Disclaimer- I don't own Gundam Wing so pretty please with a bunch of
cherries on top don't sue me, because if you do sue me the only thing you
CAN get from me is 18 dollars and a bunch of text books from school. Thank
you, goodbye.
Chapter 1-
Duo POV
I woke up the next morning when I always woke up, at dawn, before anyone else, except maybe for Wufei, was asleep. Normally, if I was sharing a room I would have to pretend to be asleep till the others woke up, or left the room. But since I didn't have to share a room thanks to the obnoxiously rich Quatre, I could get up. What I normally did when the others were in the house was what I did today. I would go to the window, open it, take a deep breath of the fresh air, than climb out of the window for a long walk. Normally I would return around noon, go back to my room, through the window, when I would do all the things that you would normally do upon waking up, loudly. I knew that Quatre wasn't in yet because he would've heard him. Living on the streets made me a very light sleeper and that's why I didn't like hanging out with Heero or Trowa all to much because they could walk without a sound, making it impossible to hear when they are right behind you. Now don't think I don't trust them with my lives, because I do, it's just that in the past, when people could sneak up behind me bad things usually happened.
So I left my lovely room and walked around the estate for a while. Now before I meet Quatre I've only been on an estate for two reasons. One was to steal something and the other is a reason that I would rather not go into. Now I tell you this because I want you to understand that no matter how much Quatre tries to make this big ass mansion home-like, I will always try to fade into the shadows because every pore in my body just tells me that I don't belong here. I expect the goddamn police to find me and haul me away just for thinking of coming here, which in the past they would've done.
I came back to the house; lets just call it that for fuck's sake, and climbed into the window about 11:30. Yes I do know that is a lot of time to do nothing but walk I some random forest by Quatre's house, but you know what, I don't really care what you think, and what else do you expect me to do, sit there with my thumb up my ass till it's time for me to wake up? Not happening.
Now you may be wondering why I don't just announce my presence to the world when I wake up a dawn. Well it's like this, when the other pilots look at me they expect to see a carefree teenage who cant take anything seriously. I know that they think that I just became a Gundam pilot by some random fluke, but it took a hell of a lot of suffering on my part to get here. I'm getting off track here, so the reason I don't let them know I wake up at that ungodly hour is because what normal, now that term is used rather loosely, teenager wakes up at such an ungodly hour such as dawn. NONE, I can tell you that much, not if they don't have to. To answer the next question on the tip of your tongue, why don't I just sleep in well, that's a little harder t answer, but it mostly boils down to the plain fact that when living on the street, if you slept past dawn, you had a better chance of a) not waking up at all or b) waking up in a very, VERY bad situation. Neither sounds to appetizing, so you learned not to sleep past dawn. Thankfully I didn't have to learn the hard way.
Now I get back to the room and begin to make an unnecessary amount of noise to get ready. I took longer than needed in the shower, mostly just to piss Wufei off, damn, but if the slightest things didn't set that boy off, it's almost no fun it's so damn easy. Key word there is almost. Anyway I got ready and came down stairs with all the grace and skill of a bull in a china shop.
"Hullo everyone!" I screeched at the occupants of the kitchen, which included everyone, meaning that Quatre must've come in when I was out for my lovely walk. "So, what's for breakfast guys?" I ask using my I'm-so- goddamn-stupid-that-I-can't-figure-out-that-it's-noon look.
"It's lunch time Maxwell, you insolent fool." Wufei replied, now if I wasn't already so use to being called numerous name and didn't have such thick skin that might've hurt. But because people have always treated me like shit and I do have such thick skin, it just stung a little. If I said it didn't hurt at all I would be lying, and I never tell a lie, not even to myself. I just shrugged of Wufei's insult and walked over to the kitchen for some grub, being that I'm hungry and I don't know when my next meal is going to be. I got this mentality form... survey says... living on the streets. Hard guess I know. I found two pop tarts, which should be enough for now, and sat down between Heero and Trowa.
"So when did you three get in?" I asked, my mouth still full with pop tart so crumbs were flying all over the place, looking at Quatre, knowing that he would be the only person who would answer me. Does it get annoying having only one person pay attention to me- yes, do I get use to it and adapt to it- yes. So I don't really see a problem here.
"Trowa," Quatre looked over a Trowa with this look in his eye that was so love struck that I just a wanted to puke, but of course Trowa was completely oblivious to it, "and Heero got in about two this morning." Damn, I slept through them coming back again, this was really getting on my nerves." And I came in about ten this morning." Quatre signaled that he was finished by taking sip of tea then focusing that sickeningly sweet smile full force on me. When he did that to me, no matter how much I might like the guy, I just have this almost uncontrollable urge just to smash his face in.
