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Disclaimer: *trying to purchase G-wing rights over the phone * WHAT!?! You want 10 MILL.?! CMON! And HOW OLD IS THE SHOW!? YEAH WELL SAME TO YOUR MOM! …nope…I don't got nothing. But if you'd like to lend me, ohhhhhhhh say 9,999,999 dollars…

"Well, Maxwell aren't WE getting home late…"

The front door of the group home shut and a black coat went flying, landing gracefully on the back of a plush couch.

"What's it to ya Heero?" Duo sat down on next to his coat. "Didja miss me that much." He turned to his cold companion, who looked up from his laptop to receive a mocking kiss blown from the braided baka.

"Fuck off…" He murmured returning to his typing.

"Don't get TOO friendly Yuy! It might make you vulnerable! OR EVEN WORSE! LIKEABLE!"

"And again…" Heero stood closing his laptop, "fuck off."

"I'm just kidding! Don't leave!" Duo called after him, pouting severely. "Hey! Where is everyone else anyway!" The former deathscythe pilot could hear water running from a nearby faucet. "Don't ignorrrrrrrreeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeee" Duo jeered.

"They went out clubbing okay?" Heero emerged with a glass of water.

"Liar. Quatre can't take it at clubs. He got group grinded and was never the same."

"Then I don't know where they went."

"Fine be that way." Duo turned around folding his arms and sticking his nose in the air childishly, turning his attention to the nightly news. Wasn't all to intriguing, just one of those snippet reports. Something about Date rape and how women stay in abusive relationships.

::What kinda fucktard would hurt someone who can't defend themselves. I can just imagine Wu fei blaming the women for being weak or somethin'::

 Deflating his chest of all the air with a long, loud sigh, he announced his boredom of the program with a push on the channel button of the remote.

"What were you up to tonight, Maxwell." Heero musta been bored as hell to try to start a conversation with Duo, the guy who never stops talking, the one with the endless air supply.

"For your information," he started out in a superior tone, "I was out with a wonderful young lady. Sweet. Nice. Pretty."

"Taken." The zero pilot couldn't help but let the sneering grin on his face paste itself there firmly.

"How'd you know?"

"Her 'boyfriend', as he calls himself, worked on Quatre's car after you trashed it. Apparently he was incarcerated after beating another worker senseless over a disagreement."

Ignoring the wild accusation that while Duo himself was drunk, stole Quatre's car and took it for a joy ride into a street lamp, he continued this time fiddling with the end of his braid. "What a fucker." He smirked to himself "Oh well, let 'em fight it out."

"There was a rumor going around it was a woman he assaulted."

"Seriously!?"

"Hn."

"Well if it's just a rumor…and Ayame is a smart girl! If she knew that she wouldn't go near him!"

"Are you so sure…" there goes that monotone voice again. The one that use to surface right before Heero pressed that shiny red self-destruct button.

"I'm sure I'm sure!...I think I'm sure."

"Call her you idiot. Make sure she's okay. Christ… see why we didn't get you that puppy? You can't even ensure a human's own safety." The cold one spat out at his more that worried gundam pilot counterpart.

"GEEZ I'M DIALING! HOLD THE FUCK ON!"

::Goddamit Ayame. Please let her pick it up please let her pick it up.:: the mantra ran through his head about a thousand times before there was a click on the other line.

"HELLO?!"

Duo froze. The deep, male voice on the other side of the phone forced him to mentally recoil.

"Hello." Duo repeated himself, "Oh…. yeah this is him…okay…yeah I just called to make sure she got in okay…Okay good! Thanks, have a nice night." He ended on a polite note. A breath of relief blew from his lips.

"See! Told ya. Oh and thanks for giving me an aneurysm. Just call the morgue in the morning and tell them my head exploded" Holding his head in his hands, Duo retreated to his bedroom to search for any kinda drug he had that could stop the incessant pounding.

"Hn…"