I guess I should get the bad news out first. My id, egos and superego have gotten mad at me, especially id, because I'm using his name and not giving him royalty. So, they have decided to take the keyboard every time they can. And just so that you don't get totally confused, before Kay comes on, I'll tell you a tiny bit: Litane, my super ego, Rinoa, my bad mood ego, and Jaelen, my good mood ego, and Kay, my id. Whenever I get to argue with them, you'll see ME instead of Kay, because most likely I'll be arguing with him.

Kay: Certainly you will! YES! I finally got the keyboard! Hey, no, Litane, let go!

Litane: You will let go right now. Give it back to her! You should be grateful that she's using your name!

Jaelen: You mean, she's using a guy's name as her own? YUCK!

Kay: What does that mean?

Jaelen: Honestly, have you taken a shower at all? And she's pretending to be you! I feel so sorry for her!

Rinoa: Uh, guys. . .

Kay: I'm going to beat you up! You don't insult KK and survive! (Starts to charge poor, innocent little Jaelen *get off the keyboard, Jae!* and gets ready to give her a pounding for that insult!)

Rinoa: SHUT UP YOU TWO!! We have a story to post. . .? (Waves at waiting audience) Litane, will you do the honors?

Kay: NO, ME! I'M THE NAMESAKE HERE!

Jaelen: I honestly couldn't care right now.

ME: GET IT GOING YOU FOUR!! I'M NOT GOING TO WAIT FOREVER!

Sorry about that. And I'm sorry this is so short! *tears* Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomengomengomengomen!

Kay: (grumble) Shut up.

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Whenever you see darkness, there is extraordinary opportunity for the light to burn brighter. -Bono -in Spin

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Heero was not surprised to not find a body when they returned, and he was not surprised to not find blood. But he was surprised by the willingness to believe his story that the sisters portrayed. It seemed that since their brother was gone, they wanted to believe that he was not dead.

The security camera that had been set up had filmed all of the attack, but Heero had made it clear that it was not Duo they saw in there. If his words were not enough, Duo's horror at the film convinced them.

He had, even though he knew it was not real, begun to sob as he saw the sick pleasure his clone took in the attack.

Heero was suddenly aware of an investigator in the doorway. The man looked away sheepishly and then held out a piece of paper. "I found this on the bedside table. I read it, but I suppose it was addressed to you."

Heero read it and felt his heart rate speed up. [If you wish to keep the other pilots alive, this is what you must do.]

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Daichi dropped Quatre to the ground, letting him fall on his seat. Quatre almost started crying again, but he held his tears back. Now he had five parts of his body hurting, though the bruise and slap were not hurting as much anymore. "Stay in here, baka," Daichi snapped. Quatre bit his lip and nodded weakly. "And you, big guy, don't try to get out again. It took Nobu weeks to build what you destroyed. Now it'll take that much time again."

Quatre's heart rose in his throat as Daichi left. There was someone else in this room. He could hear them breathing. Suddenly, the voice spoke, quiet and deep, rumbling in his chest.

"Quatre?"

"Trowa!" Quatre cried, spinning on his seat. He got to his feet and threw himself into Trowa's arms. "I'm so happy! Heero thought I killed you, but I didn't, it were those guys acting it out, and then Heero shot me, and I was put in the hospital, and the doctor said something about chemicals in my head, and then I was pulled out of bed and then dragged into the sewers and then I was here!"

Trowa's eyes widened at his friend's outburst, for it seemed childish for even Quatre. Chemicals in his head? Must have been an imbalance that acted up now. Would he recover? Hopefully. Trowa did not think he could stand too much of this Quatre when he expected his Quatre to be more mature.

Quatre needed to calm down, but he had a child's mind, as Trowa suspected. The chemical talk and the childish actions pulled together suspicions, and Trowa would act on them. Trowa slowly ran his fingers through Quatre's hair, pulling him down to sit on his lap. Slowly, Quatre leaned into Trowa's chest and seemed to fall asleep. The tall teen leaned back on the wall, wincing at the slimy feel. He had forgotten that this was underground. The door was a barred entrance, and Trowa knew that if he really tried, he could get free. But getting free and getting free with his life were two different things. And now that Quatre was here, he would not take any chances.

Suddenly, Trowa sat up. Did Quatre say something about getting shot?

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That's all for now. And since a certain SOMEONE took so long to post a certain SOMETHING, I'm putting the shout-outs here. Sorry about that certain SOMEONE.

Kay: Is someone shouting?

(Grumble, grumble) Here they are, thanks for reading!

Misaki the Assassin: Lucky for you, I'm finished and just posting at random times. Yay! So, um, sorry about the RK/I/GW disappearing. I might eventually get back to it, but don't hold your breath. I've got a million and one stories waiting for me to work on them. I'll work on finding your stuff, okay? ^_^!!!

Yamie: Sorry you're still confused. Well, um, the rest will hopefully be explanatory. Besides, confusing people and yet still holding people is what I was hoping to do! Thanks for telling me that; it's what I want. Yay! I can do what I want to do! ^_^; Did not make sense to me. . . Sorry. *Kay: stop blabbering, fool!* *ME: Who's the fool, baka?* *Kay: Stop speaking different languages, okay????*

DISCLAIMER: Oh yeah, I don't own gundam wing. Nope. Not a chance.

Teaser: (The bad guy shows his ugly, disgusting, slimy. . . face)

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Quatre swallowed and Trowa gripped his uninjured shoulder in support. Daichi grinned wickedly and stepped aside to let someone in. Quatre saw his face and promptly tensed in horror.

Trowa tightened his grip until it was almost painful. The man smiled wickedly and stood above them. "Winner, and Barton, though I know you stole that name. No one like you would dare carry the Barton name unless they were an incompetent. Now, we've got business to talk."

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HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!! Belated, I know, but spread the joy!

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~ Kay Kylo (and his FOUR annoying female companions) HEY!! GIVE ME THAT KEYBOARD!

Jaelen: Please review! She'll be happier that way! ^_^!!!

ME: NOT YOU TOO JAE! YOU'RE MY BUDDY! (dissolves into tears and Jaelen instantly races over to comfort. Before long, raging hormones have both dissolved and hopeless.)

Kay: I hate estrogen . . . There's too much of it here . . .

Litane: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just review. It'll be nicer for her.

. . . .Hate raging hormones. . .