AN: This is my first GW fanfic so bear with me readers. Flames won't acknowledge, constructive criticism I will. Here is Chapter one I hope it turns out okay.

PAIRINGS: 13x2, 13x6x5, 1x2, 3x4, one sided 1+R and I think that's it.

Warnings: Obviously due to stupid there can be no NC-17 scenes, but I will have some lime. If I feel like it (I'm lazy), I'll also post on and I'll let you guys know if I do. Back to warnings, mild Relena-bashing, yaoi (duh), violence and um... yah. If any of these things offend you, too damn bad losers, just don't read it!

Chapter 1 Visitors

"DUUUUOOOOO!"

Treize shouted as he heard the crash from the hallway from his office. 'Duo Duo Duo', he thought and rubbed his temples. It seemed like they would be going to the local tavern for breakfast once more. Thinking of the burnt mess Duo had brought him the the previous morning made Treize chuckle. Though a clumsy, foolish servant with sorry skills in the kitchen, the noble liked Duo. He was one of the few things these days that made him laugh. He made his smile disappear as he heard a timid knock rap on the door.

"Enter."

Duo's heart shaped face peered in, lips set in a pout. Treize forced to keep his frown from turning into a smirk. "Well don't just look at me. Come in here and tell me that ruckus I just heard wasn't my breakfast."

Treize watched as Duo slowly crept in standing in front of him, eyes downcast, as he fiddled with the end of his long chestnut braid nervously, as if waiting for a death sentence. Duo opened his mouth to speak.

"I...um..."

"Yes?" Treize implored eyebrow raised. Duo's eyes looked at him before they shifted back to the floor quickly.

"Well...I just happened..."

"Mmhmm?" Treize hummed waiting.

Duo collapsed to the floor, hands clasped in a pleading manner. "It was your breakfast sir. It was perfect too. Eggs, bacon, fresh bread and tea..."

"Sounds delicious." Treize commented glancing over the map he had been examining previously before the crash in the hallway. Duo nodded his head and swallowed.

"I carried it carefully up the stairs you see, and I was so happy that I did everything perfect that I raised my hands to the sky and then..."

Treize couldn't contain it. He burst out laughing, and had to sit down to control the aches in his sides. He was sure he was crying. When he looked at Duo, he looked embarrassed and hurt. Treize simpered down and gave a little cough.

"After you clean up your mess, get your jacket. We'll go to the tavern." He told his servant and picked up a compass and carefully began to measure something on the map. He did not look up. He heard Duo shuffle up and leave, closing the door behind him. Treize shook with silent laughter.

Treize sidled into the coat Duo held out for him. Once they exited the cottage like house, Treize locked up and placed the key in his pocket for safekeeping.

"Shall I saddle up a horse for you sir to ride into town?" Duo asked. Duo asked him this question everyday and everyday, the tall ginger haired man refused. He thought it foolish to ride a horse to something that was only five minutes away.

"No we will walk as usual." he said and Duo smiled up at him, racing up ahead, enjoying the scenic view of the mountain village.

Treize inhaled a deep breath of fresh air. The atmosphere was so different than Malachia. It was the largest city in the world, surrounded by a dwindling forest once thick but trees were cut down for industrialization and expansion. Malachia was suffocating and full of dirty streets and swindlers and corrupt politicians that no progress to the city was getting done. Roads were poor, bridges were weak, and buildings in the poorer areas slowly eroded due to hard years of storms, rain, and blizzards.

As a once well known noble, Treize was forced under the pressure of political law and rule. King J was a tyrant and Treize disliked him with a passion. Something had to be done. Contrary to belief, Treize hadn't killed the old evil King. He didn't know who did, but he was blamed for it and had to escape with his life with only a pack of gold, several maps and his precious sword, goblin-made, passed down in the Kushrenada family for centuries. He traveled days till he reached the small town of Withernsby, close to the mountains, and far enough away that he wouldn't be tracked down by scouts. He bought the house he now resided in, and no one asked him questions or bothered him and that was how he liked it. He was keen on just staying by himself and taking care of himself only hiring a maid to come in a few days of the week but Duo took him by surprise. His entrance in Treize's life was warm and comforting.

"It seems there are visitors." Duo chirped pointing at three beautiful horses that were tethered to a fence in front of the Inn. They were interesting to Duo, but they made Treize's blood run cold. He recognized the insignia of Malachia on one of the horse's rump that had been branded there.

"Duo," Treize said seriously, voice cold and emotionless. "I want you to peek inside and tell me who you see in there."

