Hello again ladies, (I am making an assumption, deal with it) I took a break for Winter Break/Christmas. I had fun and spent a lot of time with my family. College has started back up and I am excited to be taking more classes pertaining to my major. I took mostly electives last semester.

Anyway, here you go. More Yaoi goodness… or lack thereof if you think about it.

Aye-aye Govna'

Here comes ol' Master Yuy again. I wonder what I'll say this time? It's been a pattern now, my saying some form of 'govna' to him. He always responds with some form of 'evening'. It's a code, I acknowledge I am coming to him and he acknowledges when. It's more of a game I play with myself now, I am sure he comes this way out of habit.

He's got a different look in his eyes as he steps toward me.

"May I speak with you?"

It takes me a moment before I look up. All I see are two very shined and sleek shoes coming to rest at my own feet. His pants are pinstriped, leading my eyes up. He's wearing the dark blue overcoat the ladies whine about 'oh he's so handsome!' 'Oh I wish he'd just wear that to the wedding!' Geez, like you're even going, bimbo.

I motion one of the discarded boxes around me. "Have a seat." He sits silently and with all his typical nobleman's grace. I almost laughed.

"What can I help you with, my lord?" my voice contained false honors. He paid no mind, staring off into space. I noticed, as the breeze blew his hair that he looked rather sickly in the darkness of my alley.

"I want you to accompany me on my honeymoon."

I about shit myself, I should have seen this coming. No matter. "Aww, what, you can't hang that long without me?"

"No. I can't."

"Or just a man in general?"

"That might be true, but I trust you. I don't want to waste the energy re-tooling another one of you to keep quiet if I don't have to."

"I'll shut up," I promised "for a price." I smiled like a Cheshire. His eyebrows flicked upward, showing he was all too aware.

"I can't stand that woman." It was muttered under his breath, and possibly without any real intention to say it to me.

"Bad?" I asked

"Dreadful."

"She's good to keep around… just in case…"

"That's all she's got going for her. Just… come with me Duo, help me pass the time there." He suddenly looked up to me and I could see he was rather desperate.

"Are you even going to touch her?"

"Not if I don't have to… I might. I'll need you afterward, to cleanse me."

"Cleanse you?" I laughed "Did I hear you right? Damn, she must be terrible if I'm an improvement." Heero attempted a smirk and failed.

"She must be…"

I stood there for a moment, cleaning out my thoughts. "So…" I tapped my foot. "How are we gonna do this?"

"We both have servants coming with us, you'll just be cast along as one of them."

"The 'where' and the 'when' Yuy."

"I want you to come to my wedding ceremony."

"What? Are you crazy?" I motioned to my clothes, one other point on the massive list of reasons I should not be in attendance.

"Stay out of sight of course, Maxwell." He lit a cigarette and took a drag. The smell was tempting, he smoked very nice tobacco. "That ought to suit you. I'll come to you when I need a break."

My eyes grew large. This thing was picking up more speed than I would like, I could already tell. I preferred casual, no-questions-asked, drama-free customers. So far, Yuy had been my number one in that regard.

"Why should I stick out my neck for you?"

"Because I am asking you to. I will make it worth our while."

"You'd rather I be saying that." He nodded once.

"And since that won't get you to do what I want, I'll provide what will." His eyes held promise. He jingled a few coins in his coin purse. The sound was music to my ears, though I did not let it show. He got up as he dropped the leather pouch in my hands.

"I'll provide that as an insurance. I expect to see you there."

"How will you know I am there?"

"I seem to be rather adept at finding you. You're always changing alleyways on this block. I haven't run into your friends again." I shrugged, he had a point. He turned his head, tipping his hat as he started off again.

"G'bye Govna'" I said flatly as I fingered the leather in my hands.

"Evening Maxwell." He did not look back. I smirked. I tossed the pouch up and caught it. I'll be there like a rat to rotting meat. Sure that was an ugly analogy, but it fit. I stepped out the back end of the alley, opening onto a long strip that back-ended a building. Yuy was gone already, of course, but there is a butcher shop down the street and my eyes happened to catch a little rat feeding on the refuse outside their door. The furry thing looked up from its meal at me and then promptly stuffed its face again, not missing a beat. I laughed out loud.