Hi there guys! I've been rather interested in the 6X2 fandom for a while but
never tried writing a story for it yet.
Reviews are welcome and I appologize if it's horrible but it's an idea thats
been rattling around in my head lately.

Also if anyone would like to Beta the rest of the chapters for me once I get
them written I would be Most appeciative!

Thanks! Jesheckah

Standard disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Gundam Wing. If I did I proabibly
wouldn't be writing fanfic but forcing people to make me canon episodes with
yummy 6X2 goodness.

Winter at the Sanq Palace was beautiful thought Milliardo Peacecraft, deep in
reflection. He was deep in thought staring out one of the large bay windows the
palace had to the outside world. Windows to peace he liked to think. The deep
snow that was still softly falling after almost four days made the world into a
beautiful winter wonderland, one where for a short while he was able to forgot
the horrors of war and remember his love for this planet. Milliardo's attentions
however were focused on a small scene playing out directly in front of the
window. A young woman and man were frollicing in full court dress in the snow.
The woman screaming threats at the young man. He seemed unphased by the threats
against his braid as he packed large snowballs and lobbed them easily at the
woman.

Milliardo couldn't help chuckling to himself. Cooped up all day as he was by
the responsibilities of a king watching the two dearest friends he had at play
did much for his heart. It had been ten years since he had accepted the throne
and since then he couldn't imagine a bigger change. Gone were his desires for
revenge and his anger. His heart had been gentled by the two in front of him.
Smiling he skimmed the paperwork in front of him again and thought back on when
his education had begun. And an eduction it had been. Though he wouldn't have
admitted it years ago he had been woefully un-educated in how to be human.

Twelve years in the past

Young Zechs Marquise was frustrated, very very frustrated. All of the servants
aboard the Peacemillion had been made aware of this some three days prior and
still the funk in his mood would not lift. Whispered rumors of a fight with Lt.
Noin had been circling like wildfire but most were ignored as she was shut up in
his quarters with him. No-one else had been allowed in, not since that Gundam
Pilot had gotten away. The pilot of 02 had been a throrn in the side of more
than one OZ officer but it seemed with Mr. Marquise it was person, or so it was
whispered among the servants.

Lt. Noin sighed as she watched a security tape for the eleventh time that day.
She was sure she knew everything she could about this tape but she knew that if
she missed anything Zechs would be most displeased with her. His dedication to
finding this pilot was bordering on obcession and she didn't need to guess hard
at the reason. The man on the tape, more of a boy really she reflected, was
gorgeous. His chestnut hair shone in the few lights within the OZ base and his
violet eyes when they settled on the camera took her breath away. Thirty seconds
before he shot out the camera. Thirty Seconds and yet it was the longest footage
they had on the pilot.

"Play it Again." Came the rough growl from Zechs sitting mere feet away from
her toying petulantly with a wine glass's stem. The Oz Commander looked
decidedly frumpy. His clothes looked as if he had slept in them, and Noin would
have believed he did except she knew he didn't sleep at all the night before.
His hair looked as perfect as usual but some of the lustre was gone and without
his usual practiced movements it somehow looked less refined. Noin took in his
appearance again before supressing another sigh and hitting play again.

Zechs was deep in thought. How could this pilot, this 02, get inside
his head so thoroughly. His eyes closed momentarily as the image on the screen
faded again. Three days ago he had seen the boy. He had been on his way to
interrogate a prison and had come across the pilot on his escape. Instead of
stopping the pilot Zechs had stared. Never had he seen such perfect hair before
and the way the boy moved was so incredible it might have been sinful. The young
pilot had winked, called him sexy, given him a resounding kiss on the lips and
then disappeared. He left behind a very confused Zechs Marquise who had a rather
charming blush about him. Noin had commented on the blush and been brushed aside
when Zechs arived back at his quarters and had demanded that all footage of
Pilot 02 be delivered to him as soon as possible.

Three days later and Noin was still going through the footage with him. She
wasn't even sure what he was looking for. All he had told her was "I need more
information." In her thoughts she was cursing the young gundam pilot. If it
weren't for him she might be enjoying a more friendly Zechs' company. Longingly
she thought of the chess games she and Zechs had on a regular basis. To match
wits with this man was one of her biggest pleasures in life.

Zechs was running his fingers over his lips again. The memory of the brief kiss
had stayed with him. It haunted his dreams when he tried to sleep, a searing
heat on his lips and a stirring in his chest. Another two repeats of the footage
and he had to accept that there was no more he could learn about this amazing
pilot. Frustrated he slammed his fists on the sides of his chair and barked out
a terse dismissal to Noin who seemed all too happy to leave him alone. With
Noin gone his view screen had been turned back to one of space and the colonys.
"Where are you..." His fingers returned to his lips as if he could still feel
the boy there. "Where are you my vision" he whispered to the wide expance of
space.

Several Months Later

"It's him!" Zechs' concentration lapsed as he saw the deadly gundam
unstealthing. The machine moving with a practiced grace that showed off the
skills and identity of it's master. "Who sir?" came a reply over his comm
system and Zechs realized he was still on an open channel. Not bothering to
reply Zechs turned off his communication system and took a deep breath. This
duel with pilot 01 was going no-where fast and the Libra's reactor would be
failing at any minute now. His heart caught in his chest as he realized he would
be destroying pilot 02 as well if all went according to plan. Screaming in rage
Zechs disengaged pilot 01 and took off into the main core. He had to get to the
reactor.

His mind raced as he thought of "his vision." The name coming unbidden and in
place of the pilots name, another piece of information he had not been able to
come up with. With minutes to spare he destroyed the reactor and then snuck out.
Now it was up to Libra, there was nothing more he could do. The ship was falling
fast and Zechs sped away even faster. Turning back only once to see the reckless
pilot 01 chasing after the ships remains with his rifle. His vision was safe
and that was all that mattered in his world. "In love with the boy and you have
never even had a conversation with him, some great leader you are" taunted his
brain.

A Year Later

Zechs, no Milliardo, no Agent Wind now, had not expected a warm reception at
the Preventors but this was ridiculous. Sighing he removed the sweaty gym
clothing from his computer station and looked around for something to chuck it
in. His first week with the Preventors had been hectic to say the least. He had
attented more meetings than he cared to think about and had been warned multiple
times that he would be being watched. His skills as a soldier and diplomat were
needed but beyond that he was expendable. The pranks had started out
innoscently enough. Salt in his coffee, silly string all over his chair, that
damnable woopie cushion that kept appearing under his toosh. When he didn't
retaliate it seemed that his tormentors had gotten more bold. Now he held in his
arms the dirty laundry for an entire trainee squad fresh from the gym.

Strangely Zechs still had a smile on his face though. Clutched tightly in one
of his hands was his partner assignment. This morning Une had given him yet
another lecture about his usefulness and how he would be watched like a hawk.
She had then handed him his assignment and he had managed to stammer out a
confused "what." "You didn't think we would assign you just any partner did
you? You are a risk and as such will always be accompanied by one of my best
agents. Agent Shinigami happens to have the best matching qualifications and I
will hear no arguments on this matter." Zechs had barely been able to keep his
joy masked as he bowed and murmored a "yes Ma'am." Once outside her office he
had taken a lunch and spent most of it staring at the paper and eating his food
without tasting it.

Zechs Suddenly remembered that he supposed to be meeting up with his partner in
less than thirty minutes time to move into their new office. He hurridly took
the offending gym clothes to the nearest laundry chute ignoring the round of
chuckles from the offices he passed. Everything they could throw at him was more
than bearable. He would be working with his vision, he would get to see the
impish man in action and be close to him every day. He strode back to his
temporary station and fussed over his appearance before the first actual meeting
with the former Pilot 02 was to take place. Nervously he thought back on the
events that had brought this to pass.

The decision to join the Preventers had not been an easy one. Une had been
pushing rather hard for him to be brought in. She didn't trust him she said and
would prefer to have him somewhere under her command. Noin had tried to
encourage him but Zechs had been set on going to Mars with her. On the day they
were to leave Zechs had woken up late and groggy. Swearing about being drugged
he had almost missed the piece of paper on top of the white envelope. An
enlistment form for the Preventors with information for one "Duo Maxwell,
Codename: Agent Shinigami." Had been left by Noin as well as a letter explaining
that she needed time away from him. She had said she needed time to accept that
her place wasn't with him as much as he was willing to offer it. Partial love,
she said would never make either of them happy.

Snapping back to the future Zechs walked down the Preventors hallway and
towards his future. A bemused smile on his face he strode tall and assured of
himself.

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