I am so flattered by the unexpected amount of response this fic has gotten so far. I wasn't expecting so much until I was at least a couple chapters into it. And so, since I'm striving to be a more responsible author, I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed at the time of this writing: Lun4r-flow3r, Lolly Sister, Mia, Hyperness, Pistachio, Keeosu, Rekkaboziegirl, Mimi, and Soltic. These nine are the only ones who had reviewed as of the last time I checked, which was 12:30 on Sunday afternoon. If you aren't mentioned, please don't be upset; I'll mention you next chapter!

(Bows deeply) Doomo arigatou gozaimasu, minna-samma

Not mine. If the gundam boys were mine, I'd spend all day making them do all kinds of naughty things to each other.

Warnings: YAOI

Perfect World

Chapter 2

The ever-obnoxious sound of a blaring alarm woke him and he bolted upright in bed, swayed, and began searching blindly for the offensive device, shutting it off almost violently.

"Damn it, Heero, why the hell did you set the fuckin…." Pushing his bangs out of his eyes, he glanced down at his lover's habitual place beside him in the bed and stared for a long moment before he slowly began to comprehend that 1.) Heero wasn't there and 2.) He wasn't in the right bed.

The bed he shared with his sexy former soldier was a queen sized canopy that had been a gift from Quatre when the two former teammates had decided to move in together. It was always covered in wonderful silk, jewel-colored sheets of red, green, blue, or black and covered with an equally wonderful, thick comforter that matched any of the colors.

This bed was a twin, he thought, the mattress well-worn. The sheets were a flat blue flannel.

Duo scrambled backwards, falling from the bed and onto the floor with a painful thud, staring around him in horror. The room he was in was painted a painfully cheerful yellow, complete with blue plaid curtains to match the sheets on the windows. There was desk strewn with books and papers in the corner, and the walls were covered with posters for sci-fi television shows and movies. A poster of the elements hung above the bed. Worst of all, the room was clean. Heero kept their bedroom spotless, of course, but in the mornings there were always pieces of clothing scattered all around the floor.

And as Duo rose slowly to his feet he was forced to realize with even more horror that he was dressed in horrible black pajamas decorated with little green aliens.

Duo Maxwell slept in the nude or, at the very least, in boxers. Duo Maxwell did not wear pajamas.

"What the hell…?"

He jumped, spinning to stare as the door opened.

In the doorway, there stood…him.

It was almost like staring into a mirror, except this boy…the other him…his hair was short and cut in a shaggy style and he had the dignity of wearing boxers and an undershirt rather than dorky pjs. His build was slightly larger than the slight form that good ole Mr. Malnutrition had gifted Duo with.

And the boy was scowling – something Duo didn't like to do.

"Are you getting up or not, dorkface?" He demanded.

"Wha…?"

"Sam!" A voice called from somewhere downstairs. "Aaron! Breakfast!"

The boy in the doorway glared at him a moment longer before snorting, mumbling something under his breath, and stalking away. Duo rose on shaking legs and followed, unable to think of anything else to do. He had to find out where he was somehow – maybe he would be able to find answers if he followed his look-alike.

"Wait a minute." He called, tromping down the stairs after the other chestnut haired boy. He froze as he caught sight of what seemed to be a family portrait hanging on the wall. "What the hell…?"

"Sam! Catch me!"

Duo spun at the high pitched, childish voice, staring in horror as a little girl with blonde ringlets climbed onto the banister at the top of the stairs.

What kind of madhouse ?

"H…Hey! Get down from there!"

"Catch me!" She commanded again, spreading her arms wide.

"You're going to hurt yourself…stupid…" He rushed forward, only just managing to get there in time as the girl leapt, landing lightly in his arms with a happy giggle. Large eyes the same color as his own twinkled up at him merrily as he began to scold her for her behavior. Still giggling, she somehow managed to squirm from his eyes and rushed off through the same doorway his look-alike had gone through.

He stared after her, dazed, until a woman appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. Her dark blonde hair, touched with streaks of silver, was pulled hack into a high, messy ponytail and there was a bit of flower smudged on her cheek. Her amethyst eyes – the same exact shade as his own – twinkled merrily in her warm and gentle face as she caught sight of him, the small laugh lines crinkling familiarly.

"Sam? Are you going to eat with your family or not?" She questioned.

Duo blinked. "You talkin' to me?"

"Who else, hotshot? Come on, I made your favorite." With a wink, she retreated back into the room.

Duo looked around a moment before shrugging and following. The woman was obviously insane, but free food was free food – and Duo liked free.

The room everyone seemed so keen on getting him to go into turned out to be a kitchen – large, bright, horribly stereotypical in the way of classic television families. A table was near the large bay window, laden with breakfast food, and at that table sat the Duo-wannabe and the little girl, along with a man with curly, chestnut colored hair and blue eyes. He and the Duo clone were sitting close, pouring over the sports section of the newspaper and neither even looked up as Duo took one of the seats around the table, turned it and straddled it, peering around the bright and too-cozy room with interest.

