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Warning: slight language

The Winner Ultimatum

Knowing full well that this was when Heero and Wufei had lunch, both Quatre and Solo made their way into the cafeteria, automatically spotting where the duo were eating.

"Remember, take no action except verbal," Quatre instructed. "The last thing we need is any kind of trouble that will make Father revoke his permission."

"Just confront them and leave them alone, got it," Solo confirmed.

The two blonds had debated on what to do once they came upon Heero. They agreed that there was to be no fights since it might jeopardize their plan to have Duo stay with them. It had been Solo who suggested they wait until tomorrow. It would be Friday then and the chance to really mess up Heero's weekend would be high. First though, they would have to find out if Heero had any plans but that could be found out through other sources. Neither of them wanted to be in Heero's company for too long.

It was Wufei who spotted them first and he greeted them with a carefully schooled expression.

"I take it that both of you will be joining us today, Winners?" he inquired.

Oh how much Solo wanted to wipe that look off that asshole's face. Still, it was not Wufei that they had come for. Instead, he turned towards Heero who was giving them his undivided attention, his demeanor quite smug.

"That's an interesting mark on your shirt," Solo commented to him, his eyes looking pointedly at the footprint that had been smeared due to somebody trying to wipe it off with no success. "Where'd you get it?"

"I stepped on it this morning," Heero readily answered.

"Funny, I had a mark just like that on one of my shirts," Solo stated wryly. "I didn't step on it though."

"How'd you get it then?" Wufei asked, a little miffed at being ignored.

"Duo Maxwell high-kicked me when I got too nosy and floored me," Solo answered pointedly. "To tell you the truth, the print he left on my shirt looked just like yours except it didn't look like somebody tried to get rid of it."

"Maxwell assaulted you?" Wufei inquired. "Why am I not surprised that he would do something like that?"

"Watch your mouth, Chang," Quatre growled, catching both the Asians off guard.

Frowning, Heero spoke up, his attention refocusing on Solo. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Smirking, Solo replied, "I know that it was you who beat Duo up and left him in the restroom. That mark, along with that bruise, told me everything."

"You really think somebody like Duo Maxwell could do this to me?" Heero sneered, pointing at his bruise.

"Yeah, I do," Solo said. "The guy is not defenseless. He took me down and I'm, like, two feet taller than him."

"Pathetic," Heero taunted. "I slipped on a wet floor. Duo Maxwell couldn't land a blow on me even if I was tied down and blindfolded."

"You're lying," Quatre stated.

"What makes you think that?"

"I've seen a lot of bruises in my time," Quatre replied. "Don't think because I've lived a sheltered life, I don't know didly squat. If you slipped on a wet floor, how did that bruise get on your cheek? Floors, no matter how hard they are, can't make a bruise like that unless you hit something as you fell."

"That's exactly what happened," Heero declared a bit too quickly.

"Really? The floor is only wet when a janitor mops it, and that happens when school is over, or somebody spills something. Students aren't allowed to take food or drinks down the halls or to the classrooms. Nobody threw up today, to my knowledge. The nurse would have heard of it and she hadn't." Quatre was giving Heero a predatory look as he listed all his points.

Right now, Heero was sweating a bit. He couldn't let it be known that Duo Maxwell of all people had not only hit him but had actually left a bruise. Wufei was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The Chinese had been the only one to have known the truth since he couldn't be lied to by anybody and it looked like he was waiting to see how he was going to get out of this.

Already, the surrounding students who had been listening were whispering and gossiping about it, waiting for the drama before them to continue and reach its climax.

"You may have fooled everybody else," Quatre spoke when Heero didn't say anything, "but you haven't fooled us. Just know this: if you ever lay another finger on Duo, you will regret it."

"And don't think you're going to be getting away with this either," Solo continued. "Your dues will come in due time."

"Are you threatening me?" Heero growled menacingly.

"I don't make threats," Solo stated, his green eyes boring into Heero. "I make promises."

Before anything else could happen, somebody decided to intervene.

And no, it wasn't an authority figure.

"You leave Heero alone!" demanded one Relena Peacecraft as she inserted herself bodily between the blonds and Asians. "How dare you even think about accusing Heero of doing such despicable acts! He would never stoop so low as to beat up that pathetic loser!"

