A.N. hey guys sorry about the updates on my other fics, but I am working on them I swear! This fic is for a contest at my schools anime club, I already have the end written and I just had to write the first chapter. My friend Synth actually gave me the idea for the fic and it was just to kawaii to pass up. So here is my newest fic. Read and Enjoy. And keep an eye out for updates on 'Somewhere between heaven and hell' very soon Ou yes, and Gundam Wing does not belong to me, so don't sue me ;; I am just writing for enjoyment :D)

Just Like Magic

Heero stumbled through the door of his apartment, his button down white shirt buttoned uneven and his pants stained with something god only knows. He had just come back from a date with some girl; he couldn't even really remember her name. Teresa? Yeah I think that is what it was. Anyway, back to Heero who was fumbling around in the kitchen.

"I can't believe this!" he slammed his hand down on the counter. "Rejected, again! That's it, no more women for me!" he stomped over to his refrigerator and opened the door furiously. He ran his hand through his already messy chocolate brown hair and stared at the almost empty shelves. Great, he would need to go shopping for food again too, wonderful.

"Well, at least there is still some beer in here." He reached into the back and grabbed a bottle. He looked at it. He reached back in a grabbed the other six bottles that were in the fridge. He shut the door with his foot and walked out into the tiny front room. He plopped down on the cloth, hole-ridden sofa and popped open one of the bottles and drank the whole thing it what seemed like one gulp.

"Ahhhh, that feels good," he said as Heero tossed the bottle behind him, not even caring that it shattered all over the floor. Leaning back into the couch he grabbed the next one and drank it. Then the next, four beers later he was falling over on the couch laughing at nothing, his deep blue eyes glazed as he became stoned drunk. He tossed the half full bottle onto the floor and reached for the last bottle, laughing all the while. He picked up the bottle and looked at it. He squinted and brought it towards his face.

"Wh..atssss.ttthhisss thinkkkgg..?" Heero slurred as he brought it closer and further from his face trying to see the bottle more clearly.

"aahhhh.wwhatt tthhheee ffuvvkkk.." He popped open the cap. Instead of the normal fizzing noise he usually got, a big think cloud of purple smoke poured out of the bottle. Heero coughed and waved his hand in front of his face.

"Wha is goin onn!" Heero coughed again. He could swear he was hearing, jingling noises? Heero squinted into the purple cloud that now covered his whole front room. As he stared into the cloud a sudden face popped out of it.

"Hello!" the voice happily squealed

"Ahhhggg," Heero yelled as he stood up and turned to run, but him in his drunken state only tripped over the couch, falling on his face. The figure walked around to the other side of the couch and squatted in front of Heero jingling all the while.

"Hey, are you ok?" The person said.

His only reply was a muffled something.

"Hey, come on, get up," the figure started poking Heero, who waved his hand around trying to smack the hand away, and it would have worked if Heero was actually aiming towards the person instead of the floor.

The person huffed, "Ok fine, I'll pick you up myself," then Heero felt a sharp tug and he was now staring the figure in the face. Although, to Heero, the 'figure' was just two, no three blurry things.

"Whooo is yooou alllll and what isssss you doing in my houssse?" Heero slurred once again stumbling around trying to stand up right.

The figure covered his mouth as in shock the little bells that hung off his ears jingled as he moved.

"I am so sorry master! I didn't even introduce myself!" he bowed. "My name is Trowa," he smiled.

Heero just stared blankly at Trowa; it took him a while to register it, did he just.call me master?

"Wait. What did yooou alll jussst call mee?" Heero spoke dumbfounded

"Why master of course," Trowa answered tilting his head to the side.

Heero blinked a few times, sure he may be drunk, but he didn't think he was THAT drunk. First he is hearing things, then seeing things, and then he thinks that these visions are calling him master. He shook his head as best coordinated as he could.

"I-I don't undeersssstand."

"You freed me from my bottle, you are my master," Trowa spoke again

"I freed yoou from wha?" Heero was so confused

"I am a genie, you freed me from my bottle, and you are my master till all of your wishes are gone." Trowa tried to explain as clearly as he could.

"G-genie?" ok now he was out of it.

"Yup," Trowa smiled again, and Heero fainted, or passed out. Trowa stared down at Heero who was snoring rather loudly.

"Hm, I guess he had a really long day," Trowa bent down and picked Heero up, Trowa flung his arm around Heero's waist and placed Heero's arm around his neck.

"Ok, off to bed with you master…. Master…erm, oh, he never told me his name. Oh well, when he wakes up I will ask," Trowa said happily as he carried Heero to the little room in the corner of the apartment. Trowa was taken aback when he stepped on something sharp. "Ouch! What in the world was that?" he looked down and saw shards of glass coating the floor.

"Well, this is rather dangerous," Trowa snapped his fingers and the glass shards disappeared. "Much better," he smiled. He finally managed to drag Heero all the way to him bed and set him down, he dropped on the bed like a ton of bricks, and he dragged Trowa with him. Trowa tried pushing Heero off of him, but it only succeeded in having Heero snuggle closer to Trowa, he blushed and looked down at Heero. A small snore made its way from Heero's lips…his beautiful lips. Trowa blushed again and mentally slapped himself for thinking such thoughts about his new master. Trowa finally managed to pull himself free of Heero's grasp and drag him near the head of the bed and wrapped him in the sheets; luckily, his new master was a very heavy sleeper. Heero began snoring again tossing and turning on the bed.

"Well, at least he is sleeping well," Trowa said as he walked quickly back into the front room before his hormones got the better of him and he just jumped back into the bed with the other boy.

'No no Trowa! Bad thoughts! You can't think things like this,' he closed his eyes tightly; wishing he didn't have such a sexy master, how in the world was he going to do this? He wasn't supposed to fall for people…this just didn't make any sense. He shook his head and stopped by the couch. He looked down and saw a small black thing. He bent over and picked it up, the tiny bells jingling as he did so. He examined it, turned it upside down, a bunch of small coins fell out of it, and Trowa looked at them funny. He bent down and picked up each of the coins one at a time examining each one as he did so. Trowa put the coins on the table in front of the couch.

"I wonder what those are," Trowa said to himself, he would just have to ask his master in the morning. He finally opened it up the little black thing he held in his hand, and saw a picture of his new master on a tiny plastic card. He squinted at the tiny print written on it.

"H-Heero Yuy…Heero Yuy! That is his name! Heero!" Trowa smiled and he set the mysterious black object down on the table next to the coins and walked back to the room hesitantly where Heero was sprawled over the bed snoring happily.

"Goodnight Heero, I will be here when you wake up," Trowa said softly and he settled himself in the chair next to his bed and fell asleep.