DISCLAIMER NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE.

OTHER STUFF THERE'S NO RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN THE BOYS HERE, AND THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SOME WOULD CALL FICTION. IT BARELY HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE SHOW OR COMICS, PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME. IF THERE IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE, LET ME KNOW, BUT DON'T FLAME, IT'S JUST MEAN!

A/N I have killed this story on two other names, hopefully third times the charm? If you've read this before on Kill The Messenger or The Evil Turtle's sns, that was me. I've kinda retired the two names, so hopefully this one will stick? Anyway, enjoy again? I've gone through and edited slightly, so it'll hopefully be a little better reading... then again, I edited at 1 in the morning, so we'll see shrug

Heero awoke to rummaging in his room. He was still groggy, but instinct told him to reach for his gun. His hand flew out to his bedside drawer. He was soundless, as the rummaging grew louder in the background. He turned the light on with one hand as his other hand pointed the gun towards where the noise was coming from.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing? It's just me," Duo exclaimed, holding up his hands, one full of shirts, and the other full of socks.

"What the hell are you doing with my spare socks?" Heero replied, putting the safety back on the gun and putting it away with the greatest care.

"I'm going on a trip and my socks are all dirty. I was going to leave a note, I swear!" Duo couldn't quite seem to come up with a good explanation so quickly.

"What are you talking about? There's nothing going on now. Relena has taken over and Zechs is dead. Everything's peaceful." He was starting to talk to himself now, more than to Duo, "There's no point in going anywhere any more- " He trailed off as he noticed that Duo was looking at him as if he were the ugliest man on Earth. "What? Stop staring at me, idiot." He tried to retaliate because he couldn't pull back the thoughts that had already come spilling out of his mouth.

"Don't call me the idiot, you idiot," remarked Duo, "I'm going on a trip for my own accord. I'm going back to my homeland to trace back to the city where I was born. It was only a colony then, now it's a city. I'm curious to see it and the kind of people who live there now. I want to see America. I've lived in Japan now for almost 6 years with you guys. I don't even remember what it's like to fly in an airplane, I've gotten so used to the gundams. And on the mention of them," He added a little sorely, "I haven't seen Deathscythe in over 6 years. That's 2,190 days, Heero, and counting!" He shook his head.

"So you're flying over on Deathscythe?" Heero was a little amazed at his best friend's pain over not seeing the gundam.

"Uh," Duo thought about his answer, "No. RelenasentmeaplaneticketsoI'mflyingonaregularplane." He said the words quickly and quietly and ran out of the room.

"Huh? W-What? Wait!" Heero clamored out of bed, and pulled on a pair of jeans. "What do you mean 'no'? You have to, er, sorta." he couldn't find him, "shit Duo, where the Hell are you!"

"What's going on," Quatra had woken up and was rubbing his eyes as he walked out of his room in a long sleeved nightshirt that came to his knees. "I was just falling back asleep after that dream" He trailed off.

"Duo is somewhere in the house. I can't find him. And he has some serious explaining to do." Heero stated calmly.

"Uh, sure, whatever," Quatra stepped in line with Heero.

Duo came out of his room, "I'm right here, you retard, where else would I be?" he started laughing and pulled his head back inside, his long chestnut braid flipping out behind him.

"Who's the retard?" questioned Wufei as he staggered out of his room and accidentally rammed into the door.

"You," Quatra laughed.

Heero, Quatra and the still stunned Wufei walked into Duo's room. On his messy bed lay piles of clothes, Heero's socks, and a letter. Heero snatched the letter as Trowa, walking by the door and noticing the "crowd," walked in.

Heero read aloud:

" 'Dear Mr. Maxwell,

We are glad to hear that you are so interested in our countries' colonies. We are proud to present you with this passport and this first class ticket to America. We are also proud to let you know that your lodgings have been set up in New Diego (once San Diego, then colony 52) in the apartment housing called "Gem Palisades" building "K." I have arranged for a limousine to meet you at the New Diego Airport. We would like you to know that you are considered a VIP for your stay here in America. We look forward to your arrival. Please look for a sign reading: Section Altasie.

