Disclaimers: I don't own any of the following characters: Yatta yatta.

A/N: Well, this is new for me. blinks this'll have many chapters that will be longer than or as short as this one. Hopeful I will not have many grammatical mistakes either, as I'm using Microsoft Word! Anyway, I have a plot in mind, but you'll have to read to figure that out. wink Won't tell you what pairing either.

Women and Men

It wasn't the cold that was making him shiver, far from it. He was so hot his palms were beginning to sweat. The shiver that was coursing through him was from those colorless eyes staring straight at him. The eyes that was as colorless as a glass of water. They could look through a person's soul and heart; see what they were thinking before they could even begin to think it. Eyes that burned themselves into ones brain and made them always remember. Those eyes had haunted him since the war. Never did he think he'd have to see them again. Damn…

They belonged to someone named Milliardo Peacecraft. Here he was, the Prince of the United Earth Sphere Alliance standing in his office. Who was he? He was ambassador of all those lost on L-5 during the war. He was the sole heir of that colony cluster, the only surviving member. He was Chang Wufei, war hero and work-a-holic. His deep brown eyes stared into those pale ones as he worked his jaw to say something. Nothing came from his roughed, chapped lips. Finally, he had to look to the side to clear his head enough to think properly.

Peacecraft had just proposed an interesting idea to him, and for the life of him, Wufei couldn't remember what it was. He was wracking his brain, trying to remember one sentence of what he'd said, but all he could think about was how he'd killed this man's closest friend.

"Wufei, you're distracted." It was a statement, not a question. "Perhaps I should come back another time?" He watched as Wufei watched him push his fair silver bangs out of his eyes. Something was going on with this little China man.

Wufei shook his head, once again attempting to clear it. "I'm sorry, Mr. Peacecraft." He said curtly, giving a small bow out of old habits. It was hard to drive something out of someone once it had been beaten into his head. "No, another time wouldn't be any good to me. I'm quite busy with conducting business with the Preventers." Of course, he couldn't give away his orders now, could he? "I'll be going out of state for a while. Now is the best time."

He looked down at his desk and to the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out. He hated paperwork such as this, but he could do nothing about it. With one last mental sigh, Wufei pushed the paper work into a folder and put it in a pile of folders at the corner of his desk. "If you wouldn't mind starting from the beginning; I'd like to help you."

Of course you would.

Milliardo cleared his throat and nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I was saying that Relena sees it best if I have a small guard with me at all times. I am in need of the Preventers finest, she says. I say maybe one or two armed persons will be sufficient until I return."

"Two it is. I see no need in sending a small guard. I think she forgets- " He cut himself short. He wasn't going to take that trip down memory lane. "Do you have any one in mind?"

Milliardo gave him a smirk and nodded. "Officers 0439 and 0440."

Wufei stared at him a moment before it clicked in his head. "Sally and I?" he asked, placing his hands on the desk, palm flat, and pushing himself out of his chair. "You wish Sally and me to accompany you on business matters? Surely there are some underlings you happen to take notice of?"

"You two happen to be the best I've seen since the war days, Captain Chang. Surely you know that yourself. Oh, I forgot. You're a modest person, a scholar still, hm?" There was a tone that struck a nerve in Wufei. Milliardo could tell by the way his left eyebrow twitched.

"….It seems I have no choice. Very well, I shall inform Sally. When will you be needing us?"

"I leave for Hong Kong tomorrow." As Milliardo rose, Wufei took note of that self-assured smirk on the other's face. That was never a good thing. "I'll be seeing you at the airport at six a.m. sharp. No later or you'll miss your flight."

With that, Milliardo turned and walked away.

Wufei let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose, fighting back an oncoming headache. "Great. Hong Kong with a women and a womanizer."