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This is my 1st story im trying make please be kind and let me know what you think and good and even bad for i know i need improving . i hope you enjoy!

In the late afternoon a man, late teens or early twenties, stands tall and strong at the windowsill looking at the world below with unblinking tired eyes. His silence is broken twenty minutes later by the sound of the grandfather clock ringing three times, letting him know that its time to go. With a heavy sigh the man runs his right hand through his short messy locks of chocolate brown hair. Taking one last look outside, the man turns around and picks up his old black duffel bag. He quits the room and descends two flights of stairs, each step as decrepit as the last. Once at the main door to the outside, the man sighs one last time and braces himself for the harsh sun and the heavy flow of people moving to and fro. With a turn of the knob, the man puts on his dark sunglasses to protect his cobalt blue eyes and makes his way to where his taxi is waiting to take him the the airport.Once he reaches the taxi the man pauses and turns to see a tall brunet man, with his bangs shielding one of his emerald green eyes, approaching him.

"Heero..."

"Trowa."

"..."

Trowa mentally sighs as he just stoped Heero from leaving in the cab. Trowa sighs out loud, he did NOT want to be the one to deliver the bad news to his brother. But seeing as he's the only one that won't be killed by Heero, he is the man for the job . "The council says that you have one year left before you have to return home." Cobalt eyes narrow. "I have ten years left.", hisses Heero, completely irritated to hear that the council is taking away his time in finding a perfect mate. Trowa merely stated, "I had to push to let you have a year. The council says 'one year only, no more', their word is law and you know it.". At that Heero quickly turned to get into the cab.

"Heero!"

"I'm going to miss my plane."

Heero gets in without so much as a glance and leaves Trowa standing on the side of the road.

"Good luck, brother." Trowa whispers to himself as he watches Heero being driven away.

Walking from the road into an alleyway devoid of people, "Heero, may you find happiness in America." With that Trowa disappears, leaving nothing behind but his whispered words in an anonymous English alleyway.

"DUO! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. NOW!!!!!!!" The chinese man screams at the top of his lungs. Standing in the doorway of a hotel room, was a pissed off, neon-green haired chinese man. He was seething in anger and trying to figure out how his old friend was able to sneak into his room and change his shampoo to a hair dye that he was hoping wasn't glow in the dark. Laughter from down the hall catches his attention, and his dark eyes flare in rage as he looks at his long haired friend rolling on the floor with laughter.

"KISAMA!!!", yelled Wufei as he charges at his friend. Hearing the rapid footsteps, Duo opens his eyes to see his green-haired friend speeding towards him. With a yelp, Duo take off in the opposite direction into the stairwell, hopping over railing after railing, to the levels below. Reaching the bottom and looking up, Duo sees nothing, and after taking a minute to listen, he hears nothing. With a grin plastered on his face, and one last laugh at the memory of Wufei's new hair, Duo takes a few minutes to get himself under control. He opens the door only to find an extremely pissed off Wufei.

"Well, shit"

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