I've had this idea gnawing at my brain for forever, so I just had to get it down! I'm posting it here because I thought that people would enjoy it.

So, enjoy!

Oh, and I cut this into two parts 'cause I think it's too long, the next part will be shortly~!

Hopefully, it's not what you expect, so, please let me know what you think (I could always use critiques), and let's see if you can figure it out, though I think it's rather obvious... XP

P.S. I own none of the characters. *hint hint*

Wufei slouched in his chair with a huff, only half-listening to the meeting going on around him. It just seemed that after the war, things were just too dull for him. He was a warrior, after all, trained to fight and protect with pride and honor.

Now, he had to admit, although grudgingly, that his missed the thrill of war, the pure adrenaline, because really, it had been his meaning to live- for over a year! Back then, he knew that he would have a hard time adjusting to the post-war peace, that is, if he even survived, but this was just mind-numbingly boring!

Casting a glance around the room, he had to say that the other pilots would have to had agreed with him. Only Quatre seemed mildly interested in what Lady Une had to say.

Une herself, seemed to be working on autopilot as she concluded her monologue- thank heavens. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to get the files for next week's assignment."

As soon as Une was out of earshot, Wufei allowed his head to fall forward onto the desk with an uncharacteristic groan, "Great, there's more!" The rest of the pilots exchanged glances across the desk, a bit startled at his behavior. Duo, who was sitting closest to him, reached out a hand.

"Are you okay, buddy?"

Abruptly, Wufei snapped his head up and send a cold look toward his fellow pilots, "Yes, I am perfectly fine, except for the fact that I'm about ready to rip out my hair!"

Duo sighed, stretching his arms across the table and laying his chin on the polished surface, "I know what you mean, one more meeting and I'm going to check myself in to the mental hospital."

"You should already bein one." Heero stated with a grunt, making Quatre laugh and Duo sulk. Trowa raised an amused brow.

"This coming from the 'Perfect Soldier'?"

As the exchange of insults continued, the room was rapidly engulfed in laughter.

But before long, Duo spotted a shadow hovering near the open door and almost immediately, the room fell silent.

With practiced ease, Duo crept soundlessly toward the door, as the rest watched. However, as he reached it, a young girl with long blond hair tied up in two pigtails and wearing an orange sailor dress swung into the room, nearly colliding with him.

He stared down at the three-year-old and she returned his hard stare, eyes wide and unblinking, focused. As he was about to question her, she drew up a finger and pointed directly at him. "Transvestite!"

Shocked, Duo sputtered indignantly, "W-what!?" Suddenly, everyone once more burst into laughter, this time, at his expense. "Guys! It's not funny!"

This caused the girl to blink in surprise and glance around as if just noticing the gathered soldiers, with decisive nod, she opened her mouth to speak with an air of finality.

"Male harem."

The mood was killed instantly as everybody immediately froze in a truly moronic tableau, looking as if they had all just been caught with their pants down; they were all so stone still that if a passerby happened upon the scene, they would think Medusa had just visited.

Then, in unison, the group burst into outraged cries as wild explanations were burbled to justify the attendance of this so-called 'male harem'.

A gunshot once more silenced the distressed men. Heero, smoking gun aimed at the ceiling, stood on top of the table, irritation written all over his face, once all attention was directed at him, he cocked the gun at the girl.

Face expressionless, he asked the one question on everybody's mind. "Who are you?"

The girl, for the most part, stood shocked, looking from the weapon to its wielder in puzzlement. Trowa, Wufei and Quatre sprung up to stop Heero from causing any more damage as Duo continued to sputter.

Trowa stood as a human shield and Quatre bent to pick the girl up as Wufei tried to calm the irate boy down. "Heero, don't be a-"

"…sociopath." Simultaneously, all turned to the girl shaking in Quatre's arms. Trowa passed a look to Quatre, as if to ask 'did she just say that?' Quatre could only stare back with wide eyes.

Meanwhile, Heero was boiling over in agitation, he tightening his hold on the weapon and jumped off the table to stand directly in front of Quatre; repeating his question in an icy voice. "Who are you?"

The girl shrieked and burrowed into Quatre's shirt, making the boy turn in order to shield the sobbing child. "Heero! You're scaring her!"

"How did she get in here? This is a secured building, she may be a spy." Heero replied, eyes and gun trained on the sobbing child.

"Stop being so paranoid, she's just a kid." That was the wrong thing to say and everyone knew it, Quatre realized the mistake of his words as soon as they left his mouth, but by then it was too late.

Heero's eyes darkened, bitter memories of his unorthodox upbringing beginning to surface. His finger tightened over the trigger as his eyes froze over in bitter hatred.

Quatre gasped, "I won't allow you to harm her! At least, not until we know the truth, Heero, you're being completely irrational!"

Than, unexpectedly, the girl squealed in delight, throwing her arms around Quatre's neck, "Big bwother! I found you!"

Yet again, the room fell into shocked silence…

"Big brother!?"

Before more could be said or done, there was a loud shout from outside, "Master Quatre said to protect the girl!" and a stampede of men charged through the door to shelter the girl from the wrath of Heero's weapon.

A moment later, the room was overfilled with angry Arabic men and the gun had been wrestled away from a dazed Heero, who was now buried beneath six men. Duo, having been shoved into a corner of the room along with Wufei and Trowa watched the chaos unfold with wide, stunned eyes. "Whoa… You don't see this everyday. There's hardly enough room to breath!"

"What is with this noise pollution!?" Fourty-six sets of eyes riveted themselves to an irate Lady Une seething by the door. "This is supposed to be a private meeting, Quatre, tell these brutes to leave. Now."

Eyes downcast in embarrassment, Quatre nodded, but as soon as he glanced up to give the order, he caught a shadow flit past behind Lady Une. Surprised, he called out.

"Who's there?"

The Maganacs responded instantaneously, "Stop! Master Quatre has ordered you to reveal yourself!" In mere seconds, all forty men had swarmed out of the tiny room to charge after the retreating figure. Une barely managed to get out of their way before she was trampled.

Duo, in a state of utter disbelief managed to force his slack jaw to work- trying to put the bizarre incident behind them. "Uh…? Alright then… On with the meeting-"

-Only to be interrupted by an earsplitting wail. Drats, he had forgotten about the girl.

Heero sat up slowly, face completely devoid of any emotion as he went to retrieve his gun.

"Big bwother…" The girl in Quatre's arms squirmed, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Quatre sighed, turning to the girl still clutching to his shirt. "It's okay, no one will hurt you… uh, 'big brother' will protect you." Big brother, he had never even entertained the possibility of having a younger sibling, he was always the baby brother, and he had thought that having twenty-nine older sisters was enough. Really, how was thirty children not enough? Bah, his father was a freak…

The feeling of responsibility that now filled him was strange to him, but not entirely unwelcome, if this was his younger sister, he had to protect her, and vaguely he wondered if this was how his elder sisters felt about him too. Iria…

Snapping free of his thoughts, he realized that he was now at the centre of everyone's attention. Duo was the first to speak, "So is she, or isn't she your sister?"

Scrutinizing the group, Quatre discovered that even Trowa and Wufei seemed mildly interested in his answer and Heero had even re-holstered his gun, granted, he still kept a hand on the handle- just in case.

One could almost see the anticipation hanging over the room.