores
Give me your tired and your wicked
Give me your dollar whores
Down on the boulevard children are sold
To pave the way
For your streets of gold
- Golgotha Tenement, Machines of Loving Grace
It had taken me only ten minutes to find the badge that he had carelessly
thrown in the street and now it was safely tucked in my pocket. I felt
strangely vulnerable without my gun but I was confidant enough in my fighting
abilities to continue to walk the streets and alleys unarmed. I wasn't
being logical at all but my anger was driving me and causing me to ignore
the sensible part of my brain. I was on my own personal mission and I
didn't plan on going home until I had found the thief.
It was raining heavily by eleven o'clock and I cursed whoever was working
the environmental controls for their bad timing. My dark hair was plastered
to my face and my leather jacket was barely keeping me dry. As I walked
around in the rain, I marveled at the dilapidated buildings and houses
and wasn't able to take my eyes off of the pathetic excuses for parks.
Everything appeared to be in ruins and it was quite a change from the
other four colonies, which were extremely well kept. Street children ran
around in the rain, appearing to be delighted about the sudden change
in 'weather'. They were holding large pots and buckets, collecting the
water and shouting happily as they did so.
I became so engrossed in the obvious decay that the whole colony was in,
that I had almost forgotten why I was wondering around in the L2 ghetto
to begin with. The shadows still seemed to follow me, but the look on
my face kept them away. I saw whores on every street corner, both male
and female calling out to me as the cold rain drenched them. I saw an
entire family of beggars huddling under the awning of a corner store,
looking at me pleadingly as I passed. The whole colony was like someone's
bad dream, but the horrible thing was that it was too real. I felt very
out of place in my expensive clothes and felt ashamed about rubbing their
noses in the fact that I could actually leave the colony and go to my
real home. By the time I reached South Street I was so horrified by the
sheer amount of child prostitutes that I was about ready to hail a cab
and run the fuck back to my hotel.
However, a familiar voice echoed out of one of the alleys and I knew I
had found my target."....are you serious... ?!"
"...never knew what was coming!"
"...one hundred credits, and that's all."
"Are you fuckin' nuts?! This ain't no six shooter! It's a fuckin'
laser pistol! I could get five times that in a shop!"
I crept into the alley silently, getting the tail end of the exchange
as my eyes focused in the dark. I could make out my little ragamuffin
thief standing with his hands on his hips, looking pissed off and an older
man who was dressed rather oddly in a brightly colored shirt. The older
man was holding my gun and looking at it critically.
"Then take it to one of them and sell it! This is some serious power
here, Duo! You didn't just rob a rich banker! He's a fuckin' Preventer!
I take this thing and next thing I know that bull dyke Lady Une will be
bargin' in my house with a whole troop of them pigs!"
Duo? So, the little thief's name was Duo. Interesting...
"Shit, Howard.. I thought for sure that guy was going to kick my
ass! I only risked it cos' I thought I'd get serious cash for this thing.
Do you know how much money I could've given the orphanage?" Duo swore
loudly and raked a hand through his wet hair.
My eyes widened and I had to stop and consider that one. I had thought
for sure that he would want money for drugs or something equally illegal.
The idea that he was going to give it to charity.. well that hadn't even
crossed my mind. "..Yeah I understand, it's okay." Duo forced
a smile and the older man, 'Howard' clapped him on the back.
"Buy yourself some dinner with those credits before you give it all
away, kid. You're skin an' bones already! And get off the damned streets
before that cop comes lookin' for ya. Those Preventers are real hardheaded
SOBs." The older man looked at Duo apologetically before he disappeared
inside the side door to one of the buildings.
"Shit," The youth hissed and kicked the wall dejectedly.
I decided to make my move then. I was behind him before he could turn
around and one strong arm was wrapped across his neck before he could
scream. He cried out in surprise and I clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Didn't think I would let you keep my stuff, did you?" I hissed
in his ear. He stiffened in my arms before he began to struggle violently.
