Rei: Quatre's not the good little boy we thought he was! I don't own GW blah blah blah… see the first chappy for more details…

The boy gazed at the mansion across the street from him. He wore a cap shading his eyes from the light of the street-lamp he was clothed completely in black and a long brown braid slid down his back. He felt the jab of another boy's hand on his back "Go on Duo"

Duo pouted, "This is not a job for shinigami"

The older kid rolled his eyes, "Not that rubbish about 'God of Death' again"

Duo was about to protest but then noticed the knife in the other child's hand. He hated this, the gang, the boss, the thefts… but he was small and he was good at it: a dangerous combination.

He walked across the street to the steel gate. He slowly read the plak on the wall "Www-ii-nnner… Winner." Well your LOSING today…he slipped through the bars of the fence and snuck up to the house. Looking through the front door he decided the back was better and crept around the house. He picked the lock and found him self in the kitchen, he peered into the darkness. Only a second later a light flicked on. A blonde haired five-year-old stood frozen in the door. The pair stood staring at each other from across the room each just as terrified as the other.

It was Duo who broke the silence. He began bowing repeatedly and saying sorry over and over again. Quatre just smiled and walked over to Duo and held out his hand to Duo as Trowa had done for him months before. "My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, You got one"

Duo stopped bowing and looked up in surprise, "Duo, Duo Maxwell." He took Quatre's outstretched hand.

Quatre smiled, "Would you like something to eat"

Duo's eyes widened, "Yes please!" and he completely forgot why he was there.
With a little trouble, Quatre climbed onto the counter to get Arabic coffee, cheese, crackers, ice cream and chocolate sauce. Quatre fixed cheese and crackers, and ice cream with chocolate sauce. He put these on the table and started the coffee. Duo was very obviously hungry. He often didn't eat for days, no thanks to "The Boss". Quatre watched the other boy eat in amazement.

"Where are you from?" he asked curiously.

"L2" Duo said between mouthfuls. The stove began buzzing symbolizing the coffee was ready. Quatre got up and turned the alarm off and poured two mugs of the dark brown substance. Duo took his mug suspiciously; you learn to be mistrusting in gangs. He took a sip and made a foul face. "I don't like coffee…"

Quatre shrugged pouring Duo's coffee into his own cup. "Why were you breaking in"
Duo finally remembered why he was there. "The gang forced me to. I needed money or I don't get fed"

Quatre frowned looking for lie in Duo's face. He went to the desk and took out a check book he forged his father's name, he didn't write a number. He wrote the conditions that only Duo could cash the check into his personal account (He would have to make one). He folded it and placed it into an envelope. He handed it to Duo "Quit the gang, take as much as you need, don't give it to the gang"

Duo smiled "Thanks Quatre…" and he left through the back to avoid the gang, he was headed for the airport. "Goodbye Mr. Winner" he whispered as he walked away.
Quatre ate the rest of the snack, put the coffee in a thermos to take upstairs, and quickly washed the dishes. He tiptoed up the stairs so as not to wake his father. It was 4 AM… maybe coffee wasn't the best idea.

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