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"Found"Written By: Artemis Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Alternate reality, angst, romance, hurt/comfort Pairings: 6x2, 3x4 Summary: A conversation in an online chatroom
leads to much more for two enemy pilots.
"Found " 3) Don't worry - this long chat session, which spans parts 3-5, is unique in this very long series. You won't have to wade through something like this again. ^_~ (xxx) - nickname of person chatting
(BraidBoy enters "M4M w/LH")
Duo straightened in his chair, his eyes going wide. [Gets right to point.] (BraidBoy) Well, it's quite an ass tickler. Long... thick... chestnut brown. Zechs sucked in his breath, raising his eyebrows as he pictured the image of the man's braid. [Ass tickler!! Hmmm, enticing... isn't he?] (Platinum6) Oh, my. "Heh," Duo snorted out loud and grinned. (BraidBoy) Thanks. What about you... Platinum6? * BraidBoy twirls thumbs (Platinum6) Well, my hair is platinum blond as you might think. Waist length. * Platinum6 sits back, legs crossed, imagining ass-tickling braids... intrigued. (BraidBoy) Nice. I've always wondered how I'd look with a blond... * BraidBoy laughs (Platinum6) And I believe I'll start wondering how I'd look next to a brunette with an ass-tickling braid. * Platinum6 chuckles. (BraidBoy) You go right ahead and wonder. Zechs frowned at the monitor, wondering at the challenging "tone" of the other man's text. It was always tricky to be sure exactly what someone meant in such a chat format. [Does he mean that's all I'll get to do? Hope not...] (BraidBoy) So, what brings you to these parts? [Maybe we could find some *change* together?] Duo wondered, lightly rubbing his fingers across the keyboard. [At least for a few hours.] (BraidBoy) That's one thing about change... it's a constant.
At least in my life. * BraidBoy stretches arms over head. "Braid, huh?" Duo laughed. "Getting a little more personal... nice." Zechs pondered to himself, chewing idly on a fingernail, a wholly unconscious action that he'd be horrified over if he'd realized he was doing it. [He looks relaxed...] (BraidBoy) So, our lives are constantly changing and yet we're seeking more change... here. * Platinum6 slouches down in chair, recrossing long legs (Platinum6) Looks like it. I'm not looking for change as much as connection, however. Just... a connection. I often feel... isolated because of... work. "You got that straight," Duo said and nodded at the words on the computer screen. (Platinum6) I don't know that there could ever be anyone
who could possibly understand my life. So I've been... alone. * Platinum6 still trying to picture that ass-tickling braid (BraidBoy) Yep, pretty much all alone. [So, he's saying he works with people, but he still feels alone,] Duo thought and sighed. "That's sad," he said in a whisper. (Platinum6) What... kind... of a change are you looking
for, Braid? If I may ask. Duo placed his elbows on the desk and wondered what it would be like to have someone at his side who sincerely liked him. [And not just me staring back at myself in the damn mirror! Or that puppy Quatre... Oh, I shouldn't think that about him... he's my friend,] he thought with a little wince. * Platinum6 smiles Zechs sat back, tapping his finger on the desktop. [Bright face... I'd welcome the same... especially if they weren't trying to impress me. I'm surrounded by that already...] He thought of the hordes of junior officers who were constantly trying to get his attention - for a variety of reasons - and curried his favor by doing little things for him. They could be downright pests. (BraidBoy) Yeah, I've been inspired by a friend... [Huh... so he wants something or doesn't he?] Zechs idly flipped a long strand of wayward hair back over his shoulder, studying the screen. [But I do relate to that... it's like when I have to endure Treize waxing eloquently about his 'Lady'... what he sees in that psycho freak bitch, I'll never understand...] * BraidBoy runs a comb through his damp hair... having gotten out of the shower just before going online. (BraidBoy) Yeah, I suppose you'd call it envy. I'd say it's just his dumb luck to find somebody. * Platinum6 swallows carefully, thinking of all that luscious - I hope -hair being loose... (Platinum6) Luck. Well. It does seem like that's all that brings people together sometimes. Zechs thought morosely, [And I haven't had a stick of it my whole life...] He'd often wondered if he could be cursed somehow... although he had to admit that for the most part, his association with Treize Khushrenada and OZ had been beneficial until recently. But the destruction of his family at age 6 and the fall of his country had been a terrible thing... and things were now sour for him again. Otto's suicide to win him back his kingdom, such as it was... Alex and Mueller... the pesky OZ Inspector Acht... rumblings of change... and Lady Une's stunt with the threatened firing on a colony hadn't helped any... (BraidBoy) If luck's being in the right place at the right time... which I haven't been lately. Duo tilted his head. Had he really been all that unlucky lately? The mission to destroy OZ had gone very wrong, but then he'd