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Chapter 1: You Are Your Worst Critic

Duo Maxwell nervously tugged on his tie as he waited for the Preventer agents to meet with him. Raised on L2 and then finally sent to Earth a short time ago, this was his first voluntary meeting with a member of this law enforcement agency. Hopefully, these agents aren't as corrupt as the ones on L2, he thought anxiously. Running a hand over his foot long braid, a gleaming chestnut color that always drew the eyes of both men and women alike, he adjusted the tie on the end.

Really, this is my last hope, he miserably thought, wincing at the reminder of his past attempts at dealing with his problem. The locals hadn't cared at all and the cops on L2 had been less than sympathetic. I don't know what I will do if they refuse to help me.

Duo straightened as best he could when the doorknob suddenly turned and an agent a few inches taller than him entered the room. That was quick. Usually I have to wait much longer than this. Shortly after the first agent, came a second, and Duo felt his breath catching in his throat when he realized exactly how good looking they were. One sat at the table and the other leaned against the nearby wall, holding a folder in his hands. I bet those were previous reports from the other police officers, he mentally groaned. Great, a nutcase before I even open my mouth. Wonderful.

The clearing of a throat brought Duo's attention to the agent at the table across from him. The unbelievable features across from him, eerily similar to a rather imposing statue he had seen recently, made him want to start drooling. He resisted, but only barely, with the reminder that he was here for serious business, not the acquisition of eye candy. But really, those intense deep blue eyes were really testing his limits.

"So, what has brought you to the Preventers today, Mr. Maxwell?" The agent's voice was precise, as if he had a much more pressing engagement at the moment and would prefer to not be attending this little meeting at all. "Duo, please," I hastily responded. "Mr. Maxwell makes me want to look for someone respectable." The agent against the door snorted. Duo couldn't help but sheepishly grin at the automatic statement he'd been making since he was a kid. Can't help but make a fool of myself, can I?

It would really help though, if those two were any less hot. "Well, I seem to have attracted the attention of a stalker. Agent…Yuy?" he questioned, squinting at the nametag pinned to the agent's shirt. "Oh, yes, how remiss of us," the Greek god responded. "I am Yuy and leaning against the wall is Chang, my partner." Silence and then the sounds of papers being flipped came from the nearby wall.

I resisted the urge to gaze at the other agent. Though at this point Duo wasn't sure he could look away from Yuy. It was if he was everything he had always dreamed about in a potential lover. Which was horrible that he was thinking about this now. I'm just desperate, he hastily thought. That's all it is. Haven't gotten laid in a bit. Well, more than a bit, but who really needs to discuss semantics?

"The local police department reported that you couldn't produce enough evidence to prove a stalker. Only a few hang-ups and a note or two," Agent Chang recited. Duo winced at the word-for-word statement that had resorted to his drastic decision to come here. He sighed. "No," he admitted. "I only recently moved here and my stalker seems to have followed me."

"Followed you?" Agent Yuy questioned. "Explain." "It started on L2, really, a few years ago. I don't know who it is or I'm being followed, but I turned in everything I received to the police there. They never really followed up on it and one day the evidence disappeared."

"Six months ago?" "Yes, I don't know how long he's been here, but it's clear he's tracked me down by the few notes I've received. I started getting the hang-ups last month and the notes began appearing last week."

"Why exactly do you think it's a he?" Agent Chang's voice was so smooth and unworried that Duo was almost caught off guard by the unexpected question. "Excuse me?" "You stated that you did not know the identity of your stalker," Agent Yuy stated. "Explain how you assume the person to be a male." "I don't know," he stammered, unused to actual questioning. "The tone of the letters maybe? I just feel that it's a guy."

The partners shared a long unreadable look and then began flipping through papers. Duo was startled to see that Yuy had an identical folder to Chang on the table. How long has that been there? He immediately wanted to smack himself for the idiocy of that thought. Most likely since the agent came in. Shows how good my survival skills are. Not. As he waited, Duo tapped out an absent beat on the glass table.

Finally, the endless paper flipping stopped. Agent Yuy spoke. "Officially, we can do nothing." Duo slumped in resignation, not really surprised. It was a fool's errand to come here and… "However, we can take some steps to make sure that the situation does not continue unobserved." "Meaning?" Duo questioned, looking towards Agent Chang for a less robotic statement. "Meaning, there isn't enough to really do much of anything, not even set up a detail," he admitted. "We can though give you our contact information in case of another message."

Duo perked up. This sounded good. He'd get the phone numbers of two hot guys. Agent Yuy slid a small white card across the table. With a quick glance to the other agent, he took it and noticed a small list of numbers and email addressed practically crammed into the small space. "Here are the various ways to contact us. Those at the top are for immediate emergencies, continuing with less priority as you go down the list."

"Less priority?" he questioned, slightly confused. Couldn't he just call and be done with it? "Yes," Agent Chang stated, picking up the thread of the conversation as he moved away from the wall to stand in front of Duo. He pinned him with a very direct stare. "If the stalker is in front of you with a gun, then feel free to use the top number. However, if you only receive a few hang-ups with some heavy breathing, we will be highly irate if you use anything higher than the bottom numbers." "Remember, we are agents" Agent Yuy continued. "And we know how to hide bodies. If we are pulled out of a critical mission for something that can wait an hour or two, you can go ahead and put yourself on the Missing Person's report."

They truly weren't allowed to threaten civilians like that, were they? One look at their very serious eyes assured him that yes; they were allowed to practically do what they wished. Death threat, noted. Moving on. "I appreciate the help," he choked out, quickly stuffing the card into his inside jacket pocket. He wanted this meeting over. Yesterday.

"Come," Agent Yuy said, rising from his seat. I would be delighted, Duo thought. As long as you help me. Bad Duo! Mentally, he smacked himself as he followed the agent back through the building. Keep your mind out of the gutter and off the agent's ass. His face was flushed red all the way out of the building and all the way home. The card practically burned a hole in his pocket.

"Commander Une will have our heads if she discovers that we took this on," Wufei murmured as they watched the dilapidated little car leave the parking lot. "Then it is best that she does not."

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