Pairings: 2+1, will be 2x1x2! 4x3/3x4 5x?(not sure yet)
Warnings: Yaoi. Did anyone miss that? let me say it again. YAOI! as in boyxboy. Two boys who are together romantically and otherwise... also a pathetic attempt at humor.
Disclaimer: Maho owns nothing. poor Maho.

Hajimemashite, Maho desu. Dozo yoroshiku! (How do you do? I am Maho. I'm pleased to meet you!) Hello minna, how'd you like my attempt at japanese? Anywhozzles this is eventually going to be a 2x1x2, as stated above in the pairings' thingie. Right now I should probably be doing anything but writing this but, well, this was more fun! Plus I'm hyped up on Girl Scout cookies, soda, and a lollipop the size of my head (the thing is huge). So I hope ya'll enjoy this. Kay, I'll stop rambling now.

Three Wishes

I looked at the expanse of the large attic and suppressed a shudder. No way. Not a chance in Hell. I started to back away veeerryy slowly. Maybe if I was quiet enough no one would notice...

Maxwell! Take one more step and you'll be meeting the business end of my katana. Damn, busted.

I turned around to face a slightly peeved chinese boy. Why hello wuffles. I was just going elsewhere to do something... else. I took another step toword the door.

Uh uh, this is your junk, Maxwell, were only here because- Wufei paused to think about it. That's it I'm leaving. He walked past me and started for the door.

No wait! I fell to the floor and grabbed his legs from the back. No, you can't leave me alone. I need you guys. I started to fake sob. Have I mentioned that I feel dignity is beneath me? I have yet to find a situation where begging had not gotten me exactly what I wanted. I was getting really in to the act that now I had to use his pant leg as a makeshift kleenex.

It's okay, Duo. We'll help you clean this place up. Quatre came up behind me and started to pat my back in slow lazy circles. Wont we Wufei? He turned a deceptively pleasant smile on the scowling Wufei. I found it hard to imagine that sweet little Quatre was the seme in his and Trowa's relationship. Not that I spent time trying to imagine it. It just seemed odd. And from the stories I had been told... I started to cry harder on to Wufei's pant leg. Oh the images! The agony! Why don't I have a boyfriend?!

Fine, fine. But He- he pointed a finger in my direction. Must let go. of. my. leg. NOW! Wufei was shaking his leg to try and detach me. But I would not give up without a fight. Oh no! For I am the great Shinigami! I gave one last blow of my nose on his pant leg. The deed is done and Shinigami has had his revenge. I stood up, dusted my hands off, and took a survey of the attic room.

Ladies and gentlemen, in one corner of the room we have boxes, dust, and living rodents! And in this corner we have four attractive boys! Who will win in the fight for the attic? Will the boys be able to tackle such horrid environments or will the dust bunnies emerge victorious? We will prevail! I spun around and held up a V' for victory sign with my fingers. Trowa loosened the choke hold he had on Wufei who looked like he was trying to strangle Quatre who was damn near close to making that pouty face, and they all just stared at me.

Trowa opened his mouth and looked like he was going to say something, then thought better of it and closed it. He took a deep breath and started to say something and stopped looking like he was searching for the right words. He reminded me of a fish. You know, one of those green eyed fish with the hair that covered half of its face. Very rare. I had a fish once, his name was steve. Steve the fish. Then one day he died. Steve became a dead fish. Then I had to flush him down the toilet. He went round and around and around until I saw Steve no more. I flushed my fish. I feel very profound at some moments. Oh look, a piece of shiny paper...

I walked over to the shiny object and stuffed it in my pocket for safe keeping. Wouldn't want to loose something precious like that. I began to clean. If you want that ooh ah feel come to mattress giant if you want that ooh ah deal we've got the best price for those ooh ah beds~ I started singing to myself. ~only at mattress giant. Ooh ah, ooh ah, only at mattress giant. I tried to make my voice as sultry as possible. Ooooooh aaaaahhhh.

