Disclaimers: Not mine, not even going to dream that they are mine. Just took them out for a spin, did a little torture and returned them home nice and slightly tortured.

Warnings: Waaaaaaaaay too much sap in this one. General warnings such as OOCs, shounen ai, slightly more graphic dreams and pre lemons that Tsu is used to writing. But don't worry, Tsu still doesn't write lemons.

A/N: This a fusion with a yaoi manga that I picked up called 'Colors'. Some parts are reflective of the manga, others are just me putting things in. Hehehe, I promised myself no fusion fics, but I couldn't help it. Even I got hyperglycaemia from reading it. Too sweet, toooo sweet. Perhaps someone who has read this can tell me if I am infringing anything by writing how I did.

Letters to Home

Part 2

Hilde wouldn't stop laughing, she couldn't actually, despite the scathing glare she got from her little brother.

"It's not funny," Duo protested, throwing a pillow and succeeded in hitting Hilde in the face.

"I can't help it. Your mooning about for days... all for a guy!" She stammered through her giggles.

"It's not my fault that Treize is lousy at describing people! He said Heero was as cute as a button and I remembered him using that same description for you. Though that one was completely off the mark." Duo got a whack on the back of his head for his efforts. "That's why I thought..."

Hilde finally managed to control her mirth and sat facing her brother. "Well, you should be glad. I thought for a moment that you were infatuated with this Heero. Heero, how masculine can this name sound before you think he's a guy?"

"Well, my name has been mistaken for that of a girl before!" Duo protested, trying to stop a blush that threatened. Hilde was half right when she said that her brother had a crush on Heero. Perhaps he did.

Hilde collapsed into paroxysms of laughter once again, that comment having tickled a memory. "Oh yes, I remembered that disappointed look on that guy's face when he realised he had written a love letter to the wrong Maxwell sibling!"

"He appeared to prefer my penmanship better than yours," Duo shot back. "At least he could understand what I was writing."

"Why you..." Hilde leapt toward her brother and the familiar tussling of the Maxwell siblings ensued. After a few moments, Hilde sat up, ruffling her brother's long chestnut hair and tugging at his messy braid. "Hey, shouldn't you be getting ready to move out of here?" She asked.

Duo sat up gasping. His sister had been sitting him just a while ago. Moving out, yes to the dorm. He had been ecstatic when he found out that he had passed the entrance exam and now would be starting school at Sanc Academy. He wondered if Heero got in as well.

"You're just glad to get me out of your hair," Duo accused with a teasing smile.

"Of course," Hilde agreed, stretching as she got to her feet. "Anything to have the apartment to myself and have the occasional orgy with a horde of strange men on the weekends."

Duo got up as well, laughing lightly. "Right, as if anyone would be interested in a woman that doesn't have the necessary equipment to be female," he jeered, looking pointedly at Hilde's rather flat chest. He wisely ran out of the room at the first yell of outrage. He was laughing breathlessly as he leaned against the closed door, and after the first pound of fist against the wood panel, it was silent.

He stared at his room, now filled with boxes and bags. He really wasn't in the mood to pack some more tonight. Oh well, it can wait till tomorrow. He crawled under the nest of covers and fell asleep.

XXxxXX

"Duo..." A familiar voice called out his name in a sing song manner. "Hey, Duo."

Duo looked around, his lips widened into a smile as he caught sight of Heero. "Heero, what are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you," Heero said, looking slightly bashful.

Duo could deny the warmth flooding him at that pronouncement. He took a step closer. "Really?"

Heero nodded. "Yes."

Duo stood in front of the other boy, staring deeply at him. There was something very attractive about Heero, even though he was male. His hand seemed to move with its own will as it came up to cup Heero's soft cheek. His thumb ran over the high cheekbones. He smiled as Heero nuzzled into his touch.

Heero was exactly like his painting, beautiful, mysterious, full of hidden warmth. In one word, perfect. Duo pulled Heero closer, pressing their lips together. They felt warm, soft as Heero responded sweetly to the kiss. Arms crept around Duo's neck, pulling him tightly up against the other boy's body. He lowered his head, nipping Heero's smooth neck. A low moan was his answer.

Slowly, nimble fingers came up to bare Heero's shirt. Duo pushed the material over the other boy's shoulders, revealing a well sculpted chest and slightly tanned skin. As his hand dipped further, Heero moaned again. It was a sound filled with endless pleasure. The braided teen unbuckled Heero's pants with amazing ease and skill, slipping the zip down.

