Hello! Sorry for the long pause between updates. I did warn you I don't update often. Thanks to all my reviewers and readers. I get my inspiration in spurts, and those are rare. But anyway, I got some inspurt (yes, that is a word I just made up) for this and decided I better write it.

Dedication: I was talking to my friends the other day and we were talking about dedications, and I was thinking it would be so cool if someone dedicated something to me, so I thought I would dedicate this chapter to someone. And since Pine-Apple 01 was the only one, besides my friends, who has ever reviewed any of my stories twice (twice!) this update goes to her/him (sorry can't tell if you're a guy or girl from your bio.... Or I'm dense. Most likely the latter.) So this chapter is dedicated to Pine-Apple 01. Thanks.

I think this may be my most popular story so far.

UAR [Useless Author Rant (Someone said they were more like rants then notes and I agree. I can't remember who right now so....I'll let you know later.)]: Anyway, this part isn't in diary format, it is from Heero's pov, well his thoughts are narrating it but it's kinda in third person at the same time... (I just found out that this is called omniscient, and it's the style you're supposed to write in.)

Continuing...... I think you want the story now, huh? crickets chirp in the background Crickets! Ah! I hate those things! Kill! Uhh.... looks at the reader, who is starting to back away slowly blushes Sorry. Kay, once again on with the story!

'words'-Heero's thoughts

Chapter Five: Not an Entry (but an update! gods I'm weird...)

Heero looked up from his laptop after shutting it down and focused on his Gundam. He swiftly switched Wing out of its bird mode and headed towards the hanger. 'Whenever we use one of Quat's safe houses they are in the desert. Though I don't mind the heat. Hell, my father's element is fire. And just as I thought, Kat's Maguanac's (1) are here as well, which I discovered upon entering the estate.

'Guess what I have to do for myself? Absolutely nothing. Nice. I don't have to take my bags to my rooms, cause with Q it is always more then a simple bedroom, it's more like a suit... Anyway, continuing. All I have to do is shut down my Gundam and secure it, 'cause hell if I let anyone else even think of touching my baby! If the other pilots could only hear that thought...

'Duo would probably die of shock... or smugness. Maybe I should say that around him just for the reaction... Oh, wonderful, I am betting with myself again. You know I think I need a hobby, one that doesn't involve anything to do with pilot 02.'

As Heero continued with his inner monologue (Now many people think that just because Heero doesn't often say anything that he doesn't like to speak. Hell, his inner monologues could compete and win against Duo's! But that's off topic, isn't it?) he secured his Gundam and followed the Maguanac who had taken his bags. Well, the bag that wasn't attached to his shoulder, probably with glue of some kind... After all that was the one with his precious laptop in it.

'Oh, so that's why Kat isn't out here...I thought that was strange. Usually he would be ready to greet me even before I landed.' Apparently Quatre had gotten a mission and was out fulfilling it with help from Trowa, who happened to be the first to arrive. Though neither of the other pilots had shown up yet. As the nice and nameless Maguanac told Heero.

'You know this guy could almost beat Duo. He talks pretty fast and moves from subject to subject easily. But Duo can talk faster then a mile a minute and can make topic changes faster then one can blink and usually from one subject that seems to have nothing to do with the other. Well, I should know, shouldn't I?

'Oh, I made the mistake once of asking how two topics were related, and never again! He went on for about thirty-seven minutes on how he got from one topic to the other, explaining it to me. And I thought 'Tousan had strange thought patterns!'

During more of Heero's inner monologue, they had arrived at his "room." The Nameless (note that is not No Name, I mean no offense to Trowa or his fans.) Maguanac opened the door and set Heero's bags down and said that dinner would be served to him in his "room." Note the quotes. Fore Heero had been right, it wasn't merely a bedroom, but an entire suite! As he soon found out, as he checked the perimeter. One can never be to careful, now can they?

The Japanese pilot moved swiftly around the rooms, checking for any sign of tampering and all that. In the process he discovered that there was a nice bedroom with a canopy bed. The bed's drappings were a forest green, the same as the comforter and two of the pillows. The other three smaller pillows were a lighter green as were the sheets. There were also large French doors that led to a balcony that over looked the main entrance. 'That was thoughtful of Kat. I never did like or want to be caught with my back turned.' To the sides of the French doors two heavy curtains were pulled back and held with a cream colored cord. The curtains themselves were a dark green almost black. In fact the entire suite held the same coloring scheme, various shades of green and creams.

