Hihi! Welcome to my tiny little realm. This story contains yaoi (malexmale) therefore please leave if it discontents you as I am not here to entertain your homophobic thoughts.

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.

Future Pairings: 1x2x5, 3x4

This story is completely done in Duo's first point of view.

Chapter 1

"You're an idiot, Maxwell!" Scowled the chinese descendent.

I grinned back at him. "What? What did I do, Wu-man?" I feigned innocence, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Ooh, he looks ready to burst with that tomato coloured face and furious narrowed eyes in 3, 2, 1...

"Damn you Maxwell! It's Wufei, or has that goddamn brain of yours suddenly disappear?" Then his rage seemed to have become nonexistent as he smirked at me with an air of obnoxiousness. "Then again, you never had that much of a brain to begin with."

I pouted at him then smiled triumphantly. "At least I'm not the one with the pink coloured pants!" I stuck out my tongue and ran around the side of the table not occupied by him and into my room.

"Maxwell!" The loud footsteps outside the door followed by hard thumps on the door made me laugh out loud.

"He's currently busy right now, please come back after the beep!" I called out, moving towards my stereo and turned on my favourite loud and crass songs. I plopped down onto the twin bed and shoved the sheets to the side. I hummed along with the song before closing my own eyes and sang along, even though the music was near end.

"Our boys have gone away, our boys

Our boys have gone away.

Our men have returned all tattered and burned

Our men have returned, amen.

User, abuser, the conquering man makes use of spoils of war,

Confirming the glory, the woman is raped and the soldiers rename her as 'whore',

Their bodies are torn and disfigured in their heads life is never the same,

From the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain,

Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears,

His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears,

His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies,

The pin-up remains ever after immortal as all around dies.

Our boys have gone away,

Our boys, our boys have gone away.

Our men have returned all tattered and burned,

Our men have returned, amen, amen,...

"Amen," I finished off, holding my cross against the sunlight streaming through the open window. I gave my cross a sad smile, it was sad that the lyrics caught my thoughts so well. "Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears/His body confused and still frightened turns from the truth that he fears/His friends that were killed for the reason of war that is fought over lies," I whispered to myself and carefully wind my hair around my wrist.

"Duo! Duo!" the voice cried, hardly loud enough to be heard over the song.

I grimaced and released my grip on my braid and wiped the edge of my eyes before standing up to shut off the music. "Yeah? Who's it?"

"It's Quatre! Dinner's ready!"

I slammed the door open and smiled cheekily at him, pretty sure all redness was gone from my face by now. "That's great! I'm starving!"

The blond let out a generous amount of laughter. "You always are, Duo! Your parents must have paid a lot in order to feed you every day!"

I blinked back my surprise and grinned at him. "Yeah, they would have paid a lot in order to feed me, wouldn't they?"

We walked into the kitchen and I made sure to stay as far away from Wufei as possible. I liked my braid, thank you very much, and would like to keep it until the day I die.

"Duo, you say that as though you don't really know. Too busy eating to ask them?" he joked.

I wouldn't really know, I don't have any parents I wanted to say. "Uh, yeah, you could say that." Considering how little I ate back then my current habits are explainable, but they didn't need to know that. Why should they care?

"Hmph," snorted Wufei who took a seat across from me -and glaring-, "I feel bad for the people who had to feed you."

A pang hit me hard and I clenched my fists under the table. Solo and Sister Helen flashed through my thoughts momentarily before I smiled cheekily at him. He doesn't know, the mantra ran through my head. "Eh," I shrugged my shoulders, relaxing my hands. "They were pretty awesome people."

My stomach growled then, and I laughed loudly. Time to change the subject. "Sooo, who's turn is it to cook today? It's not Heero, is it?" A look of terror crept on my face. Perfect soldier he may be, but Perfect Chef he is not. Either he over-seasons or he under-seasons.

Quatre giggled, most likely at my expresion, and said "No, it's Trowa's turn today." I sighed in relief and sunk into my chair.

"Hn," came the grunt next to me and I glanced over only to come face to face to his glare. I nearly jumped out of my seat in fear.

"Woah! I didn't mean to insult your cooking or anything, Hee-chan. It's just, ya know, you could do a little better with the seasonings?" I scratched the back of my head and laughed nervously, eyeing Quatre with a "Help me!" look who politely overlooked it. Traitor! "So, uh, any new missions lately?"

Heero stared at me before rolling his eyes. "Une wants you in her office later," he states quietly. "Don't be late, alright?"

I smiled at his progress. It's been a couple of months after the two wars finished, and we finally decided (altogether) to live in the same house. It's more convenient for us all. I went to L2 for awhile, but it just didn't feel right. Heero, who secretly shadowed over Relena, deemed she was safe from threats after an attack on her was stopped by her bodyguards. Together we joined the Preventers, and invited Wufei to come and live with us, having not been used to being just the two of us in a big house. Surprisingly enough, he agreed. I guess even he didn't want to be alone despite his lone wolf image. Quatre joined after a month, unable to get used to the different environment in the business world and invited Trowa along. They too joined Preventers, not being able to get rid of their old habits.

"Not to worry, when have I ever been late?" I grinned as I heard him snort, before mockingly placed my hand against my chest. "Why, I'm offended!"

"No one's falling for your act, Maxwell," Wufei bites out, even as his lips quirked up at the end.

"You're so mean, Wu-Wu!" I cried out, "Hee-chan, tell him to stop being so mean!"

"Stop calling me those horrendous nicknames, or I swear I will-!"

"Wu-Wu! Wu-wu!"

"-Cut off your braid!" He roared loudly, picking up the fruit knife from the table.

I widened my eyes and grabbed his hands, trying to wrestle the knife out of his grip.

"Let go, Maxwell!" He was glaring laser beams at me, and I glared back.

"No! You let go first!"

"Why don't you both let go!" Heero bellows, taking it out of both our hold easily, scaring the fuck out of me (and Wufei too, if the slight enlargement of his eyes say anything).

Quatre decided to interject then. "Alright, break it up; Trowa's about done with breakfast."

I forget about the plight just then, and gave out a loud whoop. "Ye-hah! Come to papa!"

"Disgusting," I heard Wufei mumble, but decided to ignore that little comment just this once and readied myself for the grub, then later for the meeting with the Dragon Lady.

Song is called Immortal Death by Crass.

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