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CHAPTER FIVE

Bad
ideas are usually contagious�

It wasn�t that Wufei snored�though
he did�nor was it the strange environment he was in; it wasn�t even the way
that the air conditioner coughed and wheezed and sounded like it was going to explode
every five or so minutes before it settled back into a faint, mechanical whine.
Duo lay on his back in the middle of the queen-sized motel room bed and counted
the dots on the ceiling, trying to keep himself from thinking about what was
really bothering him.

In all honesty, he was used to this
by now. Eventually he moved one hand blindly to the nightstand beside him and
retrieved his phone. The LCD screen cast a blue hue upon his face and chest,
the light gleaming off of a simple golden cross hung about his neck, and Duo
scrolled through the various features the phone had to offer. In the other bed,
Wufei grumbled something incoherent, snorted and rolled over. Duo flipped the
phone shut.

When it seemed like Wufei had
settled back into sleep, the braided boy sat up and stretched his arms above
his head. There was no real point in lying around like he was, except that he
didn�t want to disturb Wufei. The other boy was hard enough to deal with in the
morning without his being sleep deprived to boot. Duo made a mental note to
make certain that there was coffee in the room�s two-cup coffeemaker ready and
waiting before Wufei got up.

Utilizing every precaution against
unwanted noise, Duo slipped from his bed and took his phone with him to the
bathroom. Along the way he paused briefly at the side table where they�d put
the case files the night before and selected one. He shut the door behind him
and latched it before he switched on the lights. Though blind for a moment or
two, Duo once more flipped the phone open and pulled up his world-time
converter. He waited until the spots had cleared from his vision before
choosing the right colony and glanced at their current time. When the
information loaded, he nodded, cleared the screen and pressed his speed dial.

Once the phone began to ring, Duo
plopped down upon the floor and folded his legs in front of him. The phone went
between his ear and shoulder as he opened the case file and started to rifle
once more through information he�d already memorized.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Fou��Hello, Duo,� a tired, though happy,
female voice crooned through the speaker. She yawned a little.

�Did I wake you?� He asked,
carefully pitching his voice so that it wouldn�t echo too much.

�Nah. It�s only
four-in-the-morning,� she chuckled airly.

Duo winced, �Ah, shit. Sorry, I
thought it said �P.M�.�

Despite the hour, Hilde didn�t seem
to mind�but she never did. There was something about that sheer amount of
loyalty from his oldest, dearest friend which made Duo�s heart warm and his
fears ebb a little. �I�m sure you did,� the girl growled and followed it with a
chuckle that belied her anger. A masculine voice behind her grumbled something,
to which she responded, �Duo. You met him. My last birthday? With the braid.�

�Is that Fredriko?� Duo asked,
unable to help himself. A fair amount of giggling and the rustle of covers
followed his question; the voices were too distant for him to understand the
conversation. He felt his cheeks warm a little and rolled his eyes, turning the
page of the file he was reading. A picture of the stains on that carpet was
presented to him in slightly enhanced black and white contrast. They�d
learned earlier that the stains were from a single plate of food that had been
carelessly dumped onto the carpet. Everything else from the cart was still
missing.

�S-sorry about that, Duo,� Hilde�s
voice came back, breathless and giggling.

�I called you at a bad time��

�No!� Hilde cut him off sharply and
then laughed, �No, Duo� Freddy has to take a shower anyway, don�t you, Fred?�

Once more the voice in the
background said something which Duo couldn�t quite get and Hilde giggled
wickedly into the receiver. Duo fought back a sudden pang of jealousy�though
over what, he wasn�t sure. �I really don�t want to know why Freddy needs a
shower do, I?�

�Pervert! He has to go to work.�

�At four A.M.?�

�At five thirty, but we get up
early,� Hilde clarified and Duo could imagine her patient smile. �You have a
pretty good sense of timing.�

�Heh,� Duo shook his head and he
picked up another of the photographs�one of the mysterious waitress they had
yet to identify. �I guess so.�

�Can�t sleep again, huh?� Duo
frowned at the voice she used and found himself sighing. That seemed to be all
the confirmation she needed, �What�s up? The pills Sally gave you not working?�

�I��

�Or you�re just not taking them,� Hilde scoffed and once again, Duo could
imagine the way that her eyes rolled and the annoyed look she would now be
leveling at her phone in place of him. He really missed her.

