A/N: YESSSS!!! This is the 1x2x3x5 fic I'd wanted to work on by request of…I can't remember who but when I find out I'll include it in the end note. Yes I write these before I write any fic and or chapter. Like I said: I like to be in the reader's position sometimes.

Now, without further ado, ON TO THE FIC!!!

PROLOGUE

I woke first of them all, rolling over to drape an arm over Trowa's torso. He felt so warm and comfy. Just like my Heero blanket and Wufei pillow. And yes. Trowa was my little teddy bear. All of us lay cuddled in the king sized bed, most of us asleep after a particularly draining mission.

All four of us ex-pilots were in a relationship. Have been for at least six years, minus the one during the war. I had been a new addition to the love square. Yes. A love square. I'm still surprised that this relationship had even gotten this far. First it was Heero and Wufei for two years. Then Trowa appeared out of nowhere. I'd figured it was just a 'Serious Dudes Only' relationship. I mean, come on. Neither hardly smile or laugh all that openly in public. They only do in the presence of familiar people. However, this had changed since I came in.

About that. Yeah, I'm still at a loss as to how I got in, but hey. I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. What do you mean I don't qualify as the serious type? I can be serious when I choose to be. Don't believe me? Screw you. I'm Duo Maxwell. I run and hide, but I never tell a lie. That's me in a nutshell.

But I'll have you know; getting involved in this relationship wasn't like the confess-gape-in-awe-kiss-and-screw-the-others-senseless-'till-you're-exhausted way like everyone seems to think. Oh no. It was more of the distant closeness sort of thing.

I don't understand that either, so you're not alone there.

But I must say, after all of that it turned out quite alright. I mean come on. It isn't everyday someone ends up in the same bed with a trigger-happy Japanese, a justice-crazy Chinese and an expert European masseur. Oh no. This was quite a rare occurrence. I'm not even sure that there are that many foursomes out there that were brought together by undying love and affection of one for the other three of the group. In fact, I think most of them are only in it for the kinky sex. Mind you it isn't that bad. Just a bit…odd. But you'll get used to it. Always and I mean always use the handcuffs. Have you seen the others handcuffed…ahem. Forget about what just heard in your mind. That's my little wet memory.

I'd been drawn to Heero first. But he'd obviously wanted Wufei, who'd also wormed his way into my little fantasy love clubhouse. Sure, I was happy for the two of them. I really was. But somewhere deep down I'd hoped they'd accept me, although my subconscious found a way to crush my hopes and dreams. You'd think it was supposed to keep your hopes up. Nuh-uh. It's affiliation with common sense always ruins the moment.

Trowa and I were never too close, but the amount of trust we had between each other was enough to keep the bond afloat. But if you've noticed, I never tried any of my pranks on him. Come on. Think about it. One would have to think only once about pulling something on him. For some reason he terrified me. If someone said anything belonged to Trowa and it went missing, you could swear on the Maxwell Church that it sure as hell wasn't me who took it. I respect him and fear him too much to do something like that.

What's that you say? He's too gentle to be afraid of?

HA!!

Don't kill me.

I am telling you. Have you seen him totally lose it and just beat someone to death with his bare fists?! No, you say? Well, from then I knew not to piss him off. Call it crazy, but it was something real, real trivial that they (yes, they) did that set him off. Believe me. It was just a couple jokes, comical pokes and prods, that I was sure he'd let slide. Oh no. How wrong I was. When he was done, he'd maimed the other four and turned in my direction. He was quite far from being satisfied. Seriously. Imagine some guy with this one long assed bang over half his face and that one free eye just sits there, staring you down with that almost Yuy-like Death Glare. Wouldn't that serve as a time to haul ass?

Well it did for me. Luckily that knife he threw at me in blind rage only grazed the middle of my back. Thank God he didn't have Catherine's on the mark target skills. I'd probably be rotting somewhere in a grave on earth or something right now. After that, he didn't remember that last bit. I never even bothered to tell anyone the whole truth about how the inch-deep slice got there. Well I did but I'd said someone threw a knife at me and it caught me there. Trowa was clueless, thank goodness. But like I said. Since then, I'd been skirting around the guy. Don't tell me that's stupid. I came from hostile self-upbringing grounds. I know potential danger when I see it. Then the others began to take notice and brought it up.

That's when things got rather hairy. Maybe you should listen from the beginning.

It all started like six and a half years ago…

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A/N: I'm sorry that it's so short, but I hope this would be as almost popular as Compromised Vitality. And this one does have a plot to go along with it. The plot that my mind supplied me with did not include this but I figured that it would be a nice intro to what I'd like to write. And yes. I did swear that I wouldn't post anything new 'till after Shini's Cross but I couldn't help it. It stuck itself there late last night and early this morning. I just had to get it out in the open.

Believe it or not, no one I know personally has ever read any of my fics. Besides my air headed cousin Nikki who say that they suck.

Anyway,
I figured that I should start with Duo's point of view because since he's so lively and outgoing, (as is me) it would be easier for me to write. Ideas come faster that way. But I'm not sure that I'd be able to write the whole thing like that. It depends on what you want and what I'm feeling. If you want a Duo-fied fic let me know. I'll find a way to fit everyone else in if I can. Probably alternate between Duo's and my points of views. And no. I won't add in any conversations between me and the character like CV. And yes Chase. I will adhere to your preferences.

I think it was either Namcleod or Nebelkind who requested this fic. Or was it Pikeboo? I'm not sure. But whoever it was, I hope this would satisfy every 1x2x3x5 junky's crave. Withdrawal symptoms gladly accepted and will be used as fuel for the factory.

'Till next time.

-Kenny.