His hand reached under the material of the tan slacks...

And he woke up screaming.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Duo sat up in his bed, eyes as wide as saucers. "Wh...wha... what the hell was that?" He cried, his hand fisting the sleep shirt over his chest. He shook his head vehemently, trying to clear his head of the images and the stirring in his nether regions.

How could he have such thoughts about a boy? And he actually enjoyed it! Aaaah, no, forget about it, forget about it.

He suddenly stopped the violent shaking of his head. He suddenly remembered seeing something like that in Hilde's room. Hmm, maybe because he had accidentally seen some of it the other day and his mind mixed everything up. He might have ended up dreaming about Heero and him purely by accident. Yes, that was it.

Still, curiosity got the better of him and he found himself creeping into Hilde's room and going through her rather shockingly large horde of yaoi mangas. He was lucky his sister was once again out for the night. Hilde would definitely take machete to his head if she found out that he had been going through her stuff, especially her yaoi mangas. Who had ever thought she would be such a fangirl? He stared at the box full of slim volumes, debating with himself if he should touch it. He poked at one experimentally, making sure it won't jump up and bite his finger. Suddenly he wondered if sleep deprivation was responsible for any part of his momentary insanity.

Taking a deep breath he pulled out a random book and started paging through them. It started out with a wild flip and him only seeing glimpses of pictures and limbs. Of course, morbid fascination won out and the flipping got slower and slower as he started studying the figures, sometimes turning the book around to get a better view.

"Wow, can people really do this?" He whispered a question. "Looks like someone would have a pulled muscle before long."

"And you are going to have worse than a pulled muscle," Hilde's ominous voice came from behind.

Duo yelped loudly. The angel of death hath descended.

XXxxXX

Duo yawned, slamming his hand on the alarm clock. It served to effectively shut off its nagging beeps. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Yup, he was at his dorm room, having successfully escaped Hilde's wrath. He was accused of putting finger prints all over her valued yaoi mangas. He sleepily trudged to his shared bathroom for a shower. Today was first day of school and it wouldn't do to be late. Perhaps he could be late at a later date. Besides, he was famous for standing in the hallway as punishment in his old school. He saw no reason not to introduce this tradition to his new school.

He took one last look at the mirror, checking his appearance and making sure his new contact lenses didn't fall out of his eyes. After his tendencies of crashing into people, he had decided that contacts were much safer than spectacles, at least during school hours. He took his bag and headed out the door. Opposite him, someone was also getting ready to leave for school. It was an oriental boy, with a rather serious expression on his face. His longish hair was gathered neatly and tied severely into a ponytail.

"Getting ready for classes?" He asked, locking the door behind him.

Duo nodded, smiling a little shyly.

"Chang Wu Fei," he introduced himself, sticking his hand out. "First year."

"Duo Maxwell," the long haired teen shook the other's hand. "Same."

The two kept each other company walking toward the building that housed the classrooms. "What class are you in?" Wu Fei asked.

"Uhm..." Duo started fumbling in his bag and pulled out his class schedule. "Class C."

The Chinese smiled. "Me too. I'll catch up with you later then. I have to do something at the administration office."

"Alright," Duo waved a good bye to his new found friend. Perhaps the people in Sanc weren't so bad after all.

The classrooms were housed in one building but finding the correct classroom proved to be a pain. Duo soon realised that while he wasn't lost, he was thoroughly confused. It took him almost fifteen minutes to find the right room when it had been under his nose all along.

"Damn it, I knew it was this one," Duo cursed after being kindly shown all the way back down to the third floor by a nice senior by the name of Alex.

"Hey!"

Duo turned, wondering who would sound so delighted to see him. "He... Heero!" It was so stupid but he couldn't contain a grin. "You got in too?"

Heero was smiling, bigger and brighter than Duo had ever seen in their two rather accident filled meetings. "Yes. What class are you in?"

"Class C," Duo pointed to the door. "Took me forever to find this place. It's a bleeding maze!"

Heero kept silent, merely staring at Duo, looking extremely pleased at something. "Looks like we are in the same class..." He frowned suddenly. "You know what, I don't know you name."

The braided teen suddenly felt his heartbeat speeding up. This was it, the moment of truth. Would Heero realise who he was? Would he even care? Perhaps he was the only one that gave such importance to that painting and the titles and what it meant to him and how it made him and...

"Are you alright?" Heero asked, looking concerned.

"Ye... Yes." Well, here goes. "My name is Du..."

"Boys, class is starting, please take you seats," a middle aged man spoke from behind them, startling both boys.