I spun him around and slammed him against the wall, my grip on his collar
tightening as he stared at me with wide eyes.
"I want my stuff, now or else."
My palm cracked across his face hard but he barely flinched, instead opting
to grin at me manically. "You gonna havta to do better than that,
I growled angrily. "I don't want to hurt you kid, but I need my stuff
His eyes narrowed at me. "You act like you can't spare a few stinking
credits and a wallet! I know yer type, you come from Earth or one of them
rich bitch colonies. Why don't you get fuckin' lost and leave me alone!"
"Screw the credits." I did a half-assed one handed search as
I held him up with my left hand and relieved him of my gun, shoving it
back in its proper place in my pants. "The disc. Where is the damned
disc?" I stared at him intently, eyes blazing, but he lifted his
"I don't know what yer talkin' about, man."
"Don't play games with me, you little asshole." My grip on him
tightened and he yelped.
"What disc? What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's in a small case with a clasp on the side. Inside there is a
small, round, unlabeled disc. I know you took it."
His large eyes took on a slightly calculating gleam and the full lips
tilted in a smirk. In the light of the street lamp, I finally got a good
look at his face and realized how attractive he was. "Oooh, that
disc. I'll tell you if you give me... mmm... let's say, five hundred credits?"
"How about I snap your neck and search your rotting corpse?"
I snarled, losing patience with him.
His face paled a bit but he kept the cocky smirk plastered across his
lips. "If you kill me, you'll never get it back," he proclaimed
brightly, grinning like a madman as the rain poured down on us.
"I don't have time for this shit!" I roared and slammed him
against the wall again. "I don't even have five hundred credits;
you took all the money I had!"
He made a face at me. "What kind of rich guy only has fifty credits
in his pocket? What, did you spend all ya money on a whore or sumthin'?"
I eased up the pressure on his neck and he sagged against the wall in
relief. "First of all, I'm not rich --"
"Well that's a bunch of bullshit. All Preventers are rich, even I
I glared at him. "You know shit about the government and even less
about the Preventers, so shut your mouth."
"And whose fault is it that I know nothin'?" he drawled.
I glared at him for a moment before speaking. "If you don't tell
me, now, tonight... I will call in a squadron of Preventers and have them
tear this pathetic excuse for a neighborhood to pieces until it's back
in my hand." Okay, it was a bluff and a bad one at that. I didn't
have the authority to authorize something like that and if Une found out
I'd lost one of the few copies she'd probably just fire me on the spot
instead of going through all the trouble. He, however did not know this
and his eyes widened almost comically.
"Okay okay man! Don't get your tighty whities in a twist! I.. I had
the disc but I gave it to someone." He stammered.
He hesitated before grinning at me nervously. "A friend of mine,
Trowa. He uh.. he's a computer hacker and I wanted to know what was on
the disc so I gave it to him and ..ow! Stop! That shit hurts, man!"
I hadn't realized that my hand had tightened around his neck once again
and I let him go with a grunt. Fuck. This was not good. "Take me
to him, now."
"I can't! I don't know where his place is, he's real secretive about
that shit and I mean if I was him I'd be nervous about it too. He has
all kinds of high tech shit in his pad and if half the street kids out
here knew they'd --- okay! Ow! Ow fuck man, not the hair!"
I loosened the grip I had on his braid and raised an eyebrow expectantly.
He glared at me but continued. "Anyway I'm meeting up with
him tomorrow night to get it back."
"There's no way to get it back from him before then?" I asked
He shook his head frantically. "I swear on a stack of ten bibles
that there isn't! Look man, I've tried to find his place before and all
that wound up happening was that I got beaten up a bunch of times by the
street gang that runs that area!"
I sighed and wiped a hand across my face. "So then tomorrow when
you see him, I'm going with you."
Duo nodded and started to inch away. "Okay! Sounds like a plan! So
until then, I'll just be going on my merry way! Try not to get lost in
the depths of Golgotha!"
I yanked him back by the braid before he could get down the alley and
wound the length of it around my wrist. He winced and yelped loudly.