Duo's face creased into worry. "Oh Treize sir, do you think someone's found you?" the boy asked and ran to the tavern door. He slowly opened the door, a bell chiming his arrival and he peered inside. After a silent minute, Duo slipped his head out and ran back to Treize.

"There's the usual drunkards, some old lady with a beard and three handsome devils. One has dark hair and blue eyes, and one's kinda funny looking with slanted black eyes and such shiny hair! But it's nothing compared to the blonde guy with long hair. His hair shines like jewels. It's almost as long as mine. No, his hair wasn't even blonde, more of a silvery white..."

"Milliardo." Treize whispered. Could it be him? Could his old friend and lover had located him? Who were the strangers with him? Treize looked once more at the horses while Duo grabbed his growling stomach.

"Oi master I hope you don't get caught. Shall we run back to the house and stow away in the mountains and live in a gave that has a secret passage that leads to a goblin lair?"

It were things said like this that made Treize wonder if Duo had been dropped as an infant. He had such a strange and obscene imagination full of adventure and life, and Treize guessed that was what made Duo. Treize pondered the situation as Duo had veered near the horses. One was a beautiful and silky palamino with flowing white mane and hair around the ankles, concealing the hoofs. Another was an all black mare and glinted even in the scant sunlight. The last was an odd color. It was such a deep red, almost the color of blood. It's mane and tail was black and there was one small white patch on it's forehead shaped like a diamond. Duo held out his hand to the dark red horse, which sniffed him and snorted hot air before nuzzling Duo's small hand with his nose. Duo smiled. The horse was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, well besides his master of course. Duo glanced over his shoulder at Treize who was still standing looking at the tavern as if in a trance and Duo frowned. Perhaps he knew those strangers in there, the ones he knew these horses belonged to.

Duo sighed and turned back to the horse. He hoped his master wasn't in trouble. Duo shivered, he was beginning to get cold and he could smell the aroma of fried potatoes in the tavern. He gave the horse one last scratch before he approached his caretaker. "Should we leave...I can still try breakfast..."

"No, lets go inside."

"But..."

Treize calmly ushered his servant into the tavern. The bartender, a croaky old balding man greeted them with a small wave and an grunt of acknowledgment. Treize surveyed the room carefully, blue eyes resting on a table in the far corner, where he saw a face he once doubted he would ever see again. Duo clutched his arm as he glanced suspiciously at the table. Their combined staring caught attention and pale icy blue met cerulean. It was him. Treize smoothly walked over and placed a palm on the sword at his belt. He glanced around. Was it a trap?

"Duo order us some food. Tell them to wrap it so we can take it home." Treize said and handed Duo his purse. Duo left and went to lazy waitress who was drinking on the job and ordered. She looked miffed at being disturbed, but got up to tell the chef of the order placed. When Duo turned around, he saw Treize talking with one of the three strangers. Duo was familiar with bits and pieces of Treize's past. The man did not tell him much, just that he was wanted for a crime he did not commit. Duo believed him. Even if Treize had lied, Duo owed him his life.

Duo winced as he remembered the band of gypies.

They had been passing through Withernsby. Duo and several others were slaves, packed away in a small dank, wagon to be sold off. There was no roof so they had to endure the hot sun or the chilling nights. They were fed once a day, hard bread, water, and sometimes cheese which Duo didn't like. Duo had been captured by the gypsies when he was roaming the forest, against Hilde, his adopted sister's wishes. They had lived along with Hilde's uncle in a small cabin away from the main town. It was a warm day and Duo had wanted to go into the forest to search for pollywogs. Hilde advised him not to go, for it was getting dark, but as soon as she turned her back, he slipped off.

His disobedience got him caught and chained. Duo was young. The gypsies saw he was fair and beautiful and had special plans to sell him in one of the large cities where nobles or even royalty would pay a pretty penny for one such as him. Luckily for Duo, Treize had stopped the travelling party. He wasn't looking to buy or to have his fortune told, but wanted news. Duo thought it was a strange thing to request, especially from the Gypsy King, who was a fat dirty man with missing teeth. He had caught Treize's eye and was surprised and angered when Treize had asked the Gypsy King for a price. He was a human damn it and he shouldn't be sold like cattle. Yet somewhere deep in his body, he knew that Treize was his hope for freedom. How he figured that he didn't know. His spirits sank when the King told him a ridiculously large amount Duo was sure he couldn't pay. He himself had never seen more than five gold pieces at once. Spirits were rejuvenated, however, when Treize gave the amount he wanted. The fat gypsy had snatched it up, scanning the bag's contents with satisfaction and greed. He grunted for two gypsies to unchain Duo. When Duo was roughly yanked from the wagon, he legs collapsed under him. They had been riding nonstop for a few days straight, and his legs were cramped. He remembered the commanding sharp voice of his new owner towards the brutes who were yanking him off the ground cruelly. The gypsies had left and Duo was carried by the man he would serve.

