Uh.. Hey! I'm sorry, but here's another new one. It seems that my comp decided to get rid of all my notes for Wild Hunt. So in between my tears of damn fury and looking for my backup copies I decided to vent my frustration with a teaser. I need to know if you guys are going to like this. It's my first 3+4 and so I'm just experimenting. This chapter might not be that interesting but it will get better..I promise. ~^_^~ Anyway, this story is based on one of my favorite books titled The Only Alien on the Planet. I'm going strictly from the book but taking liberties with situations where I see fit, so anyone who's read the book will recognize it, but will still be able to say "I don't ever remember *that* happening." Hehe but then my story wouldn't be fanfiction right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Kristen D. Randle, or her ingenuity..a pity really I'd like to have talent. I also don't own Gundam Wing or anything associated with it..also a pity..because then I'd have free reign to grab Duo by that braid of his, throw him to the ground and...uh. *looks sheepish* Nevermind.

-Teaser-

It was fate. The first time I'd ever laid eyes on him I'd been having one of the worst days of my life. Only fate could be that cruel.

I'd just moved. It would have been easy had it only been a state away, but no.My father decided on starting afresh and moved us clear across the country. He'd made the decision right after my sister Iria left for college. //Just go with the flow Quatre, you should have been expecting they'd do something like this.// I remember her telling me. It was that little thing that made me suddenly realize how old she'd suddenly gotten and how much I'd miss her. My life had always been steady, never changing, *dependable* I guess you could say. It wasn't until she left that I realized my life had a hole in it shaped like her, and my rock steady existence was now taking on a whole new light. I never thought anything could go more wrong.

So there I found myself. A thousand miles from home sitting stiffly in a non descript desk, in a room filled with people I didn't know and really didn't want to know. Go figure.

I started suddenly as a person slid into the desk next to me, a wide grin plastered to his good natured face. He blinked his wide violet eyes, grin if possible, widening even more. He stuck out his hand. "Hiya! Duo Maxwell at your service." He jerked his thumb back in his direction for emphasis. "Are you a transfer student or did you just move in?"

I stared at him, dumfounded for a moment. "Quatre," I stammered. Great already I'm making a fool of myself. "I moved here."

Duo laughed "Great!" he looked around. "You've got a good start out already. Becky Sailor is giving you the eye." He nodded his head in the direction of a short-haired redhead. Looking over, I caught her eye and she waved.

Blushing furiously I ducked, and Duo started laughing. "Is that good?" I muttered.

"It isn't bad" he chirped, tossing his impossibly long braided hair over his shoulder.

I gulped again and took another glance at the girl, and that's when I saw him..

I could just see him over the girl's shoulder, which really shouldn't have been a problem since she was pretty short to begin with. I twisted in my seat to get a better look. My mind was overwhelmed, all noise seemed to fade, and everyone disappeared. There was nothing for me. Nothing but that beautiful boy in the corner of the room.

Then the teacher entered the room shutting the door with more force than necessary, probably to get the students attention. I'd had that happen before. My concentration was broken, my gaze turned away from the face that shook my sanity. I turned to face forward again and threw a glance at Duo.

His smile was gone from his face, and I had a slight feeling that it didn't happen often. His indigo eyes narrowed just a tad, and he gave a slight shake of his head. It wasn't an unfriendly look, but it was a warning. I definitely caught that much.

The teacher had written her name on the board in large scrawling letters, and began giving us the same psycho babble you hear at the beginning at every year. The "This is Math and you better work you ass of" kinda thing. I immediately turned my thoughts inward, blocking out everything else. I only wanted to contemplate the back row of desks and only one in particular.

He was tall, that much I could tell at the first glance. He was of medium build, and his skin was the alabaster of one who doesn't see the sun much. I kept wondering what he'd look like tanned copper.. His hair..to say the least was unusual. It was short at the back and to the right side, but at the front left his bangs were *long* Long and brushed forward over his left eye, seemingly gelled in place. It was Reddish chestnut in color, and looked *very* soft. It was his face though, that got me. It was that totally impassive look that hooked me and roped me in like this year's beef. His eyes.the one that I could see at least were green. Not the hazel green, or the aqua green that were my own..but *green* They were endlessly emerald. A deep, rich, perfect, forest green. And when I say deep I mean deep. Like you could almost fall into them. I was almost positive that they would suck you in and search your soul..did I mention that I like his eyes?