�I hate medication,� Duo sulked. He
began to flip through the various shots they�d gathered of the woman, or
anything suspicious that they thought to be the woman in question. Whomever she
was, she was good; the only few traces they�d managed to get her of her were
only bits and portions of her body, and never her face. Too good.

�Duo,� Hilde sighed, �You can�t go
on like this.�

�Why not?� He laughed and then remembered himself�he cut the noise short and
glanced at the door. The air conditioner coughed again but no other sounds came
from the room beyond. More quietly, he continued over whatever Hilde had begun
to say, �Why not? It doesn�t happen that often.�

�I�d call two to three times a month
fairly often, Duo,� his friend replied quietly. They�d had this argument more
times than he could remember; it had begun during the war, when he�d been
hidden away in her home and she�d first encountered sleep-deprived-Duo, and had
lasted until this current day. He felt bad for always dragging her into this,
but whom else could he talk to? He hadn�t even told Sally why he couldn�t
sleep�just that he couldn�t. Even then, he amended, he�d only done it under
pressure from Hilde.

�I�m getting better,� he argued,
�This is the first time this month. Besides, I have a good reason. Re�� Once
again, he had to cut himself off. The other end of the line went silent as
Hilde patiently waited for him to make his excuses for this month�s �good
reason� for insomnia. Or rather, for not doing anything about his insomnia. �I
just have a good a reason.�

�Look, I just called because I�I
needed to hear a friendly voice, OK?� Duo continued before she could object. It
was pathetic and manipulative but it would probably work; Duo really didn�t
want to argue with her right then. He dropped the pictures back on the open
folder and leaned back against the wall.

�You know you can always call me,�
she replied faintly. Yes, he did know that; Duo stared at himself in the
bathroom mirror�the glass pane butted against the counter top and continued all
the way up the ceiling to create a rather unusual perspective for anyone
looking up into it. Tired eyes, muscle stretched over a too-thin frame,
the multitude of silver scars that ran all over his arms and bare chest. There
were more on his legs and back and� everywhere. Usually he covered them up with
as much clothing as possible, but in front of Wufei and the other pilots there
wasn�t any need to. Other than his few �favorites,� Duo didn�t even know where
most of them had come from, they were just there.

Hilde was probably the only person
not in their �teenager terrorist� club (or a doctor) who knew about those
scars, just like she was the only one who knew about his trouble sleeping. Duo
felt kind of sorry for her, in a way; her loyalty to him had kept a lot of men
out of her life. Ever since the end of the war they�d been in contact more by
phone than anything else. Yet, whenever he needed her, she was always right
there for him�even if it meant interrupting a date. Most of the men couldn�t
handle the fact that she had a guy in her life who was more important to her
than they were�until Fredriko. He�d appeared on the scene three months ago and
he hadn�t been intimidated by her �little brother.�

It was funny. Until Fredriko had
called him that, Duo had never known what to think of his relationship with
Hilde. Somehow the stranger had put it into context for him. He was only glad
that Fredriko seemed to be treating Hilde alright, because otherwise Duo would
have felt incredibly guilty over how unfair the situation was to her. At least
this way he could tell himself he had done her a favor by �character screening�
her boyfriends.

It was a stupid lie, but it helped
his conscience.

�How are things working out with
Flintstone?� Duo asked, following his own train of thought. Thankfully Hilde
didn�t question the non-sequitur and seemed only too delighted to answer.

�Wonderful!� She gushed and then
added in a whisper, �He�s been staying with me a lot lately. I know it�s only
been three months but� I mean, he�s really good to me, Duo. You should come
stay with us a few days. You didn�t get to spend too much time at the party and
I really think you�d like him��

�Heh� Maybe after we finish this
assignment, huh? I have a feeling I�m going to need it.�

�Oh! Where are y�all at this time?�

�L4,� he shook his head, �You�ll�
probably hear why soon enough. I can�t say much more than that.�

�Right,� Hilde was probably nodding.
He heard the voice behind her again and once more she took her mouth from the
receiver to say something. Duo tuned them out and shook his head at the
pictures in front of him. Suddenly something clicked. Time. He began to lay the
pictures out in chronological order, based upon the time count in the bottom
corner of the camera feed.

Though unsure what he was looking
for, other than once again noticing with growing frustration that they had no
discernable features on the woman, Duo sighed. It had seemed like something
important. �So, how long do you think you�ll be there? It sounds big.� Hilde
had returned to the phone.

