Hi everyone!

This story has been simmering in my mind for quite a while. It will be my first Arc (three-parts) and I'm very excited! It will be also the first time that I have a story told in Heero's POV. :) The story goes through the G-boys growing up from child to adult dealing with unnecessary feelings. Also thank you to Rcai for betaing the chapter. Your the best!

For all that are waiting for Bonded, yes, the next chapter will be posted very soon!


As festivities went on, Heero was bored as usual. He couldn't help but fall into a semi-dazed state as the drinking, laughing and flirting carried on through the party. The little boy's eyes were glazed over; his right hand was propped up holding his chin as he gazed off into nothing while his left hand was carelessly stirring a small glass cup of ginger ale. His deep blue eyes moved slowly as he blinked out of his dream state. He heard hardy laughter to his left and turned to the couple being entertained.

He was a Yuy - a child with prestige and privilege but also with expectations. He had been to holiday parties before but mainly those of his immediate family. This celebration was strictly for small talk and seeing the New Year's competition. It was something the little boy didn't quite understand, but he knew in time that the subject will become second nature.

He was eight with a very stern appearance and barely cracked a smile. His parents were from Japan, mother being half and father also mixed. For this reason, his characteristics were extremely European. They all said he was a perfect mixture of both parents. Hair like his father's, eyes like his mother's with a slender build from both parents. The boy's eyes were blue and his skin went from fair to olive with dark brown hair. The shape of his eyes were somewhat slanted due to his ancient genealogy.

Heero took a small sip of his ginger ale before turning from his parents to the rest of the ballroom. It was a suit and tie event. Everyone was dressed to impress. All wearing some sort of expensive jewelry, whether it be a watch, a necklace or earrings. Children were usually never allowed to attend because they were likely to disrupt the stuffy conversations. His father had brought Heero to one of these parties three years ago. It had been a mistake, embarrassing, but Heero being a 'small talker' put the situation in his parents favor and ended up impressing the other patrons with his quiet politeness.

Ever since then, he was allowed to attend all his parents' social gatherings. For a while - he didn't know why - but it seemed plain to him that his father, Alexander Yuy, wanted him to set a standard and example. Hence, the reason why he was the only child present. No one would dare bring their children to any such event so important. The risk of embarrassment because of unruly behavior would be horrific and a great 'social' blow.

Heero trotted slowly through the flirting couples and business talking groups. The glass in his hand was empty, meaning that he was low on self-entertainment. The bar was across the room and he was small enough to make it there unseen. Not that anyone would be purposely trying to seek him out. Nonetheless, there had been rare encounters where patrons would strike a conversation - clearly, to get on his parents good side.

"Young Master Yuy!" rang a gruff voice from behind him.

Although Heero did not show his displeasure, he mentally gave a bored smile before turning around. The man that beckoned him was tall and reminded Heero of a tank. He was muscular, with a slight extra layer of fat around his midsection. Heero had seen him around before, whether it be at social events or his father's board meetings. However, unlike the other 'suck-ups' that littered the room, this man's interest in Heero was noticeably different.

"Mr. Peacecraft," he said politely.

The older man beamed before crouching down to Heero's eye level. The man was around 6'2, strawberry blonde hair with light blue eyes.

"I was hoping to see you here," he smiled sincerely, "How are you this evening?"

Heero couldn't help but shrug. He was polite, yes, but he was still only eight and didn't particularly like to converse with adults of yet.

"Fine," he said simply.

The man didn't seem to mind his disinterest. Instead, he reached in his jacket pocket and took out a small pink enveloped. Heero noted the reeking smell of floral perfume and the glittery purple and pink star stickers around the edges.

"Relena wanted me to give this to you," he said, handing the letter to the boy. Then he continued with a chuckle, "My little niece has defiantly taken a liking to you Master Yuy."

Heero frowned at the note in his hand. On the front was his full name 'Heero Yuy' in cursive, something that Relena herself had wrote to impress him.

"She was over with her brother the other day and found out that you would be attending the Holiday party, "he said while his smile grew wider, "She begged me take her with, but she had to go back home to spend the holidays with her family. So she gave me the letter to give to you."

Heero nodded, clearly not impressed and mentally thanking the powers of the universe that she was not able to attend. Heero glanced up at the still smiling man and whispered a small 'thanks' before turning around and heading back into the crowd.