Holding his hands up in the universal sign of giving up, Solo simply said, "We're through here anyway. Just remember, you two," he continued, eyeing the two Asians, "we'll be keeping an eye on you. Let's go Q."

Relena glared after the two blonds as they left the scene before turning her attention to Heero. "I hope they didn't offend you too badly Heero," she gushed. "It was rude and despicable what they were saying about you!"

Rolling his eyes, Heero had to suffer himself to yet another bout of listening to his personal stalker as Wufei smirked at him.

After getting away from the pink stalker, it was Wufei who stated, "It seems we have a new enemy."

Heero raised an eyebrow. "What gave you that first clue?"

"I hadn't wanted this to pass but it looks like we'll have to give up on both the new kid and Winner," Wufei continued.

"So what do we do?" Heero asked.

"Nothing as of yet," Wufei answered. "They could have done something today but they haven't. They're just all talk. What we should do is try to repair what damage they've done to your reputation. This'll all blow over in time."

"They better watch their backs," Heero stated, cracking his knuckles. "The moment I get them in a dark alley alone, they're gonna wish they were never born."

The moment school ended, Solo had Quatre and him go back to the mansion. He told the smaller blond to pick out a room for Duo to stay in and get it ready while he retrieved the braided one himself. Grabbing a couple suitcases that he had brought with him, he threw them into his car and took off.

It was times like these where he was glad that he had a driver's license.

He knew where he needed to go. He had been taken there earlier that morning and kept a lookout for certain landmarks that told him he was getting close. Spotting the apartment complex easily, he pulled into the small parking lot and parked. Taking the two suitcases with him, he strolled up the stairs and to Duo's apartment, setting the empty luggage down as he knocked on the door.

A few minutes later, sure enough, he heard the door being unlocked and opened. Duo's face was still a bit puffy, despite the swelling going down, but that was because it was obvious that he had been crying since his eyes had that red tinge to it. Those eyes soon widened as Solo swept him up into a bear hug and squeezed him with all his might.

"Solo?!" Duo practically screeched. "What the hell?! What are you doing here?!"

Not answering but grinning cheekily, Solo set him aside and reached back out the door to bring in the empty suitcases. Duo's eyes widened comically.

"You're not moving in here, are you?" he squeaked.

Chuckling, Solo shook his head as he headed straight to Duo's bedroom, throwing the suitcases down on the bed and moving towards the closet. Making sure that the front door was shut, Duo followed after the blond, coming onto the scene of Solo throwing his clothes into one of the suitcases, not bothering to fold any of them.

"What the—what the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled, demanding an explanation.

"Packing your stuff up," Solo stated simply, as if it was obvious.

"But, why are you doing it?" Duo questioned, moving to try and undo all Solo's work thus far.

However, Solo moved to intercept him, still grinning cheekily at him. "You think too much," he chided as he slowly led Duo out of his room and promptly closed the door, locking it behind him. It took Duo a couple of seconds' worth of eye blinking to figure out just what had happened.

"You son of a bitch!" he roared. "Unlock this damn door now! I'm gonna beat the living shit out of you, you oversized coat rack!"

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" came Solo's muffled reply.

Growling, Duo remained planted where he stood, glaring at the wooden barrier that dared to put itself between him and the blond dead man on the other side. His mind was already coming up with so many different ways and methods to make the blond menace pay for this, all of which included pain, extreme torture, blood, suffering, and did he mention extreme torture? Yes, those screams of pain and cries for mercy would be music to his ears, crimes against humanity and international war tribunals be damned!

Unfortunately, he was too deep in his fantasies to realize that the door in front of him unlock and open, revealing a very amused Solo on the other side. Smirking, Solo wrapped both his arms around the braided one and picked him up, heading straight to the bathroom to pick up any and all toiletries Duo might need. Coming to a few seconds later and figuring out what had happened, Duo began to squirm and kick, cursing the blond out and making threats on his life.

Ah, he could already hear the blissful bells of matrimony…

Upon entering the bathroom, Solo released his captive and began collecting only the necessities: toothbrush, deodorant, any medication Duo might be taking (i.e. Tylenol for those nasty headaches), and last, but not least, a hairbrush. Hey, he knew what it was like to have long hair and a guy/gal's best friend was their hairbrush. He had to debate whether to smell it but ultimately decided against since he had a livid audience in attendance.