"Yes, Maxwell, and neither Trowa and I slept in as long as you did." Heero said, in his normal monotone voice that somehow seemed to hold annoyance to it. Yes, Heero is a man of many talents, some, unfortunately, less noticed than others.
"Yeah, well a man needs his beauty sleep, doesn't he?" I ask, and I have no idea the answer to that question. Does a man need beauty sleep, or is it only a girl thing? And why do I even bother asking myself these questions? Damn now I'm confused. Heero just answered my very deep question with his normal, non-comical, 'hn'.
I sat there for a few minutes before my mouth took off without me. I began to talk about everything and nothing all at the same time. If you asked me what I talked about I wouldn't be able to tell you, no one listens to my insane babbling, not even me. I knew if I ever did listen to the bullshit that seem to sprout from my mouth I would end up gagging, which I believe to be a bad thing.
Soon I just got bored talking, I know you thought that was impossible, but my man it's true, I do get bored talking. Wow, but stranger things have happened, I just can't think of any right now. Anyway I left the table with a haughty goodbye, and went to visit my baby DeathScythe. I worked on him for a few hours, running schematics and fixing the little kinks that was wrong with him till I decided it was time to go back inside because I was hungry, which, luckily for me was around dinner time.
I went back into the dinning room and saw all the pilots sitting around the table looking at me with serious faces. Well Quatre's face was serious, which doesn't happen often, and the other guys they just looked normal.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I ask, actually curious, "what's with all the long faces?"
"Duo we've been talking and..." Uh-oh, I don't like where this is going, nothing good starts out with the 'we've been talking' thing.
"Yeah, Quat?" I ask somewhat timidly.
"Well, we want to, how should I say this-"
"We want you to change, Maxwell." Wufei finished for him. "This is war and, though you might not take this seriously, and you may not have suffered as we have, we do take it seriously." I blinked at him jus trying to comprehend what just happened when I suddenly smiled at them. This seemed to shock them because they defiantly didn't know what to expect. Well it shocked everyone but Trowa, but then again, Heero is more emotional than Trowa at times.
"So, what go you guys want to change about me?" I ask, smiling a little wider.
"Duo, it's not so much changing as-"I cut him off there.
"Listen, Quat, I know that you and the other have already made a list of grievances, so stop being so goddamn diplomatic and tell me what the fuck you want me to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change. No, no, no, no, no, no, don't get me wrong. I'm saying that I'll listen to what you have to say." I pause here, just for dramatic effect. "But under only one condition." I say leaving us all a little time to think.
Chapter 1-
Duo POV
I woke up the next morning when I always woke up, at dawn, before anyone else, except maybe for Wufei, was asleep. Normally, if I was sharing a room I would have to pretend to be asleep till the others woke up, or left the room. But since I didn't have to share a room thanks to the obnoxiously rich Quatre, I could get up. What I normally did when the others were in the house was what I did today. I would go to the window, open it, take a deep breath of the fresh air, than climb out of the window for a long walk. Normally I would return around noon, go back to my room, through the window, when I would do all the things that you would normally do upon waking up, loudly. I knew that Quatre wasn't in yet because he would've heard him. Living on the streets made me a very light sleeper and that's why I didn't like hanging out with Heero or Trowa all to much because they could walk without a sound, making it impossible to hear when they are right behind you. Now don't think I don't trust them with my lives, because I do, it's just that in the past, when people could sneak up behind me bad things usually happened.
So I left my lovely room and walked around the estate for a while. Now before I meet Quatre I've only been on an estate for two reasons. One was to steal something and the other is a reason that I would rather not go into. Now I tell you this because I want you to understand that no matter how much Quatre tries to make this big ass mansion home-like, I will always try to fade into the shadows because every pore in my body just tells me that I don't belong here. I expect the goddamn police to find me and haul me away just for thinking of coming here, which in the past they would've done.
I came back to the house; lets just call it that for fuck's sake, and climbed into the window about 11:30. Yes I do know that is a lot of time to do nothing but walk I some random forest by Quatre's house, but you know what, I don't really care what you think, and what else do you expect me to do, sit there with my thumb up my ass till it's time for me to wake up? Not happening.
Now you may be wondering why I don't just announce my presence to the world when I wake up a dawn. Well it's like this, when the other pilots look at me they expect to see a carefree teenage who cant take anything seriously. I know that they think that I just became a Gundam pilot by some random fluke, but it took a hell of a lot of suffering on my part to get here. I'm getting off track here, so the reason I don't let them know I wake up at that ungodly hour is because what normal, now that term is used rather loosely, teenager wakes up at such an ungodly hour such as dawn. NONE, I can tell you that much, not if they don't have to. To answer the next question on the tip of your tongue, why don't I just sleep in well, that's a little harder t answer, but it mostly boils down to the plain fact that when living on the street, if you slept past dawn, you had a better chance of a) not waking up at all or b) waking up in a very, VERY bad situation. Neither sounds to appetizing, so you learned not to sleep past dawn. Thankfully I didn't have to learn the hard way.