I heard a soft thump' behind me and turned around to see where it had come from. Wufei was sitting on the ground holding a bloodied rag to his nose while Quatre and Trowa tried to help him. It looked as if something had caused him to get a nose bleed... I wonder what... Geez guys. You said you'd help me but all you're doing is sitting around, bleeding. What great help you are. I turned back to the task at hand. Defeating Sir fluffy tale and his hoard of evil dust bunny minions!

I was so in to what I was doing that I barely heard the sounds of Maxwell, you're dead. and No Wufei, you can't kill Duo. I stopped... all quiet... Nah... must have been my imagination. Damn thing tends to act up sometimes. I continued to humm until eventually a was full out singing the theme to Gilligan's Island. The movie star! The professor and Marian! HERE ON GILLIGAN'S ISLE!!! I stood and thanked my audience. Waving here and there to my fans. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei didn't even bother to look up. I may be just guessing my ass off here but I think they were each ruing the day our paths ever crossed, in their own little way. Then again they might just be too moved by my performance to form any coherent speech. Yeah, definitely the latter...

There was a soft whirring noise before a book connected with my head. I sat back down.

Work Maxwell.

Well if that's all he wanted... sheesh. Kids these days were just so violent.

An hour and a half later I found myself staring at three fourths of the attic which were fairly clean and uncluttered while my own portion of the room stood behind me just as bad as it was before we had started. Well, with the exception of a few less dust bunnies. Take that Sir fluffy tale! But all in all it actually looked worse...

Well Duo, our part is finished. I'm so glad we could be of some assistance. Oh glory be, did I detect a note of sarcasm in Trowa's voice? Will wonders never cease to amaze me?

Quatre peered over my shoulder to the after effects of an explosion also known as Maxwell, go over in that corner and stay there'. Exact Wuffles quote, I swear. Quatre didn't look at all shocked by its uncleanness. Can't imagine why...

Duo, we are going to leave now. He turned, grabbed Trowa's arm, and walked out. Wufei followed suit. I could hear the bastard laughing all the way to the front door. Then the door closed and I could hear him, still laughing, from the open attic window. In fact I didn't stop hearing him until his car was a good block and a half away. It would haunt my dreams for years to come...

Fine! Leave! See if I care! And I didn't. I also didn't care that I was yelling to no one. Or that the nice couple walking their dog was giving me an odd look through the attic window. Nope, not a care in the world. Save for maybe the large stack of boxes and trash behind me. Yeah, I did kind of care about that.

I sighed and went back to the pile-o-stuff. Okay, I can do this. Just one piece of junk at a time. Ooh pretty glass bottle... I think I get distracted too easily.

Partially hidden under some old papers was a beautiful blue glass bottle. It had some type of writing etched into it but nothing I was firmiliar with. The writing circled the entire bottle from top to bottom, but what really caught my eye were the silver, almost iridescent, wings etched at the neck. I picked it up and studied it some more. On closer inspection I noticed it was covered in a thin layer of dust, but then again,what wasn't? I wiped the dust off and the light from the open window caught it. Where did this come from? The glass cork caught even more of the sun's light giving it a gold shine. Well with all that I had to pull the cork out, now didn't I?

As soon as I did, smoke came out of the bottle, filling the entire attic. Oh shit... Then as fast as it came, the smoke cleared and standing in the middle of the floor was a very cute, very naked, young boy who appeared to be no more than fifteen. Deep prussian eyes looked at me expectantly as if waiting for me to do something. So I did. OH MY SHINIGAMI! Iv lost it for good this time! I ran around in a few circles before I realized I wasn't hallucinating. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing... I took another good look at the boy. Messy chocolate brown hair that looked as if it had never even seen the likes of a brush, wide eyes that were a most enticing prussian blue, tan body, and thin frame that appeared almost small... my gaze started to travel lower. That's when it hit me that he was naked. Weird how that didn't register before.

I walked over to the boy. Umm... hello.

