Author's Note: A thing or two from earlier chapters comes back into this one. If you don't understand a few things, reread the whole story by going back to the prologue. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or anything concerning Hugh Hefner and his Playboy bunnies.

Warning: Making you use your powers of memory, very suggestive costumes on females, fictional death scenes

Halloween

"I can't believe you're making me do this."

"But Kid, you look so pretty!"

"Solo. Don't make me hurt you."

Solo finished tying the silk belt around his silk robe and smirked. Oh yes, revenge was good. Duo should have never trusted him with choosing a costume. Payback for turning the hot water off on him was so sweet.

"Why do you get to be Hugh?"

"Cause I have the money, bunny."

"Solo, seriously, don't make me hurt you."

Solo examined his costume that consisted of silk pajamas, a silk robe, and slippers. He looked just like one Hugh Hefner, a great and glorious man from the twentieth century. But he had to admit, he looked much better. At least he wasn't old and wrinkly.

"C'mon, my lovely Kid. You'll have a great time."

"Solo, I'm not going out there like this."

"Don't make me cut you off."

"I'm not getting anything! Besides, I look like a whore!"

"Not true. You should have been here last year. Those bitches were dressed skankier than that and I shudder to think what they'll be doing this year."

"But there's going to be kids here!"

"And they know more about the human body than most kids their age. They've probably seen more skin than what you're showing. Besides, I can guarantee that you won't be alone."

"Solo…"

"C'mon over here and look at yourself." Solo pulled a reluctant Duo over so the now-unbraided one could see himself.

Duo was dressed as what Solo called a "Playboy Bunny." He wore a strapless, one-piece bikini suit, his legs covered by dark pantyhose, a collar wrapped snugly around his neck complete with a bow tie, and last but not least, two floppy bunny ears were perched happily on his head. The one thing that Solo lamented was that Duo refused the high heels. So, he went for the next best thing, which were knee high leather boots. It was either that or the high heels. Guess which one Duo chose.

"You look smashing," Solo teased, grinning at the reflections.

A sudden click caused him to look down and pale. There on his wrist was a fuzzy handcuff, the other cuff securely fastened to Duo's wrist.

"If I have to suffer, then I'm taking you down with me," Duo grinned cheekily.

"Where did you find this, Kid?" Solo asked, dreading the answer.

"Your closet. You're such a naughty boy, aren't you Solo?"

"They're collector's items," Solo defended.

"Solo, there's a jar of expired chocolate sauce up there."

"Expired? Are you sure?"

"And I thought they were collector's items."

"I hate you Kid."

---

The two were assaulted by little kids, all dressed in Halloween costumes generously donated by none other than Solo himself. It seemed the blond knew them as he greeted many of them by name.

And then, one of the kids just happened to notice the handcuff.

"What's that?" the little girl asked, wide eyes looking straight up at Solo. The blond couldn't think of anything to say but fortunately, Duo intervened.

"Joke gone wrong."

The kids just nodded their heads in understanding and didn't comment further.

Solo stuck with the kids, probably because their presence was acting like a ward against the other guests. Duo knew that it was only a matter of time before Solo had to deal with them. If he recalled correctly from his time being one of Quatre's guests, it was rude of the host to not mingle. Solo caught his attention and pointed to a person among the adults.

It took Duo a bit but soon he figured who Solo was pointing out. It was a man of average height with combed black hair. Green eyes focused on one of the guests and the handsome features contorted as he laughed at what Duo assumed to be a joke. The man was dressed as a vampire except he didn't have the pointed teeth or pale make-up on.

"You know who that is, Kid?" Solo whispered.

Duo shook his head and waited for Solo to continue.

"You remember a few months ago, the Preventers busted up that drug ring on Earth? Well, he was the kingpin behind it. Looks to me as if he managed to get out of the Preventers' radar."

"What's his name?" Duo whispered, his eyes not leaving the man.

"His name is Markus Troy. Controls about three or four of the street gangs on L2. Made a lot of money through drug trafficking and distribution. Until the Preventers took it down, very lucrative. He's on the rebound now, just waiting for an opportunity."

"Lucrative? That's a big word."

"I know, tell me about it."

"Can we do something about him?" Duo asked quietly.

"No, not now. He's part of the L2 elite, so at the moment he's untouchable. However, if we were to leak it to the Preventers, it would be a matter of time before he was put behind bars."

"Scumbag," Duo muttered, glaring at the kingpin.