Duo snapped out of the past as a basket with two sealed plates of warm food was handed to him. He walked cautiously over to Treize and company, unsure whether to make himself known while Treize was talking to the platinum blonde haired man. The silvery haired newcomer's eyes fell on Duo and he smirked yet his eyes held something Duo could barely decipher. Was it anger? Jealousy he saw?

" Pretty little thing you acquired Treize. I didn't know your tastesran so young. What is he about twelve? Thirteen?"

"No need to be jealous dear Milliardo. I and every man in Malachia know that there is no one who is as good a lay as you."

Treize hated how nervous he sounded, bitter and hateful, but his last terms with Milliardo had not been well. He did not know if he was friend or foe for once ago, Milliardo had made his betrayal very clear to him. The platinum blonde haired man smirked. "Time and crime has certainly caused some damage I see." he said in a calm voice and raised his mug to Treize, his smirk somewhat forced. "Let us not speak here. Myhouse is at the top of the hill, you can't miss it." He said and wheeled around and left the tavern without so much as a backward glance. Duo looked at the door, Treize had just stormed through and back to the foreigners.

"So...sir Milliardo is it?" he asked and blew bangs that covered his eyes away. Milliardo closed his eyes.

"It's Zechs. Treize is the only one now to this day who calls me by that name." he said coldly

Duo nodded curtly and inwardly smiled. It seemed this man questioned his relationship to Treize and for that reason he was chilling towards him.

"Yes, I suppose you just call Treize by his given name. He likes it though, when I call him Master." Duo waggled his eyebrows and sashayed out of the tavern with an extra sway of his hips he saw Fernada, the town wench do when she was being suggestive. Once out of site, he took off back to the house, careful not to exerience any accidents that would cause the basket of food to fly from his hands.

Zechs and the others took their time about arriving at Treize's hideaway. By the time they had finished their breakfast and Treize pacing in the common room from wall to wall, ususally calm demeanor gone, was when the sound of human and hoofbeats crunched on the gravel road. Duo peeked out the window, while Treize stopped pacing, and then went to open the door. Duo opened it with vigor and gave a wide smile.

"Welcome to Mister Treize's humble abode. I hope you shall enjoy your stay, may it be quick and unbothersome, so that we may be left in peace."

The slanted eyed man, who in fact looked no older than him sneered and pushed by him rudely and Duo, unfazed reached over and pinched a silk pants clad butt.

"Ah! Kisama!" he shouted and Duo sniggered. Zechs entered next and Duo sent him a glare, and a raspberry. He turned to the last of the company.

"Well, aren't you coming in?" he asked amused. The man was not as tall as Treize or Zechs but towered over him with a good five inches. His eyes were a deep cobalt blue, a color so dark that Duo felt as if he were looking into endless pools. They were only slightly slanted, giving his eyes an almond shaped look that made him look even more exotic. His features were strong and chiseled, skin an olive tone, and Duo could practically feel the power radiating from him.

The man nodded walked in silently and joined the rest in the common room, encouraged to sit by Treize. They sat. Zechs gestured to his companions.

"This is Chang Wufei of the Dragon clan from the far east and Prince Heero from Kaladwar."

The noble greeted them with a curt nod, wondering why Zechs was traveling with such company.

"This is all nice and well, but how did you find..."

"That's for me to know and you to find out." Zechs interrupted. "How about you let your little lover make tea while I tell you why I'm here?"

Duo huffed. "You had your chance to drink tea at the tavern. I want to hear what business you have with sir Treize." he told him and Milliardo, Zechs, or whatever he was called pursed his lips. Treize held his chin. "Yes, tea is a good idea. Please Duo?"

Duo resisted the urge to stomp his foot in frustration. "Yes sir." he muttered sullenly and walked to the kitchen to do as he was told.

Zechs, who was seated in a lush armchair, crossed his legs and folded his arms behind his head. "Nice place you found Treize. And this town peaceful. You know, you were quite difficult tracking down. I had hoped I would find you here. I was about to give up."

Treize leaned against the wall, eyes scanning over Wufei and Heero who looked at him with interest. In truth, it was Wufei who observed him with interest, the Prince Heero was with cold indifference.

"I don't care of your tales on how you found me Milliardo." Treize stipulated calmly. "I'll be blunt. Just what the fuck do you want?"

An: Ok first chapter and I am severely dissapointed. I had it written but then I kept changing. I felt I had the characters too out of character. If this chapter is less than acceptable please let me know. ------Kenya