�It is,� Duo muttered, teeth
worrying his bottom lip. He hated that there was something obvious here which
they were missing; that feeling of impatience with himself was only growing
stronger by the minute.

�Ahha,� the girl said after a minute. She was worried again; Duo mentally
cursed himself. Why had he called her? It had seemed like a great idea at the
time, but now he just felt like a selfish twat. �So, are you still running
around with Quatre Winner?�

It took Duo a minute to realize that
Hilde and Quatre had never really had much opportunity to speak even if it was
mostly Quatre�s doing that had gotten Duo to save her life back in the war�not
that he hadn�t wanted to, he reminded himself as the guilt tugged at him, he�d
just� frozen. He shook his mind free, �Yeah, I am, why?�

�Just curious. I was wondering if
they�d set the date yet?� There was a plastic rustle and then faint chewing
could be heard over the receiver. Duo rearranged two of the picture�s he�d
gotten out of order and something about the last one drew his eye. He picked it
up and frowned at it with the distinct impression that he was playing Where�s
Waldo, only there was no helpful side-illustration to indicate what Waldo
looked like.

�The date for what?� He muttered and
frowned at the corner the maid was turning around; more specifically, he
frowned at the top of her head. Duo grabbed the picture that went directly
before that one and flipped back and forth between them, one on top the other.

�The wedding, of course.�

The ex�Duo�s brain stopped. He hit
rewind, stopped again, and then pressed play to hear that again. His dark
eyebrows nestled together a moment as he considered what he remembered of their
conversation. �Quatre,� he began slowly, �is getting married?�

�They didn�t tell you?� Hilde garbled her surprise around a mouthful of
whatever she was eating�it sounded crunchy.

�Uh, no. No, that�s a first.� The
photos he had been staring at hit the pile in front of him and Duo�s eyes
returned to the mirror above him. Why had Quatre neglected to tell him
something like that? He tried to replay the last time he�d seen the boy, the
night of the circus�Duo had chalked Quatre�s nervousness up to seeing Trowa
again. It had been clear as day that there was something between the two
of them back during the war, even if no one had stopped to speculate what. It
was also obvious that the two had been avoiding each other ever since then; Duo
had firsthand experience with that avoidance since he had played go-between for
them for the first few months after that Christmas.

The chewing managed to sound
thoughtful. Duo didn�t interrupt it as he knew how important thoughtful chewing
could be to one�s mental processes and eventually Hilde reached her conclusion.
�Well, it has been all over the media since yesterday. Seems like every news
story has some angle on it; of course neither Relena nor Quatre have confirmed
it. No one seems able to find them, so people are kind of assuming that they�re
together somewhere. There�s even this rumor that they eloped.�

�You�ve gotta be shitting me,� Duo
muttered, looking down at the files spread before him on the tile. That part
was obviously untrue. Well, maybe. Duo frowned, �Hilde� can I call you back?�

�Yeah, sure. I�ll be in the studio all day.�

�Kay. And� thanks.�

�Any time.� Duo hung up and cast one last look at the photos he�d been messing
with. Then it clicked: the exit sign.

++//\++

A sudden noise jarred him out of his
sleep. Wufei�s hand reached automatically for the pistol he kept under his
pillow; as his fingers touched the lukewarm metal he realized that all he was
hearing was the TV. The Chinese boy groaned faintly and scrubbed at his eyes
with one fist as he sat up. The sound on the TV was garbled with the speed that
his partner was flipping through the stations and when Wufei opened his eyes he
found the braided boy sitting upon his respective mattress staring at the TV
with such an intensity one might have thought the device had suddenly grown
legs and danced a hula. The smell of almond roasted coffee hit his nose just as
the coffee pot on the side table gave a gurgle and Duo found whatever station
he�d been looking for.

�Duo, what the hell?� Wufei sighed
and flopped backwards onto his pillow. He put his hands over his eyes and
wondered if there were anywhere on this colony to successfully hide a body.

�Shh!� Duo hissed, �Listen.�

Though he was close to reaching for
his gun a second time, Wufei was tired enough to actually heed the boy�s
command for once. It was some� news report, if you could call it that. Wufei
found himself scowling as what had seemed at first to be a very professional
sounding woman revealed herself to be nothing more than a gossip monger.
Between the cartoons and this trash it was no wonder that Duo had so few brains
rattling about in that pretty little head of his.

