A/N: Okay, this is the tame version of the next chapter. The other horribly disturbed me, since it was… oh we don't need to go into that now. Anyway, thank you very much to everyone who reviewed, they were really helpful, I'll keep everything in mind. Okay then, here goes…

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'- Hey, you know what, forget it. It's late.' Heero patted Duo on the shoulder and made his way towards the door.

'Um, sure. See you in the morning then Heero, I guess…'

Heero waved a hand over his shoulder and closed the kitchen door behind him. Duo stared at it for a while, stood up, chucked his mug in the sink, and slumped up to his room.

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'Quatre, I need that report before three so I can send it off.' Heero said, squinting in the bright sunlight as he walked out into the yard. Quatre, Duo and Trowa were sitting on sunbeds, cocktails in hand, laughing loudly at a joke.

'What? Oh, sure Heero, whatever.' Quatre said.

'You too Duo.'

'Yeah, I'll put it on your desk later.' Duo looked over to him. He was wearing electric-pink rimmed sunglasses and a sombrero. Heero glared at him profusely. 'Do you wanna drink? You've been working hard lately, I think you deserve a break.'

'Yeah, come on Heero!' Quatre grinned and held up a bottle of Vodka. Heero stalled as he began to warm up in the sunlight. Duo looked so happy, and he would like to see more, but…

'No thank you. Enjoy your alcohol.' He said sharply, and left without another word.

Duo raised his eyebrows. 'What's his problem?' Quatre and Trowa shared a knowing look. '…What?'

'Nothing.' Trowa said, surpressing a smile.

'You know something.' Duo said, narrowing his eyes. 'Tell me-'

Quatre quickly took Duo's glass from his hand. 'Refill?'

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'Lousy reports, why do I always have to do one? Stupid…' Duo muttered darkly to himself and rapped his fist on Heero's door. 'Heero? I got your damn report here. You know how long this took me? I hope for your sake its still sunny tomorrow, 'cos I've missed out on… Heero are you listening to me?'

Duo frowned and nudged the door open. The room was empty, but his computer was still on.

'Huh.'

He walked over to the desk and looked at the computer screen.

'Oh Heero, leaving your personal files on view? You should know better, who knows what kind of immoral person could go through them…' Duo scrolled down, looking for anything of interest to him. 'Boring bastard.' He was about to leave, when he saw the edge of a minimised object in the corner of the screen.

'" Password required". Arse.'

Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the room. He quickly returned the screen to the state he found it in and stood up looking sheepish.

'What are you doing in my room?' Heero ran over and pushed Duo away from the computer.

'Hey, chill. I came to give you this-' he handed him a floppy disk. 'It's got my report on.'

'Don't ever look at my files.' Heero glared.

'Yeah whatever.'

'Ever.'

'Alright, alright!' Duo said, touching his arm lightly. Heero shrugged away and turned to his computer.

'Go.' He growled.

Duo raised his palms and walked out.

Heero's face softened when the door banged shut behind Duo. He relaxed slightly and sat down in his chair. The dirty window let in a few beams of light as it began to fade into a striking shade of pink with the coming of evening, and the sudden change caught Heero's attention. He turned his head towards the window, watching the beams fluctuate as clouds passed through them. He drew out his arms and cupped the sunlight in his hands. The milky-softness of it masked all of his scars and wounds, making his tired and bruised knuckles look as perfect and untouched as a child's. He clenched his fist and watched the shadows of his fingers for a moment. A cloud passed over the sun, and the light disappeared. Heero frowned and turned back to his computer and started to type furiously.

It took Heero about an hour to complete the full report on the groups current status and his plans for the next assault on Oz. When he had finished and sent it off, he brought up the object Duo had tried to look at and entered a password. A folder was brought up. He scrolled down and clicked on a document. Again a password was typed in before he could have access. A screen came into view, and he read through its pages. Before Heero was not a secret infiltration plan, or blueprints to a new Gundam, or classified Oz codes; it was an unfinished letter, addressed to Duo. He had written the beginning, and the part where he said goodbye, but Heero wasn't very good at explaining things, so the middle part was taking more time than he had expected. Heero put his hands on the keyboard and started to type.

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