No response.

My name is Duo Maxwell.

He turned his head up to look at me. He still looked like he was expecting me to do something. He said nothing.

Is there a reason you are standing in my attic... naked?

Still nothing...

Can you at least tell me your name?

His voice was almost inaudible.

So you do speak.

You opened the bottle. Now you get three wishes. He was still so quiet.

What was I supposed to say to that? One minute I'm standing there with a closed bottle, alone. The next minute I'm standing there with an open bottle and a naked boy who says I get three wishes. Well? Why don't I get you some clothes first. I guess that was a start.

He just looked at me. Eyes wide and a slightly timid expression blanketed his face. The more I look at him the cuter he gets. Both of us stood there looking at each other until eventually my eyes started to water and I blinked.

C'mon, you need close. Sad but true...

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him along, down the stairs. First door to the right and straight on till morning until you reach... my bedroom.

I pointed to the bed.

He sat.

Okay, now stay. Do not move. I put my hands out in front of me and backed away slowly. No sudden movements Duo. When I reached the dresser, I started to dig through its contents in search of anything that would fit Heero. Not a damn thing. In my frenzied hunt I began to toss all articles of clothing behind me. No, no, no. I emptied all of the drawers. Well that didn't work. On to the closet! Same thing. I, again, tossed everything behind me.

Then I came to the very back and tucked away in the far corner were some old clothes. These'll do.

I stood in front of the bed and saw no Heero. Just a lot of clothes. And one very large pile in the middle of the... Ah! Heero! I pulled the mound of shirts, pants, underwear, and other clothes like things off of him.

Why did you let those things pile on top of you? I asked as I removed the last thing from off his head. I pair of red silk boxers. HEY! I like em! They make me happy...

You said Do not move'.

I facefaulted. I literally just facefaulted. Was he serious?

Was I wrong? His voice came out soft.

N-no, umm- I searched for something to say but ended up with nothing. I instead a=handed him the clothes I'd found. A pair of black pants and a forest green t-shirt.

What are those? He tilted his head toword the shirt and pants.

Are you kidding me?

Heero shook his head.

Oy... This'll be interesting... Stand up.

He stood. hmmm I could get used to this...

Minutes later I was standing in front of a fully dressed Heero. Pity...

Looks good. I smiled at my handiwork. Oh, I'm good. Though, granted, the clothes were at least a size to big and he had to sort of hold the pants up with one hand and the shirt kept slipping down his shoulder, but, what do you expect? I'm 21 and reaching six foot one and he's barely five foot four. Sheesh, some people...

He was looking down at himself.

No problem Hee-chan!

He gave me a quizzical quirk of his head.

Yeah, Hee-chan. It suits you.

He nodded.

So much for small talk. Time stretched on and neither of us spoke. A cricket started to chirp... I had a pet cricket once. His name was also Steve. ...So I wasn't a very creative child... but in the end Steve the cricket died too. Just like steve the fish. And Steve the dog. And Steve the snake. Oh and lets not forget about Steve the iguana. Yup... that about sums it up. But that's not the point here. The point is... um... ah... So I don't have a point! Neither do you! So ha! You can't tell but right now I'm sticking my tongue out and giving you a really dirty look.



Heero's eyes widened and he looked somewhat scared. What are you doing?

How does one explain that they are arguing with the imaginary people in their head? That works.

He nodded but the look of terror didn't diminish much. I don't think he's entirely convinced.

Why don't we go into the kitchen and I get us some food. Then we can talk about this whole three wishes' thing. I headed to the kitchen. The soft sound of Heero's bare feet on the wood floor trailing behind me.


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Maho: I know that was a bad place to end it but I just couldn't think of any more and its been like three days so I ended it anyway. ^_^
Karuya: lazy ass baka...
Maho: nani?
Kit: yay! 2x1x2!
Kat: yer all a bunch of hentai's.
Maho: isn't it great?!
Kat: can I go now?
Kit and Maho: REVIEW!