'Well, at least the bathroom is nice and big.' And he was right. The bathroom was just as big as the bedroom and was separated by a sturdy oak door. The tub, which was sunk into the floor (is there another way to say that?) was big enough to be considered a small pool. It was deep enough for it too. There was also a larger then normal shower with frosted glass doors. 'I think I can forgive the color scheme. That tub more then makes up for it!'

As Heero was contemplating just diving into that tub (after he had filled it of course) when there was a knock on the door to the hall. Sighing, something he would never let any of his fellow pilots catch him doing, he went to answer it. As he walked through the "living room" of the suite to the door he shuddered, once again something he would never let anyone see him do. 'Green is a nice color and everything but I think this is a little much.'

When he was about half way to the door, the knocking came again. He was about to call out and say "I'm coming!" (must not think hentai thoughts, must not think hentai thoughts, I really don't think I should have pointed it out to you either...) when his tongue slid against his teeth differently. Now this is probably something no one else would have even thought about, let alone noticed, but come on now, he is the Perfect Solider, and I need him to for plot reasons. He lifted a hand to his mouth and felt his tongue; sure enough it was slit in two. 'Weird, I didn't even think about that! I should have remembered that all of us have slit tongues...'

Now if you are wondering what I mean, let me help you a bit. When I say slit in two I literally mean in two. Think of a snake's forked tongue, kinda like that but the slit goes further back. So that when he spoke his s's would have been more pronounced, hissed really, and his r's would be purred, while his t's would have been trilled. What I mean by trilled is that the "t" would have been hissed sort of like an "s" would but it would have a sort of stuttering sound to it. (Yes, this is something that is real and not something from my demented mind. Ask any of my friends who have been around me when I am tired, exited, or just woke up, I do this.)

'Damn, what am I going to do now? I can't say anything or even open my mouth! Wait, I never say anything as it is. I just won't speak. Hell, people would be suspicious if I did start talking.' Crisis averted, he counted to walk to the door, making a mental note to do something about his tongue later.

When he reached the door, he yanked it open and glared at the insistent knocker. After all he had just had quite a few stressing weeks, not to mention the headaches he gave himself over the other pilots' reactions. Who he still didn't know what their reactions would be, or if they would even notice anything. Not to mention the all green color scheme. And then there is the fact that he was always pissed at something.

The servant at the door seemed well aware of this last fact, because all she did was smile pleasantly and say "Your dinner is here." She then proceeded to push the cart into the pilot's suite and deftly removed all the trays from her cart and sat them all on the small kitchen table that was in one corner of the living room. She then quickly left. Now her fast movements might have been because she was taught to do it fast, but more then likely the speedy service had something to do with the glaring homicidal terrorist still holding the door open.

The said terrorist swiftly shut and locked the door and turned towards his dinner. Going over to the table he lifted a few lids and found a meal that consisted entirely of seafood. He didn't know whether to start thanking someone, suspected something, or thank the gods. He settled on just shrugging and eating everything placed before him.

'Oh, I do love Quatre's cooks, they are always excellent.' Sighing with contentment, Heero moved his bags still where the Nameless One had set them before and put them in his current bedroom. He swiftly removed all he would need and continued into the adjoining bathroom.

After stripping, removing his collar and dissipating all the illusions Heero stepped into the shower. (Ha! Thought he would go for the tub, didn't you? Well you're wrong! Um, sorry. Continuing...) Nearly smiling with relief at finally being able to let go, he "unabsorbed" his tail and ears. He then let his fangs and claws return to normal size. However he left the no grow spell on his hair, no sense in getting caught cutting it, or having someone see the cut off bits, or even with it long and attached. Quite happily he washed the cream off his skin, he then washed his hair. Taking the time to pay special attention to making sure it was completely clean and conditioning every last strand.

Finally done getting clean, he stepped out of the shower and started to run luke warm water into the small pool masquerading as a bathtub. He then slipped into the clear water. With a look of utter bliss in his shimmering eyes he sank to the bottom of the tub and proceeded to curl up comfortably to sleep.

This wasn't a luxury he could get very often. 'One of these days I am going to have to go back to that beach side house. Well, you could call it a house, in Kat's terms. In other words small mansion.' Was Heero's last coherent thought as his mind slipped into the dreams of the past he normally had.

Well, that's it! Hopefully I will have more soon. You know, I really don't think I should have had those cups of coffee when writing this... Anyway, hope you liked!

Oh, and the whole suite thing was something adapted from having read Mission: Arcadia by Bonniejeanne and Von. You should go read it, now! It is wonderful. It can be found at Gundam Wing Addiction (www.gw.addiction) under Bonne&Von. Bye now!