Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Warnings: Contains Yaoi couplings. Slight out-of-character-ness. A curse word or two.

Chapter One: The Letter and the Color Pink

All had been quiet that morning. Quiet unusual if one knew the inhabitants of the house. There were five young boys, almost men but not quite, residing within the walls. These boys were not your average, hormone-driven teenagers, however. They had fought battles and outwitted men twice their age, height, and body mass. They had welcomed danger with warm, open arms and sent it away again. These unique individuals did not come together often, oh dear no; they had lives to live. Loneliness had drawn them to this lovely home. The need to be with someone who went through what you went through can bring enemies together.

And if one didn't know better, they would think that had happened here.

Enter Chang Wufei, a tanned Chinese boy wearing a black tank top and bright white pants. His silky black locks were pulled back into their usual tight ponytail and his deep obsidian eyes were wide open. The emotion in them matched the rather annoyed snarl that graced his otherwise pleasant features. The katana in his hand seemed to aid in the over all image that he presented.

Someone was gonna die.

That someone currently sported a manga issue of FAKE and was humming the theme song from Fushigi Yuugi. He sat with his legs draped over the side of a recliner with the lamp casting unnecessary light over his shoulder; despite the fact it was ten in the morning, and the sun shone clearly enough one could find a small needle buried in the deep carpet, if it had been there. The young, oblivious, future victim was wearing his trademark black, this time in a tight t-shirt and leather pants ensemble. The meter-long chestnut braid was haphazardly draped over the back of the chair as a pair of wide violet eyes scanned the pages of his shounen ai manga eagerly.

All was still silent as Wufei stood quietly behind the recliner, scanning the pages' content in mild disgust. Wufei's eyes glittered brightly upon seeing the vulnerable braid resting at the perfect angle for him to cut off cleanly. The snarl turned into a particularly evil smile as Wufei brought the sword to bear.

All was saved by the rather sudden -- and fortunate -- entrance of a small blonde-haired Arabian with large blue eyes and the most intimidating pout known to man. Quatre Raberba Winner came to a complete and utter halt just inside the door and gave a yelp in surprise. This triggered Duo's head to come up and catch sight of the near disaster. The now aware Duo Maxwell leapt from his chair and put as much distance (and Arabian) as possible between them.

Quatre looked wide-eyed at Wufei in worry, "Wufei, what did he do now?"

Duo gave Quatre an evil look as Wufei continued to steam and gave his answer, "Maxwell has been in my room."

Quatre sighed, "Duo's been in everyone's room, Wufei--including yours on numerous occasion. Why is this different?"

Wufei's eye twitched as he continued, "This time he painted my bed sheets pink."

A long pause as Quatre took that in, "Painted?"

"Painted."

Quatre glanced back at Duo curiously before turning back to Wufei, "He's all yours."

Duo and Wufei looked after Quatre as he exited the room in shock, "Nani?"

"Did he just leave me to die, or worse, to be possibly de-braided?" Duo asked Wufei.

"Yes, I believe he did," Wufei said, equally stunned.

They stood there motionless for a moment before turning to each other and nodded.

"Something's bothering, Q-man," Duo said, laying his manga on the nearby end table, "I wonder if he had a fight with Trowa."

"Maybe, few things make him this indifferent to me spilling your blood all over his white carpet," Wufei said, "Should we check on him?"

Duo nodded and the two marched after their host. Quatre was seated at the table with a teacup in his hands, gazing into it longingly.

"You know, Quat, if that cup's empty, no amount of starin's gonna fill it," Duo said sitting beside him as Wufei grabbed the tea kettle and poured some more for Quatre and some for himself, pausing before the refrigerator to get Duo a carbonated drink, before sitting down beside them.

"Thank you," Quatre told Wufei, before turning to Duo, "And thank you for stating the blatantly obvious."

Duo and Wufei both blinked as Quatre once again did something strangely out of character. They exchanged worried glances before taking a sip of their respective drinks and waiting patiently. They knew that Quatre was the type who would start explaining himself immediately without prompting.

"You wanna know what's wrong, don't you?" Quatre said, gazing into his now-filled teacup. "I suppose you expect me to tell you all about it too."

They both nodded in response as Quatre sighed and continued, "Okay, I'll talk. It happened last night before I went to bed. You guys know that with Trowa on a mission I sleep in his room, right?"

Nods occurred as they urged him to continue. "Well, see, I got changed and was sliding into bed when my hand slide beneath the pillow and brushed against something. Now before you guys start giving me looks, the gun is nestled between the headboard and mattress on a secret shelf, so that wasn't it. It was something flat that had been tucked into his pillow. Not the one I normally use, but HIS pillow. I pulled it out and it turned out to be a letter."

