I open Heero's closet and began my search. Judging by the size of the kid, this would not be easy. He was just so damn small! I look through multiple outfits and decide to grab a pair of pajamas that I remember Heero buying about a year ago, man this guy keeps everything! Well maybe they will be smaller now, they look small enough. The pants tied in the front so at least I can tie it around him if by chance it's too big. Walking to the door I felt something wasn't right, I walk further on to realize that it wasn't just a feeling. The kid was gone! I look to the couch only to find that all he left was an imprint of his small form.

"Now where the hell...!" I look around finding nothing overturned or disturbed. The kid was good, I had to admit. He managed to get up in his condition, in a house that he's never seen, and stay calm enough to not make a sound. Most people would be scared senseless right now.

Knowing this was only an apartment so he couldn't have gone far, I let my eyes scan the room. I stayed completely silent now, hoping he hadn't heard me and had gotten spooked, also hoping he didn't run out the door. Damn this kid must be a pro at hide and seek! I get the feeling again and duck as fast as I could. I look back up to find a rather large knife sticking out of the wall where my head would have been. Realizing now where he was I moved quickly and hurdle the counter separating the living room and the kitchen. To my surprise I didn't land on the kid, but to my misfortune I land right next to him, giving him a full opening to get away. I quickly turn and barely catch him, but I manage to get a hold of his foot. He slams into the ground on his back and frantically starts to try and free his foot by kicking at me with the other. I grab said foot and slam it down as well, hoping I didn't hurt him and only succeed in scaring him more..

This did not please him at all. He sat up and he started hitting me as hard as he could on the back of my head. Luckily he wasn't strong enough to do any real damage, but he did manage to succeed in completely pissing me off. My grip went from his ankles to his wrists as I quickly straddle his hips. I pushed him down on his back and finally restrained him as he struggled to get away. I forced myself to heave in a deep breath to fill my aching lungs. I breathed heavily as I looked down at him. All I could think was 'This kid ain't normal!.' Finally I catch my breath and grin down at him.

"You know, it's rude to throw knives and kick at the person who picked you out of the garbage." I chuckle until he glares up at me, I am completely taken off my guard when he looks at me. Even though it isn't the glare that got me, he gave this cute child-like glare that couldn't scare a mouse, kind of like a semi-glare. No it isn't that, it's his eyes! They're beautiful! They are the most gorgeous shade of blue I've ever seen. Let's just say that if found anything this gorgeous while I was living on the street, I would have stolen them in a heartbeat. Then I would have lock them up so no one could ever see them but me, but I digress. The kid tried to free himself in the time I was admiring his eyes, but I roughly push him back down. I give him a stern look as our eyes lock with each others, he looks back with and intense look of fear and anger..

"Listen kid, I have no intention of hurting you, unless you give me good reason. Now throwing knives at my head, gives me a pretty damn good reason don't you think?" I confuse myself as to why I keep calling him kid, when he was probably my age. All he did just stare back at me in response. "Ok, you are welcome to stay here if you would like, I'm not one to pitch someone out like garbage, but you've got three strikes, this is a warning." He looked at me in complete confusion. "Now, are you gonna respect me enough to not throw knives or any other objects at me?" He hesitates and then reluctantly nods his head. I slowly climb off of him and sit down on the floor, exhausted. I prepare myself for another fight as he sits up, but then sigh in relief as I see that's all he did. We sat there awkwardly for a moment then I decide to break the silence.

"What's your name kid?" Apparently in whatever language he speaks, that means something insulting or awkward, because after I said it he turned his head away quickly. I laugh nervously. "Kid it is then...are you hungry kid?" That had the opposite affect. He turned his head so fast I thought he would break his neck. "I'll take that as a yes...I can cook a little, but don't expect much." I look down and notice that I completely forgot to give him the clothes. I stand up and scan the room again. Finding them on the floor under the knife I dodged. I walk over and pick up the clothes, glancing back at the kid every now and then. After I grab them I walk over and hand them to him. "Here put these on, you have to be cold." He looks at me nervously, but takes the clothes and slips the shirt on, I knew it would be too big. He stands up and he starts to pull what was left of his shorts down, but he quickly pulls them back up and gives me that cute semi-glare. I sigh and turn around, playing along. "Sorry, excuse me for being alive."

