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"Obsession "Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG Warnings: Fluff, obsessions Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Duo’s veiwfinder accidentally captures
another student, and he can’t seem to get those blue eyes out
of his head. " Obsession " Part One
The Student centre of the University was foreign ground for the art students (since they had their own little lounge and food vendor in their building) so when Duo Maxwell, photographer, set himself and his camcorder into a seat beside a few other adventurous Art students that promised not to leave him to the wolves alone, he was eager to find something odd and film worthy. After dismissing the usual scenes of pen-chewing, making out, messy eating, and people studding as beneath the viewfinder of a student like Duo Maxwell, he slunk himself down into the bench-style seat with a disappointed sigh. He had been hoping to find something for his end of year project. Unfortunately, being that he was a fairly well known student in the photography department meant that he had to get something absolutely golden, or everyone would be disappointed. Added pressure didn’t help his muse, though, and he found himself desperate for ideas, desperate enough to infiltrate the ‘normal’ student’s territory anyway. “Come on Duo, don’t be so difficult. Get that couple over there, call it “love” or something” Hilde, his fellow art student, room mate, and all around best friend, tried. He could tell she was just sick of hearing him gripe about it. Duo put the camcorder down in the edge of the table and slunck out of his jacket, stuffing it into the spot left in the seat between him and the corner in little L shaped wall .“Way to Cliché, Hilde. Straus will fail my ass for something like that if I hand it in. She’s already made it clear that she expects not just a cut above from me, but a whole damn slash...or something” Duo said. “At least you have a hope of an A” one of his other art honor guard friend’s griped, “ I could hand in the Sistine Chapel, and she’d still tell me it was ‘elementary and uninspired’ with her disdainful sneer.” Conversation continued on about teachers and the like for almost 3 hours, his group dwindling from 5 to only him and Hilde before he gave up. He hadn’t even spotted anything that even sparked enough of his interest to even lift the camcorder. But when he and Hilde got up to leave, Hilde suggesting they try the parks for something, Duo just about panicked to find the end of the table completely clear. Someone awfully talented had to have come by and snagged it while they were distracted...somehow over the 6 foot wall... And past Duo’s elbow... and then lifted up and over...without anyone the wiser... Of course, Duo found it moments later, cushioned in his discarded jacket. He picked it up, thankful he had accidentally pushed it into his coat, and not onto the hard tiled floor where it would be a million pieces. Quirking a smile, Duo looked the eyepiece and positioned to get a quick shot of where it almost ended up, to warn the camcorder not to do that sort of thing again, of course. But he was startled to find the little red ‘recording’ light still on. “Damn it. Now the tape’s almost out. I need to go home and erase 3 hours of the inside of my coat.” Duo grumbled as Hilde laughed her head off. Later, a bag of chips in one hand, the cordless phone pinned to his shoulder as he chatted, and one hand sliding the mouse across the table, Duo decided to get to work deleting it. He didn’t know what stopped him from hitting Delete, but he hit Play instead, and his phone conversation turned one sided. “What the hell?” Instead of a black indiscernible jacket-lining, Duo found himself with an slightly tilted worm’s eye view of the three or four scattered tables in front of the table. It was so...different. “Howard, I’m going to call ya back, K. I just got an idea for that bitch of a project. Yeah, tell all the kids I said Hi. Bye.” After a few minutes of the under side of three empty tables, there were shoes, legs, a backpack, and someone had claimed the seat. His subject for the film, since Duo was sure the guy was planning to stay for a while, pulled out a laptop and some programming texts from his geek-standard black laptop sized-messenger bag. Duo was about to write him off, when he noticed something dangle out from beneath the cuff of his plain white Oxford shirt as he reached into the bag. A bracelet of some sort. A wooden and leather one. Duo zoomed in as best as he could, but all he could make out was that the leather strap looped around behind the wooden face instead of through it like most manufactured things. This one screamed handmade. It also looked worn, like it was lovingly broken in by the wearer with time and life until whatever was written or carved into it was illegible to Duo’s zoom function. And that was all he had. The boy’s legs, bag, and shoes, his face was obscured by the unusual angle and the table top for all but a few minuscule frames when he had finished his work, and bent down to return his laptop to the bag in the floor where Duo got a look at his hair and hint of blue, slightly slanted eyes. When Hilde came back from her afternoon classes, it was too an unnerving silence. Hilde saw Duo, crouched up close to the computer screen, print outs, notebooks, and a magnifying glass scattered around him. “Duo?” she ventured, making no quick movements as she closed the door behind her and approached the Wild Duo in its un-natural habitat, stalking its prey. “He is in 4th year programming. Right handed. Japanese features with Blue eyes. Shoe size 8. He picked the carrots out of his salad. And I swear that it’s sawdust on that shoe. What’s a computer geek doing trekking through sawdust anyway? He has an Arizona keychain. And uses big muffling-sort of headphones to drown out people around him while he works. He’s stressed too, he uncrossed and re-crossed his legs a total of 65 times in 3 hours.” Duo rattled off as he stared at the screen more. “Does this look like a scar here. Hilde, come here! Look, right there, between his thumb and forefinger. Hilde!” Duo took his eyes off the screen to give his roommate a ‘what are you waiting for?’ look. Hilde’s jaw dropped. “What on earth are you talking about?” Hilde finally sputtered, taking in the sheer madness of it all. Duo shifted his eyes away from her, taking stalk of his last 6 hours of work. “Um, I looked that the tape, from the Student Centre. This guy, he had, this bracelet thing on, and So I started trying to get a better look and now...” Hilde groaned, “Oh no! You’re obsessed! Again! Last time you got all excited about a project you locked yourself in the storage room for three days to ‘commune with the photographs’ as they developed!” Duo’s eyebrow twitched upwards, “Project, eh? That’s a god idea. I need to get the still off him, a screenshot of the discarded carrots, and then the sawdust, and that one still with his eyes... yeah, I could do it like a series, each shot a different aspect of him! Straus will love it, put it up in the gallery here, and then someone’s BOUND to recognize him! That’s a Brilliant plan Hilde!” Duo exclaimed, shooting up to grap her in a crushing hug. “No problem” She said, knowing there was no
use swaying Duo once his mind was set on something (and it actually
sounded like a half decent idea for a project). Art students. Crazier
than a moose.
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