Hi-Hi peoples, I'm on a review-music high, so my fingers are forcing me to write another chapter, now I see what other authors mean by the live off of reviews, So thanks to BigSister2 and Chocolate-Covered-Coffee Beans (those are really good by the way, great for 2nd period math class!), your reviews have inspired me to get off my lazy butt and write something. (You see my fascination with run-on sentences? My English teacher would faint…no…word choice…hmm…ah! My English teacher would take to the falling sickness, as Caesar himself had in Shakespeare's play.) I should take this time to say… the play belongs to William Shakespeare, and Gundam Wing belongs to its many animators, directors, writer(s), and media companies. OK, on with the show…

I stumbled onto an old garage on the outskirts of the suburbs, well, stumbled over one of the employee's feet. I looked down at the man laying there, hands behind his head and ankles crossed, half of his body shaded by the awning above the door.

He looked up at me and grinned, and started into advertising. "We can fix anything mechanical, cars, lawnmowers, that blasted toaster that gets jammed and burns your bread."

By then I was already distracted by thoughts of how to earn money, and the man looked at me more closely. "We also have a job opening; it's just paperwork and tidying up, unless you can fix 'mechanical' devices." He got to his feet and stuck out his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Duo."

I blinked at him, "How did y…" Then the impossible happened, Duo's grin got bigger, "Gods are supposed to know all aren't they?" I blinked at him again, trying to decide if he wasn't too crazy to work for.

"Don't think on it too much, anyways you interested in the job or not? If you are I'll need to know your name."

My name. Well, that was no longer a problem. I had created a name for myself. I had taken it from the motto of the orphanage, "Trustworthy, Respectful, Orderly, Well-mannered, and Absolute." Take the first letters of the five words, Trowa.

"It's Trowa." He seemed satisfied with just my first name," K' now for a place to stay till' you find your own." Noticing my look, he added, "Don't try to guess how I know, it'll fry your brain cells. C'mon, this way."

We were almost past the corner of the garage when Duo rushed back around me and back towards the door, yanking it open and reporting loudly to the entire shop that he'll be back in a little while. Hearing the stream of curses that flew out from the back, Duo quickly pushed the door shut, grinning madly. He looked at me. "Don' t mind him, he's just angry that the idiots at the radio stations took all of the good songs off the air, when you talk to him, he'll never miss an opportunity to gripe about it."

I fell back in step behind Duo, wondering silently about the place he was leading me to.

It's me again, just thought I would mention, as you already know what the Gundam pilots and anyone from the series looks like, I won't describe their appearance. Any of my original characters will have descriptions. (This probably will be seen as laziness, but I find that badly tied in descriptions are boring and repetitive.) And yes, the chapters are short, but I can type shorter ones and get them posted more quickly than longer ones. That's just how I work. "What's up? Sweetcakes? Who's hip? Anyways." Yeah, now you know what song I'm listening to. (Ask DNA by Yoko Kanno, if you didn't know.)