Duo probably should have told the others about the girl and the card. He knew he should have but he didn't. The others where very aware that something was up with him. It took Duo almost a month, full of odd looks and the question 'everything alright?', before he gave in.

Hesitantly he picked up the card, and dialed the number on the back into a burner phone he had picked up. It rang a few times before she answered.

"Ah, Duo. I was wondering. Meet me tomorrow, same place same time."

And then she hung up. Duo slowly lowered the phone gut tight. How did she know it was him? What information did she have? Would she ask for something in return? He would find out tomorrow.

His increased anxiousness could not be hidden from Quatre, no matter how well he hid it from the others.

"Duo." Quatre began slowly. "You have been acting odd lately, and your emotions have indicated some sort of distress. Especially today, you seem very anxious. Duo can you please tell me what is going on?"

Quatre had cornered him in one of the sitting rooms alone (The pilots opted to stay at on of Quatre's mansions for the ability of increased security, and the comfort wasn't so bad either) but Duo didn't doubt that the others where listening in.

"Quatre." Duo copied "Nothing is wrong."

Duo stressed the word wrong to prove the point, hoping Quatre would let it be. Quatre simply looked at him.

"Duo" Quatre sighed

"Quatre" Duo mimicked.

Quatre's eyes narrowed. Duo was a master at childish games that drove the others nuts.

"Duo I am not going to let you derail me. Now, what is going on?"

"Nooooothing." Duo dragged out

"I will stand here, asking you, until I get an an answer."

Duo studied Quatre, the blond was serious. "Well I'm not."

Duo strode over to the door, but trying the handle he found it locked. He turned and glared.

"Really?"

Quatre simply stared back. Duo went over to the windows. All of them were locked and sealed shut. Now he was really pissed. He placed his hands on ether side of a window, leaning, head bowed, taking deep breaths.

"well?" Quatre asked

And something within Duo snapped. He slowly straitened and turned towards Quatre. Eyes met and Quatre startled slightly, then tensed himself. Duo lunged himself at his friend, initiating a fight. The blond was on the defence, the 'shinigami' was out for the kill, Quatre was not.

The rattling of the door told the blond that help was on the way. The door had been well sealed to keep Duo from escaping easily. Quatre had acknowledged that it was a safety problem but at the time didn't think much of it. By the time the others entered the room. Quatre had multiple deep bruises and what felt like an fractured arm and ribs.

Heero reached Duo first, engaging him in a fight, while Wufie stood near by waiting for the opportunity to help bring Duo down. Trowa had gone strait to Quatre, who spat blood on the floor. Duo was pinned down by Heero and Wufie his struggles slowed until he was still beneath his two friends weight. The room was silent, only the heavy breathing from the fighters.

"What the HELL was that Maxwell?" Wufie was the first to recover and speak.

Duo remained silent. Trowa, who had been checking Quatre over, accidentally pressed to hard a a injured rib. Duo stiffened at the sound.

"Duo?" Heero called

Silence

"Duo?" Wufie tried again

Still nothing

"Duo." Quatre softly sighed. Duo's emotions were filled with self loathing and fear.

"You can get off me now." Came the quiet answer.

Wufie and Heero glanced over to Quatre, who nodded. The two slowly moved off of Duo and let go. Duo then stood, slowly, keeping his gaze on the ground, he then walk out the now open door. Heading to his room. No one moved to stop him.

Once he was in his room, the door safely shut behind him, he cried.

'Why? How could I have done that? They will hate me, they won't trust me anymore. I don't trust me. I have lost them.' Duo thought miserably as he slid to the floor, curling in on himself, sobbing.

By the time dinner ended the others hadn't seen Duo. After much discussion, which had only come to a conclusion because Quatre had put his foot down and told exactly what would and would not be happening, Quatre was on his way up the stairs holding a tray heavy with food. Knocking on Duo's door awkwardly, Quatre called out.

"Duo can you please let me in? I have food and the tray is kind of heavy."

The others had piled food on the tray and continued to do so even after Quatre was already climbing the stairs. It was heavy and Quatre could only carry it with one hand as the other was in a splint.

After a pause the door opened, and Duo held it open as Quatre walked in, eyes on the carpet not looking at his guest. Quatre crossed over to a table and placed the tray down with a relieved sigh.

" I'm sorry" Duo's quite admission reached across the room and startled Quatre. Looking over quatre smiled.

"What, for this?" Quatre waved his splinted arm. "Don't worry about it Duo."

Shaking his head Quatres smile turend sad "No, Duo, I'M sorry. I should have known better."

Quatre was going to continue but Duo interupted.

"No. Quat please."

"Ok" Quatre wasn't going to push Duo anymore today. "ok, Duo. Eat, sleap. We will see you tomorrow."

Duo nodded and closed the door behined the blond. He stood looking at the full tray. He made his mind up.

Tomorrow.