It took me a few moments to realize that the class around me had gone silent.and most of them were staring at me. I vaguely heard Duo's voice. "I'll make sure that he gets one Ma'am." And I caught the death look from the teacher. I eeped softly, there was no other word for it, and blushed furiously, wishing I would shrivel up like a dead leaf and blow away, but such is life. I then made the extreme effort to pay attention for the rest of class, my gaze only once turning from the front, and that was when Duo caught my eye and winked. It was at that moment I knew I'd made a true, first friend.

After class my curiosity got the better of me, as I watched my silent angel leave the room. I'd noticed before that Duo seemed like an easy talker, and so immediately pressed him for info. "Who is *he*" I asked, softly as we left the room.

Duo grinned at what must have been blatant wonder in my tone. "His name's Trowa. Trowa Barton. I had forgotten how pretty he was till you started gaping at him." He waved his hand at me. "But I wouldn't bother with him though. The guy never speaks, to anybody. Not even his teachers."

"Is he autistic or something?"

"I don't know." Duo mused putting his hands behind his head. "I've heard plenty of rumors. Some that he can't talk, others that he won't, and even some that say he's the first human version of AI but that's just lunacy."

I looked at him and smiled. "I get the feeling that you're one to talk, about lunacy."

Duo stuck out his tongue. "Well I *do* know for the fact that the kid's strange. He never talks, smiles, never cries, or laughs. It's like the guy isn't capable of simple emotions. He just doesn't have any."

"Could he just be the quiet type? It seems more probable than having no emotions." I reasoned.

Duo looked thoughtful as he stopped and began fumbling with his locker. He gazed around the crowded hallway, and then snatching me arm, pointed down it. "You see that boy there? The one with the really *really* messy hair?"

I followed his finger, and spotted the youth. "Yes."

"There's your example of the quiet type. That's Heero Yuy, the school's resident math nerd. If he can't show you how to do it, than only Barton knows how." Duo turned back to his locker and fumbled through the mess. It amazed me that on only the first day, Duo could make it look like he'd been using it for months. "I know for a fact, that Heero's quiet. He never speaks unless he has too.or I bug the hell out of him. His silence is different though than Trowa's. Heero shows emotion, even when he doesn't mean to. Trowa's just." He shoved some books in his bag and paused. "Trowa's just not *there* I mean, you can't be alright in the head if you can't show even the tiniest emotion, it's just not healthy."

We began walking on. "Is he smart then? You said that if.. Heero? Is that what his name was?"

Duo nodded. "Yeah, Trowa's smart alright. I don't know why he's here. He gets perfect scores. On *everything* I even heard rumors that he wrote a test for the faculty or something."

I mused for awhile. "He must have had it hard when he was young." I suddenly felt sad. "People not understanding him."

Duo snorted. "Well the world's full of jerks. I remember him getting beat up in fifth grade. A bunch of kids just threw him on the ground and started trying to pound his head in. If it weren't for Heero I don't know what would have happened."

"What do you mean?"

A grin nearly split the braided boy's face. "It was wonderful, I'd never seen so much life in Heero as I did that day. He just waded in shouting in Japanese or something, and he just started throwing people. He was so ticked."

The conversation ended as we stopped in front of an innocent looking door, and I watched with amusement as Duo visibly cringed. "AP physics." He groaned, slowly pushing open the door. "Welcome to the class from *Hell*"

***

Returning home in a tired haze exhausted from school, Duo's chatter, and my thoughts of one Trowa Barton. I threw my stuff into the nearest corner, and had just began taking off my shoes when I found a large box was shoved forcefully into my arms. I yelped and staggered under its almost knee buckling weight managing to poke my head around the side and peer into a sternly smirking face (believe me it's possible.)

