LETTERS FROM DUO
(Sidefic series
for the Death and the Dragon Arc)
By: Mel and
Christy
Warnings: Fluff!
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Treize
eyed his computer suspiciously. His e-mail icon didn't normally bounce up and
down at the bottom of the screen, and he was sure he hadn't programmed
the computer to wolf-whistle at him when the 'New E-mail' message came up.
Considering that he'd just come from the command center, where increasingly
hysterical technicians were trying to get the main computer to stop displaying
little chibi pictures, he thought he had a good idea of who was
responsible.
*Little chibi pictures of me... in drag,* he
thought, mouth quirking up involuntarily. *Only Maxwell would even consider
it. What else has he got in store for me? It's not like him to e-mail me just to
gloat.*
Sighing, he leaned forward and clicked 'open
message'.
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FROM: GOD-OF-DEATH@UNDERWORLD.COM
SENT:
14:38 May 06, 196AC
< NO FURTHER MESSAGE DATA>
---message
begins---
Treize-man! How's it hanging? I'd apologise for the whole
desecration of your pictures thing, but since I don't lie, I've got to admit I
had too much fun making them. I can send you the program if you want. Anyway,
getting to the point, when is Une-chan's birthday? ('Chan'... wonderful word. I
still have to thank Heero for teaching me that one.) I can't exactly throw her a
suitable birthday bash if I don't know when it is, now can I?
You can
reach me at the above address. Don't bother trying to find me through it, though
-- it'll never work.
So, tell me Une's birthday, 'k? It's not like I'm
asking for your sexual preferences or the latest blueprints to your new mobile
suits -- though you can give them to me if you want! Save me having to trash
more of your assets to get them!
Thanks man!
Duo
Maxwell.
P.S. You've got to tell me -- Zechs is really a peroxide blond,
isn't he?
---message ends---
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Treize sat looking
at the screen for a moment, one eyebrow raised, and then snorted. *I think
he's actually serious... well, as serious as he ever gets. He has been
leaving presents for Une when he breaks into bases; perhaps this is just one
more step in his campaign to cheer her up?*
*It might even work.
She certainly isn't going to do anything special for her birthday if she isn't
forced to...*
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FROM: Kushrenada.T@OZ.org
TO:
GOD-OF-DEATH@UNDERWORLD.COM
SENT: 15:57 May 06, 196AC
SUBJECT: Requested
information.
---message begins---
Mr. Maxwell,
Lady Une's
birthday is on July 23rd. I trust I can rely on you to see that it is properly
celebrated this year. Upon reflection, however, I believe I would rather not
send you copies of blueprints or other classified information; I would feel
obligated to charge myself with treason. As for my sexual preferences, all I am
willing to say is, 'Not you'.
Treize Kushrenada.
P.S. To the best
of my knowledge, improbable as it may seem, Zechs does not
bleach.
---message ends---
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Treize clicked 'send'
with a decisive gesture, and sat back. *Hopefully that will keep Maxwell
occupied -- and satisfied -- for at least a little while,* he mused. *I
won't warn Une; she'd try to trap him, and I think this is one mission he should
be allowed to get away with.*
*I do hope he isn't going to
make a habit of e-mailing me, though! It could be rather hard to explain if
anyone else found out...*