Resisting the urge to stamp his foot on the floor childishly, Duo demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"

Not bothering to answer, Solo turned his back on him and left, heading back to the bedroom. Duo fumed, muttering curses under his breath that would make a sailor blush, he marched after the blond but soon had to back up as the blond came back his way, both suitcases now filled to the brim with his clothing and other such things.

"You really don't have much, do ya?" Solo commented, carrying the luggage with ease.

"Oh, pardon me for breathing," Duo retorted.

Raising an eyebrow at Duo, Solo refrained from commenting as he took the luggage out to his car while Duo stayed put in his apartment. A couple minutes later, Solo came back up and put his hands on his hips, looking straight at the braided one.

"Now, are you coming willingly or do we have to do this the hard way?" Solo asked, tilting his head to a side.

Still fuming, Duo refused to answer as he glared at him.

A wicked grin began to form on Solo's face. "I guess we're doing this the hard way, huh?"

"Home sweet home!" Solo chirped as he pulled up to the Winner Mansion.

"Depends on your perspective," Duo shot back, not at all happy about the turn of events.

Solo only chuckled at Duo's retort, not bothering to say anything about it. All that mattered was that things had gone his way. Honestly, he was feeling like a kid whose parent bought him a toy at the toy store. Shutting down his car, he got out and took Duo's luggage out. Duo, however, remained where he sat in the passenger's seat, refusing to budge.

Raising an eyebrow, Solo inquired, "Are you gonna get out or do we have to do it the hard way again? Please say you're gonna stay; I really want to carry you again."

Not willing to let the blond get his perverse brand of pleasure from this, the braided one grumbled as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out, Solo's disappointment obvious on his face.

"Aw man!" he whined. "Spoilsport!"

"Yep, that's me alright," Duo mumbled to himself and followed after the blond who led the way into the mansion.

It wasn't long until he found himself assaulted by another blond Winner, this one being Quatre who enveloped him in a bear hug.

"I'm so glad you decided to come!" Quatre greeted as he squeezed Duo tighter.

"I wouldn't say I was the one who decided," Duo replied, aiming a glare at Solo.

"Hey, you're here and that's what counts," Solo defended. Looking at Quatre, he asked, "So where we keeping him?"

Nodding, Quatre gestured for them to follow, Solo starting right after the blond, lugging the suitcases with him, as Duo crossed his arms, grumbling as he followed after the two blonds.

The room Quatre had picked out for him was at least half the size of his apartment if not as big as it. It had everything that a guestroom required: king-sized bed, big-ass T.V., enormous dresser and bookshelves, walk-in closet, big-ass T.V., private bathroom, a couple comfy chairs, big-ass T.V., drape-like curtains, plush carpet, and did he mention the big-ass T.V.?

Dumping Duo's luggage on the carpeted floor, Solo slugged an arm around his shoulders and grinned. "How do ya like your new home, Short Stuff?"

Glaring at the taller blond, he retorted, "It's very nice, thank you very much, Tree Trunk. Now, if you'll remove your arm before I break it off…"

Ruffling his hair, Solo chuckled as he playfully shoved the braided one away. "You're just a regular firecracker, aren't ya?" he teased as he left Duo alone with Quatre.

Sighing, Duo turned his attention to Quatre. "So, what time do I need to get up tomorrow?"

Quatre looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"

Giving a long-suffering sigh, he elaborated, "School, Q. What time do I need to get up for school?"

"I wouldn't worry about that," Quatre answered cryptically.

"And why wouldn't I?" Duo shot back.

"Because you're not going tomorrow," Quatre replied. "You've had a long, rough day today and Father agreed to let you stay home tomorrow."

"While I'm not upset by this…" Duo paused, a thought occurring to him. "What the hell am I doing? Have fun tomorrow Q."

Shaking his head in amusement, Quatre left Duo to his own devises, closing the door behind him.

He let an unusual predatory expression cross his face. Oh, he would have fun tomorrow.

Of course, it was the question of whether Heero would…