"Wufei?!" I exclaimed, as I stumbled over to the living room and dumped the box on the floor. My cousin followed. "What are you doing here?"

He gave me a small grin. "What kind of hello is that Winner? I thought you had been brought up with better manners."

"Sorry Wufei." Blushing I embraced my Chinese cousin then held him at arms length to look him over. "I haven't seen you since I was ten, and that was seven years ago!"

My cousin nodded, and straightened his navy tank. "Well your mother thought that you could use some company while she and your father set up their shop. I have permission from my parents to attend school with you as well."

--Now, my cousin Wufei and I really aren't cousins. Not by blood anyway. He was adopted as a baby, right around the time I was born, so he's just a few months older than me. My Aunt and Uncle weren't able to have children, they said it had some thing to do with my Uncle's sperm, so they decided to adopt. Wufei came straight from Hong Kong, not too soon after he was born, which is a pretty amazing feet, due to the fact that the adoption process takes an *extremely* long time. We grew up together.well at least till we were about ten. We'd been almost like brothers, but had lost touch over the years. I though it was cool that our parents thought of letting us spend more time together. I was a fan of the "old norms" we left behind, and while Wufei was an extremely old norm that I hadn't seen in almost a decade, it still made me feel a little more at home.--

I nodded slowly taking in his words and smiled. "Just like old times then."

Wufei rolled his eyes. "Don't get soft on me Winner."

Laughing I looked at the box I had brought in, and looked around at the many others that filled the room. My violin was upstairs in the room I had claimed as my own. All the large furniture had been already moved in, and all that was left was to unpack the smaller stuff. I grimaced and looked at my cousin. "Do you want to do this now, or would you like to go do something else?"

He too began scanning the room, his almond shaped eyes narrowing at the sheer amount of boxes that were stacked along each wall. "I think your parents would have wanted us to start at least." He sighed. ".but I never have been one for arranging other people's things."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

***

Fifteen minutes later, found us seated on the grass of the front yard. Each of us was sporting that weeks literature, and I found it quite enjoyable to just lose myself in the comfort of companionable silence and a good book.

A door slamming in the next yard tore me away from a bewitching story of a young girl accomplishing a dead messenger's mission to his king, and I watched in partial annoyance at the two young girls that had come barreling out, followed much more quietly by a boy about my age with the messiest hair I had ever seen. A pang of recognition hit me, and I realized that this was the same boy the Duo had pointed out earlier that day.What was his name..Heero Yuy? It felt right, and it was interesting to be able to get a better look at the proclaimed "savior" of that strange boy in my math class.

He walked ramrod straight. Back set in a posture that looked military derived. His hair was a dark chocolate in color and his skin was a shade that I couldn't help but think Trowa should have. It was a creamy coppery tan. Clad in a black tee-shirt and loosely fitting jeans the boy carried a mitt in one hand and a ball in the other. Around his feet clambered what only could be his sisters. They were reaching desperately for the ball, smaller mitts on their hands and crying out in a language that I couldn't understand.

"Oni-chan! Onegai!" one girl cried loudly, giving me my final clue that the language spoken was Japanese. She had short brown hair like her brothers, but not nearly as wild. Her face was freckled by the sun, and she was very brown, clearly the tomboy.

The other little girl appeared to be younger maybe around five. She had black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, and a bright pink shirt that said "Angel" on the front of it. This little one had a fistful of her brother's pants and was proceeding to try and use her grasp to pull her brother down to the ground. The boy though, didn't seem too amused though, and barked at them in their odd liquid language. The girls obediently stepped back and stood straight and tall before him.

I smiled. It was an absolutely adorable expression of family life. I sighed softly, only wishing that my family wasn't so turned upside down by Iria leaving for college, and my families move across the country. It left me with a strange feeling of separation. Yes, by now you've noticed that I'm a fan of the known and constant universe. Change for me was unwelcome, and almost frightening.

By now my three neighbors were playing catch. Heero, lobbing easy pitches to his sisters, who it seemed, found a need to throw as hard as they could so they could make their throws act like their big brother's. Sibling worship.it can be a blessing or a curse.

