A/N: Paragraphs in these things are kinda like flashbacks…

I know I should have questioned their hospitality. It seemed so strange that three complete strangers would take me in so readily. That fist day Zeake said as much.

After I had inspected the room I walked back into the living room. Roxa was still reading, and even as I watched, her lips twitched in a small smile, her eyes darting down the page and across the words. The loud sound of pots and pans falling rang out suddenly. I looked to the kitchen as and equally loud curse floated from the kitchen. Roxa snapped her book closed and balanced it on the arm of the chair she was sitting in. She got up and I followed her into the kitchen, Zeake stood there, a pot in one hand and a skillet in the other, contemplating them closely. Roxa laughed as his face went from severe concentration to utter confusion. Se gently took the pot and pans from Zeake, put them on the counter, and steered him out of the kitchen. I once again took up the position of follower. I felt uncomfortable, awkward, and out of place. Roxa returned to the kitchen finishing the task that Zeake had started.

"I'm useless in there," he looked at me. "I know you're thinking this is all too good to be true. That someone you just stumbled upon would just take you somewhere safe you could stay." He grinned at me. "We're not axe murders. We're just an enigmatic pair who like making strangers run away screaming." His face relaxed as he became serious again. "The truth is, if you had wondered out there too long, you probably would have been noticed by the wrong people. At least here you would have protection against the punks who cause unnecessary trouble. The gangs in this city aren't any secret, I know you have herd about them."

I nodded, "Yes, I don't know much about them, but I do know they cause quite a problem to the city's officials."

Zeake once again had a grin on his face. "Good. Now what do you want for dinner. We have ta celebrate! There's another guy around here!"

Later I realized he all but said that anyone living in this house would be safe from gangs.

I grew used to the strange routine. Roxa would cook and handle anything that had to do with the kitchen. Except for washing the dishes. Zeake was able to wash the dishes without dropping, breaking, or slicing something.

Roxa's personality demanded alone time and personal space. She'd glare at someone who disrupted her time alone or got too close without her permission. When startled, Roxa had a nasty habit of throwing the first thing she could get her hands on.

Roxa didn't openly go to any school or work place. Most times she would be in her room, a variety of music drifting out from behind the door. Any time she was outside her room, she would read, draw or write.

She would leave the house almost randomly, and just as randomly, she would not come back, only to show up again with an arm load of groceries. Sometimes a grin would be on her face. Sometimes it would be carefully blank. I had asked Zeake once where she went, but he said he didn't know.

Zeake's habits were easier to figure out. He would leave for whatever job he had early in the morning, returning around five later that night. While waiting for dinner- if Roxa was around to make it- he would watch the news or read the daily newspaper. He and I would clean up after eating. If Roxa wasn't around, one had to fend for himself.

Zeake and Roxa's relationship was the only thing I could not understand. Certainly not father and daughter-their ages made that impossible. Zeake was about 24. I was shocked to find out Roxa was younger then me, only sixteen. They never called each other 'brother' or 'sister' or any other affectionate name. If they were romantically involved, they did not show it. They didn't sleep in the same room. I sometimes wondered where her legal guardians were, and if they even knew where she was and how she was doing. That line of thinking would lead me to thoughts of my own parents, but I would quickly squash them.

I meet Heero a few weeks after I had first walked into that strange house.

The front door banged open and Duo ran in. He expertly dodged the remote that flew at his head, and squealed "HIDE MEEEE!" He ran down the hall and hurled himself into the first room he saw. While I was trying to recover from the shock of a male's voice reaching such a high pitch, Roxa looked like she was trying to decide how to maul Duo for invading her room.

Another man came into the house moving calmly but quickly. His glare could have stopped a charging bull. Roxa pointed to her room, grinning. The man followed her fingers, nodding a silent greeting to me. He entered Roxa's room. A startled yelp from Duo later, the man dragged Duo out of the room.

Roxa gave Duo a stern glare. "I haven't even done anything yet!" Duo pleaded, trying to free himself from the other man's grip. "You would run too if you saw the death glare Heero gave me!"

"I found a paintball gun hidden in the front closet." The man -Heero- said. "Who knows what he would have done with it."

Roxa introduce me to Heero. Heero, again, just nodded. "What's with all of you silent types?" Duo ranted, "You are all just about nods 'n' stares 'n' blinks!" He began to violently shake the arm Heero still had a hold of.

They soon left, Duo still trying to break free of Heero's grasp, Roxa trying to breathe through the laughter. As soon as she could, she explained that Duo and Heero lived together, and were…close. She got up and went into her room, probably to check to see if her books were harmed any. She was very protective about her books.

Later that night, when Zeake returned home, Roxa told him about the latest escapade of Duo Maxwell. Zeake just groaned and muttered about how the door should stay locked, when he noticed the crack in the plastic of the remote control. He looked at Roxa with raised eye brows before turning the local news on.

"Mr. Winner only says that security will be stepped up to prevent other acts of vandalism. Back to you Jon."

"Thanks, Steve. In other news, Leslie Washburn has been found guilty for the murder of…" Zeake changed the channel to another station.

"…city officials say that steps have been taken to reign in the city's out of control gang population. Just this year, police records have shown an increase of fifteen percent in the number of gang related arrests. When we tried to find out more on these so called steps, Detective Grave would not elaborate."

A/N: Yeah, I make you wait a long time and I STILL don't make it long. I don't believe I have the attention span to make these things longer. That and the fact that I have most of this written out in about three different notebooks. Yay, four of the five are introduced. Now I just have to get Wufei in here somewhere somehow… and I've finally got the plot going. I hope you enjoyed. Please review, I need to know what I'm doing wrong/right, and if I can improve in any area. Now for my midnight snack and bed.