Wiccachic: HEY!!! Thanks for the reviews!!!!! Um…I just wanna tell monkie-baka to shut up and just read…no more obnoxious little reviews!! ::grins:: (just to let ya'll know, she is a close friend of mine and was just jokin, as am I.) domo arigato!! ::glomps and snuggles:: oh…still waitin for some input on Wu-wu…….any would be nice, cuz I know ya'll want him in here. (if you cant tell, I'm a southern bell so don't make fun a my writin) oh…I forgot on the last chapter, but for my obligatory disclaimer, I own no one and nothing……tho I wish I did ::wink::

Duo woke the next morning with a smile. He had had a wonderful dream involving Heero, silk scarves and a can whip cream. He shook his head to expel the pleasant images and got up, scratching and stretching. He frowned when he heard a knock on his door and he went to answer it boxers, curiosity getting the better of him. A young woman was standing on the other side, a covered tray balanced precariously on her hand. "Mr. Maxwell?"

"Yeah?" He watched her eyes trail down his almost naked lean body and smirked. "Need something?"

"Uh…yes. Yes sir. I-I was ordered to bring this to your room for breakfast, sir." the young woman handed him the tray, wide eyes still trailing over his body and he smiled.

"I don't have my wallet with me for your tip, if you could wait here…?"

"Wha-? Oh! That's not necessary, Mr. Maxwell…consider it a freebee." She winked and walked off. Duo shook his head with a smile and walked back into his hotel room. He squashed the sudden hope that it had been sent from Heero and sat it on the table in front of the couch.

He slowly reached for the lid to the tray and lifted it cautiously. He yelped and tossed the lid across the room, staring in shock at the dead bat that was resting on the silver platter. He reached out with a shaky hand when he caught site of a little strip of white paper.

~Do you understand??~

He let the paper fall from his nerveless fingers and stared. The phone rang and he robotically answered. "Hello?"

"Do you?" the same voice from the night before asked.

"Who the fuck are you?" Duo growled.

A raspy chuckle whispered gratingly across Duo's ears. "That is not important. Just refrain from seeing Heero Yuy ever again."

"Who has a problem with Heero and I being friends?" Duo scratched his head.

"It is not the friend part that is the problem. I know you want to be more than just friends, though. Keep your distance." Before Duo could make another comment, the man hung up.

Duo stared at the phone before placing it back on the receiver. He didn't hear the knock at the door, didn't even look up when he heard a slight gasp. He whole focus was fixed on the little dead bat on his table. "Duo?" He looked up into Quatre's worried eyes. He held the note in one delicate hand. "What is this?"

Duo shrugged. "Secret admirer." he joked.

"This is no laughing matter, Duo-san." Quatre whispered. He watched as Trowa disposed of the mutilated corps, and then took his lover's hand. "Who sent it?"

"I don't know." Duo replied. He hung his head slightly, grabbing it with both hands. "I got a call last night-" He looked up a frowned. "Why are you here?"

"I was worried after your call to me last night and decided to come and check on you." Quatre sat beside Duo and grabbed his hand. "Tell us why they are threatening you." he demanded softly.

Duo shrugged again. "The first call was last night. He told me to beware of who my 'friends' were. Then this morning, a girl who works here gave me that, saying someone ordered it for me for breakfast."

"Has he called again?"

"Yeah, this morning before you got here."

Quatre looked at him a moment and Duo remained silent. "Well?" he prodded. "What did they say this time?"

"That I shouldn't be friends with Heero." Duo said quietly.

"Do you think it could be someone actually after Heero? Maybe they are trying to warn you that they plan to kill him, and you would have gotten in the way."

Duo looked up. He had never thought of that angle. Before he could make a comment, Quatre had turned and picked up the phone, dialing a number. "Heero?"

Duo stared at him. How had the blonde had Heero's number? Trowa smiled at him. "Cell phone." was all he said. Duo frowned and listened in to the half of the conversation he could hear, straining to hear even a thread of Heero's voice.

"Hey, yeah…do you think you could come over to Duo's hotel room right now?--no, not later. Right now. Really? Okay, see you when you get here." He hung up the phone and looked at Duo and Trowa. "He said he'd be here in a few minutes." They sat in silence for a few minutes till Quatre cleared his throat and blushed slightly. "You, uh, might want to put some clothes on first."