Heero shrugged, going through the doorway. "Well, you can tell me later perhaps."

Duo felt like a thousand needles were poking through his brain. What a stupid thing! It was at the tip of his tongue. Perhaps it was the best? He thought forlornly as he was being ushered into the classroom. Perhaps Heero didn't even notice that there were two paintings with the same name. Perhaps he was just obsessing for nothing.

With such and other more morose thoughts coupled with the disturbing dream he had had about inappropriate things he had wanted, in his dream, to do to Heero, he took a seat somewhere in the middle of the class. He let out a soft huffing breathing, wishing this day would just end. There form teacher followed close behind and took his place in the front of the room. Mr Smith, as he introduced himself as, laid down a few ground rules of what he expected of the class and what would their lives at the Academy would be like for the next few years. Duo, sinking in despair of his own creation, drowned out most of the monologue.

"You will now introduce yourselves," Mr Smith declared, pointing at one of the boys sitting in the front.

Duo recognised him as Quatre, the same blond he had met on the last day of his exam. The slight teen walked confidently to the front of the room and flashed everyone a blinding smile.

"Hello, my name is Quatre R. Winner. I am from the Middle East. Very nice to meet you all." With another bright smile, he returned to his seat.

Winner... wait, Winner Industries, not that Winner? Duo gaped. He knew many powerful and wealthy families sent their heirs to Sanc Academy but Winner? They were one of the richest families there were. He was caught staring at Quatre even after he sat down who gave him a friendly wink. Duo stopped himself from shaking his head in disbelief. A Winner this down to earth? Now this was a total surprise.

Next up was a boy with a rather odd, gravity defying hair style. Or perhaps his family dealt in hairstyling products. The boy was taller than most his age, with light brown hair that rest over one side of his face, permanently obscuring one of his brilliant green eyes.

"I'm Triton Bloom, from Italy. Please call me Trowa," he said, a voice deep and smooth as velvet. Duo could hear the girls sighing and swooning in turns. They had liked Quatre, he was cute and adorable, but Tri... Trowa, this was someone to have a crush over.

And... Heero too? Duo hoped not. It disturbed him to think someone would hide around Heero's locker, slipping him love letters.

Next was the Chinese boy he met this morning. He shot everyone a rather cold glare, which was at odds with the friendly gesture he got this morning, before returning to his seat without another word.

A few more introductions continued before it got to Heero's turn. The boy walked to the front of the room with an almost nonchalant air about him. He really did seem rather disinterested about everything around him.

"Heero Yuy, Japan." He started walking back toward his seat, saving a small smile for Duo on the way back.

Mr Smith was left rather speechless at this abrupt speech. He was stunned for a brief moment before his gaze fell on Duo. "You, with the braid, your turn."

Duo took a deep breath, pushing his chair back. Well, here goes nothing. If Heero didn't recognise his name, it would not only be a shock, but probably a disappointment as well. He faced the class, unused to such attention on his person. Almost by habit, he drew comfort from his braid, gripping it and playing with the ends.

"I'm from America," Duo smiled nervously. "Duo Maxwell is my na..."

There was a harsh sound of chair scraping across floor. Heero was standing, his hands braced on the desk in front of him, a look of stunned surprise mingled with indescribable joy written all over his face.

"...me," Duo finished, his heart taking a leap. Could it be? Heero did recognise his name?

"You... you're Duo Maxwell?" Heero said.

"Yes..." Duo felt inordinately pleased. The obsessing was indeed mutual. There was a sudden patter of footsteps and Heero was standing right in front of him. Then arms were thrown around his neck in a tight squeeze.

"I've wanted to meet you," Heero whispered, burying his face in the crook of Duo's neck.

Duo stood there stock still, the feel of Heero's lips moving against his skin in that hushed tone rendering him immobile. A weird sensation ran through him. Something was happening to him, but what?

He was abruptly aware of the shocked expressions of his new classmates not to mention the furious whispering that was now spreading like wildfire, especially amongst the girl. He knew what this looked like and he felt dread slowly pooling in his stomach. Had he just landed in a pool of crazed yaoi fangirls that could possibly rival Hilde?

Cheers, hoots and catcalls suddenly filled the air.

Right, yaoi fangirls.

And this was just the beginning.

tbc...

Whee, next up. The letters part hasn't started yet. But it will soon, next chappie actually.

SF: It initially was to be 10 chappies, but I think right now it might be a chappie or two more.

Thanks for reading guys!