Hey there! This is my first GW fic, so please be gentle! I absolutely love Gundam Wing, but unfortunately, I haven't seen all the episodes ::pouts::. This fic is set after everything, and Relena and Heero are now married (*gags*) and have a son. Told in Darren's POV. Oh, and I'm still getting used to present tense, so please don't hurt me if I make a mistake or two! Personally, I hate Relena, so expect some bashing in this fic. This fic IS yaoi, so if you don't like, don't read. And all you homophobics out there, don't even try to flame me. You have officially been warned, and so if you flame me, it only proves that you don't listen and are inconsiderate jackasses. (Note that I mean no offense to the people who don't like my fics, only the one who flame me)

Disclaimer: *Blinks and whines* Do I have to? Ugh, fine. As you already probably know, I do not own Gundam Wing. I do, however, own Darren and any other original characters that you might see later on in this fic. If you want to use them, go ahead, just tell me first.

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"What do you mean you went shopping?!"

"Darren needed some new supplies for school!"

"That's not what this receipt says! You fucking maxed out my credit car by getting the interior of your limo redone! If you want to be more inconspicuous, don't leave the fucking proof lying right out on the table!"

"What does it matter anyway! It's just a credit card Heero! You can always get another!"

"JUST A CREDIT CARD?! Relena, you know we're on a budget! The Preventers don't pay as much as you think they do, and you don't even work!"

"I do too work! You of all people should know that! What I do is vital to peace amongst the government officials!"

"Oh, that's right! Sitting on your ass watching TV then wasting all of our money on foolish shopping trips with your giggly little half-wit girlfriends is important!"

"You son of a bitch!"

SLAM!

There goes dad out the front door. Looks like they're at it again. They're always fighting like this. They have been for 6 years now. At first it was just subtle arguments that were settled in less than an hour's time. Now, it seems like every time they're in the same room an explosion goes off. Most of the time I just barricade myself in my room and turn up my music very loud to drown out the sound.

I should probably introduce myself if you don't already know who I am. My name is Darren Yuy, son of Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft-Yuy. Why my mother opted to hyphenate her last name, I have no idea. I'm 15 years old, and consider myself to be just a normal teenager, though I suppose in many ways I'm not. I have blue eyes and messy chocolate hair like my father, but everyone says I have my mother's nose.whatever the hell that means. My dad works for The Preventers, what they actually do I'm not sure about. Mom's a diplomat, except these days they've needed her less and less. And for every day she doesn't work, she doesn't get paid. My dad set up a budget for us, which I find perfectly okay. I mean, do I really need 16 pairs of shoes like my mom says I do? My mom is a shop-o- holic. She never stops. She often takes along her friends, and now the bills are starting to rack up. It's been causing a lot of arguments around the house, many of which result in mom locking herself in her room while dad drives around town.

When my mom goes to business meetings, she loves to drag me along for some unknown reason. Dad hates it a lot, and I find the meetings very boring. Mom says I should go to keep up with the political stances, but what's the point of going to them when I already know it all? Whenever the cameras catch me, I'm usually sitting in the corner with a game or my music. Some say I'm the most handsome guy out there, and that TV publicity is good for me. I just shrug and say whatever.

I grew up in various places. Mom and dad are always traveling from the colonies to Earth. On Earth we live in a house in Japan, a beautiful villa that sits on top of a hill. I love to sit by the koi pond with my headphones and write things. Didn't I tell you? I love to write. Poetry, shorts stories, novels and novellas, I do 'em all. Dad says it's a good way to release emotions. He also told me to always follow my emotions. I'm not quite sure what he means, but I know I'll figure it out some day. I'll be blunt and say I'm smart. Not a total genius, but I'm smart enough to skip 2 grades. Mom wasn't happy, she thought I should have skipped 3. Dad just congratulated me and on occasion helps me study for a test.

Despite what you might think, I never see my parents' friends. Mom always meets her friends at the mall, and the only dinner guest we ever get is grandma. These days I'm starting to wonder whether dad has any friends. Sometimes I hear dad go on about people named Wufei or Quatre, but whenever he does mom goes into a fit and starts screeching at the top of her lungs. A couple times I got a call from a guy with an American accent asking for dad and asking how the 'Perfect Soldier' was, but I have no idea what he means. I ask his name, but every time one of my parents picks up the phone before he can answer. My curiosity has been begging me to ask one of them, but it seems to be such a sensitive subject for both of them.