"Can you stop that!? I am very tender headed!"
I lifted his chin and stared him straight in the eyes. "You are not
going anywhere, until that disc is back in my hands, got it?"
"Eheh... got it."
"And to make sure that you get it..." I let the sentence trail
off and yanked a pair of handcuffs out of the inside of my jacket.
He stared at me incredulously. "You can't be serious..."
I smirked and clasped it on his wrist roughly before fastening the other
cuff to my own. "How's this for serious?"
"This is fucking insane! You can't come here and just start bossing
people around and acting like you can just do whatever the hell you want!
If you didn't want to get fuckin' robbed you shouldn't have come to the
freaking ghetto all fancied up in clothes that cost more than all of the
fucking food supplies in this colony put together!" He began tugging
at the handcuffs frantically. "Do you know what will happen to me
if people see me waltzing around with a fucking Preventer? They'll have
I grabbed his hand and squeezed until he winced and stopped tugging. "No
one knows I'm a Preventer, and they won't unless you keep screaming like
"That's what you think, buddy. You stick out like a sore
thumb on one of Relena Peacecraft's dainty little hands," he muttered
"You wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't tried to rob me.
Where's your gun now, tough guy?" I mocked as I started to walk down
the street, dragging him behind me.
"Well... it wasn't actually a real gun. But it sure looked
authentic, din' it?" Duo smiled brightly and winked when I stopped
in my tracks and gaped at him.
"This night just gets better and better." I grumbled darkly.
Great. Not only had I let a little punk like this rob me and sucker punch
me, but I hadn't even realized that the gun he was toting had been a fake.
I was seriously off tonight.
He cackled at me insanely, obviously aware of what my train of thought
was. I glared at him evilly and he shut up. "So Preventer Cock, do
you have a name or should I keep coming up with my own?"
"Heero Yuy." I grunted shortly and once again began dragging
him behind me as I walked... to nowhere in particular.
"Ooh, Heero. Isn't that special. I'm Duo Maxwell, resident thief
and con artist extraordinaire." When he was met with my stony silence
he made a face. "Are you seriously going to have this big attitude
all night and expect me to stay handcuffed to you?" He complained.
"You robbed me at gunpoint, sucker punched me and gave away my stuff.
We aren't exactly friends."
"It was a fake gun! And besides, that's all in the past. It's not
like I knew that the disc was so goddamned important! All I wanted to
do was to get some cash so I could have dinner, you can't fault me for
wanting to eat. And besides, what kind of loser walks around with important
government shit in his pocket anyways?"
My eyebrow twitched in annoyance and I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Can you shut up for two minutes so I can figure out where to go?"
Duo shrugged and leaned against the porch of a large brownstone. "Go
right ahead and figure. Ain't much around here that we can go to except
for a few motels and abandoned buildings. I live in an old church not
too far from here, it's pretty cozy inside if you don't mind cobwebs."
I stared at him oddly for a moment. "Why are you telling me this?
What if I come back and arrest you later?"
The _expression on his face changed in a heartbeat and I almost regretted
saying it. The cold, angry look found its way back into his eyes and his
mouth hardened into a line. "Because I don't want to fucking stay
out in the rain all night, okay? Some of us can't go to big, fancy hospitals
so I can't afford to get sick. And if you want to go to one of the abandoned
factories you better damn well go on your own because them places are
full of rapists and drug dealers and all sorts of sickos."
As I looked at his angry face, I couldn't help but wonder how a guy like
this had survived in the streets for as long as he obviously had. He was
a pretty boy, obviously a good fighter but with a slender build. I would've
bet money on the amount of times he had probably been sexually harassed
and picked on just for his appearance alone. He seemed to have a chip
on his shoulder the size of Mount Fuji when it came to the government
and the Preventers, but I could only guess why. "Fine. We'll go to
He sighed and looked up at the 'sky' in a "why me" kind of way,
before he looked at me resignedly and led me down the street.
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