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"Carbon Copy"Written By: t-shirt 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: AU/Romantic/Fantasy-adventure, Mild
angst, sap, fluff, some language Unbeta’ed Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: to come "Carbon Copy"
Ch 1
He meant well, he knew he did but the Japanese boy was having a very difficult time warming up to his Arabian friend’s solution to his dilemma. He really just wanted to go home and forget he’d ever let the blond boy and his green eyed lover talk him into this. ‘Why don’t we set up an interview with her?’ Quatre asked looking over the cute form of a lop haired young woman standing behind the glass. She was young, pretty and had a nice smile as she bowed her dainty head slightly in greeting. ‘No,’ Hiiro replied. Just looking at her made him feel responsible for her. ‘Oh, come on,’ the blond boy sighed. They’d been at this for over four hours and Hiiro hadn’t agreed do even one interview. He was starting to loose his patience. ‘What’s wrong with her?’ he asked raking his eyes over her petite form as she smiled demurely at them. ‘She’s too frail,’ Hiiro replied ditching on the first thing that came to mind. He really just couldn’t see himself traipsing through the jungle with this little china doll of a girl. ‘Just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she’s incapable,’ the young Arabian informed him impatiently. ‘Here,’ he said picking up the little book that was attached to a wire and latched to the front of the glass. ‘Have a look at her spec’s at least,’ he insisted but Hiiro didn’t see the point. He wasn’t about to take this baby doll along. He’d seen some likely prospects during the time they’d been wandering around the Serf show though. As much as he hated to admit it, it really was a viable solution. He didn’t get along with people in general and had been through three new assistants in a month’s time. Quatre’s offer to purchase one of the enormously popular Serf’s from Carbon Copy Companions hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea when he’d first mentioned it but now, he just couldn’t shake the fact that they appeared so human. They were truly remarkable with soft hair and scented skin, sparkling eyes that one would never know held no soul other than the lack of any true emotion in their depths. Androids so perfectly mimicking the human form they had quickly become the most popular new commodity on the planet. There was, of course, a huge market for sex dolls and for the most part all Serf’s were anatomically correct however, for the price people expected more than carnal pleasure so there were specific models designed to fit the needs of the purchaser. Hiiro’s needs were simple, an assistant that could perform the required duties. Strong enough to carry a good sized pack, reliable and obedient and complete with an on/off switch. He wasn’t all that keen on the sex doll issue himself, even real humans lacked the ability to spark those types of desires within him, but it wouldn’t hurt to choose one that was pleasant to look at either. The problem was they were all pleasant to look at and it was doing nothing to aid him in his choice. He was about to simply choose at random as Quatre rattled on about the benefits of this particular model when he noticed an oddly different form across the way. This one was male. He hadn’t seen very many males in the show at all. The ones he had seen had been young boys designed for perverted old men to play with but this one was different somehow. He was a bit older for one, closer to Hiiro’s own seventeen years and unlike the others it was tidying up its small display case. It moved differently as well, whereas most of the Serf’s he’d seen were programmed for fluid, graceful motion, slow and concisely configured to entice one’s desires, this one actually knocked over its stool in its efforts to eradicate any unwanted dust from its cubical. Hiiro couldn’t help but smile watching him clumsily set the stool back up. He was, as was the case with all Serf’s, quite beautiful to look at. A nicely shaped body, good proportions with a strong build that retained a certain frailty Hiiro found most agreeable to look upon. The fact that he wore a long, thick rope of a chestnut braid down his back that flipped about the back of his thighs as he tamed his stool was uncommon as well. It was a good deal longer than any of the other Serf’s he’d seen even though many of the females had long hair; his just seemed to have so much more… personality. ‘…suppose this one won’t do after all,’ Quatre was saying still looking at the little book in his hand as he frowned. ‘She’s configured more for domestic bliss than personal assistant,’ he sighed Why don’t we try…. Hiiro?’ But Hiiro was caught up in the moment as his attention was captured by the silly looking creature in the stall across the way. He had noticed him watching him having flashed what Hiiro could only discern as an impish smile his way before doing everything in his power to make the Japanese boy laugh. He was doing a fairly good job of it too when the blond boy saw what was transpiring and lit up like a Christmas tree. ‘Let’s go have a look,’ he said dropping the little book to pull Hiiro through the crowd so they could get a proper look at the comical Serf. It took little effort to see that his blue eyed friend was already taken with the longhaired Serf behind the glass as he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face as they stood there, one on either side of the glass just smiling at each other. ‘Oh, Miss?’ ‘Yes, sir?’ the closest clerk, a young girl with a clipboard and impossibly short dress with a name tag that read Hilde on it replied kindly. ‘We’d like to set up and interview with this one,’ Quatre told her wondering at the strange look she gave him. ‘But, sir,’ she began watching while the boy behind the glass raised his hand laying it palm out as if he were trying to reach out and touch the still smiling Japanese boy. ‘This one is…’ ‘Price isn’t a problem,’ Quatre smiled knowing he could afford anything she had to offer and then some as his grin widened when Hiiro’s hand came up to splay across the spot where the Serf’s lay against the glass, each grinning like a five year old playing a new game. ‘But…’ ‘Is there a problem?’ Hiiro asked not bothering to remove his hand or look away from his new friends glittering violet eyes while he spoke. There weren’t anything like the others, the twinkle there held a hint of mischief that Hiiro found both curious and exciting. ‘No, sir’ she replied. ‘It’s just this one’s…’ knock*knock*knock Her eyes turned to regard the Serf who had called her attention by rapping on the glass. He smiled and motioned his head as if to indicate he wished to speak to her privately. ‘Excuse me,’ she sighed retreating to the back of the display where the Serf disappeared through a small door as well. They waited a long minute in which they heard the sound of the two talking, from the sound of it there was some sort of debate from which the girl emerged having obviously lost. ‘If you’ll follow me please,’ she told them turning to lead them toward the private interviewing rooms. ‘Is there some sort of problem?’ Quatre inquired reiterating Hiiro’s earlier question as the girl looked more harried by the moment. ‘No... not really,’ she sighed pausing beside a door. ‘It’s just... that one’s... got a few... bugs in his system,’ she ground out eventually. ‘Bugs?’ Hiiro repeated. ‘He seemed very unique,’ he pointed out. ‘Yes,’ the girl agreed clearly wanting to say more but refraining. ‘Well, I shouldn’t probably say this but if I were you I’d find myself a nice, obedient assistant in J sector,’ she advised before opening the door. He was sitting on the table instead of on the stool that was usually used to present a Serf to a perspective buyer. On top of it… with his long legs crossed Indian style and his hands gripping his knees. The chestnut of his long, whip of a braid curled beside him baring a warm contrast to the black table top and a wicked grin on his face. ‘Get down!’ Hilde hissed slapping at him as if he were her pet cat as he scampered away. ‘Behave!’ she added in a hushed tone while he giggled and flashed glances at Hiiro, who was laughing under his breath for the first time since Quatre could remember. ‘I’m sorry,’ she told them turning back to them with a forced smile. ‘You may begin whenever you like,’ she added stepping away with her clip board. ‘Would you like to come live with me?’ Hiiro asked. ‘Yes, please,’ the Serf replied. ‘I’ll take him.’ ‘But…’ Her words were cut off at the sudden appearance of platinum card in front of her face, the gold leaf raised lettering along the bottom instantly catching her eye: UNLIMITED CREDIT LINE ‘One moment please,’ she smiled snapping the card out of the blond boys fingers and heading out to draw up the papers. ‘Do you suppose we should have at least asked what his skills are?’ Quatre mused. ‘My needs aren’t that demanding,’ Hiiro reminded him. Quatre smiled. He’d never seen such an expression on his friends face before. It had been his hope that having a Serf around might aid the unsociable boy in learning to better interact with his race but he’d never dreamed they’d find one that actually made him smile. It was hard for even Quatre to do that and they’d known each other most of their lives. ‘I should call Trowa,’ the blond boy said pulling his cell. ‘Hi... yes, we’re about finished here,’ he couldn’t help smiling at the almost goofy grin still adorning his stoic friends face, it was such an odd expression for him. ‘Oh, no need… Hiiro’s already found one he likes… hm… yes, we’re purchasing him now, can you pick us up at the west entrance?’ ‘A male? Really?’ Quatre pulled the phone away from his rattled ear drum and chuckled ‘Yes really,. ’ he laughed lightly doing a double take. Had Hiiro just blushed? ‘Wait till you see him, he’s lovely…. Yes... alright... see you soon then.’ He hung up just as Hilde came back into the room. ‘Here you are,’ she smiled handing him his card back. ‘You’re all set.’ ‘Isn’t there a contract to sign?’ Hiiro asked slipping his coat around the smiling Serf’s shoulders. ‘Considering this particular models… idiosyncrasies... ow!’ she gasped rubbing the tender spot on her ass where the Serf had pinched her. ‘You’ve been given a special trial period of one month,’ she went on glaring at the impishly grinning boy. ‘If you should decide to return him,’ she said moving away so he couldn’t pinch her again ‘… at any time,’ she ground out. ‘Please feel free to call the number on the card,’ she said offering said card to Hiiro as she spoke. ‘I’m sure that won’t be necessary,’ Hiiro chuckled placing his hand on the small of the Serf’s back as he guided him towards the door, an action that both delighted and alarmed Quatre at the same time. ‘Take the card,’ the girl insisted pushing it into his hand with that harried expression on her face again. ‘I’ll need a name before you go,’ she told him lifting her clip board again. ‘For the registry,’ she explained. Hiiro paused to look at his new charge. It was common knowledge that when purchasing one the owner was expected to name it as well as provide it with whatever attire they deemed appropriate but for the life of him Hiiro couldn’t bring himself to choose so he decided to ask instead. ‘What’s your name?’ Both Hilde and Quatre gaped at him for having done such a thing but the blond boy’s head just about exploded when the Serf smiled and replied. ‘Duo.’ ‘Duo,’ Hiiro parroted returning the grin. ‘I can’t put that down,’ Hilde hissed at the chuckling Serf. ‘Then just put Max for the record,’ the boy advised. If it seemed odd that a Serf was telling a human how to run its business the only one that really noticed was Quatre. This was a very strange Serf indeed. There was little time for the two to get acquainted before their first assignment together. The main reason the Japanese boy had agreed to this was due to the fact that he couldn’t really complete his next mission on his own and he certainly wasn’t looking forward to trying to tolerate another human while buried in the brush of the Brazilian jungle for a week. As least with the Serf he was ultimately in control. He didn’t have to worry about it being lonely or hurting its feelings when he was feeling particularly unsociable. Actually, he didn’t see his new companion’s presence as a problem at all. Without the prospect of emotionally bruising the boy he was feeling pretty well relaxed, not to mention he found him delightfully amusing. He laughed lightly again as Duo ran his hand down the neatly arranged key rings hanging beside the door to his apartment making them tinkle a merry song as he passed by. ‘Are you going somewhere?’ Duo asked spotting the already packed luggage by the bed. ‘We’re due in Brazil tomorrow night,’ Hiiro informed him. ‘But... I haven’t a thing to wear,’ the longhaired boy sighed dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead like a damsel in distress. He had a point. The black jeans and ebony shirt he was wearing weren’t going to take him very far since it was all he owned in the world. ‘We’ll have to pick you something up at the airport in the morning,’ Hiiro suggested. ‘I think my stuff will be too big for you,’ he surmised sizing up the boys thin waist. ‘We can go shopping once we arrive,’ he added wondering what styles might look nice on him. ‘Should I make something to eat?’ Duo asked peeking into the all but empty refrigerator. ‘I haven’t shopped since I’ll be gone for a week,’ Hiiro replied then added as an afterthought came to mind. ‘Do you eat regular food?’ he asked having neglected to study up on the details of caring for a Serf. ‘Yes,’ Duo told him rubbing his empty belly. ‘My bio-regenerator’s use food just like a human body,’ he explained. ‘Are you hungry?’ ‘Starved,’ Duo replied poking his head back into the empty appliance in the hope he might discover something other than the half jar of pickles and crusty looking foil wrapper. This was a little more complicated than Hiiro had first thought. ‘We can order something in,’ he told him feeling a tad empty himself. ‘Do you have a preference?’ ‘Chinese?’ Duo suggested plopping down on the bed. Hiiro paused; it hadn’t crossed his mind until that moment that he only had the one bed. Hm... ‘Do you sleep?’ ‘Don’t you know anything about Serf’s?’ Duo chuckled, the absent expression in Hiiro’s blue eyes making him laugh lightly before going on ‘Yes… I sleep. I’m just like a human,’ he told him lying back on the bed to stretch out luxuriously. It wasn’t until that moment that the fact that Serf’s were as close to human as the creators could manage really hit him. That included their bodies. All of their bodies. Even the ..insides….It hadn’t occurred to him that he had the right to actually have sex with his new companion. He found his company agreeable and needed an assistant but the thought of using him in that way hadn’t really come to mind until he saw him there, sprawled all over his bed with his belly button peeking out looking like a wet dream. He wasn’t really too sure how he felt about that revelation. Especially, considering Duo was male, so he decided to turn his attention towards ordering the food instead. It was remarkable how much his Serf could eat. He supposed it must be nice to be able to pack it in like that and not have to worry about his weight. He certainly showed no signs of such a healthy appetite. Duo’s knowledge of photography which was Hiiro’s profession impressed the Japanese boy. He also found his mathematical skills invaluable. It became apparent he’d over packed as he wouldn’t need many of the gizmo’s he usually carried along with Duo around so he took some time to reconfigure his bags. The sleeping arrangements had toddled around in his head while he finished up some of the paperwork for their trip. Duo had grown so quite in the latter part of the evening he almost forgot he was there, the reason for his silence presenting itself when Hiiro looked up to find him dozing peacefully in his bed. He entertained the thought of waking him and making him a pallet on the floor but he looked so sweet lying there in the slightly too big pajama bottoms Hiiro had loaned him he just didn’t have the heart to disturb him. The pallet was half made for himself before a little voice in the back of his mind whispered ‘why?’ This was his apartment, it was his bed and Duo wasn’t a real person, he belonged to him just the same as the toaster and the half jar of pickles in the fridge. It wasn’t as if the boy was going to be offended if Hiiro slept with him. His decision made, he folded up the blanket he’d been spreading on the floor and went to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes kept gravitating back to where Duo lay slumbering contentedly, his breath low and even as he hugged his pillow. Gods, he was so damn cute! Hiiro had to remind himself this was acceptable several times to help stop his hands from sweating. It was really a very strange feeling to find himself attracted to someone in this way but he couldn’t deny that Duo definitely affected him. The fact that his two best friends in the world were gay didn’t seem quiet so odd all of a sudden. Apparently, he was so inclined himself, he’d just never met anyone that suited him until now. That was a disturbing thought. He tucked that one away before it could breed and squeezed in beside his new assistant. His head hadn’t even hit the pillow before Duo scootched in snuggling up to his side like a little kitten. Make that a big kitten with incredibly soft skin. It felt as real as Hiiro’s own which concerned him until he recalled what Duo had said earlier about having bio-regenerators. Exactly what a Serf was and how they were put together wasn’t something he was really all that familiar with. He supposed they were a little like a personal computer you could… well... sleep with among other things. Feeling Duo laying warm by his side made him rethink that assessment however. Whatever the case he wasn’t about to complain. It was a little awkward at first but Duo was so comfortable and content with the situation it wasn’t long before he found himself relaxing and enjoying the contact. He really had to hand it to the creators; everything about Duo was pleasant in his opinion. His appearance was amazing, his expression and manor amusing, his skills superb, he even felt warm and alive as he curled up closer to Hiiro’s body. Soft breath, an intoxicating scent and even a gentle heart beat. Hm. No. This was no machine. Whatever technology went into making them it went far beyond anything that Hiiro had even thought possible. It was no wonder they were so popular. All this and as an owner you could do anything you wanted to them, fulfill your wildest fantasies and have all your domestic chores done for you as well and all with a clean conscience. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep with Duo cuddled happily under his arm, his warm chestnut head pillowed on his chest. This was more than he could have hoped for to be honest. If things kept going this well, who knew? He might be able to relax enough to allow for a more intimate relationship with his Serf. The idea definitely held promise. ~ * ~ tbc... |