Duo frowned before looking down. He was still in just his boxers. (a/n: you thought I forgot that part, didn't you?? ::wink) He shrugged and stood, walking to the bedroom to grab some clothes. Quatre and Trowa shared a look behind his back, but stayed silent till the door closed behind his bed messy braid.

"I don't think this assassin is after Heero." Quatre said quietly. Trowa simply nodded. "Why do you think he's after Duo?"

"I can't say." Trowa replied, staring thoughtfully at Duo's closed door. "What is it about Heero that the don't want Duo to be close to?"

"Maybe it's someone who wants Heero?"

Trowa tilted his head slightly. "Maybe."

Someone knocked at the door interrupting their conversation, and Quatre got up to answer it. Heero stood on the other side, a perplexed look on his normally stoic face. "Can you tell me what the rush was now?"

"Just a moment. Can you come into the main room please?"

Heero followed the platinum blonde pilot into the living room and sat. He nodded at Trowa, then there was silence. They all were waiting for Duo to come out of his room.

Said ex-pilot was sitting on his bed, jeans undone and still shirtless. He never thought that someone could want to hurt Heero. That was totally unacceptable. He stood and buttoned his jeans before grabbing a shirt and exiting his room.

Heero looked up when the door to Duo's room opened and only his training kept his jaw from hitting the floor. The brunette had his hair down and was brushing it, t-shirt dangling from his fingers. He looked up and met Heero's eyes. Violet crashed with Prussian and they shared a look for a long silent moment. Quatre and Trowa smiled softly at each other before Quatre cleared his throat. "If we could all be seated?"

Duo nodded and quickly braided his waist length hair before pulling the shirt over his head and plopping in the seat next to Heero. "Well?" Heero looked at all of them. "What is the big deal?"

"Has someone been threatening to kill you?" Quatre asked out right.

"NANI??" Heero looked at the three other boys as if they had lost their minds. They stared at him rather seriously. "No. Why should they?" he was honestly perplexed now.

"Because some one threatened Duo, saying that he shouldn't be friends with you anymore."

Heero stood, eyes flashing with anger. "WHO??"

"We don't know. Quatre replied."

"Well, we have to make sure that he's protected-"

"So no one is after you?" Duo broke in.

Heero looked down at him, frowning. "I said no."

Duo smiled. "Good! Alright, you guys can go and leave me to the rest of my vacation in peace." he stood, prepared to push the other boys out of his room.

"Are you insane?" Heero asked. He shook his head and refused to budge. "I am going to stay right here with you."

"What? I don't need you to protect me, Heero. I can well look after myself."

"It has been two years since the war and you are out of practice with fighting."

"That has nothing to do with it, Heero. You don't just forget how to fight."

The two stepped into each others faces, glaring. Quatre and Trowa shared a look before quietly leaving the apartment. "I. Am. Staying. End of story."

"NO! I will be fine! Besides, what about your duties to Releena."

Heero opened his mouth to say something, then closed it with a snap. The braided baka had a point and he knew it. "Fine." he murmured.

"I will see you to the door." Duo smiled in victory.

"Good. I want you to pack your clothes."

Duo's jaw dropped. "Huh?"

Heero walked toward Duo's bedroom, calling over his shoulder. "I can't stay here, you will come with me."

"Heero!"

"No."

"But-"

"No buts, Duo. You are coming with me." He poked his head out of the bedroom. "I just gained you as a real friend, I don't intend to loose you." He disappeared back into the room.

Duo felt all the warm mushy feelings in the pit of his stomach and wondered what would it hurt to live right beside the main star in all his wet dreams? He groaned. It was going to be a loon two weeks.

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"We have a problem."

"What?"

"He is trying to protect him."

"What?"

"He told him about the threats, now Heero is determined to protect him."

"Damn!! Aright, D-day moves up to this week end, make sure everything is in place."

"Your wish is my command." ~CLICK~

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Wiccachic: vague enough for ya? ::snuggles Quatre-san:: isn't he adorable?? When I write next, They'll probably be sharing a room or something and Duo will come face to face with the bitch from hell for the first time since she proved that she was the queen of all bitches. (Releena, if you couldn't decode my bad language) please review!!!! Wo ai ni!!!