Again, Mr. Peacecraft didn't seem to mind the abrupt dismissal. He quickly stood up and ruffled the young boy's hair before he disappeared.

Heero quietly made it to the bar without further delay. He placed his empty glass on the counter and waited. It took the bartender exactly 4.07 seconds to acknowledge his presence. He gave the boy a wink and a sly grin before taking away the empty glass and replacing it with a taller one. Heero smiled slightly at the man as he took a sip.

He walked casually around the corner and almost spilled his drink as he stopped to a halt. Heero was proud to be the only child that was invited to parties. Like his parents, he felt like he needed to set an example, he felt...special. Heero gripped the glass tighter as he gazed at the scene in front of him... a scene that confused him and angered him.

It was a boy around his age, sitting at an empty table with a stack of books next to him. Heero walked slowly towards the scene with a wary gaze. Never in his life had he seen another child at a corporate party. The boy wasn't causing havoc and he wasn't begging for attention; instead he was reading in a dark corner of the room being pleasantly invisible.

As Heero walked closer, he couldn't help but observe the boy. His features were astonishing, very Asian, and very traditional. He had jet-black hair, large slanted black eyes and tanned skin. He wore a casual black suit with a green silk tie. Though Heero was agitated by the others' presence, he couldn't help but be curious. Just like him, he was groomed to look like a smaller version of an adult.

Heero stopped at the table, noting the books the boy was reading was DC's Batman. His hair was in a short braid that brushed the back of his neck. Heero's shadow loomed over the boys' lighting causing him to look up. They stared at each other for a few seconds.

"May I help you?" the Asian boy asked curiously.

Heero shifted his weight," What are you doing here?"

The other boy placed a bookmark between the open pages before closing the comic book. He gazed at Heero puzzled before folding his arms, "Because."

Cobalt eyes narrowed as Heero sensed attitude in the other's voice, "Because of what?"

Sloe-eyes blinked, "What's it to you?"

Heero placed his glass on the table, "I'm usually the only...adolescent here."

The Asian boy's head tilted to the side, "So, is that a nonchalant way of saying, get the fuck off my turf?"

Heero blinked, twice. He never heard such language come from someone his age. In fact, it was rare hearing that kind of language spoken in his household at all. The boy sighed rather loudly before gathering his comics and headed towards the balcony. Even though Heero was momentarily speechless, he glared fully at the boys back before following.

Once they were outside he seemed to get his voice back, "Who are you?" he asked curiously.

The Asian boy stopped and turned around.

"Chang Wufei," he replied, curiosity riddling his features.

Heero took a step forward, "I'm Heero...Yuy." He was pleased when Wufei's eyebrow slightly lifted at his name. The boy knew of him.

"I thought you were Japanese," he said turning fully to face Heero.

Heero frowned as he placed himself in front of the other, "I have mixed genetics," he explained.

Wufei snorted, "Obliviously."

Heero's frown grew. "You asked," he stated, clearly not appreciating the smart-alec attitude.

A strong breeze blew around them and Wufei clutched on to his books while Heero hugged himself from the cool draft. He gazed at Wufei after the wind had passed and found the boy with a distasteful expression on his face. "You smell like a girl," he said pointedly.

Heero was about to respond to the comment until... He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out Relena's letter. He forgot he had unconsciously placed it there once he left for the bar. The smell seemed to dance around them once it was freed.

"What's that?" asked Wufei, stepping a bit closer.

Heero sighed and scratched his head, "A letter from Relena."

"Peacecraft!?"

Heero glanced up at Wufei, "You know her?"

"What? Is it a love letter?" The other asked chuckling.

Heero glared as he glanced at the offending letter, "It's stupid."

"It looks like something a 'girl' would do," commented Wufei as he examined the letter. "Well, are you going to open it?"

Heero couldn't help but pause. It was bad enough receiving such a letter from the 'princess' but having to endure her nonsense on paper was a different matter. Wufei seemed to note his hesitation and suddenly snatched the pink note out of the young Yuy's hand. Immediately, Heero tried to snatch it back. Wufei's smirk grew into a full playful grin. He dropped his comics on the floor in front of him and held the letter out of reach, "What's the problem? You weren't going to read it, so I will."