�Neither Relena Darlian or Quatre
Winner has been available for comment about this recently discovered
development, but the executives of the Winner Corporation, including two of
Quatre�s sisters, are very excited.� The woman was saying. Wufei�s scowl turned
into a frown�that part didn�t sound like the gossip she�d been spewing moments
before. He took his hands away and peeked his eyes open at the indecently
bright television monitor.

The newsroom switched suddenly to a
recorded interview with one of the Winner sisters. Wufei didn�t recognize her,
but considering the sheer amount of siblings Quatre claimed there was little
surprise in that. She seemed� �bubble headed� was a little too nice a word.
�Well, it wasn�t as if we weren�t sort of expecting this,� the woman�she had to
be in her late twenties, though she was dressed in bubblegum pink and stylishly
teenager clothing�giggled, �He�s always seemed to be really interested in what
Relena does and she�s the only girl friend he ever brings home. They hadn�t
been able to see each other too much since that conference in�. what was it?
Baghdad?�

The woman paused to twirl her blonde
hair around one finger, smacking her chewing gum noisily into the microphone,
�Yeah, but anyway, he was rather depressed. That�s why he and Rashid�that�s his
personal assistant, you know�snuck out of here last Friday.�

�So you believe that wherever he and
Minister Darlian are, they�re definitely together?� The all-too-toothy reporter
asked. The bubble-head bobbed her head profusely.

�Oh yeah, definitely,� she confirmed, �I wouldn�t really worry about them,
y�know? Quatre�s real good about his work and he really cares. He�ll be back to
deal with the merger, I�m sure of it.�

The station switched back to a
in-station shot of their gossip monger, as Wufei now thought of her, and she
grinned her extra-bleached grin, �And there you have it, folks! Confirmation of
the affair from within the Winner household! Well, I think it puts a lot of
minds to ease, especially after last night�s sighting of Preventers at the
Minister�s hotel on L4.�

The red letters �M-U-T-E� flashed up
on the screen as the sound cut out. Wufei looked to Duo, who was already
staring at him with an unusually somber expression. Wufei growled and surged to
his feet to pour himself a cup of coffee. Whatever this was about, he didn�t
think he was going to like it.

++//\++

The birds twittered outside the open
double doors of the hotel kitchen. Heero had propped them both open with cinder
blocks earlier that morning, once the light of dawn had broken over the
mountain ridge and dispelled some of the mist. Even now there was still enough
dew upon the ground to send up a sparkle from the fresh spring grass and leave
a small wet stain on the hem of his pajama pants. He didn�t mind that or the
bits of soil and grass sticking to his bare feet, and lounged in the patio
chair he�d drug out there and set up a reasonable distance from the bird bath
and feeder.

The colourful little swallows were
certainly pleasant to watch and utterly unafraid of him to boot. They dipped
and dived and pecked and chased one another about, oblivious to the human
watching them. Heero smiled, just faintly, and took another drought of tea from
his mug. �There�s a pot of Earl Gray on the stove, fresh. I put the honey on the
counter next to it, and some sugar cubes,� he said evenly when something in
white entered his peripheral vision; the birds didn�t care and the white spot
startled.

Relena moved past the wall so that
she was clearly visible in the doorway. Heero didn�t so much as turn his head,
but he watched her. Though he�d forgotten to grab either of her suitcases�and,
he admitted, he�d been a little worried there would be some sort of homing
device planted in one of them. Certainly that�s what he would have done,
anyway�she hadn�t seemed to mind the boy�s clothing he�d provided her with. It
would be comfortable, at least.

She probably didn�t even realize
that the faded, black-and-white plaid button-up she was wearing was his. The
underwear and pajama pants were brand new, but he hadn�t seen any reason to buy
an excessive amount of shirts.

Relena pressed her lips together,
eyes flickering between him and the display the swallows were putting on for
them. Eventually she settled on the birds and he didn�t blame her, they were
beautiful. Just as he was beginning to wonder if they were in for another day
of the silent treatment, she opened her mouth. �Why did you bring me here?�

Unlike her accusations the day
before, her voice was quiet and reasonable this time. There was something
underlying it which spoke of the power she�d always seemed to extrude. This,
Heero thought, was the Relena he liked to see. �I told you.�

�Heero,� Relena let her voice trail
off and sighed. Shaking her head, the girl turned and faded back into the
relative darkness of the kitchen. A moment later he heard the faint clack of
porcelain and metal and knew that she was making herself some tea. He set his
cup aside and moved to drag up another of the patio chairs. When she rejoined
him he had already resettled into his chair; she took the new one without
comment and drew her knees to her in the seat.

