Note: Once again, no actual shonen-ai yet. Sorry if this moves to slow for you yaoi fans out there, but I like to set a stage and give reason before I do anything. It'll happen in the next couple of parts, I promise! They do seem to like each other a little bit though, ne? Enjoy!

His fellow pilot was walking down the hall, suitcase still in hand, and then he entered one of the rooms, Quatre hurrying to follow him. "You're gonna sleep in Hilde's old room, okay?" he asked as he flopped the suitcase on the bed and then followed suit. "It's the only spare room in the house."

Looking around the tiny room Quatre found it hard to imagine what it would've looked like with a woman living in it. The walls were bare and everything looked so plain. He nodded and walked over to sit on the tiny single bed. Duo looked up at him and grinned. "You don't mind if someone stays in this room?" he asked.

"Why should I? It was never my room," he responded simply, sitting up. "That party I mentioned is tonight, so lets see what you packed. Obviously we can't go shopping on such short notice, so we'll have to make do." He reached over and opened the suitcase, grimacing at the contents. "Way too formal for a party…" He shook his head and then looked over at Quatre, his eyes wandering up and down. The scrutinizing look made Quatre blush and he looked down at the bed to hide it. "I might have some things you can borrow." He grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room, down the hall, and into his room. "Let's see…you look about a size smaller than me…"

The Arabian pilot watched in wonder as his friend pulled out different outfits, looked at them, would shake his head and through down one article only to pick up another. In a total of five minutes he had at least ten outfits for Quatre to try. "I don't know, Duo…I don't look very good in those type of clothes…" he said warily as he fingered a pair of leather pants. "They just aren't me…" He looked up at the fellow pilot to see him grinning.

"You might, you just don't like the overall style so you don't think it looks good on you. Anybody can pull this off, as long as they have a fit body I mean." When he realized he'd mentioned something about his friend's body he scratched the back of his head and looked away. "Anyway, I didn't mean it like that. I meant you can't be fat…" Quatre nodded and Duo grinned again. "C'mon, just try some on, okay?" He was pleading his friend and the blonde found he couldn't say no.

He sighed and hung his head. "Alright, Duo, I'll try some things on…" he replied tiredly as he picked up an outfit and went into the bathroom to change. He came back out in a pair of loose-fitting black pants, a white tank top, and a casual through-over shirt. Looking in the mirror he shook his head. "I told you, I look horrible," he said as he turned in the mirror. Duo shook his head.

Duo picked up a pair of jeans and through them at him. "You just don't look good in black pants, try these instead," he responded simply, as if that would simply fix the problem. When Quatre came back out he nodded. "That's what I was looking for. You look good; the ladies will love ya."

The thought of women finding him overly attractive was foreign to Quatre and as he turned in front of the mirror to get the full angle he didn't believe Duo's words at all. Sensing his doubt Duo walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're way to humble, Quatre," he said, his tone that of admonishment. "Be more confident in your features. You're not an ugly guy, okay?"

Hearing that for the first time from Duo was a shocker to Quatre and he pulled away slightly, staring at him. "I just never thought of it that way, I was never raised to…court many women…" he replied as he straightened his shirt. "My father had views on men like that, he called them all womanizers and very dishonorable." He sighed and shook his head. "I just never thought otherwise. Women…they're a mystery to me, romantically anyway. Any girl is like a sister to me, you know? That's it…"

His friend's face brightened and he clapped his hands together. "That's what it is!" he exclaimed and Quatre looked at him in surprise. "The reason you don't look happy. You've never fallen in love!" That exclamation rendered Quatre speechless, so he stood there staring at him. "Well, I promise you, before you leave here, you'll feel it."

That thought had never occurred to Quatre. Every day was the same and he had never thought anything would change that. He thought he was comfortable without a love life. All it was, was a distraction to his work. "Duo…you don't have to do that…" he replied unsurely. "I don't think I'd be very good at it…it's just not in my…personality, I guess…" He shrugged and went to sit on Duo's bed, placing his chin in his upright hands. "I never missed it, until you brought it up." He stretched back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well then, it's about time somebody tried to wake you up," Duo said, placing his hands on his hips and moving back over to his dressers. "Now…what should I wear…whatever it is, it can't overpower yours that way you'll get a dance or two." He grinned over his shoulder as he pulled out his classic leather pants, red skin-fitting tank top with a turtle neck, and leather jacket. "What about this?"

Quatre looked at it and raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit much?" he asked. Duo shook his head and started to change. Embarrassed, the blonde looked away, facing the opposite wall. "Couldn't you use the bathroom?" he asked, his tone annoyed.

The American shrugged as he pulled on the leather coat. "Nah. The more the better, you get more chicks that way," he replied simply. "Ready? Let's go!" He pulled Quatre up by the arm and ran a brush through his hair. Quatre grimaced since he was brushing so hard and messing up his well-kept hair. Duo laughed and then looked in the mirror. "Dammit, I have to redo my braid…we'll be late…" he stated as he undid the hair-tie at the end. "I'll just put it in a ponytail…"

To Be Continued…