"Good Morning, Afternoon, Evening and Good Night! Hope that covers it all... Yeah Sorry about taking so long but hey... this was none of those chapters where I had no idea what I was going to do… But I finally figured it out… Alrighties... I noticed that a lot of my reviews have questions in them and I would love to answer them now… but that would take away form latter on in my story... I promise that all questions will be answered… Just be patient… Please!

Also – I would like to apologize for the delay in updating… I had reached a writers block and decided to put this story on hold before continuing. But I did notice something when I reread it. I did make Duo out to be a jerk, and I'm sorry about that; it wasn't very nice. But I decided that I'm going to change up my writing focus just a little bit. Instead of focusing on the physical aspects and any kind of external conflicts; I'm going to focus on more on their internal conflicts. I'm going to re-write the first couple of chapters because I don't like the way I portrayed Duo. So to all of you Duo fans, I'm sorry and will make a mince. I've been working on some other stories since I haven't been able to figure this one out, but they aren't uploaded yet. Some are about Ranma ½, one is about Inuyasha, and I'm currently working on a Heero/Mina fic (I love those).

Okay, now that I got that off my chest, on with the story…

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤

Chapter 4 –

Quatre watched as the petite blonde in front of him give him a smile and hold out her hand. He took it mechanically and tilted his head forward slightly, like he usually does when he is meeting a new client. Well, she doesn't seem all that bad… I wonder why all of her other tenants left... They parted hands and he watched as the girl, Mina, turned to the apartment door and pushed it open farther. He took in her features before she disappeared into the dark apartment. She is pretty… I'll give her that much. She has the same noble look that Trowa has. The same slightly upturned nose and the small jut of her chin, that make them seem more regal than most. Quatre laughed softly to himself as he stepped towards the doorway. But she'll never be as beautiful as Trowa is… Was! What am I thinking… it's over between us. I have to move on. Quatre shook his head desperately, so as to try and erase the thoughts of his love that kept going through his mind. It was because of that, he didn't noticed Mina re-emerge from the apartment.

"Are you okay? I didn't hit you too hard did I? 'Cause if I did then, I'm really sorry and I can get you some ice or some aspirin or maybe you would like a…"

"I'm fine! Thank you though." Quatre cut in rather too quickly for his own taste. The blonde girl stared at him disbelieving for a minute then shrugged it off with a smile.

"Well, if you need anything let me know, okay? I'm only going to be out for a couple of hours and I should be home by midnight hopefully. There is some food in the fridge and some drinks probably. Feel free to use whatever you want, as long as you follow this one rule…" She stopped to make sure Quatre was paying attention He gave her a short nod indicating that he was. "… There will be no and I repeat NO over night guests without each others prior okay, got it?" Quatre, a little taken back from the unexpected rule, stared at the blond confused. He had expected maybe that he couldn't mess with her stuff or go into her room/side of the apartment. Heck, he even expected her to say that he couldn't date any of her friends, which he probably wouldn't do anyways since they were probably all girls. Quatre smiled slowly and shook his head slowly. "That will be fine. But I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't have any 'overnight' guests anyway."

The blonde beauty smile at him and giggled. "Great! As long as that's settled, then I'll be going off. Go ahead and make yourself at home, my bedroom is the door on the left. You can take the other room that's left. Well, see you later!" And with that she took off down the hall at a quick pace.

He watched her go and out of an old habit yelled after her, "It was nice meeting you Miss Aino!" She waved at him over her shoulder and shouted back a simple "Ditto". Quatre sighed to himself and finally went inside the apartment he had been standing outside of for the past 10 minutes. It took him a minute to find the light switch, but as soon as he did he wished he hadn't. As the light chased away the darkness; it revealed a mess that either a tsunami, a park of wild animals, or most likely both could have caused.

There were books and comics littered everywhere. Clothes were thrown over lamp shades and food, that seemed to be probably a day or two old, was on the stove. No of his training and previous experiences could have prepared him for the sight he saw. He stood for a good minute or two with his eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Quatre Winner was in shock. "You have got to be kidding me" He breathed to no one in particular. As though in a trance he carefully stepped into the room and made his way to the couch. His shock grew as he ended up looked, not at a couch, but at what seemed to be hundreds of stuffed animals. They were fixed on the couch all facing the same way as though they were an audience watching a play. He followed their gaze to see a dusty, old television set that had a dying plant resting on it. Quatre cursed his luck momentarily. He, the perfectionist, would be the one to land an apartment with a roommate who could only be disaster herself. He sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Bringing his head around as he eyes took in the room around him again. Well, I might as well clean up a little bit since there is no way I could live in this place if it stays like this. I would die of anxiety. And with that he got to work.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤¤¤

"So, you met your new roommate?" Lita asked the petite blonde sitting next to her in Rei's car. "Yep! And not only that, but he is really handsome. He has blonde hair, blue eyes and he is very polite." Mina chirped with what looked like tiny lights dancing in her eyes.