After I give him enough time to finish I turn around. The site I see makes me chuckle quietly to myself. I can't help but laugh as he fought with the strings of the pants, which were in fact still too big. I assume now that he doesn't know how to tie them. I walk over slowly so as not to scare him and I grab his chin to make him look at me. He jumps but quickly calms himseld. "Need help?" He nods slowly. I'm a little shocked that all he did was nod, from his previous actions I thought he would at least hesitate, but the kid had become surprisingly submissive. Maybe my restraining of him earlier made me like an alpha male to him. I don't know but I prefer this attitude to the earlier one. I tie the pants tight enough so that they hold onto his body snugly.

I sigh and head over to the stove. I put a boiling pot of was on the burner and I sigh again, what to cook? Sally called and said that she would bring food when she comes over tomorrow, so all I have now is Ramen. So he'll have to eat that. "You opposed to ramen?" I look at him and he shakes his head. I grin. "Well that's good!" I throw some in the boiling water and wait. I turn around to him and wonder what to do. I could try to get him to talk, but that hasn't been working very well so far, so scratch that. If he can talk, he'll do it when he wants to. He sits down on the floor and looks up at me, at this point I realize how truly adorable he is, and that cuteness just makes him sexy. I stare back at him but then start to look him over. Without all the bruises and scratches, I'd say he's drop dead gorgeous, but I can't get away from those eyes. As much as I want to look at his body, as long as he's looking at me, I can't be drawn away from those beautiful blue orbs.

The noodles start to boil over and become enough to catch my attention. I quickly turn around and turn the heat off. I sigh, glad that the water had stopped, now all I have to do is find a bowl...easier said than done. Apparently, when I'm bored, I like to eat as well, because there's a pile of dishes threatening the avalanche out of the sink. I decide to quickly clean two bowls for the time being, and get the rest tomorrow. The kid needs to eat before he fades away, he has no time to wait for me to clean all those, I'll do it tomorrow. Before Sally and The Princess come over of course.

I pour some ramen into a bowl for him and turn around. HE'S GONE AGAIN! Calm down Duo, let's look on the bright side, at least he's out of the room with the knives. Then again...he could be in Heero's room...with the...GUNS! Don't ask why he keeps all those guns, I'm calling it some weird fetish. I hear the TV turn on I then look up and sigh in relief. He was sitting on the couch hugging his knees closely to himself and staring at the TV like it was some kind of alien. I find myself chuckling again as I walk over and hand the bowl to him.

"Anything interesting on?" He jumped and looked up at me. I grin and put the bowl into his hands. "Careful it's hot." I slump down on the couch and get into the relaxing position. I grab the remote and start flipping through the channels. "Hope you don't mind if I change the channel. I hate the news." Well this is at least one level higher than talking to myself. With him sitting there if someone walks in I won't look as crazy. When I look over at him I see he has moved over to the other end of the couch and is curling up so tightly that I think that he might be cutting off his circulation.

"Woah kid, you need to calm yourself, I remember telling you that I'm not gonna hurt you," He looks back at me and I'm again lost in those eyes. I blink and bring myself out of the trance and grin at him again, "So relax!" I turn my attention back to the TV and yawn, when suddenly hear the most sweet, angelic sound.

"Quatre..." I look over and tilt my head

"What?" I'm glad I heard it the first time because he then hid his face into is balled up body and refused to repeat himself. I smile and turn back to the TV, "Quatre huh? Well it's better than kid right? Mind if I call you Quat?" Only now did he look up at me and then he slowly shakes his head. "Alright then. Are you tired Quat?" He looks down at the floor and nods slowly. "Well, me too. So what do you say we hit the hay for tonight, there will be some of my...friends coming over tomorrow, or at least I'm told that's what I should call them. Anyway, you can sleep where ever you would like," He just stared up at me and I sigh, "Well the couch is nice." I bring him a blanket and a pillow and lay them down next to him, then I head for my room. "If you need anything please just come and wake me up. Also, do me a favor and don't touch the knives."

I walk into my room and crawl sluggishly into my bed. I'm finding myself very exhausted. How do I get myself into these situations? Oh how I will have fun explaining this to Sally...or even The Princess...but I don't need to explain anything to her. Luckily for me the last thing on my mind before I drift off to sleep was not The Princess, it was a certain pair of blue eyes, that I can't seem to get off my mind.