Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything else for that matter.

AN: Hello everyone, it has been literally YEARS since I sat down to write a fanfic. Life definitely got in my way but recently I have gone back to reading Gundam Wing and Ranma ½ fan-fiction. I am hoping that my writing has gotten better over the years.

This story I had in my head for a while. I always questioned how did Duo end up on the streets as a young child and this will explore it. It will have 1x2 but I don't know how much at this time.

The town car drove up the long driveway leading to the massive mansion. It pulled around the circular driveway and stopped at the front doors. On the stoop stood a young pretty blonde, waving frantically.

The doors of the town car opened and five young men stepped out.

"HEERO! I am so glad you could make it." Yelled the blonde as she ran toward one of five.

"It's so wonderful isn't?" She asked as she took hold of his arm with a vice grip.

Heero Yuy's response was a simple eye roll and she held his forearm tighter.

"Thank you very much for inviting us to the Gala, Miss Relena." Said Quatre in his most sincere manner. "Normally we are the ones providing security for such an occasion."

"Everyone who is everyone is going to be at this Gala tonight and of course having the Gundam pilots who helped make this a peaceful world HAVE to be invited. Plus, I am still using the Preventers as top security, especially considering what happened to the VanHarmon's family." She stated.

"Why, what happened?" Asked Duo as he poke his head around Heero's other side.

Relena winced back as Duo's violet eyes stared at her. She cleared her throat and started to guide Heero and the other pilots up the front stairs into the mansion.

"I'm surprised you don't know. It happened on your home colony." She said with a bit of disgust, as if it was Duo's fault.

"Currently the only surveying family of the VanHarmon line is Eliza VanHarmon and her son Philip. Her oldest son, Donovan, and his family were sadly in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were killed in a hotel bombing while they were stopping at L2 on the way to L4." Besides Grandmama and Uncle Philip, only second and third cousins remain. She said.

"The Peacecrafts are actually second cousins and that is why Grandmama allowed me to host tonight's Gala here!" She said excitedly. "This Mansion is one of the largest and oldest privately owned houses in North America to this day. It is fabulous." She said as she gestured around the gigantic foyer with crystal chandelier and double split staircase.

"I assume you all have something proper to wear?" She said as she directed her eye as a certain braided boy.

Duo took this opportunity to stick his hands in front pockets and applied his best American Southern accent as he rocked back and forth on his toes. "W'elp, I done brought me my best dress overalls for this shindig."

The other pilots laughed as Relena puffed her chest out.

"I was ONLY implying if anyone needed anything, there is a full concierge service that could get you anything you need for tonight." She retorted.

"Do not worry Miss Peacecraft." Responded Wufei controlling his laughter, "We are all prepared for tonight."

Duo hummed a little song as he patted down his long wet locks with the big fluffy white towel. He kept remembering the last few moments of a dream he had from his earlier nap. The towel around his waist was so large it hung down to his toes. He was technically an adult but his body has yet to realize that and a growth spurt was hopefully around the corner. He had grown some, but wasn't much taller than he was when he piloted DeathScythe a few years prior. As he started to brush out the tangles in his hair a knock at the door bought up his attention.

Grabbing his towel and letting his wet hair hang he opened the door to see a certain pair of deep blue eyes stare at him that were featured in his most recent dream.

"Hey Heero. What's up?" He said stepping aside and letting Japanese man into his room.

"I am escaping." He responded.

"Let me guess? Your room is the closest to Relena's?" Duo asked.

"It's right next to it. With a linking door inside the room. I made sure it was locked and secured."

"Well, good thing mine is almost a wing away from hers huh?" He winked at Heero as he turned to grab a pair of scissors on the bureau.

"Actually I am glad you stopped by. Could you trim my hair? I didn't get a chance to get it done before we left."

"You want me to cut your hair?" Heero asked.

"Not cut, trim. Big difference." Here I will sit on the bed and you trim my hair here." He said as he pointed to the small of his back. "I can do it, but it is never straight when I do it myself."

"Okay." Heero held at his hand and accepted the scissors Duo handed him.

Duo sat on the bed, brushing his hair out so Heero could trim it. Duo looked over his shoulder at Heero and said. "See right here, just cut straight across. No muss no worry."

Heero stared at where Duo was pointing to and carefully brushed the long wet hair with his fingers. "Here?" He asked.

"Yes, don't worry. I trust you." Duo said adjusting the big white towel that was around his waist. As he did, Heero noticed a little something right above Duo's hip shaped as a bird in flight. "What is this?" he asked gently touching the mark.

"Oh that, just a birthmark. As a kid the others used to say I had hawk eyes since I could spot a mark a mile away so God must have marked me for it." He smiled lightly as he remembered the memory. "Usually no one see's it, so you are one lucky guy." He joked.

"Hn, lucky." Heero thought as he began to cut.

AN: Hope this has peaked your interest.