Roses are Red and Violets are Black
Prologue
By Shinigami Liss

Warnings: GW sillyness and OOC- but I'm trying to keep in character!!
Disclaimer: Nothing GW is mine and this was written in fun- please don't sue!!

"Duo, why do you always wear black?" Quatre asked one day during dinner in one of their safe houses.

At this, Duo began to gag on his food, but stopped before any of the of the other pilots could start to pound on his back.

"Erm… Why're ya' askin' me? Heero and Trowa always wear black too." Duo squeaked after regaining hid breath -otherwise a few milliseconds later.

When Duo finished speaking, he noticed that the others were sweatdropping. Even Heero and Trowa were sweatdropping. Well, they couldn't really tell with Trowa, as the sweatdrop was hidden by his hair.

"Erm… did I say something wrong?" Duo asked, sweatdroping himself.

"Yuy and Barton both wear *green*, Maxwell." Wufei told him, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud at the sight of Duo embarrassed. A very funny sight indeed.

"Umm…. They do?" Duo asked, blushed furiously- his cheeks and neck beet red.


Quatre looked at Trowa, being the only one who could understand the silent 'Trowa' language, when he heard the question.

"…………?" Trowa 'asked'. In response, a look of understanding came upon Heero's face, yet his face didn't really change any. Actually, perhaps the 'look of understanding' wasn't correct - with Heero you could never tell.

"You're colorblind." He simply said.

"Yeah," Duo admitted -a little too easily- in a dejected tone of voice. "The only 'color' I can see is red. Just my luck, eh? This way I can see the blood that Shinigami's spilled."

"Oh." Quatre said. "Well, I suppose that answers my question."

Duo sweatdroped.