Hours pass and soon enough I hear my dad's car pull up in the driveway. Mom is still locked up in her room, probably still watching TV. The car door slams shut and the front door opens and closes with a small slam. Cautiously, I turn off my music, head downstairs, and find him in the kitchen. He's turning on the stove, and I see a cutting board, a knife, and various vegetables on the little island in the center. Hmm, I didn't know it was dad's turn to cook tonight. Then again, he does tend to cook when he's angry. Dad has always been a better cook than mom, not that I would ever tell her. Mom has a horrible temper, one you don't cross twice.

"Hi Dad," I say very cautiously. He still looks mad.

"Huh?" he looks up wildly from the stove, spots me, and smiles, "Oh, it's you Darren."

"Daijobu?" I ask[1].

"Hai, son, I'm fine. Just a little." he trails off, his face telling me he's contemplating what word to use.

"Upset?" I volunteer.

"Hai," he replies and changing the subject says, "I was thinking we could have stir fry for dinner. What do you say?"

"Awesome!" I say eagerly. Dad makes the best stir fry on all the colonies.

He turns to start cutting the vegetables. I catch the now stoic look on his face and resist the urge to sigh. When I was younger, dad was always so happy. Around 7, I would start to see that now ever famous stoic look on his face, which he would always quickly wipe away when he saw me. When I turned 9, he and mom began to fight. Now.it's just awful.

But, throughout everything, my dad has been the best. Even when he's upset, he still has a smile ready just for me. He's always there for me, even when I felt I didn't need him. He looks like a very silent man, but he's about as warm and as hyper as they come. Well, at least, around me he is.

"I'm gonna go back to my room, I still have half of that book to read for school," I say.

"Okay. It's 5:45 right now, so dinner should be ready around 6:30," he informs me.

"Right!" I say, giving a small salute.

He chuckles lightly and salutes back. We've done that ever since I was a little kid. I don't exactly know how it started. All I can remember is dad receiving a package one day, and saluting the man. Ever since then, I've saluted him at odd moments as a joke. Sometimes to lighten the mood, sometimes just to be silly.

I turn and exit the kitchen. Climbing up the stairs, I decide to check on mom before returning to my book. Quietly, I walk down the carpeted hall and knock on the door.

"Come in," my mother's weary voice calls through the door.

I open the door a small amount and slip in. I see her lying on her bed. Her clothes are wrinkled, but from the expression on her face, she doesn't care. The TV is on, but she's not paying attention to it. Her focus is on the picture that she is holding before her.

From this angle I see that it's a picture of 6 people. Dad and mom are there, both dressed up fancy. Mom's wearing a powder blue spaghetti strap gown, dad in a traditional tuxedo. Next to dad is a boy with violet eyes and a long brown braid snaking down to his waist wearing an all black tuxedo and is winking and grinning like crazy. Next to him is a Chinese boy with jet black hair wearing dark slacks and a creamy white turtleneck who unsuspectingly has bunny ears from the braided boy. On the other side of mom is a small blonde boy with blue eyes. He's decked out in a white tux, and has his head turned to the tall boy next to him. The tall boy is a brunette, and has the funkiest hair I have ever seen. One long, thick bang covers half of his face, allowing only one green eye to be visible, and he looks like the silent type. He has on a black turtleneck and navy slacks, and is turned slightly to the blonde boy. All of them look so happy, even the stoic looking brunette. Mom's eyes are shining, and looks like she was having the time of her life, her hands latched onto dad's shoulder. They all look about 16 years old. Who are they? What do they have to do with my parents?

A small hiccup brings me back to reality. I look over to mom, who is wiping her cheeks. She must have been crying. I shake my head and lay a hand on her arm. She jumps slightly and looks up. Seeing it's me, she smiles and puts the photo down on her lap.

"Hello hunny," she says.

"Hi mom, are you okay?" I ask concerned.

"Yes dear, I'm fine," she assures.

"All right. I just came in to tell you that dad's home and dinner is at 6:30," I inform her.

"Oh," her voice is hard and just a little cold.

I smile sadly and remove my hand. I murmur something about a book and start to retreat. Just as I reach the door and begin to close it, I hear a small whisper, barely audible.

"Damn you Duo. He's mine, not yours. I won't let you have him."

I freeze momentarily. Who's Duo? What is mom talking about? I shake my head. I'll have to figure that out later. Now, I have to go finish reading that book. Damn school, it gets in the way of everything.

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[1] - In case you didn't know, Daijobu is japanese for 'are you okay?'

Eh heh, I had to put that comment about school in. Honestly, it does! Luckily, it's summer XD. That's chapter one for you. It's a bit short, but I promise to try and make the others longer. See that little button below? If you click it, a screen will pop up so you can send me your comments. Please, click that button. Please! I love reviews!!