A/N: Thx to all readers and esp. to those who reviewed: Akennea (Really?! Of course I will.), Eranimation-limited2-nothing (hey, first time I didn't copy your name. Btw Duo is reaaally in for it in this chappie. Poor guy!), Bunch-o-Nuts (Used to? Well I hope so cuz there lot's of more chappies to come.), Hikaru (Next? More Duo torture of course. Bwahahaha.), Aryante (Like I said each week one chapter. Thank you!), Curious Dream Weaver (Ohlalala, my my I'm all flattered. ^_^ But I have to admit I came to like Kenji unlike a certain black clad god of death…), Ota-chan (Of course, I'll listen to you. I realized it often while reading a chapter a second time. Sometimes I over read it though. Hope it's not to annoying!)

Chapter 7: Wakey, wakey Duo-chan!

*It was dark and he was running. Shadows were surounding him. Suddenly something hit him in his face followed by a sharp pain at the nape of his head. Something had tried to yank him back with his braid. He tried to run faster but someone lunged at him. They struggled but the shadow was stronger settling on his chest. And suddenly he couldn't breathe.*

Duo Maxwell woke up with a start. Something was wrong. Keeping his eyes closed and his breathing regular he feigned sleep and calculated the situation.

'What the heck is going on?'

There was definitely someone holding him down currently located on his chest though probably not with his full weight. It was too light for that. Duo felt his braid drapped over his shoulder apparently still in one piece though the stranger was tugging at it.

'Omg, had OZ soldiers found us? Invaded the safe house and murdered the others in their sleep and were keeping him for a new torture-interogation-method? Whoa, hold it hold it Maxwell. Those are OZ soldiers we're talking about not L2 officials.' He mentally scolded himself.

Ozzies were always out for a promotion and therefore they needed the pilots alive. But still something fishy was going on here. Duo strained his ears.

Nope, not a thing. Everything silent.

Now the Deathscythe pilot could feel his braid being pulled up and heaven forbid it that asshole tickled his nose with the tip of his braid.

'If this is really an OZ soldier they REALLY should improve their torture methods.' The motionless teen thought irritated.

'God, what is going on here? Can't someone just get his well deserved beautysleep for once?'

And how could someone invade his personal space and not waking him up anyway?

But before Duo's mind could further turn in circles a certain someone cut his air supply off.

*OUFFF*

'That's it. Playtime's over.'

Duo cursed all his training to hell and his eyes shot open while his hands shot out like a flash to grab whatever what was "torturing" him. At first he couldn't see anything and all what could be heard was his ragged breathing. His heart was going a mile a minute in his chest, his blood pounding in his ears. What seemed like an eternity though was barely a second as his eyes focosed.

'NO. No way. NO GOD DAMN FUCKING WAY.'

Duo gritted his teeth still clutching the small person's front shirt who was now sitting on his lap. And this certain someone -also going by THE BRAT- dared to grin innocently up at him.

'This can't be happening. This is so not happening. I'm cursed. Yes, that must be it I'm cursed.' Duo groaned. 'How late is it anyway?'

The poor teen dared a quick glance at his bedside table, hoped and prayed only to be crushed by the bitter truth. The illuminated numbers flashed him the ungodly hour of 7.30am. Duo felt like he was going to cry.

'What did I do to deserve this? All I want is some sleep.'

The Deathscythe pilot sighed heavyly ignoring the curious kid who had been watching his every move ready to sprint with a wrong move of the grumpy Shinigami. But obviously Kenji had the situation perfectly calculated since Duo decided it wasn't worth it and let himself fall backwards back in his bed pulling the cover over his head pretending Kenji wasn't there.

Now that wasn't nice at all. Kenji pouted. He had given the older boy lot's of time to sleep now it was time to get up and play. It looked like that the older teen needed some serious convincing.

Here we go. With a loud yell Kenji jumped up from his place and started jumping on Duo's bed and unfortunately also on certain parts of Duo's anatomy… .

Barely a second later a very pissed off Duo Maxwell sat up with an outraged scream.

"You goddamn bloody kid." Duo yelled red in his face from anger, pain and lack of sleep.

'You're so in for it. Enough is enough. Screw Quatre and his speech 'He's only a poor little boy.' Duo mimicked sarcastically in his mind while steeling himself for what was to come. 'That brat is the devil himself.'