The sun rose a little higher as they
continued to watch the frivolity of the swallows, their radiant colours
flashing adding just a little more of the spring to the air. Heero thought he
caught Relena smiling and couldn�t help but smile just a little himself. �You
got an e-mail from Quatre, by the way,� he heard himself say and her smile
disappeared.

�You�re checking my e-mail?� The girl�s
eyes cut like a knife and Heero raised an eyebrow. Was that really so hard to
believe? He didn�t think the question even deserved an answer, so he didn�t
give it one. Relena groaned when she realized this and slapped the hand not
holding her tea mug to her forehead. �Heero! Do you� do you even realize how
insane this is?�

Yet another question he didn�t seem
fair or valid. �Some would perceive it as stalking, yes,� he didn�t appreciate
being treated like a moron. Her face fell, mouth gaping at the cold reply she�d
received.

�That�s would because it is
stalking, Heero!� She placed her mug upon the table between their chairs and
let her forehead fall to her knees. Her arms wrapped around her legs and one
hand shoved it into the uncombed mess of blonde hair now tumbling about her
shoulders. �I have work to do�important work�a job and� and� a life��

He snorted.

��and� exactly what was that
supposed to mean?�

�You might have a job, but you don�t
have a life,� Heero replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Which, by his way of thinking it, it was. Relena turned her head enough to
glare at him. Before she could launch into yet another rant, he shook his head
and looked her in the eye, �You�re living your life for everyone else. It might
be living, but that isn�t the same thing as having a life. You
had to give up a lot during the war and took on a lot of responsibility, but
that doesn�t mean you should be required to give up your own happiness.�

�My work is my happiness,� she replied miserably.

The look in her eyes bothered him
and he didn�t know why. Suddenly Heero was uncomfortable sitting there with
her. He got up and took his mug of tea and went inside to make breakfast.
Relena remained behind him, watching his birds in silence.

++//\++

Trowa was busy staring at the
decidedly tasteless eggs on his plate �it wasn�t their fault, really, he�d left
the salt and pepper on the other side of the kitchen and couldn�t be moved to
get them�when a newspaper was dropped on the table in front of him; he hadn�t
even heard Catherine come in. Trowa glanced up at his sister expecting her
normal, mischievous smile and instead found a worried frown marring her face.
He let his eyes fall back down to the paper and he picked it up to read the
headline. �Winner Merges With More than Telecorp.� He read aloud, frowning at a
rather old picture of Relena and Quatre. For a long moment it didn�t click and
then his stomach dropped out of his body and the eggs didn�t seem all that
important anymore.

Catherine sat down on the seat
opposite from him and leaned forward on her elbows. He felt her hand close over
the one of his that was still holding the paper and her blue eyes met his over
the top of the print. �You okay?� She asked faintly.

�Why wouldn�t I be okay?� He asked
and shrugged. It was then that he remembered his eggs and shoved up a forkful
of them only to drop the entire mess back on his plate when his stomach
returned and threatened to rebel. A flash of anger followed it, directed at the
printed face of the girl who had been a very close and personal friend to him.
How could she?

As if sensing his feelings,
Catherine withdrew her hand and her expression became more worried than ever.
�Didn�t he visit you yesterday?� Of course she would have found out about it�most
of the circus knew by now. Trowa offered her a glare and got up. He started for
the door, then turned around and went back to the table, picking the newspaper
up again. Trowa dropped down into the seat and unfolded the paper, dragging his
eyes through the text as he searched for the meaning of this.

All the while, his sister watched
him, one knuckle retreating between her lips so that she could worry on it.
Catherine always did that when she was at her most upset, and by the time he
had finished the article he thought that she had a right to be�but not for the
reason she thought. He laughed.

�Trowa?� Catherine frowned, the
knuckle popping out of her mouth.

The teen shook his head and threw the paper back on the table top. �Their fact
checkers need to get their heads out of the clouds,� he stated. Judging by the
look on her face, his sister clearly thought him crazy. That didn�t matter. �I
need to make a phone call,� he announced and got up, heading for the door.

�Don�t you want your eggs?�
Catherine called after him.