" Wow, he sounds like…"

"…An old boyfriend of mine" Rei finished for Lita. Lita glanced over at the fiery beauty in the driver's seat. "How did you know I was going to say that?" Lita asked slightly surprised. "Because you always say that, no matter the guy." Rei huffed rolling her eyes. " That's not true! I don't always say that, do I?" the tall brunette looked over at Mina directing the question towards her. "Yep!" Mina chirped again showing off a flashy grin.

" Do not" Lita muttered quite loudly. "Too" Rei countered as if she was anticipating Lita words, in which she was. Mina rested her back against the seat and listened to her two friends bicker. Times were tough, especially right now since it was after a great war and people were desperately trying to rebuild what was lost, while the government tried to keep the peace they were in intact.

Life hadn't been all glory for them. They had been to may places and seen many horrible sights. Sights that gave, even the strongest men, nightmares. Because of what they had witnessed; they were forced to grow up. Forced to become adults even though at the time they were still children. They were only 15 when the war started and where they should have been chasing after boys and enjoying their hobbies. They were in the helping the government get information it needed to defeat the enemy. Because of that, simple arguments; like the one going on now that consisted of only "Not" and "Too"; were what kept them sane. They didn't miss their childhood, not for a second. If they had stayed a child then they wouldn't be able to see everything for what it really was. They wouldn't have been able to see the truth in situations. A child could not have seen all the gruesome things that they saw and still be able to have a normal conversation or argument afterwards. Rei, Lita, Ami, and she were able to handle what was thrown at them, but there was one who couldn't. Their leader, Serena; or as they knew her by her codename: Princess. She was too kind hearted and to sensitive to do the handle the responsibility thrown at her. After the first two missions, she ran off with her fiancé; offering only apologizes.

Mina thought back on that day. Her friend that seemed more like a sister was crying, begging them to please let her go. They knew she had to. She ha started to show signs of going insane. Out of all of them, she had the worst nightmares; she took it the hardest. Mina couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness for her friend, but underneath she also felt something else: Jealousy. Jealousy because Serena was now able to live a somewhat normal life. Only haunted by what happened in her nightmares; not having to face it in real life anymore. They weren't upset with her. Never. They loved her still and will sometimes talk with her and her husband. They didn't hate her either. They couldn't hate her; she was able to obtain the one thing that they could never get. Freedom. And they admired her for it.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤ ¤¤¤¤

Quatre glanced at the clock. It was eleven thirty at night and she still hadn't gotten home. He wasn't worried or anything, but he was expecting that she would be back before the curfew that this apartment building had set up. He got up from his position on the couch and walked over to the fridge. It took him a good 6 hours almost to clean up the whole entire apartment. He cleaned everything but her room. His morals and upbringing made it so that he could not bring himself to walk inside. When he had to throw a piece of clothing in there, he opened the door just enough for him to put his arm in and toss it into the corner. Getting out the iced tea he had made earlier; he poured it into a now clean cup. When he decided to tackle the kitchen, he realized that there were no clean dishes left and that she had been using paper plates and plastic cups for her meals.

Quatre shook his head slowly and for probably the umpteenth time that day, sighed. He never could understand how people could live in such a nasty place. Sure he did go overboard sometimes because he was a perfectionist but even a normal person who didn't mind a little dirt couldn't have survived in this apartment long if it stayed the way it was. He glanced at the clock again. Only eight minutes had passed. He was hoping she wouldn't stay out to late because he needed to talk. He wanted to set down a rule of his own. Sure she had been living here a lot longer than him and he probably had no right in setting a rule, but he was not going to let her tear this apartment apart again. To him, there was no excuse for it to get so bad in the first place. No excuse. He finished his tea and placed the cup in the sink. Deciding that he could pass the time better reading than he could if he paced; he walked over to the bookshelf. He organized all her books by genre and then by author. It didn't take him to long because she undoubtedly wasn't a book worm. If anything she had more comics than novels. He grabbed a book about the sea and started to read it. He loved the sea. Being brought up on a colony and then deployed to the desert, he never really saw too much of anything. On those rare occasions that he was able to see the ocean he would sit on the coastline and watch the waves. It was very soothing and many of times would forget about everything except the gentle lapping of the sea foam as it tickled his feet.

He awoke with an uncomfortable feeling in his legs. It took him a minute as he registered his whereabouts and realized that he had fallen asleep. Grunting he stretched out his legs and waiting for the needle like pricks to stop. When he could feel his foot again, he got up from the couch slowly and became aware of a blanket as it fell to the floor. When did I grab a blanket? Quatre stared downed at the rust colored blanket and then looked around the apartment. A purse was resting next to the door and the tea was out on the counter. Shaking his head, he walked over to the counter and then placed the tea back into the fridge. She must have come home and covered me up. He smiled a little at the idea of being taken care of. He hadn't been taken are of in a while. Sure, Trowa always tried to make sure that he was comfortable and that he didn't need anything, but it was more because they were lovers than because he needed it. Going back to the couch, Quatre grabbed the blanket then headed to his room. He was definitely going to have to get some sleep. He had to go back and get his things tomorrow and that would mean probably having to face Trowa again. As Quatre snuggled underneath the blanket that his roommate provide for him, he let one last thought run across his mind before he fell asleep again. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.