Chapter One: Nice To Meet You?

Why hello there. Welcome to my first fanfic. I'll make this quick, so we can get to the good part.

Discaliamer: No, I do not and never will own Gundam Wing, nor Heero and Duo.

Warning: OOC-ness, swearing, blood and gore (Not in this chapter, but it's likely later).

This is a shounen-ai/yaoi fic. Although I haven't planned any lemons, I am happy to do one if it's requested. (Note that I would have to publish it separatley - I don't want this to be taken down!)

ITALICS = Thoughts, but can also mean emphasis when used in speech.

"Speech" = I'm sure you know this one.

*BOLD* = Letting you know who's Point-Of-View we're in.

I think that's about it. Enjoy the story!

*DUO*

I had been waiting for this day. The day I joined the imperial army. It had been my only dream for longer than I could remember, and it was finally coming true.

I had already passed - more like aced - the entrance exams and gotten in the good books of the trainers. Although, I had taken the exam late, meaning I mightn't end up with a very commendable position. But whatever. It won't take me long to work my way up.

So here I stand, at the entrance of the barracks. I was accompanied by three other boys. They were all a bit older than me, not to mention taller and more muscled. I looked like an anorexic midget standing next to bodybuilders.

Our commander was handing out our uniforms and key cards when another boy joined us.

He wasn't like the other boys I'd seen here. He was still definitely bigger than me, but not as large as the others. He saluted the commander and said, somewhat quietly, "Heero Yuy. I apologize for my lateness, Sir."

The commander looked down at the clipboard before him. "Ah, yes. No trouble at all, Yuy." he said, saluting back. "Good to have you with us."

The new boy, Heero, stood beside me, to the right. Good to have you with us? No trouble at all? What the fuck? Why's that guy so buddy-buddy with the commander? I thought. Usually, from what my uncle and brothers had told me, anyone who was late was severely punished. Strange...

Luckily, my spacing out went unnoticed. By the time I tuned in again, he commander was announcing which team we had been assigned. "Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, and Isaac Rean, you're in B. Kepler Hearse and Sean Quin, you're in A. Any questions?" he didn't give us a chance to speak before continuing, "Gut. You've each been given a number, which you can find on the back of your key cards. It indicates which bed you'll be taking. Drop your belongings off there, put on those uniforms and be back here in ten minutes."

We all saluted before walking off to our designated bed. According to my key card, I had been given bed 2-17.

I hadn't even noticed Heero Yuy behind me until I went to put my things down. I jumped in surprise, wiping my brow.

"Damn, you scared me. How can you be so quiet?"

I didn't get an answer. He just continued to put his few belongings on the bed next to mine. All that was there were a small bag, about the length of my forearm, and the things given to him by the commander.

Shrugging it off, I continued to speak. "So, why didn't the commander try to eat you alive for being late? That guy seemed like a real-" I was cut off when he slapped a hand over my mouth.

"..."

Antisocial much? I asked myself. Heero let go of my mouth, but only to let me breathe. "I'll shut up now." I muttered, half to myself, as I went to get changed.

And there you have it! The first chapter! Questions? Praise? Criticism? Want me to continue it? Want me to quit writing all together? Tell me through reviews!

NOTE: Flames will be used to cook my dinner… or maybe Poptarts…

Levy.