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Series: Interfacing
Title: Found
Author: The Czarina Merquise and Artemis
Warning: yaoi lemon including masturbation and rimming, angst, language
Status: Complete - Pairing: 6x2, implied 4+3 and 13x11
Summary: After Heero's self-destruction in Siberia, two young men meet, first in an online chatroom, and then in person at a hotel in Cairo...

"Interfacing: Found"

First Story of the Interfacing Series
by The Czarina Merquise and Artemis

2)

Duo Maxwell was just getting out of the shower after another day "hiding out" in the dusty, hot desert with his new friend and fellow Gundam pilot, Quatre Raberba Winner. The blond Arabian was a welcome change in the lonely life Duo had reluctantly grown accustomed to... and he had been the first of the Gundam pilots to actually accept him.

[Heero was such a jerk. Like it would've killed him to talk to me...] Duo immediately regretted his thought. [But he is dead... committed suicide in Siberia. I still can't believe he actually did it.]

The slender boy padded over to his bed and sat down as he towel dried his long, chestnut hair. "Now what?" he said aloud, his loneliness all too quickly coming back to him. [I like Quatre, but I don't think I can take another evening of him moaning about his boyfriend.]

Duo looked around the comfortable quarters he'd been so generously given by his new friend. Obviously Quatre had a lot of money, and another thing Quatre had that Duo didn't... the thing that really mattered to Duo... was family. Quatre had sisters, lots of sisters, and an army of Maguanacs who served him faithfully and truly adored him.

"He's happy," Duo sighed.

His large, cobalt blue eyes gazed over to the computer on the desk. [I've heard of people connecting that way. Wouldn't that be funny if I found someone on the GlobalNet?!] he thought and chuckled aloud.

Suddenly the idea didn't sound so bad. Even if he just surfed the Net a while, and possibly found a decent chat room to connect with someone for a couple of hours... maybe that'd be enough to sate his loneliness... if only temporarily.

He jumped off the bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then walked over to the desk. Turning on the power, he settled into the chair and waited the few seconds for the system to boot. In just a few short minutes he was looking for a home for the evening... a chat room where he'd find some companionship?... a place to flirt?... a real connection?

"Hey, what's this?" he wondered as his eyes caught sight of a chat room called "M4M w/ LH." [I do like guys with long hair...] "What the heck," he said aloud, joining the chat even as he was laughing at his alias... BraidBoy.


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