Title: Agent Wing

Disclaimers: Not mine to own, never have been. I'm just 'borrowing' their characters cause they's is cool!

Warnings: Shounen-ai, sci-fi-ish, bizarreness, mild swearing, aliens in flying saucers, me knowing nothing of army positions or whatever they are called, I'm trying ok? If you don't like any of this and flame me, I will personally laugh at you cause I don't care. I write this to appease my boredom and my creativity. Kapeish?

Pairings: 2+1, 4+3, 5+M, 6+13, and a possible mention of 6+9

Onto the story!!!!

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Chapter 1

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Heero sat patiently in the big wooden chair waiting for his commanding officer to arrive and give him word of his new mission. The door slid open with a swish and his commanding officer, Treize Kushrenada strode in with a young man with long brown hair that trailed behind his back. Treize sat down at the head of his desk, the young man taking a seat next to Heero, smiling politely as he sat down.

"Good afternoon Agent Wing," Treize said as he pulled out a file from drawer on his desk.

"This is Agent Deathscythe under the classification of 02. He will be assigned as your partner from now on. His skills compliment perfectly your strengths and weaknesses and the same applies vice versa. Colonel Une picked him out herself. He's a perfect match and we have been contemplating over this for a long time. You are the only one on this team without a partner so I left Colonel Une to find you a partner. He will be rooming with you in your quarters." Heero sunk low in his chair and pouted like a third grader as Treize continued to talk about his new partner-one he did not want. How could Treize do this to him? He knew he hated working with a partner and worked best alone. This was going to be Hell.

Heero had been so caught up with himself that he nearly missed the: "so it's settled then, you are to take the week off so you can both get to know each other." Heero groaned inwardly as Treize continued on.

"Welcome aboard the team, Agent Deathscythe." Treize extended a hand to shake the effeminate man's hand. When the newly acquired teammate turned to shake Heero's hand in a friendly gesture, Heero glared coldly which normally would make anyone cringe and avoid him but instead it earned him an undesired effect. The man, Agent Deathscythe, winked at him as Heero dully noted his eyes were a dark blue that had violet flecks in them, as he took Heero's hand and firmly shook it.

"It will be a pleasure working with you Agent Wing," he said in a rich tenor as he grinned impishly.

Treize smiled nervously as he noticed Heero's glare. "Show him where your apartment is. Dismissed." Treize sighed out a breath of air as Heero retreated stiffly out into the hallway with his new partner toting behind him whistling merrily to a sea chantey.

"Let us hope Heero doesn't kill me or the man! He's the best we've got," Treize said to himself as he sat back down in his chair.



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"So what's your name? Mine's Duo Maxwell!" The said Duo exclaimed as they walked down the pristine white halls of the International Base of Alien Investigators.

"Hn, baka."

"You're name's Hn Baka? That's a silly name!" Duo giggled as he poked Heero in his back.

"I have to know a name that I can call you by. Agent Wing could sound strange and suspicious in public if we were not undercover. People would think I'm crazy, not that I'm not already but-" Duo's sentence was cut off as Heero clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Do you ever shut up? My name is Heero Yuy." Heero stated, annoyance dripping through his tone of voice as he dropped the hand that covered Duo's mouth and stalked off to his room, which he now unfortunately shared with Duo.

"Sheesh! You don't have to be so rude! A polite, "may you please be quiet for a moment," would have been nicer, but nooo!" Duo argued as his cheeks flushed an angry red.

Heero let out a whimpered sigh of annoyance, speaking Japanese as he looked upwards. "What misfortune has brought this on me! I swear if being nicer to that Peacecraft woman will remedy this…God of Death, take me away and end my misery!" Heero whispered as he threw his hands up in annoyance.

Duo looked up from his jagged bangs and murmured softly: "Your wish is my command." (1)

Heero never heard the comment as he took off his coat and water for Duo to enter the 3-roomed Spartan apartment. It had a room with two beds, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. It was small and resourceful as were all the quarters for the agents on the field. "That is your bed right there next to the window. Food is in the fridge, make yourself at home-bye!" Heero said as he headed back towards the door, hoping to escape his private hell. An arm blocked the exit as he ran into it. He turned to glare at Duo who only smiled in return at him.

"Treize ordered us that we had to get to know each other. Where do you think you're going?" Duo inquired, the arm still blocking his escape.

"Out," came the non-committal reply.

Duo's nostrils flared as he snorted. "I highly doubt that. I took the time to get to know some of your background information from the folder Treize sent to me. The least you could do is learn mine," Duo said as he thrust a folder into Heero's right hand.

"It wouldn't kill you to learn about your partner, now would it? It might come in handy in a life or death situation. We're supposed to work as a team, remember?" The violet-eyed boy said, lecturing the unreceptive Heero who just stood in the doorway with the blankest of expressions.

"Hn. I don't want to be your partner, I never asked for one to begin with. I'm asking to either be reassigned to a new base or you be reassigned to a new partner." Heero said in a monotone.

Duo rolled his eyes as he removed his arm and flopped down on a chair. "Like that's going to work, buddy. You're the only one in the Zero-Class that doesn't have a partner. They chose me for you! You're wish isn't going to be granted any time soon. Although, Treize did warn me that you'd be difficult and stubborn. I never imagined how right he was. You're such a bastard." Duo shoved Heero aside roughly as he stormed out of the apartment. Heero puffed out a breath of air at and shrugged at Duo's display of temper as he sat down at his desk and booted up his laptop.


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A dark figure sat calmly in a char as he waited patiently for his servant to arrive. The door opened quietly as a humanoid creature stepped in. "Sir, we have been unable to locate him. We will continue our search though."

The dark figure hissed at the servant. "You had better hurry up and find my son. I pity the person near him in three moon's time. The fate of our kind depends on him!"

The servant bowed his head, his calico tail twitching nervously. "Yes my lord. We will not rest until we find him." The figure dismissed the servant and watched as he scurried out his quarters with silvery-gray eyes.

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Foot Notes:

1. Paraphrased from RavynFyre's "Inferno's Touch" on Gundam Wing Addiction. It's a wonderful story! I recommend that you all read it! Also, Heero is NOT aware that Duo does speak Japanese. He never looked at the files like he was supposed to! Tsk, tsk. Naughty Hee-chan!

Also what do you think? Should I continue??? Want to know who this dark mysterious figure is?! Dun dun dun!