Sorry for the delay, and thanks for the reveiws. Anyway... Here's the second chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Tuesday Morning, aka Quatre starts Plotting

"I can't beleive I forgot!" I exclaimed, sinking down into my over-stuffed arm-chair- one of my very few indulgances- I couldn't afford that many.

Heero smirked at me. Damn... that's getting annoying. Seems like he's always smiling that little half-smile at me. It's irritating as hell. Even if I do love him.

Yeah. That's right. Laugh it up. The world's biggest class-clown in love with the perfect soldier. A hoot. But it's true. I think I realized that I loved him about ten months ago, but it seems like years. And it was at a time when he smiled that little smirk at me.

"Duo... It's not your fault. You didn't know it to forget," he pointed out.

It's really frustrating. I think I'm wearing off on him. He actually started speaking in whole sentances for a while... and now, he's actually making sense, even when he's talking nonsense. Does that make any sense at all to you?

But back to the topic at hand. Heero's birthday. Yeah, yeah. I know. He told me once about four years ago. And the first two or three times, I got him just some stupid little thing, and me and Quatre went in together on a cake- a cake that Wufei and Trowa usually end up eating most of. Man, can those two pack away the sweets!

Last year, Releena found out. That had to have been the worst birthday for anyone... ever... in the history of birthdays. I'm not going into detail... the memory is too painful. But Heero did finally manage to get it through Releena's thick skull that he dosen't like her like that.

And anyways, this year, I forgot! I actually forgot my best friend's birthday- the man I love. But today, a Tuesday, is his birthday. And I forgot. I remember, vaguely, remembering it a few days ago. But then, I forgot to remember again. Still following me, here?

I glance sheepishly up at him through my bangs. He's smirking. Damn, damn, damn. But that's sexy. He dosen't seem disapointed, but I know him well enough to know when he's hiding something. Maybe... maybe Quatre will help me out. Yeah. Q-man will help me- I know he will!


(Heero POV)

I'm smirking again. It seems I can't help it. I should be a bit disappointed that he forgot my birthday. But I am the perfect soldier. And he is Duo. So I'm not. I actually find it amusing, the way he's beating himself up over it. Truth be told, I don't really care for my birthday. But I would have liked him to remember. His little gifts are always... cute, irrelevant, and useful at the same time. Like the toothbrush with pink and white cats all over the handle. Cute. Irrelevant. But useful. And though I'll never let him know... I actually used it for a while.

I don't know why. I always find myself acting out of character around him. It's annoying. I would expect something like this from Quatre... actually enjoying Duo's company, that is. But not me. It's so annoying. And I'd really have liked to get a present from him this year. Wait... scratch that... I'd really like to get him as a present this year.

I supress a groan as I try to block the mental image of Duo wrapped up in red ribbons... and nothing else.

Now is not the time for those sorts of thoughts... though I do seem to be having them more and more lately.

Damn. I've gotta shake this.


(Trowa POV)

He's got that look again. I know that look. It's his sweet, innocent 'evil genius' look. That look scares me... it always spells trouble with a capital 'T'.

"Quatre..." I warn. He blinks and looks up at me, his blue eyes clear and innocent, with that mischeious twinkle in them. Uh-oh, I think. Here we go again. "What's going on in that little blonde head of yours?"

He grins. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Trowa."

I groan. It's worse than I thought. And it probably goes back to that little conversation we had Sunday afternoon. "We were just talking about going over to Heero's tonight to surprise him for his birthday... and then you got that look in your eyes. I know what that look means."

He smiles broadly, pushing me gently down onto the couch. "You really do know me, don't you? Can't hide anything from you."

"No," I agree. "So tell me what's got that gleam in your eyes, mon ange'."

"I think I know the perfect way to surprise Heero. And get back at Duo for interupting us Sunday," his voice is low, plotting. I groan again- but for a different reason, this time- as he stradles me, then leans down, whispering his lips across mine. Damn. And he knows just how to get me involved, too. He nips at my lower lip before leaning back just a little. "You see..."

And as he proceded to lay out his devious little plans, I had to grin. He may look like a fluffy, sweet angelic little rabbit... but my Quatre is as devious as they come. His plan was genius, and I'd never even thought of it before.

Damn... he's good.

"So... " Quatre finished. "Are you with me?" He breathed along the shell of my ear, making me shudder. Like I could really say no with his tiny, perfect little body pressed up against mine.

"One question. Just where were you planning on getting that much chocolate syrup before six this evening?"

He just grinned. "Oh, I think Wufei and Sally will help us out there."

"You mean... Sally...Wufei?"

He just grinned wickedly, an expression that seemed quite at odds with his angelic little face.

Damn... he's good.

AN: Ohhh. I just love a wicked Quatre. And what the hell is he going to do with that much chocolate? Mmmhhh? Things get interesting.