SLF: Wow! I'm back! After a long, extended, and computer deprived vacation I am finally back! (Listens to cricket noise) Gee, I'm glad you all care. Now, I will not bore you with excuses about why I've been gone so long. For the few readers I probably have left of this story here is a new chapter to DLS!

P.S. Some of you may recognize Heero's secret. It's from one of my much older shorts I took down about a year and a half ago.

P.P.S. You can thank my friend for making me get off my arse and write this.

Wufei walked into the kitchen and scowled as he grabbed a soda. He slammed into a chair and slowly touched the knotted braid on the back of his head.

"Damn Maxwell," he growled opening his drink, "Damn braid."

About three days ago, one hungry Duo Maxwell had stumbled upon one Wufei Chang in the middle of the night. One happened to be watching a soap opera and, well, you get the idea.

As he sighed, Wufei took a sip of his drink and was surprised by the sudden movement over his foot. Looking down sharply, he caught a white glimpse of something as it scurried off.

"Damn mouse."

"Hi Wu-man!" Duo cheerfully interrupted skipping into the kitchen. Ever since three days ago he had been in an annoyingly cheerful mood.

"Go to hell," Wufei snarled turning around.

"Now, now, what have I told you about that attitude of yours?" Duo chided, "'Sides, you know I don't believe in that stuff anyway."

"You're a sick man Maxwell," Wufei retorted, "I can't believe you're making me do this."

"Why?" Duo laughed slipping out the door, "You look so good in braids!"

Wufei shot out of his chair and chased after him.

"You're dead Maxwell!"

Quatre heard the yelling from inside his reading room. What are they fighting about now? He thought. Shutting his book he got out of his chair.

"I wouldn't go down there."

"Hm?" Quatre looked up, "Oh, you scared me Trowa."

"Sorry," Trowa replied, "Just coming to tell you that apparently you have mice."

"Oh no!" Quatre sighed, "Just what this house needs; more dirt."

"Should I call the exterminator?" Trowa asked.

"Yes please," Quatre ran a hand through his hair, "That would be for the bests."

"What would be for the best?" Heero interrupted.

"We have mice."

Heero's face went rigid for a moment before contorting back to its normal unreadable expression.

"Really?"

"Unfortunately," Quatre replied, "But hopefully we'll get rid of them by tomorrow."

Heero turned around and walked back to his room without a word.

"What's with him?" Quatre asked blankly.

Trowa shrugged,

"I tend not to ask anymore."

Turning, he left Quatre standing by himself. Exhaling, he sat back down at his desk and continued reading.

Heero sat typing on his laptop at a rapid pace. He was working on his new parts system, but not of what he was doing was actually processing in his brain. The only think he was thinking about, though he tried to put it far from his mind, was mice. He hated mice. The way they scurried, they way their gleaming eyes glared out at you from inside a crack or under a table, even the way their noses moved. To him, there was just something inherently evil about them. He shuddered uncharacteristically. Shutting his laptop, he walked over to his bed and laid down on it. He sat there for a few minutes and just as his eyes were about to close he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

He snapped up in the bed and saw something white and furry run across his room; a mouse.

Trowa walked down the stairs. As he reached the foot, a mass of tangled arms and legs flew past him.

"Don't touch my hair-"

"Maxwell let go of my-"

"Get off of me you cow-"

"Cow! I'll show you cow-"

"Guys?" Trowa cut in, "I need to get through."

Stopping and looking up at him they stepped away from each other and let him into the kitchen.

"Who're you calling?" Duo asked as Trowa picked up the phone.

"My girlfriend," he replied stoically.

"I knew it!" Duo shouted triumphantly.

"He's not serious baka," Wufei rolled his eyes.

"Oh," Duo looked down, "Well then who are you calling?"

"The exterminator."

"WHAT!" Duo exclaimed, "Why?"

"Because we have mice," Trowa explained.

"But," Duo replied through crocodile tears, "but an exterminator will kill the mice."

"That's the point Maxwell!" Wufei interrupted smacking his forehead.

"Mice have feelings too y'know," Duo stuck his tongue out at Wufei.

"No they don't!" Wufei replied angrily.

"Of course they-"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A shout from upstairs stopped the argument.

"What the heck was that?" Duo asked looking upward.

"I don't know," Trowa responded, "But I'll go see."

Leaving the two returning to their squabble, Trowa headed upstairs to the source of the noise. Noting that Quatre's door was still firmly shut he gave a small smile. Quatre put up with so much these days it was a wonder he didn't just throw them all out. Rounding the corner another yell was heard along with a crash. Puzzled, Trowa went over to Heero's door and gave a small knock,

"Heero?" Trowa called through the door, "Are you alright?"

After a moment or two, Heero replied in a strained voice,

"Yes, yes. I'm, I'm…fine."

"Are you sure?" Trowa raised his eyebrow skeptically, "Should I come in?"

"NO!" came Heero's hasty reply, "I'm fine, really just go back down-AHHH!"

Another crash resounded.

"That's it, Heero," Trowa called turning the doorknob, "I'm coming in."

Opening Heero's door, what Trowa saw was something no one would ever have expected. The room was a wreck! Papers and miscellaneous items were strewn all across the floor, and a lamp was shattered on the desk. The most surprising thing of all was Heero. He was holding a shoe in his hand while standing on top on his bed. Seeing Trowa he immediately straightened but did not come down from his bed. Trowa blankly looked at him,

"What are you doing?"

"Um, well," Heero dropped the shoe nervously and looked at the floor, "I was just-THERE IT IS!"

Trowa looked where he was pointing as Heero frantically picked the shoe back up. Catching a flash of white Trowa almost burst out laughing.

"A mouse? That's what you've been screaming about?"

"Maybe," Heero replied his eyes darting around the floor.

"It is isn't it?" Trowa grinned slightly.

Just then the mouse darted over Trowa's foot and his arm shot down to pick it up. Squirming in his grasp, the mouse let out a series of squeaks. Heero flinched as Trowa stepped closer.

"Stop it Trowa," Heero pleaded, "Throw it out the window or something."

"I will," Trowa's smirk grew even bigger, "Right after I tell the guys about this."

"Don't you dare!" Heero growled at Trowa.

"However," Trowa's eyes flashed dangerously, "If you do what I want this may never have happened."

"What?" Heero narrowed his eyes.

The next day, Trowa sat in the living room waiting for the exterminators to arrive. He looked up as he heard a heavy thumping coming down the stairs. He saw Heero throwing daggers with his eyes. He was wearing a hot pink shirt that had 'Barbie' across the front. Trowa smiled as he leaned back in his seat. Ahh, life was good.

SLF: There you have it. Hope you guys liked it. Sorry, I know Trowa was a bit OOC, but everyone has a dark side right? grins evilly Heero has to wear pink all week! snickers I'm a dork I know, but I happen to find that funny. Love ya lots, see you next chappie!