Disclaimer: I am not DM and would never be. I am not 02 and would never be... WHEN I'M RICH, IM BUYING DUO MAXWELL FROM BANDAI! and he would be Mine...MINE!!!

Premier Chapter…


" It feels like it's been a thousand years since I have been able to stand in the rain and cry, just like I used to, when I was still a kid on the streets of L2. It was a cowardly habit of mine back then, something Solo found rather feminine. But it was the safest way for me to let my feelings out…adfhhhi……….."

"Shit."

How hard can it be to write your mother fucking thoughts?

My hands went to my hair, and I started fingering a couple of strands that had loosened from the messy excuse of a ponytail I made two hours earlier…This was some shit! Here I am, Ex-Soldier, Business Man and Rock star extraordinaire, wanna-be author and what not and I couldn't even write my thoughts on the fucking lap top! You would think after all the things I have done in my twenty five years of fucking existence, I would have enough to fill a thousand page fucking notebook!

A sigh escaped my lips and I slumped against my 2004 Tylosand sofa that cost me a god damned arm and a leg, considering it's such an antique. I loved the way it was so thick, fuzzy and warm and you could just get lost in it. Not to mention it's a great thing to have sex on…

Thinking of sex, I remembered that I had to pick my fiancé up at the airport.

Bah! Too lazy!

"I could just send a chauffeur to go get him."

I really didn't want to have to deal with his bitching and whining about the ships air pressure and lord knows what not. What was I doing getting married to a freaking drama queen? You tell me. He's fucking hot, that's why. One look at him and I want him on his knees moaning. Yet, a bit effeminate…I must admit.

Chuckling, I remembered what 'tough manly men' did to me…like a certain Wufei Chang, too confused to know whether he was gay, bi or asexual, who finally went with that Sally chick doctor after dumping my ass in the cold…lets not forget Mister Macho Man Murph Wagner, who found it okay to beat and cheat the shit out of me because I was making more money than he was (He was my rebound man after the Wufei Fiasco)! And we could just top the list by including the King of Heart Breakers, Heero pisscuntdamnfucking Yuy, who ran out on me as soon as the war was over and went on to marry pretty pristine Relena Pieceofcrap.

I am so fucking glad that all the drugs J pumped in his system made him sterile. I don't even want to think of how fucked up his offspring would have been. And that bitch Relena doesn't deserve shit.

You may think that I am being unreasonably childish and petty. Why, I should be happy I didn't end up with the fucker! Do you have any idea how miserable I would have been?

He used me so badly, and I just let him…But oh well, fuck that.

Another sigh escaped my lips and I just sorta leaned back against the couch's arm rest and looked at the ceiling fan.I was stationed in my living room since 0900 hours that morning, hell bent on finishing at least 200 pages of my autobiography by tomorrow morning… but I only got about 75 done.

Because I couldn't concentrate.

Today was a very special day, you see…today would have been my daughters' sixth birthday: Reah and Leah…Andrea and Soleil Maxwell: Gone at the age of four, killed by their raving lunatic of a mother… I married the bitch because I got her knocked up, and I would be damned if my children lacked any thing.

They were the most precious children…didn't even cry at night, always had a smile on their faces…

But it seems that God always took away all the people I loved. And I am just left here, to pick up the pieces.

I didn't even cry at the funeral.I hadn't cried since Yuy left me but I guess I just died emotionally when my girls did. The only reason why I am marrying Richard Lords was because I needed a decoy, since some fucked reporter last year leaked the info that I had been one of the Five Gundam Pilots, the one every one had been looking for, considering the fact that the others all got found out at Heero's royal wedding.

And to top it, meanwhile, I had been too busy selling billions of record across the fucking universe to take care of such things like my deep dark secret!

Oooh! As If I cared if any one found out!

Well to cut a long story short, people where shocked, I was hounded by the pressed and fans and some groups decided to get revenge for all the people I killed during the war.

Why the fuck couldn't they target the other ones? Winner is the head of one of the biggest corporation mankind has ever created, Yuy is married to the fucking Queen of the Sanq Kingdom, Barton, or Bloom or whatever his name is now a day never leaves Quatre's side and Chang Wufei is only one of the most acclaimed neurosurgeon in the world!

Why did they have to pick me: The poor musician trying to make some bucks to feed his friends on the streets? My main suspicion is that they are jealous. Or they want to fuck my ass raw. Either way, my P.Rs and I decided that I needed someone else that the terrorist could target, so we could finally find out who the flying fuck they were!