�Not hungry!�

++//\++

Rashid sighed and gave up trying to
explain, once again, that �No, Mr. Winner is not engaged to the Vice Foreign
Minister. No, we would not like to consider your establishment to do the
catering� or anything else along that line. By this point he wasn�t sure how
many such calls he�d been handed by the over-worked secretary, but he was
losing count. Nor could he wake Quatre to deal with it after the state the boy
had been in the night before.

This entire rumor was spiraling out
of hand and quick�that, at least, Rashid was sure of. He managed to get the
woman he was currently speaking with off of the phone, hardly certain of what
he was saying anymore, when his phone rang again. With an aggravated sigh, the
man punched the �speak� button, ready to tell Stacy that he couldn�t field any
more calls for them and needed to wake Quatre when the speaker on the other end
surprised him by being male.

�It isn�t true is it, Rashid?�

�Master Trowa?� Rashid was more than
a little surprised. It had been months since Trowa had contacted him�not since
the last time he�d asked Rashid to pass on a message to Quatre and Rashid had
refused. There was little surprise when his question wasn�t confirmed and
Rashid shook his head. �No, it isn�t.�

The man walked over to one of the
floor length windows and looked down at the street beyond. Thankfully no one at
this hotel had sold their information out to the paparazzi yet�or it didn�t
seem so, anyway. Regardless, Quatre�s privacy wasn�t going to be safe here very
long and the boy did need a rest. The years pressed down on Rashid�s
shoulders and he sighed wearily.

�Good,� Trowa stated distantly. �I had to be sure.�

Rashid�s lips tightened. He frowned a little at the innocent window. �Trowa, I
don�t know what it is that you and Quatre have been playing at this past year,
but I do wish you�d get over it. He could use a friend right now�if you had
seen him yesterday��

�He was here yesterday,� the boy cut
him off.

�Well, that certainly explains a
lot,� Rashid thought. Instead of saying
as much, Rashid rubbed the bridge of his nose. His phone beeped to tell him
that he had a call waiting and he let it. There was a lot to do, a lot to cover
and contend with, and Rashid feared that Quatre wasn�t in a state of mind to
deal with it. �He�s a strong lad,� he found himself saying quietly into the
phone, �But they�ve pushed him and pushed him� I won�t see him break.�

There was silence on the other end.
Just when Rashid thought that the call might have been dropped, Trowa
responded. �Go deal with as much as you can. I�ll take care of Quatre.�

++//\++

�I called the security office when I
noticed it, and got them to track down the surveillance tapes from that area.
This girl is pretty smart, but we might just be able to get something.� Duo was
saying as they walked back to the hotel later that morning. It had been a
fairly stressful morning for the both of them. Duo had gone over what he�d seen
in the photographs and Wufei had to give the other boy some credit: it was
feasible. If the woman had used that door and no one had caught it, then
no one might have thought to check any outdoor surveillance they had. Or
perhaps the building next to the hotel had managed to catch something. The pessimist
in him said they were barking up the wrong tree, but Duo seemed to be certain
of it.

Then there was the other problem�

�Are you sure that Quatre and Relena
aren�t�� Wufei cut himself off as they passed a couple of people. Rather than
finish his sentence, he favoured his partner with a significant look. Duo shook
his head.

�Fluff-ball would have told me,� he
repeated for the umpteenth time, �And I don�t think Rena would have kept it
from me, either.�

�Fluff-ball and Rena,� Wufei repeated with a snort. Sometimes Maxwell was
simply unbelievable.

�Yeah!� The boy grinned, then held
up a hand to tick his fingers off as he recited, �Fei, Fluff-ball, Rena,
Uni-banger, Butcher, Glasses, Love Potion, Sexy Zechsy, and Hee-chan.�

Suddenly Wufei felt thankful to have gotten off so lightly. �Uni-banger?�

�Trowa,� Duo explained. When Wufei favored him with another long look, he
seemed to feel compelled to elaborate. Duo pointed to his bangs, �Because he�s
got that one, really dangerous bang for hair. And if you�ve ever seen him drunk
and dancing, you�ll get the second part of the pun. Now the third�� Duo made a
wide gesture with his hands, laughing faintly.

