Title: For the Love of Monkey [Untitled]

Author: Madisonne

Part: 2/?

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.

Notes: This is a very silly little addition to the story... The next installment won't be so... Weird? :-(...

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Zechs was jogging around the campus one morning to burn off stress and extra energy when he heard a heart-rending mewl. Stopping in the middle of the trail, much to the dismay of other runners on the trail, he sought out the soft cry. Kneeling in the middle of a bunch of briars, he saw the source of the whimper, a small dog, a Lakeland terrier by the looks of it.

The scrawny creature had obviously been abandoned by its previous owner, but, other than a few scratches, seemed unharmed. Sighing in relief, he lifted the dog out from the patch of prickles and wrapped the animal in his sweat-shirt tenderly. The only response the animal made was to squirm into a comfortable lump in the material and fall quickly asleep.

Careful not to jog the little bundle, he carried the dog back to his dorm room, which was deserted, a trail of books and papers belying his room-mate's hasty exit earlier that day. He left the animal on his bed with a half-hearted stern instruction not to get into any trouble and headed for the pet store in the city to buy a couple of staples for his new pet.

Upon his return an hour later, he saw that his room-mate had come home and was none too happy with his new acquisition.

"Get away!" The boy shrieked from his perch on the desk at the curious dog on the floor.

"Uhm, is there a problem?" Zechs asked as he deposited the bag and his car keys on the dresser. He went over to the dog and picked it up, cuddling it in his arms. "Did Monk-monk here startle you?"

"Monk-monk?"

"Well, his name is really Monkey. Because he's such a little imp." He smiled at the wriggling dog. "Aren't you?"

"Is he... Uhm... Staying?"

"Of course. His owners left him out in the cold." He put the dog back down and began to unpack the food he'd bought for the animal.

"I'm sorry, man, but I just can't deal with this..." He started backing out of the room. "You're gonna have to find a new room-mate. This is just... Too much."

Zechs frowned. "You don't have to leave. It's just a dog."

"That's exactly my point! I really, really don't like dogs..." He opened the door. "I'll go get my room changed." He slammed the door shut behind himself.

"What a weird little boy." He shrugged. "Well, Monk-Monk, let's get you fed, huh?"

The dog's ears perked up as he heard the word 'food'.

Zechs laughed and poured out some dry food for the animal and watched as Monkey ate it eagerly.

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