"This doesn't sound too good, Quatre," Duo said, "What kind of letter?"

"A love letter, not written by me, but written for Trowa," Quatre sighed, looking near tears, "And you can guess who had to have written it."

It took little calculation to figure that one out. Remember, only five people lived in said house and only one of them could have slid the letter in. Three of them are sitting at the table. Quatre said he didn't right it and the letter was news to both Duo and Wufei. Trowa wouldn't write himself a love letter so that left only one person--

"HEERO!!" Duo shouted, sputtering his soda onto Wufei, "MY HEERO!!!!"

Quatre nodded, "I'm afraid so, Duo. And it didn't sound like the first one that had been sent."

"My Heero!" Duo muttered into his soda can, "My Heero wrote Trowa a love letter. HOW COME HE NEVER WROTE ME A LOVE LETTER?!"

Duo rose from his chair shouting obscenities about Heero's possible ancestry as Quatre slumped down onto the table in tears. Wufei was cleaning soda from his shirt, deciding that it was pointless, he removed said shirt and tossed it into the corner. Wufei sent a glare after Duo's retreating form as Duo marched up the stairs.

"I'll show him not to write love letters to people other than his koi! He's gonna wish he never heard the name Duo Maxwell!"

Wufei stared up at the ceiling as Duo's footfalls echoed down to him as heavy stomps. He glanced over at the broken form of Quatre before sighing to himself and giving Quatre a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"Listen, Quatre, I know how much you care about Trowa and I can guess how you feel. Wait till he returns from the mission and explains himself before casting stones like Duo is doing. You may be surprised at what you discover."

Quatre looked up at him with tearful, wide, blue eyes that were filled with hope, "Do you think so, Wufei?"

Wufei nodded, "I know most don't think me very adept when it comes to love, but it's obvious that Trowa cares about you as much as you care about him. The letter will be explained with good reason. Try not to worry."

Quatre leapt from his chair and embraced the now startled Wufei, "Thank you, Wufei. I needed that."

Wufei blushed as he attempted to gently pry the blond off, "It's nothing, Quatre. Nothing at all."

After succeeding to extricate himself from the upset, but reassured Arabian, Wufei made his way upstairs in hopes of stopping Duo from damaging more belongings that Duo mistaken for Heero's.

"Duo?" Wufei call out as he stepped into the shared bedroom that was Duo and Heero's. It looked like OZ troops had thoroughly ransacked it and then let loose a Mobile Doll on the remains.

Duo had in his hands a hardcopy of one of Heero's mission logs and was doing his best to defile it. Duo had found a black spray can and was using what was left in the pink one the decorate it and anything else that he remembered was Heero's.

"Uh, Duo, I don't think that's wise,"

"And why not?! Heero just up and decided that he didn't want me and wanted a rather attractive guy with an uni-bang! Why would he need his copy of Trowa and his missions if Trowa's suddenly became so handy?!"

"Why aren't you destroying any of Trowa's stuff?"

"Cause I don't know what's his and what's Quatre?!"

Duo finished with the mission logs and moved on to Heero's closet. He tossed a series of green tank-tops to the floor and, using the pink spray can, began to write "Relena's #1 Fan" on the front of each of them.

"I really think you are getting out of hand, Duo," Wufei said calmly, "You didn't even read the letter yet."

"It doesn't matter," Duo whispered, "Heero can't be sappy worth shit, but I have a pretty good idea that he put some extra effort into it! Probably quoting that Shaky guy and everything!"

"Shakespeare?"

"Yeah, him!" Duo said, moving on to the spandex shorts and writing "Rented to Trowa Barton" on the butt. "The nerve of that guy! We've been together since before the war ended and he decides he wants that tall, handsome uni-banged acrobat over me!"

Wufei raised an eyebrow, "You don't seem that mad at Trowa."

"How can I be? It's not like he could STOP Heero from writing that letter. Trowa might not even be interested in Heero. And with a keester like his I can understand why Heero would give him a second look."

Wufei sighed and left them room muttering something about "bakas" and "okamas".

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Author's Note: How was that for a beginning, huh? This will evolve in time to a Lord of the Rings crossover and will center on more that just messed up love triangles. In case you are unaware, 'baka' means fool or idiot in Japanese. 'Okama' is a term Tasuki calls Nuriko (FY reference), and while I'm not entirely sure what it means, I think it means 'gay' or something of that nature. I will continue to write whether reviews come or not, but if you wanna review it cheer poor Quatre up. ^-^