At least I didn't loose any fans. Or I would have been broke. Or back on the streets, where every one would try to have a go at my ass because I'm Mister Big Shot Zero Two Oh-My God he piloted a fucking machine, oh, please let me suck his co---

"DUO! How could you leave me waiting at the airport like that?"

Ah, here so fast?

A young man came through the main hall that leads to my spacious living room.

I am sure he had no problem getting past the 30 security guards I had stationed in the building. No one could survive a tongue lashing from this harpy… I reached for the elastic that held my hair and pulled it off, feeling a rain of white hair falling around me. I recently bleached them, to evade some annoying stalkers, but really, they weren't a lot of tall Americans with ankle length hair walking around, were there?

I was wearing nothing but an old pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top that was cropped above my belly button, showing an expanse of death-pale skin and a tattoo. I shock my hair and pursed my lips, noticing the way his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes lowered to my stomach. He was gorgeous, a bronze black haired and golden eyed exotic male model I had met on an island back on Earth, but I knew he found me breathtaking.

And so did many people, but, hey, what can I say? I have been raped enough time during my youth to realize that my looks were a bit above average, and I seem to have improved with age. When the war ended, we were no longer given the hormones that hindered our growth and I shot up to 5'8 after only 6 months. That's a lot, you see: I was only 4' tall during the war. I also blossomed I guess: my lips got a bit juicier, my cheekbones caved in, and my eyes color got brighter, my hair grew longer…blah, blah, well let's just say I have changed a lot. And my face has graced enough magazines and billboards for me to realize that I am not bad looking at all. Right now, Richard looks hungry enough to eat me up and I am willing to use that against him.

"Hello, my dear. You're early." I set my lap top on a coffee table at my right and stretched my body like a fat cat, feeling a couple of vertebrae pop and crackle like old bones. He was still standing in the doorway, a semi-stunned look on his face.

Oh yeah, I had the Maxwell Charm on and I was not holding back.

"I thought your plane was at 1600 hours." I slung my legs on the floor and stood uncertainly, staring at my black painted toenails.

Look coy, bashful, he would swallow it up.

I then languidly shook my hair left and right and stalked towards him, swinging my hips purposefully. I had a smile on my face and I was in the mood for some fun. I needed to relax and get rid of that tension that has been riding my veins since daybreak. And I knew what sport I wanted to play at that moment.

He looked at me with catty eyes, his long lashes grazing his cheeks as he looked at me…or rather, my stomach. He licked his lips…

How we ended on the couch, I don't remember. But I knew he devoured my lips like he couldn't get enough. This pleased me a great deal and proved one thing: My little hell kitty was madly in love with me.

I remember the day I met him, a 16 year old dancer whose only dream was to be on every magazine covers there were. He loved fashion, and he wanted the exciting rock and roll life style that I had been living since I became famous. He wanted out of that little town that he had lived in most of his life, sheltered by his upper middle class family. He was beautiful, innocent and eager, and I could offer him every thing he had ever dreamed of.

Richard was a young, naïve boy, and not for once had he caught on that I was using him, and when he did, he seemed not to care. When he found out that I was a G-Pilot, I saw terror in his eyes whenever I got slightly pissed or angry, and he flinched whenever he saw my P-3AT, the tiny handgun that never left my side. But he still stayed by my side, no matter what.

I don't know what I did to deserve his unrelenting devotion, and sometimes it leads me to question it, like today: I promised to go pick him up at the airport, but I don't like doing lovey dovey stuff with any one unless it's my dog Deathscythe, and going to pick your lover at the freaking airport, to my opinion, qualifies as one of those.

I don't trust him, but I don't care if he cheats on me any ways, just as long as he doesn't walk out on me.

If he does, I will kill him.

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I lit a cigarette and blew a long trail of smoke out of my nose as Richard curled beside me, his baby-soft hair tickling my chin as he wrapped my hair around his golden naked body and tried to catch his breath after the hardcore session we just had.

Poor baby, he's gonna be sore for a couple of day.

I kissed his hair.

I adore the kid, really. He is nineteen years old now, and we have been together since I…lost my kids actually. And if I was twenty five now, it meant that the war has been over for nine years now…

Moments like these I still couldn't believe it was over…well, it was, for most. I still had a bunch of assassins running after my hide while every one else got to relax and did not have a single worry.

It has been nine years since I have seen my fellow pilots in person. Quatre was too busy for any one but Trowa, and the rest…you know. I had been close to Quatre…Until it came to take sides in the Relena-Heero-Duo love triangle and he agreed more with the pink princess's ideals.

The last thing that crossed my mind as I extinguished my cigarette and nodded off, was a memory of two three month old girls playing in a half filled tub, their dark curls covered with bubbles and their grinning faces shining up to me.