"They all are," Solo replied. "Don't you know? Behind every great fortune is a great crime. That goes for every person here, including me. Even the Winner Family at one time were nothing more than criminals. It's almost impossible nowadays to gather as much wealth as these people have. It had to come from somewhere, and it just so happens to be from the pockets of the poor."

"I'd like to make them suffer," Duo muttered.

"Wouldn't we all?"

Their conversation was put to a halt, as Solo's dreaded vultures/bitches descended on them. The presence of Duo seemed to stop them momentarily but they surged forward nonetheless.

Solo had been correct about the girls' choice of dress. All were dressed up either as sluts, whores, dominatrixes, and other sexual professions. A normal man would have gone hard at the sight and drooled. Solo wasn't a normal man. He had scene many of the "costumes" on the streets, and the sight didn't affect him. Those dressed as dominatirxes were attention getters, but the blond was not concerned. However, the ones dressed in Japanese school girl uniforms with the incredibly short skirts were tempting.

Duo was appalled at how right Solo had been. All these girls were showing more skin than he was and he was dressed up as a damn Playboy bunny! The lust in their eyes as they threw themselves at Solo disgusted him. He lifted his cuffed hand, bringing Solo's up as well so that all nearby could see.

"Don't think so, girls. I got to him first," Duo announced, smirking. Solo blushed a deep red and adverted his eyes in embarrassment. Sure he wanted the Kid to save him from this fate but did he have to do it like this?

--- (1)

Duo's idea of protecting Solo hadn't been the best idea. The vultures gave murderous looks to Duo and contended his claim. Not being one to remain silent, Duo made a snappy comeback and it all went downhill from there. Security had to be called in to prevent an all-out brawl. Solo noticed that a few of the older, male orphans looked downcast but Solo knew that disappointment was anything but innocent.

It seemed even the younger generation enjoyed catfights.

As he forcefully led Duo away from the mob, he noticed that Duo held some hair in his hand. Blond hair to be precise. And Solo knew for a fact that nobody had pulled his hair out and Duo was brunette.

Damn, that could have gotten ugly.

Duo would have been foaming at the mouth if Solo hadn't introduced him to the buffet table. That was enough of a distraction so Solo could give a sigh of relief. Making sure that Duo didn't become a human vacuum and eat all the food, he forcefully led him back to the orphans for the rest of the party.

When it became time for the kids to leave (bedtime is a bitch), Solo claimed fatigue to the rest of his guests, and returned to his suite, dragging his date with him. After spending an hour of searching for the damned keys to the handcuffs, when they were finally released, Duo suggested they watch a movie. When Solo asked what kind, Duo simply replied, "A comedy."

---

The teenage idiot blond who had just had premarital sex screamed as the psycho killer decapitated her.

"I never get tired of that!" Duo crowed, stuffing popcorn into his mouth.

Watching the slasher flick continue, Solo spoke, "I bet a full body massage that the geeky kid is gutted next."

"You're on. I bet that it's the redhead. She's just begging to get an ax to the head," Duo countered.

The sound of a head being crushed sounded from the surround sound stereo and Duo made an exclamation of victory.

"Damn it," Solo cursed light heartedly. "A cuddle right now says that the old man is next."

"Nope, it's the prick with the pick-up."

A cry of pain soon followed.

"I can't believe this," Duo stated as he watched the corpse of a dead old man being dragged away. A strong arm wrapped around him and pulled him up to a warm body. It was taking all the control Duo had not to lash out.

"This ain't so bad, is it Kid?" Solo asked, eyes glued to the television. Duo shook his head. It was actually kind of comfy. "Just relax, Kid. Lie your head back…that's right, get comfy, stay a while."

After a few more minutes of gorefest and screaming, idiotic teenagers, Duo finally spoke, "She trips in the hallway, in front of the door."

Sure enough, the blond heroine did. However, Solo spoke, "Doesn't get her. He gets shot."

A gun shot was heard and the psycho killer fell back. A few more gunshots and he was dead.

Stopping the movie because the next few minutes would be nothing but sap and that there was no final scare at the end, Solo asked, "So, do want to see something else?"

"How about a tragedy?" Duo suggested.

Getting up, Solo removed the DVD disk and put another one, getting back in his former position, pulling Duo close.

When the title of another horror movie showed up on the screen, Duo sighed. "Indeed a tragedy. A tragedy it was ever made."

"Want to make fake commentary?" Solo suggested.

"But of course," Duo replied.

(1) I would have put down what happened next but no matter what I did, I couldn't think of something good. So I'm skipping it and giving a brief summary.