Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters.

Summary: The boys all have their secrets, everyone knows that…but how long can some more…unique…secrets stay unknown?

Warnings: AU, POV, shounen-ai, probable blood and gore, probably OOCness, and anything else that my warped/grim mind can come up with. Pairings: Um…2+3/3+2 and…possibly 1+4.

Useless Note: Scrolling back through the GW section of fanfics for the first time in four years caused me to realize how warped/sick some of the story lines are--even compared to some of the FAKE stories I've seen around…Which is…sad, in my opinion. So, my hope is to write a decent story minus the tragedy that seems to envelop even my humor stories. (People waiting on an update for my other fic, Deadly Dreams, are gonna want to hang me for putting out something else. ; ) ((OMG, I started this fic over a year ago! DD has been finished for a while now. XP Please forgive me for mistakes, and how I possibly might stick my foot in my mouth if this fic ever reaches an end. There's no telling where I'll go with this now. ))

Not As Strange As You Think

Chapter 1: Secrets: Trowa

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The night is such a beautiful thing and the best light in existence is the light of a full moon. On nights like this, it's nice to just sit on the roof and gaze at the stars. Though as I feel the cool breeze blow gently across my face, that craving emerges once more. I can't change who and what I am, yet I still try to ignore my barbaric instincts. Luckily, I don't think the others have discovered what I am and the reasons for my weekly outings. Since we're at war, the death of a soldier or a civilian isn't out of the ordinary and no one truly misses the victims that I must feed off of in order to keep up my strength. The sun will rise soon, I'd better get back to bed before Quatre and the others realize I'm not there.

I swiftly flip down into the window from the roof successfully without making a sound and Quatre merely snuggles down deeper into his blankets when the wind picks up a bit. I shut the window quietly and leave his room. I remove my shoes, shirt, and jeans once in my room, climbing into my own bed afterwards since I do need to get at least some sleep to carry on through out the day on top of my relatively sleepless nights.

"Breakfast is ready everyone!"

"Duo! Quit hogging the bathroom already!"

"I'll get him out."

"Ah! Let's not blow another hole in the bathroom door, please, Heero? We've gone through six this month already…"

Heh…Just another typical morning. That's merely one reason why I can't sleep all day, but the humor of it all is worth it, I guess. A yawn escapes as I sit up and stretch before getting dressed. By the time I walk into the kitchen, the chaos has quieted down a bit…but it won't last so long as Duo's able to move and run his mouth. I continued to eat my normal, light, breakfast (that my body doesn't even require) and soon heard Heero cry out,

"Maxwell! Omae o korosu!"

I easily suppressed a smile as he wiped the food off of his face and found a gun before chasing Duo out of the house.

"There they go again…" Wufei sighed, annoyed, as always. He then got up and he slammed his room door shut after entering.

"I should probably--" Quatre began, but I stood and said, "I'll get them." before walking out the door. I walked a little ways out into the forest and soon heard Heero cursing, meaning he couldn't locate Duo. I headed for the noise until I came upon him, he swung his gun around to my face and glared before relaxing slightly,

"What do you want?" he said coldly, but his tone wasn't about to hurt my feelings.

"He'll return when he's hungry. You should head back."

He grumbled a bit but did turn to head back after taking one last look around the clearing we were standing at. When he was out of sight, I headed towards some large bushes and pulled them back to reveal none other than Duo.

"You're bleeding."

"Hey, how'd you find me?" he pouted as he crawled out of the small cave he'd taken refuge in. The blood running from the scratch on his arm caused that craving to rise and I quickly turned my back to him and started to walk back to the safe house. I heard him grumble something underneath his breath, but he followed close behind while holding his arm. When we entered the house, Quatre immediately made a fuss and went searching for the equipment to mend his arm.

"Hey, Trowa, you never did say how you managed to find me!"

I ignored him and went into my room, shutting the door behind me. I needed to be alone for a while in order to regain full control over my instincts. The last thing I need is for them to find out one of my biggest secrets…the hard way.

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((AN: Good? Bad? Sorry the chapter's so short, they will get longer. Please review!))