Now I get back to the room and begin to make an unnecessary amount of noise to get ready. I took longer than needed in the shower, mostly just to piss Wufei off, damn, but if the slightest things didn't set that boy off, it's almost no fun it's so damn easy. Key word there is almost. Anyway I got ready and came down stairs with all the grace and skill of a bull in a china shop.
"Hullo everyone!" I screeched at the occupants of the kitchen, which included everyone, meaning that Quatre must've come in when I was out for my lovely walk. "So, what's for breakfast guys?" I ask using my I'm-so- goddamn-stupid-that-I-can't-figure-out-that-it's-noon look.
"It's lunch time Maxwell, you insolent fool." Wufei replied, now if I wasn't already so use to being called numerous name and didn't have such thick skin that might've hurt. But because people have always treated me like shit and I do have such thick skin, it just stung a little. If I said it didn't hurt at all I would be lying, and I never tell a lie, not even to myself. I just shrugged of Wufei's insult and walked over to the kitchen for some grub, being that I'm hungry and I don't know when my next meal is going to be. I got this mentality form... survey says... living on the streets. Hard guess I know. I found two pop tarts, which should be enough for now, and sat down between Heero and Trowa.
"So when did you three get in?" I asked, my mouth still full with pop tart so crumbs were flying all over the place, looking at Quatre, knowing that he would be the only person who would answer me. Does it get annoying having only one person pay attention to me- yes, do I get use to it and adapt to it- yes. So I don't really see a problem here.
"Trowa," Quatre looked over a Trowa with this look in his eye that was so love struck that I just a wanted to puke, but of course Trowa was completely oblivious to it, "and Heero got in about two this morning." Damn, I slept through them coming back again, this was really getting on my nerves." And I came in about ten this morning." Quatre signaled that he was finished by taking sip of tea then focusing that sickeningly sweet smile full force on me. When he did that to me, no matter how much I might like the guy, I just have this almost uncontrollable urge just to smash his face in.
"Yes, Maxwell, and neither Trowa and I slept in as long as you did." Heero said, in his normal monotone voice that somehow seemed to hold annoyance to it. Yes, Heero is a man of many talents, some, unfortunately, less noticed than others.
"Yeah, well a man needs his beauty sleep, doesn't he?" I ask, and I have no idea the answer to that question. Does a man need beauty sleep, or is it only a girl thing? And why do I even bother asking myself these questions? Damn now I'm confused. Heero just answered my very deep question with his normal, non-comical, 'hn'.
I sat there for a few minutes before my mouth took off without me. I began to talk about everything and nothing all at the same time. If you asked me what I talked about I wouldn't be able to tell you, no one listens to my insane babbling, not even me. I knew if I ever did listen to the bullshit that seem to sprout from my mouth I would end up gagging, which I believe to be a bad thing.
Soon I just got bored talking, I know you thought that was impossible, but my man it's true, I do get bored talking. Wow, but stranger things have happened, I just can't think of any right now. Anyway I left the table with a haughty goodbye, and went to visit my baby DeathScythe. I worked on him for a few hours, running schematics and fixing the little kinks that was wrong with him till I decided it was time to go back inside because I was hungry, which, luckily for me was around dinner time.
I went back into the dinning room and saw all the pilots sitting around the table looking at me with serious faces. Well Quatre's face was serious, which doesn't happen often, and the other guys they just looked normal.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I ask, actually curious, "what's with all the long faces?"
"Duo we've been talking and..." Uh-oh, I don't like where this is going, nothing good starts out with the 'we've been talking' thing.
"Yeah, Quat?" I ask somewhat timidly.
"Well, we want to, how should I say this-"
"We want you to change, Maxwell." Wufei finished for him. "This is war and, though you might not take this seriously, and you may not have suffered as we have, we do take it seriously." I blinked at him jus trying to comprehend what just happened when I suddenly smiled at them. This seemed to shock them because they defiantly didn't know what to expect. Well it shocked everyone but Trowa, but then again, Heero is more emotional than Trowa at times.
"So, what go you guys want to change about me?" I ask, smiling a little wider.
"Duo, it's not so much changing as-"I cut him off there.
"Listen, Quat, I know that you and the other have already made a list of grievances, so stop being so goddamn diplomatic and tell me what the fuck you want me to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change. No, no, no, no, no, no, don't get me wrong. I'm saying that I'll listen to what you have to say." I pause here, just for dramatic effect. "But under only one condition." I say leaving us all a little time to think.