Hello I'm back again - I figure I'll just keep writing until my brain dries up. I don't know if this is any good, but I tried so please review and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters in any way.

This story is rated pg-13 for suggestive language and contains yaoi (male/male pairings) so if you do not like that, then please leave. The Main pairing are 3x4, 1x2, 3xOC, and maybe some 5x4 on the side, not sure yet. Anyway please enjoy.

Thoughts are in /…/


Wufei's POV

/I know something. I know something I probably shouldn't know, yet that doesn't change the fact that I know. I found this 'something' out by accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fortunate me. By now you're probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about. I apologize that it sounds like I'm rambling, but I really don't know what to do. I guess I should just start at the beginning. /

-2 Weeks Ago-

Wufei was walking down the street after a brief lunch at the corner café. He decided to walk to the café instead of riding his motorcycle in order to stretch out his legs. However, on his way out, someone nearby caught his attention. He examined the person and realized it was his comrade Trowa.

Wufei was going to call out his friend's name, but realized that Trowa had his arm around someone's waist. The first thought that came across his mind was Quatre would be the one whom Trowa had his arm wrapped around, considering they were a couple. But on closer inspection he realized the person Trowa was with, wasn't a male, but a female. The next person that came to Wufei's mind was Trowa's sister Catherine. But Wufei soon denounced that idea because Catherine had red hair and this unknown person had black hair. The next event that took place was perhaps the most shocking. Trowa started kissing the girl. And this was no little smooch on the cheek or peck on the lips, but an actual full blown French kiss. Now Wufei had no objection to public affection, but he definitely would not do that in public. After they broke apart Trowa said something and the girl laughed. She slipped her hand in his and they walked off together.

Wufei went back to work shortly after watching the scene, but he couldn't focus. Even though he wasn't positive Quatre and Trowa were still together. He was pretty sure considering he had just talked to Quatre last week and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

When Wufei got home he flopped down on his couch and kicked off his shoes. He lied back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.

"I don't know what the hell I saw, but I'm definitely getting to the bottom of it." Those were the last words Wufei spoke before sleep overcame him.


/So that happened about two weeks ago. And it kept bothering me until it consumed me. I had to know what was up and so I finally concocted a plan to interrogate Quatre about his relationship with Trowa. I attempted to execute my plan a week later. /


"Mr. Winner, there is a Mr. Chang Wufei here to speak to you on behalf of the financial department from the Preventers organization. Should I let him through?"

"Yes Mary. Thank You."

A minute later Wufei walked into Quatre's office with his tan, crisp, clean, uniform on and his black, glossy, hair pulled back in his usual tight, pony tail.

Quatre looked up from his desk full of paperwork and smiled. "Wufei its so good to see you. Though I have to say I was rather surprised that you decided to come on behalf of the Preventers financial department instead of Mr. Duncan."

Wufei bowed his head in greeting and sat in the chair in front of Quatre's desk. "Yeah well what can I say, I can never pass up the opportunity to see my friend can I?"

That comment made Quatre smile even wider. "Thanks Wufei, its always a pleasure to see you too. So what's new?"

"Well on behalf of the Preventer Agency, I want to thank you for your financial contributions and support."

"Of course Wufei. Anything to help support the people that want to uphold peace." Quatre handed over a check he pulled out of one of the stacks of papers on his desk.

Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Work much?"

"Don't tease me Wufei, or you'll start to sound like Trowa."

Wufei leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs. "So how is Trowa doing?"

"Trowa? Ah, he's fine. You know he wanted to find a new job right?" Wufei nodded. "Yeah, well I knew someone that was looking for a producer for an upcoming movie so I introduced him to Trowa. So now Trowa is supposed to produce an upcoming horror flick."

"Wow, a soldier to a producer. What's the world coming to?"

Quatre laughed. "Yeah well its something he thinks he will be good at and enjoy doing. So I'll support him 100 percent."

"As will I." Wufei stood up. "I must be going now, but I do wish to meet with you again soon."

"Yes, indeed Wufei. Just tell me when you can and I'll clear my schedule."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? How about you pick the day?"

"…hm, alright…How about….Friday around noon. We can have lunch together."

"That sounds wonderful. I look forward to it." With that Wufei bowed and left.


-Later that night-

/Yeah as you can see that was pointless. It sounded like they were still together by the fondness in Quatre's voice, but he always talks about everyone like that. But then again if they weren't still together he would have shown some signs of depression, remorse, or disappointment. UNLESS Quatre is actually the one who dumped Trowa. But that wouldn't make sense because then why would Quatre help Trowa get a job. But then that goes back to the fact that Quatre is like that. BUT it could also be that they have broken up and just don't want the press to know about it. But then why would have Trowa been out in public with that girl if they were trying to keep the breakup quiet….As you can see I am still right where I started. Are they still together? And who was that chick Trowa was with? I may not know the answers yet, but I am determined to find out. /


Well that's the end of chapter 1. I'll try to update as soon as possible so try to be patient. Don't forget to review. I like to know what your comments are. Later.