Ripping off his cover the teen intended to jump out of bed but landed with a relatively ungraceful humph facefirst into the shabby rug.

'I will not scream. I will not scream. I will not scream.' Duo tried to convince himself. But one look at Kenji who sat sniggering quietly at a safe distance was enough to throw his ideals of *not-harming-children-and-keeping-his-temper-down-before-9am* out the window*.  "YOU ARE SO DEAD. I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN YOU GOD DAMN BRAT." Duo screamed furiously and kicked wildly at the stupid sheet which had brought him to fall in the first way. He may be an American of origin but why would anyone in their right mind sleep with a sheet (where you got endlessly tangled up) and a comforter on top anyway. Those goddamn sheets were a freaking hazard and slowed down making your bed a great deal.

Duo let out something like a frustrated growl and then kept ranting at Kenji not caring if he woke up irritated pilots or not.

"You goddamn brat. What did I just tell you barely two hours ago???? STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! Who do you think you are? You are dead meat."

While Duo was screaming on the top of his lungs and trying to free himself from the blasted sheets Kenji had slowly backed off towards the door and poked now carefully his head into Duo's room taking in the agitated state of the Gundam pilot.

Duo was now terribly fuming since he now sported a second bumb on his head to match the one he had gotten already from the kitchen counter.

While he had been trying to wiggle and kick his way out of the sheets – maybe a bit too violently – he had managed to smash his head against his bedside table. For a moment the only thing he saw were stars and felt uncomforably weak but then his head started ringing with chants.

'Ihatethekid. Ihatethekid. Ihatethekid.'

New found energy flooded his veins and the God of Death rose in all his glory what in the current moment only consisted of a tousled braid and a pair of old black boxers.

Kenji was very interested indeed at the sudden change in Duo. He had found it funny to watch but right now the teen did look a bit scary. Maybe he had hurt his head really hard this time. Kenji felt the need to express his concern after all his mommy had taughed him good manners.

"Daijoubu desu ka?" Kenji asked with a certain amount of sincerity. Unfortunately Duo didn't understand any Japanese nor did he wanted to hear anything like concern in the voice of the small Japanese. He only wanted one thing: Revenge.

"You brat will feel now the revenge of Shinigami!!! I will have my sleep! Even if it's the last thing I do!" Duo more or rather screeched as Kenji started giggling at Duo's reference to Shinigami.

"Arrrgh! You goddamn brat!!!" Now that was the cue for Kenji to get out of there. Without loosing a second the kid turned and sprinted down the corridor.

"No fair, brat. Get back here!" Duo yelled.

'Fuck fuck fuck. That little bugger. You just wait and see what I can do. But first off I need something to keep me from freezing to death in that ice hole. I hope someone is going to fix the heating soon. Bloody rain!!!'

Duo impatiently ripped the sheet from the floor and uncerimonically slung it around himself fastening it with a huge knot.

'Ha Ha. Beware brat. Here I come.'

Then he stormed out with a blood curling scream which most definitely woke up all those who weren't awake by now. Kenji was by the stairs already and Duo hot on his heels as a almost naked Wu Fei ripped his door open bellowing.

"MAXWELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? AND WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AROUND IN THIS RIDICULOUS OUTFIT?"

Duo was grateful that Wu Fei couldn't spit fire like a real dragon otherwise the last of the dragon clan would have fried him on several occasions already.

"GO BACK TO BED WUFFERS. THIS IS A FIGHT FOR REAL MAN."

"ARE YOU QUESTIONING MY MANLINESS???? HOW DARE YOU!!!!!"

Promptly Wu Fei stomped back in his room grabbed his katana and started chasing Duo down the stairs. Downstairs a befuddled Trowa came to see what was going on but decided it was waaaaay too early for his brain to function properly as he saw a giggling mini Heero Yuy being chased by a furious toga clad Shinigami who in turn was chased by a wildly katana wielding almost naked Chang Wu Fei. So like I said it was waaaay too early for him to compute this information. Shrugging Trowa went back to bed.

In the meanwhile Quatre had gotten to the kitchen to see the trio chase each other round the table. Shaking his head he brought himself to safety on the kitchen counter.

"What a way to start a day…." He mumbled under his breath heaving another sigh at the childish behaviour of his co-pilots. At least one of them had an excuse…