"It's mine!" Heero replied gruffly.

Wufei's eyes seemed to light up at the comment, "Then open it...YUY!"

He slapped the envelope back into Heero's hand and crossed his arms...waiting. Heero shot him a nasty glare before tearing open the envelope, which he let fall to the ground, and unfolded the letter.

Dear Heero,

I hope your holiday vacation is going well. I was hoping to see you over the holidays but seem to be missing you.

I can't wait tell next year. Did I tell you I'll be attending your school?! We get to see each other all the time and hang out. If you want you can write me back or phone me (you can get my grandparents number from my uncle since I don't have it on me...).

Anyway, I can't wait to see you again,

Love always Relena

Heero crumbled the letter before chucking it over the balcony. He sighed deeply as he leaned over the railing.

"Wow. She really likes you," stated Wufei, who had been looking over Heero's shoulder while he read.

"Shut-up," Heero replied plainly.

They stood there for a few moments in silence.

"Wufei!"

They both turned as a small womanly figure stepped onto the balcony. She looked a lot like Wufei, jet-black hair and large sloe eyes. The difference lay within her petite build and ivory skin. She wore a silk purple dress, with a wide neckline that revealed her shoulders.

"Mother," Wufei replied, turning his full attention towards her.

The woman stepped closer, her eyes shifted curiously to Heero before turning back to her son, "Time to go. We must catch a flight in the morning."

Heero noted that her voice was even, high but smooth - almost like a flute...he found it pleasant. He turned back to Wufei who had immediately picked up his comics and started heading in her direction. Heero looked a bit put out at the Asian boy's dismissal. He watched the woman go back inside and Wufei following along without a backwards glance.

It would be another five years before he saw Chang Wufei again.

Heero was currently enrolled in a private school, Wessington Hall Academy. He had spent his entire elementary education there and was currently attending the Academy's middle school. It was a school for the prestigious and the wealthy. The academy was spread out on a large campus, with three main buildings that consisted of elementary, intermediate and high school.

The grounds held four tennis courts, two swimming pools, two diamond baseball fields and a football field. All three branches were a mile apart with finely manicured grass and hedges. Most of the students who attended had been enrolled since the 1st grade. It was rare for the school to receive new students and even rarer for them to be high in status (well, at least as high as Heero anyway...).

The young Yuy had no interest in being friendly. He already had a selection of friends and followers. His two best mates were Duo Maxwell and Quatre Raberba Winner. However, when Chang Wufei stepped through the gymnasium doors of Heero's 8th grade year, he couldn't help but think twice about his attitude of not being friendly.

Like Heero, Wufei had grown in the past five years. He was a few inches taller and his face had gotten longer but was still round. Heero noted that his hair was still about the same length, except it was in a tight ponytail instead of a braid. His skin was more tanned than Heero remembered and his build was more muscular.

Heero couldn't help but smirk as the boy walked towards the rest of the group. He himself was taller than the other, brown hair wild and tousled. He was built long and slender, like a swimmer, though he preferred basketball.

Once the class was assembled, the coach broke up the girls and boys on two sides of the gym. From there they were split up into teams, girls vs. girls and boys vs. boys. Heero was pleased that Duo had been assigned to his team and what was more intriguing; he was assigned to guard Wufei.

The choice turned out to be a complete disaster. Heero was the best when it came to basketball, but he couldn't help but notice that Wufei was also proficient at the sport - almost to the point of besting him, the MVP of the school. The game quickly became a competition between the two, a rivalry...until Heero elbowed Wufei in the chest.

After the mishap, Wufei had retaliated with a hard push before completing a layup to score two points. Heero was livid and immaturely pushed the other back. The Japanese boy had never been in a fight before...correction he had never been in a fight on school property before. Even though it was stopped before anything got too out of hand, they were both given warnings to behave.

Ever since then Heero and Wufei and been rivals...or more accurately enemies. Within the next couple of months, Heero was sent to the office for being a part of four fights, each one with Wufei and each one being more intense than the previous. The last fight, Heero had suffered a black-eye while Wufei sported a split lip. Their parents had been called a number of times to both boys' dismay.

After the last fight, Heero had a long talk with his father. It was unpleasant and extremely embarrassing and ever since then, he tried to not let the Chinese boy aggravate him so much.

It was harder said than done.