�The third?�

There was a moment of blessed
silence before Duo frowned. �Y�know. Fluff-ball.�

Wufei didn�t know, but he wasn�t really sure he wanted to. This was sounding
perilously close to gossip and he shook his head. In order to change the topic,
he heard himself asking, �What is a �Hee-chan.��

�He-Man sans steroids,� Duo came
back shortly enough. When Wufei didn�t seem to get that, either, the boy
deflated and shook his head. He grumbled, �I really need to get you to watch
more TV. You�re missing out.�

�That thing rots your brains,� Wufei shrugged. He stopped to wait for the
traffic light and Duo stopped with him which was a blessing�for a moment it
looked as if the braided idiot was going to run out into traffic.

��Chan�� I don�t know. It�s some
Japanese thing. All I really know is that it makes Heero twitch.�

At the mention of the Japanese boy�s
name, Wufei couldn�t help but frown. He glanced at the boy beside him who, as
always, was seemingly unaware of how serious everything going on around him
really was. The light turned red, and the display on the opposite street corner
switched from a hand to a man. They began to walk.

On the other side, Wufei made up his
mind and caught Duo by the elbow. �Wait.� They stopped together, Wufei holding
his tongue until another group of pedestrians had passed, and then leaned a
little closer to query, �Have you been seeing Heero?�

�Uh� define �seeing.�

Yes, he definitely did not want to
know what that meant. Wufei shook his head and fought to keep from scowling up
at the larger boy, �Have you spoken to him at all recently?�

�No,� Duo shook his head, �No more than any of us have.� When Wufei remained
silent and didn�t let him go, Duo frowned in turn, �He�s always popping up
every so often. He checks in on us� you haven�t noticed?�

The Chinese boy frowned and let go
of Duo�s elbow. �No, I hadn�t. Are you certain it isn�t just you?�

�Nah,� Duo shook his head, �Quatre�s seen him before, if not recently, and I
know I�ve seen him around Relena. He�s hard to spot�always in the background,
always half hidden from view. But he leaves clues if you know how to spot them.
It�s kind of like playing Where�s Waldo�� Duo�s face suddenly went still.

�What?� Wufei frowned. He didn�t
know who or what this �Waldo� character was, but considering the rest of the
crap that had been spewing out of Duo�s mouth he wasn�t really sure he wanted
to know. After a moment, Duo shook his head and shrugged easily.

�It�s just a stupid kid�s game.
Anyway, I haven�t seen him in a few months. Not since I joined up.�

That fit the profile, definitely. A
little chill rand down Wufei�s back and he shook his head to clear it. �Come
on, we need to get to the hotel.� Duo nodded beside him and the two continued
on their way. If Duo was a little quieter from that point on, Wufei was too
lost in his own thoughts to notice it.

++//\++

A hot shower and warm bed didn�t
make him feel any better himself, but they did do wonders for his body. Quatre
remained nestled in the bundle of soft downy quilts and feather pillows long
after sunrise. He had enough presence of mind to be somewhat baffled that
Rashid hadn�t been in to check on him or otherwise flip the mattress over yet,
but beyond that Quatre was quite happy being a pile of brainless sludge. The
cat had other ideas.

Rattrap, world-acclaimed-success at
waking up over-sleeping humans, stalked into the bedroom a quarter past noon
and decided that the way to approach waking up this human was in the most
direct way possible. He had learned his lesson from the last bed-sheet fiasco,
and this time jumped upon the bed itself and began to poke his nose into
whatever holes the blanket offered. Eventually a somewhat moist, furred face
found its way against sensitive human skin, and the blankets giggled. The cat
wormed his way into the hole, a process that resulted in his being tucked
against Quatre�s bare chest, and a giggling teenage boy. Two windy arms found
their way around the cat and Quatre scratched behind the animal�s ears
lovingly.
1. �I can see why Duo kept you,� Quatre muttered and
  yawned. Rattrap sneezed and then mewled up at his temporary keeper.
After a long moment, Quatre sighed
and nodded. �Okay, I�m up.� He really couldn�t argue with those eyes and so he
wormed his way out of the blankets, made sure the cat was okay, and then
stumbled his way across the room to the shower. Though he�d taken one when he�d
gotten in the night before, the hot water helped him to wake up and it felt
nice to be extra-clean.

When he was feeling more awake than
before, the boy wrapped a towel around his waist and scrubbed another against
his hair. It fluffed up like a poof ball�he could just hear Duo�s sing-song
voice in his head, �oh fluff-ball~!��and he laughed at it without bothering to
comb it out. