Obsession
By: Madisonne
Part: 1/1
Warnings: Fluff, weirdness, obsessions
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does NOT belong to me... (Damn, damn, damn...) No infringement on the rights of the owners of said anime intended. Don't sue me, suing isn't nice. As for the fic, don't steal it! Criticism accepted (feed me feed-back at Fire_Elf_Rei@hotmail.com!!!), flames laughed at.
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Panting, he leaned against the cool wall, cursing his dumb luck, and his apparent inability to lose his pursuers. 'Maybe if I'm really quiet....' He heard feet slapping against the unforgiving floor and took off again down the corridor.
"There he is!" He heard his pursuers yell.
"Damn!" He'd been spotted. His shoes slipped on the slick floor, causing him to slide into the adjacent wall. "God damn shit bloody fucking hell..." He grumbled loudly, while using the wall into which he'd fallen as a lever to shoot himself back off down the hall-way.
Seeing an opportunity to shake the pursuing group, he ran into a seemingly deserted room. Once there, though, he realized that a meeting was going on. "Sorry sir, ma'am..." He vaulted onto the table, ran down the length, and jumped back off at the nearest door.
Once inside, he realized that he was trapped in a maintenance room. He swore violently, then tore back into and through the meeting room, leaving out the back door.
He made it out into the main hall-way, but his pursuers had split up and were now coming at him from all sides. The group tackled him and went down in a tangle of arms, legs, hands, etc.
"Zechs! We finally caught up with you!" A particularly buoyant young officer squealed.
They bound up their "prize" and began dragging him off.
Noin smiled down at the struggling man. "I get to play with his hair first. Perhaps I'll weave ribbons into it. Or little flowers!"
Zechs' screams echoed down the corridor.
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