I had just returned to my book, finding that Wufei had fallen asleep during his own reading when one particularly wild pitch flew over the wooden fence that separated our yard and hit the ground rolling, almost making it right to my "dead to the world" cousin. I suppressed a chuckle at the thought of how he would have reacted if the thing had conked him on the head. I could just hear him screaming.

Picking up the ball I turned to the fence noticing that from between the slats of wood two eager faces peered through. I could also see Heero standing a few feet away from them and watching.

"You're the new neighbor!" squeaked the short-haired girl. Her voice was only slightly accented which amazed me after listening to their fluent conversation in a language not my own. I had to admit a slight jealousy of that kind of talent.

Realizing I still had not answered I quickly nodded an affirmative. "My name is Quatre Winner." I said moving my gaze across all three to note that my conversation was with all. Heero began moving closer as I continued. ".and that's Wufei." I jerked my head in the direction of my cousin. "Hey Chang!" I called. "Wake up an be polite."

Wufei started awake and snorted grass as he fumbled to realize where the heck he has fallen asleep. Sneezing uncontrollably for nearly a minute afterwards. "You let me sleep out here?" he growled, brushing himself off and scowling at me. "I could have died from hay fever."

"But wouldn't that be weak?" I chimed softly

Opening and closing his mouth for a second I had the great pleasure of watching my snippy cuz fumble for a reply, and not quite catch it. He glared at me, stood, and stalked back into the house.

The girls giggled "He's funny." The pony-tailed one stated between her giggles. Then she moved away from the fence giving a bow. "My name's Aya." She said, and I grinned at her.

Her sister did the same "Mine's Myuki" She jerked her thumb at her brother, who in turn glared at her. "He's Heero."

He nodded a greeting. "We have classes together."

"Yeah," I acknowledged, thinking for a moment. "I heard something about you today."

The boy raised an eyebrow, and I stupidly noticed his eyes were a shockingly cobalt blue.

"Duo told me."

"About Trowa."

He had surprised me, and I stared at him.

The boy waved it off. I noticed his sisters had walked off to play some more.

"Duo has a big mouth for an American." The Asian boy smirked. "He made the story my claim to fame. He wanted to make me feel more accepted by the kids." Heero shrugged. "When in truth he was right there with me beating anyone who laid a hand on the boy."

"He seemed pretty proud of you though. Like a guardian Angel."

It started with his neck and ears, but began slowly making it's way to his cheeks and before I had time to blink, Heero was blushing radiantly. "Duo's a baka." He mumbled, and I began to laugh. Cobalt eyes glared at me halfheartedly, and a small smirk graced his lips. "He lives on the other side of me you know."

"Duo?"

"No Trowa."

"Really?" I exclaimed, looking over at the normal looking white house with its green shutters. It looked like any other house on the street. Flowers of all different colors were planted outside and the lawn was cut neatly. I don't know what I had been expecting. Maybe for the place the place to look a little more contained. like a psyche ward. It was a strange thought I know.

Heero watched me, a strange look passing over his face. When he spoke his voice was almost a whisper. "He's normal you know."

"Huh?"

"He could speak if he wanted."

I was confused. "What do you mean? Are you saying he doesn't talk just because he doesn't feel like it?"

Heero nodded his face emotionless. "He chooses his own clothes and dresses himself.."

"And.." I huffed in frustration. Getting the kid to continue the conversation was like pulling teeth.

Grimacing Heero waved his hands in the air. "He cares about what he looks like.not many people with brain damage could care to that extent."

"Oh. Could his facial muscles be paralyzed?"

"I don't know."

"..."

This wasn't getting me anywhere...So I did what every other exasperated neighbor did. I sighed in partial annoyance..and then invited him over for pizza.

***

~Okay.. There it was. Looks around at all the empty seats..*sniffles* Won't anyone read my story? Onegai? I'll be your best friend. *gets smacked in the head by the insanity police.* Itai! You bastards! Oh well*rubs head* Please read and review! I like to know that my stuff is actually read!