I was inspired to write this by an image on Deviantart titled 'Evening Gov' .com/art/Evenin-guv-83522866. and I up and decided to write this. Haven't done a GW fic in forever, I hope you like it.

He's coming down my alley. He doesn't know it's my alley today. He doesn't waste his thoughts on it I'm sure. A nobleman of his stature even acknowledging there were street cretins like me in the alleys at all, and that we systematically work them, why it would smudge his record. I don't know where he is going but he usually comes through this sector of town this time of day. Probably going to run the court or buy out an entire gallery or whatever rich snooty men do at two in the afternoon.

I hear the tap of his cane…no, it's not a tap it's deeper than that, not quite a thud. Not a stomp. A… beat… a rap, a knock… Ah, I see. You didn't expect a street rat like me to have such a vocabulary, am I right? I'm smarter than I look, lady. Yeah keep moving, take your kid too. That woman is always here to buy for her husband and gives me this weird look. She seems fascinated by how me and my gang still manage to exist here in these alleyways. She always rushes away with her young son before her curiosity gets a chance to ask me something. I laugh. Heaven forbid if she spoke so much as a word to me, her hubby would probably beat her within an inch of her life.

Ah, here he comes. He passes her and heads down the row of cobblestones without missing a beat. He is looking down, not making any eye contact. Perhaps he knows I am here, or maybe he is exactly like his rich façade. He doesn't care. He'll certainly care when I come tonight. I never told my boys, but I've been hitting up Yuy's mansion for years now. He came for my…services a few years back. I about flipped my lid when he did it too. A snooty rich brat? Coming for sex from a lowly street barnacle? (See, bigger vocabulary than you expected, lady!) Didn't he have his pick of suitable mates? I realized quickly that he did have the cream of the crop at his disposal, but there was that one itsy bitsy detail about being gay that didn't quite fit in. It was the thing that got me to agree to show up at his place at night, so no one knew. It showed me something I don't think most my boys understand. The rich, or at least that rich boy, has problems just like us.

We are in poverty and he is a closet homosexual, either of us gets too out and loud and we'll get hanged. So he came to me and we've been, ah, helping each other. I found out quickly that Heero Yuy was a very learned man in the ways of anatomy. I didn't have to teach him much, to my surprise. I found the rich are not any less lewd than the poor they just have the money to hide it. He also turned out to be very sexually frustrated. I had to sit on ice for about a week after his first night out. The boys and the passersby thought nothing of it. Our gang often had to make a living wage by whoring itself out. Sure it's disgusting to many, but that's expected of street trash. Anyway, I guess this is where I tell you that I took a liking to him and him to me. I guess that's true. He hasn't called for anyone but me before… I've lent myself out to others though. Hey, the highest bidder goes, but *ahem* Mr. Yuy had his set schedule with me. He's an ongoing customer of mine. I sometimes wonder, when he takes these slow deliberate strolls down our alleys, if he is trying to say something. Is this really just a shortcut or is he trying to make his presence known? Riding his carriage before us would be easier. Maybe he just secretly wishes he was one of us.

I know what you're thinking 'oh! How cute! I want to write a novel about this! Forbidden love… how sweet.' First off, you don't even know. Second, I don't love him and I am pretty sure he doesn't love me. I just find it amusing to see him acting so dignified. I've seen him down low and I have felt him from behind, that man is not dignified when it comes to getting something he wants. He's been wanting more and more these days, I wonder if my other exploits have been making him jealous. Serves him right, I don't know why, I just always liked pushing people's buttons. He passes by me, only a few feet from where I sat on my box. I could feel the breeze from his coat flowing back as he passed. I thought briefly of my hands sliding up those legs later tonight, my mouth following my fingers. His breath catching as I start my work. I turned and flipped my hand up.

"Evenin' Gov." He looked up from his pocket watch, leering down at me through slit eyes. He understands what I said was not a greeting but a confirmation. He snaps his watch closed and raises his head up, properly snooty. He nods curtly but says nothing as he heads down the alley. His elaborate cane sounding on the stone 'knock…knock…knock' I turn back to face the street, smirking. I look through the crowds for someone else to mooch off of before my appointment tonight.