"How are you feeling this morning, Sam?" The woman asked as she sat beside him, placing pancakes on his plate. It wasn't until everyone was looking at him that he realized she had been speaking to him.

"Huh? Oh, um…fine, I guess." Confused as hell, actually, he corrected silently.

"Tony, put down the paper." The woman scolded as if she hadn't heard Duo's answer. "Everyone is at the table now, so we can say grace. Sam, why don't you lead today?"

"Huh?"

The man smiled kindly. "Go on, son. Say a prayer."

"Oh…" Duo frowned, thinking, as the others took hands and bowed their heads. He certainly didn't know very many prayers. Finally he decided to make up one. "Eh…dear…Shinagami…sir. Er…please let me die in a giant explosion or MS crash instead of something boring. And um…stay away from my buds. The end."

He opened his eyes and looked up, surprised to find everyone looking at him.

"What?" He asked. He thought he had done rather well, actually.

"Who's Shinigami?" The little girl asked, mouth carefully forming the unfamiliar word. Her mother quickly shushed her, pale and upet-looking.

"That isn't funny, Samuel." The man informed him sternly.

Duo's tolerance for craziness snapped. "Who the hell is Samuel, and why in hell do you keep calling me that?" He demanded finally. "I'm Duo Maxwell." At their blank looks, he decided to repeat it, more slowly. "Duuuuoooo Maaaxxwelll."

The man scowled, becoming angry as the woman paled even further and a frightened look crossed the little girl's face. "ENOUGH, Sam. You're scaring your mother!"

"I don't even know who you people are!" He yelled in response to the firm command. "For your information, I don't even have a mother!"

"SAMUEL!"

"Duo!" He repeated again, reaching to toy with his braid as was his habit when he was agitated. "D-U-O. Du…holy shit! Where the hell is my fuckin braid!"

"We do not use that language, Saumuel!" The woman scolded.

He stared at her, dumbfounded, hand slowly falling from his horribly closely-cropped hair. "You freaks are serious, aren't you?" He whispered, horrified. He shook his head violently, standing. "That's it; I am so out of here! Thanks for the breakfast, but I really need to be getting home before I'm missed."

"Sam!"

A hand grabbed his arm and he instinctively shoved his assailant against the wall.

"Leave. Me. Alone." He growled menacingly. No way he was going to stick around for his organs to be harvested or something.

"Oh Sammy! Oh, my poor baby!" The woman cried, seemingly unaffected by his threatening attitude. Her hands came up to cup his face, eyes full of what seemed to be genuine concern. "Look at me, sweetheart." She ordered as if soothing a dangerous animal. "Sammy – do you know who I am?"

"No." He answered rudely. "I thought we had established this already."

Suddenly she was hugging him, almost crushing his small body against herself. "Oh, my baby!" She cried. "Listen, sweetheart, you have to listen to me." She pulled away, taking his face into her hands once more and staring into his eyes. "You have amnesia." She informed him slowly. "Yesterday at your brother's baseball game you were hit in the head by a foul ball." Her large eyes filled with tears. "We didn't take you to the hospital because you swore you were all right."

"You are all fuckin insane." He whispered back slowly.

Her bottom lip trembled. "You don't remember anything, baby?"

He jerked away, desperate to get away from the care in her eyes, the concern in the faces of the others. "I remember just fine." He insisted defiantly. "I went to the movies with He-man, and then we were walking home and this car went onto the sidewalk, and…oh shit." He felt the blood drain from his face as dread suddenly filled him. "Where…where the hell am I?"

The boy who looked like Duo gave the kind of erratic, wild laugh that was a response to a situation he didn't know how to deal with. "You were at the movies with He-man?" He asked in disbelief. "That ancient cartoon character from Earth? Mom, he's having flashbacks from history class, that's all."

Duo glared at the clone. "I ain't talking about some damn cartoon, ya damn moron." He growled. "I was talking about my lover, Heero. Heero Yuy."

More laughter. Actually, even the little girl and the woman let out surprised bursts of giggles.

"Heero Yuy is a great man, sweetheart." The woman told him gently, unable to suppress a smile. "And we all appreciate what he has done for the cause of peace, but he isn't your lover."

"And he's much too old for you." The look-alike snickered. "This is so classic!" He laughed. "Dork-boy gets beaned in the head, and all the sudden he thinks he's some kind of queer."

"Quiet, Aaron." The man scolded.

"Shit." Duo groaned. "Shit shit shit shit…"

"Sam?"

"I think I'm gonna puke…"

To Be Continued

I have one problem with this fic, and that is that I can't remember what the explination was for how this happened. Anyone got any thoughts?