Sincerely,

Queen Relena Peacecraft

and

Americana Duke, Peter Gilbêrty'

Boy is that a laugh. Duo, did you think we'd fall for you actually making contact with that woman? Nice try though, you've even got the paper that she writes on." Heero smirked and dropped the paper back on the bed. Duo hadn't stopped moving the whole time, he was packing and fidgeting and checking and murmuring. Finally he stopped and looked around. The other 4 pilots were staring in aw. It dawned on them that he really was going.

"But-"

"No-"

"Why-"

"What-"

"Um-"

All five started at the same time. "Look," Duo took control, "I'm only going to be gone for six months. I can't say anymore. It's half confidential, half pleasure. That's all that you four need to know. I'll keep in touch, I DO have a laptop, and I'll make sure I see you guys every now and then."

In New Diego

"Gosh, is this a teach yourself class or what!" exclaimed a very mad red headed Asian girl coming out of a room marked 324 with a taller blonde girl, "I really love math, I do!" she explained to her more mellow friend, "It's just that teacher! She thinks that she's the smartest person alive because she used to be a mobile suit pilot!" She stomped her foot and her blonde friend laughed.

"Well, she did y'know," she pointed out, "and it's not that she thinks that, she just doesn't like you." The two girls started to laugh as another friend joined them on the college campus.

"Hey guys," said the brunette who'd joined them, "let's not go to our last class today. Let's go get some ice-cream instead!" she suggested happily.

"Sure," the blonde replied, "there's nothing good that's going to come out of Colonial History that I don't already know. We can take my car too!"

"Yea," agreed the redhead, "I hate history anyway, it's all wars, colonies, and mobile suit stuff. I grew up with that crap," her voice became softer and quieter, so that only the two girls standing next to her could hear, "Plus, we happened to have been front row center for almost all of it, being some of the Queen's, closest friends and confidantes." She winked

"Yep, and I just plain don't like Mr. Garndard, our next teacher," added the brunette. So they all walked towards the lockers, to get ready to go to Neo Robins: 92 flavors.

In the parking lot. The girls are putting their things in the trunk of the car.

"Ohmygosh," whispered the blonde, "Here comes that creepy teacher."

"Y'mean Mr. Rechezieq?" questioned the brunette.

"Er, yea," the red-head chimed in, "doesn't he sub sometimes?"

"Yes," the three girls hadn't noticed that the man had walked up behind them while they leaned into the trunk conspiratorially, "I do. And by the way, you pronounce my name 'Ray-shay-zeek.' I hope to see you three in class next period. I'm subbing for Mr. Garnard in the CBH class, and I remember there were three girls missing yesterday. I can only assume that they are you." His eyebrows raised as he nodded playfully.

"Oh, hello mister Ray-shay-zeek," the blonde mimicked him, and he smiled warmly at the three girls, as the blonde joked around, "We, uh, can't make it to class next because, er, we have a date with, um, a few dog loving aliens who, uh, are going to, like, 'take us to their leader,' who will force us to, um, hand over our homework, yea, that's it, that way their pet dogs can eat it. And they'll drop us off next to my car, but it won't start because, er, see, um, 'cause this other person will have stolen parts of my car that are needed to drive it. I'll be too distressed over my car to come to class, and my friends Dympna and Chrystal here, will have to stay with me, here," she pointed at her feet, "for emotional support. I figure it'd be better to tell you now, rather than tomorrow. You're subbing tomorrow, right?" The three girls started laughing and the teacher merely shook his head.

"Okay, I'll see you guys tomorrow then," Mr. Rechezieq walked towards the classroom.

"There's something about that teacher that just creeps me out," the blonde stated as the girls got in the car.

"Oh Zita, calm down," droned the redhead. "I wish you'd get over the whole first impressions thing."

"Hit her for me Chrystal," Zita said, "I'm driving and the loser is behind me."

"No don-" Dympna was muffled by a jacket flying from the passenger side brunette.

"Aha, revenge is mine!" cried Chrystal, "I'll show you guys who's boss," and she took the jacket back as Zita turned a sharp corner. She flew back and turned on Zita. She put the jacket back and playfully slapped her friend's arm as Dympna worked her way forward to turn the radio on. Zita laughed then said, "Seatbelts on everybody, I have a need for speed," and a black mustang, with three very happy girls, zoomed onto the highway.

2nd A/N Please tell me if I'm making them a little too OOC… It's been quite awhile since I've watched the show… R&R please!