hooked up with Quatre, who made sure he was well fed and had a more than comfortable place to stay. That certainly was a good thing... but was it luck? "Hmm," he wondered. Then he'd happened to choose this chat room and found this interesting and hopefully very sexy man to chat with. "Maybe it is luck... and my luck is changing." [But you're here now...] Zechs was thinking, [and so am I... hmmm... so he hasn't been in the right place or right time lately... what does he mean by that?] (Platinum6) Something unusual happen... lately? * BraidBoy laughs (BraidBoy) You might say that. I'm taking it easy for a little while now... "Ha!" Duo laughed heartily. He would love to shock his blond chat companion by telling him he was a Gundam pilot, had recently "fallen" to the EarthSphere and attacked strategic OZ military sites. [Then those OZ bastards threatened to destroy a colony. And we haven't heard a word from the colonies since then... no orders,] he thought with some trepidation. (Platinum6) I'm enduring forced dangling myself... having to sit around waiting for things to happen. Zechs sighed, tapping his finger again, another unconscious habit of his when he was trying to sum something up, evaluate a situation. [I wonder what he's wearing... what color are his eyes... ] (BraidBoy) Yeah, it's the waiting that gets to ya. Zechs shifted his position on the hard desk chair uneasily as unwanted memories surfaced. [Yeah, like pushing to take revenge on my family's murderers was stressful... yeah, I can relate...] (Platinum6) Well, the "force" was of my own
doing, in a way. A project that I'd chosen to take on... but at the
moment others are working on it. [Quatre has minions,] Duo thought with a snort. [It'd be nice to boss someone around for a change instead sitting here in hiding.] (Platinum6) I wish I didn't. Too much responsibility.
Well, for me, it has been, lately. [Who am I kidding? Trying to give this guy advice?] Duo shook his head, scratching it. [I sound like a guidance counselor, for God's sake!] Zechs took his hands from the keyboard again, this time to rub at his temples, closing his eyes for a moment. [Yeah, committing suicide to please me wasn't fun on my part, Otto.] Emitting a sort of growling noise, he shook the memory off and put his fingers back on the keys to continue. * Platinum6 chuckles with a note of self-derision. (Platinum6) Yeah, maybe I do need a career change. * Platinum6 winks (Platinum6) Are you volunteering, Braid? Zechs chuckled, leaning forward a little so the platinum blond tendrils framing his face hung lower. [Saucy... I like saucy... a lot.] (Platinum6) Yes, you are a good listener. Thank you. * BraidBoy smiles and pulls on a snarl with the comb. [I wish I could help him with that... ] Zechs thought, idly running fingers through his own long hair. * BraidBoy finally got the tangle out * Platinum6 is good with a comb (BraidBoy) Man what I wouldn't give for a little help
with this mop! * BraidBoy hands over the comb to Platinum6 (Platinum6) Mmmmm... I could do that. Are you sitting
or standing? * Platinum6 stands and goes behind Braid's chair, gathering the long, chestnut mane in one hand before starting in with the comb. (Platinum6) Mmmm, I can think of... nah, I'd better not say. * Platinum6 smirks and combs * BraidBoy leans back into the attention. (BraidBoy) What are you thinking? I know you like long
hair... that's why you're here. Zechs was feeling quite titillated by this virtual interaction. [What am I thinking? I'm thinking that I know nothing about this guy except that he has all this hair... and that he's saucy... and I know that I want to know more... anything...] (BraidBoy) Maybe you're thinking you'd like to know
more about me? More about what I look like? * Platinum6 feels his mouth going dry. (Platinum6) That's very nice...indeed. Zechs held his own hands up to inspect them. "What the..." he said aloud, then quirked one white eyebrow upward, amused. [He really says it like it is... how refreshing! But what the hell the interest in my *hands* for?] (Platinum6) My... hands? * BraidBoy reaches back to grab said hands and find out for himself. (BraidBoy) They are... a reflection of you? Of your work? Soft? Callused? [Oh, God...] Zechs shifted again, painfully reminded in this innocent way of the torment over his career with OZ that had begun to foment within him. [The calluses are from trying to keep Tallgeese from killing me... and Treize insists on his officers wearing gloves. I suppose they're just as concealing as the mask...] (Platinum6) It's... an unfortunate image thing. Duo's brow tightened as he gave himself a mental kick. "Huh?" [I think I've hit on something that makes him uncomfortable...] He knew it would happen sooner or later... he'd put his foot in his mouth... it had just taken longer than usual this time. Zechs snorted to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he scowled at the screen momentarily. [And I hope that you never have to know the stupid formality of us snooty aristocrats... bastards of high society or whatever the hell passes for it in this mad world.] He sighed deeply and returned to the keyboard.
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