A/N I'm sorry I died bows head. School combined with too many ideas in head. Shall try to end and continue as many as possible.

I understand the whole war machine thing; shove aside emotions to get the job done.

It's like that dark side that everyone has. The one that isn't sorry your grandmother died because she was a bitch anyway, that was Heero magnified and personified.

I try to show the guy compassion so he knows what it is when it slaps him in the face. Quatre does too. I mean even if you're trained to be a weapon and none other. You think by osmosis or something you can learn a lil something. And pick up on this or that. I mean good God how can you proceed through a world for 15 years untouched no one can do that...well that was what I thought at least. ...

But one thing I don't understand is how on god's green earth of his black universe for that matter was he supposed to blend in. I know that he has to be an awesome pilot and he has the ability to run about a facility causing havoc. But what about infiltration of if he had to lay low. He was the poster child for terrorist activity. Waving a flag that says something ain't quite right here.

I don' t know what was going through the idiots head who trained or should I say programmed him

I try to be jovial because God knows some one has to be around all these nuts. That and you can't tell me blowing shit up isn't fun.

I mean even though I kill for a living I've got to get all the sick jollies I can before I die, because ya never know when that'll be.

We had been assigned to enter some school and play students. Hey, I was waiting for the party to get started. Girls, underage drinking, and of course parties.

The first day wasn't that bad I got alot of chicks... hey I knew I was a looker. Let's not be dense here you can be attractive, know it, and not be an ass.

Yuy even got some attention, Lord knows though that the second he opens his mouth it's all going to hell. Though some women dig the whole crazed arsonist look.

Now it would only help if he noticed this fact.

Oh screw it let him wallow in his lil "must do mission and get out" mentality I was here to have fun. The whole re-live childhood crap. A few stories for the grand kiddies that didn't have the ending. "...And then I shot him and ran."

I should have been a little concerned. I knew this one chick was really into Heero. She defiantly liked the silent, brooding, dark-thoughts type. She stuck around and tried to be friendly. Now, I know folks every one is thinking "Hey, borderline creepy."

But you have to understand some of Heero's actions can be interpreted as other than antisocial. And social path-like. Ok, ok I had a hard time saying that with a straight face. Want me to try again ...no ok...

So she tried to quote "bring him out of his shell." She was using a very good approach asked about his interests. Showed an interest in his weird hobbies and even asked intelligent questions.

Alas. Her only mistake was choosing Yuy.

One lovely day... hey I'm the one telling this story don't like the beginning don't read...as I was saying one lovely day as I rounded the corner to go harass Heero at his locker something different happened. Now I tell you because of this whole lack of emotion thing Heero is tres predictable. Shrugs oh well this time when he opened his pristine locker something tumbled out. And to add to my surprise t'was a pink envelope. He tore it open efficiently and proceeded to read. Afterwards he continued about his business.

Now I was a bit curious but hey, I'm not noisy as much as people like to swear I am.

At the end of the day, Heero was nowhere to be found at his locker.

When I saw this my poor heart nearly chocked on its blood. O, I mean Heero was not going according to play. Now my curiosity was roused. Waking about the schoolyard. I saw him walking off somewhere very intently.

I followed. He paused at a large tree. There none other than his number one worshipper met him. This is when I got little worried.

That's also when the shit hits the fan.

In what had to be the coldest display of, I've ever seen not only did he rebuke the girl but also he dug his heel into her heart.

Once the war was over Q would have to send money out to pay for her therapy.

That type of interacting was what turned chicks gay.

As she ran off, I stepped forward.