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Author's note: I just dragged myself from kempo; my arm is twitching from punching. Good lord o might and all that good shit, it's time for bed! Hey, and maybe a story! Part 7 will be out soon to make up for the lack... of well... everything. Lmao. ^-0 Thanks!! AND THANK YOU FOR your persistent e-mails. For those of you who consider emailing me, I promptly answer all emails once I am home from work.

Now once upon a time there was a little boy who just COULDN'T keep his clothes on, when he grew up little had changed, and his name was Duo Maxwell. (Excerpt from a short fic in progress, Whaddya think? Would you be interested in something like that?

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His eyes fluttered open, his body stiff, and a foreign but surprisingly familiar ache biting at his side. Twisting his body, and blearily feeling around for something solid, Quatre latched onto the side of the posh love seat in his office and hauled himself to his feat. In such a weak state, even his body weight felt like picking up a mecha forged from gundanium. Had he hit himself on his way to the floor?

Quatre froze.

Absurdly, tears were pooling in his soft sapphire eyes, then streaming down his cheeks in powerless trickles with every blink. With detached fear, Quatre whipped at the liquid with his hands, and then finally with the arm of his sleeve.

What was wrong with him? Oh God, what was wrong with him!?

Quatre coughed hysterically, finding himself back on the ground; images of thick liquid, black as pitch and shinny as lacquer, splashing against a stone wall and streaming into a flood of blood on the floor sparked in front of his eyes. The horrific phantasmagoria subsided and another wave of darkness engulfed him.

...What did this all mean?...

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"Mr. Yui, I understand your loss, and this incident will be over looked due to your spotless and efficient record here... but I will not abide another occurrence of this class and magnitude. Not in this office." Une coolly glanced at the occupants of the room, almost wishing the darkness over her two employees would vanish. It was an unusual shadow in their eyes, a gaunt pain in the thinness of their cheeks. How much could they withstand? How much suffering would they bear for their departed comrade?

"Is this all understood?"

Heero's jaw tightened, his eye narrowing. However, Une fully comprehended that her orders would not be rejected. "Yes."

"And Wufei..." The casual use of his name snapped him from his daze.

"Yes?"

"I am putting you in charge of all officers in Class: A, here."-there where only 4 remaining officers that where typed into Class: A, including Wufei, they where all former Gundam Pilots- "Anything they do, personal or not, is on your shoulders. I will not hesitate to relieve you of your position permanently if you do not comply. As you are aware in this hierarchy, things here are quite above common law. All unusual behavior such as Mr. Yui's outburst today will be reported to me. If I discover you are undermining my authority, you will face me, and all penalties I shall deem worthy of such a treachery. Understood?"

Wufei just starred at her.

"I am putting all of you through psychological evaluation, I know you boys where exempt before, but given the circumstances of Mr. Maxwell's untimely demise...and recent outbreaks and reports"-someone must have relayed Quatre's queer behavior- "I am rewriting your contracts. Convey that information to Mr. Winner, and Barton. You are dismissed."

Wufei bit back an out lash, his face reddening with fury. How dare she...

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-Telephone Ringing, WAITING CONNECTION APPROVAL-

"Dr. Winner?"

"Lady Une? It's been a while, what's wrong with the boys?"

"Assumptions? Nevertheless, true. There was a small incident a few days ago, I need your assistance."

"What happened?"

"Duo Maxwell was killed in the line of duty, his body missing in action. Heero saw the whole thing. It's a mess."

"Oh no... not Duo... How is Quatre taking it?"

"You mean, Heero? I knew of their outside of the office relationship. The walls have ears here, and I, Dr. Winner, have cameras."

"No, that's not right... Hmn... I meant Quatre, my brother."

"...."

"You didn't know?"

"...continue..."

"No, I don't feel right gossiping about the deceased. Duo... was very dear..."

"I want you to give all employees under Class: A an evaluation."

"I thought they where not liable for that? Given who they are..."

"I have new reason to believe otherwise, but that is classified, you understand."

"Oh, of course. I will be in tomorrow morning?"

"Early as possible, thank you."

"Have a good evening, Lady Une."

"You as well- Wait."

"Yes?"

"I don't want you to leave any stone left unchecked. I want to know everything there is to know about their stability. Do you understand? If there is any chance one of them may-"

"I understand, Lady Une, and I won't."

"Thank you, again. Your assistance is much appreciated."

"I know, it's my pleasure. You know... my brother and Duo-"

"Good bye."

-CLICK, DISCONNECTED--

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TBC...

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Ending Note: Curious.... Curious, Indeed. What happened between Duo and Quatre? Hmm. Sorry this section seemed pointless, really it's just making sure you all caught a few things from the last chapters. You know, for the painful oblivious who skip huge parts just so they can say they read it. **wink wink** Please, review and rate. I see a lot of hits on the chapters, but not so many reviews. My friend suggested maybe it's because the readers don't know what to write... well, write what you deem right. Questions, Corrections, Comments, opinions... I love it all (and you guys of course!), and I appreciate it dearly.

-RA

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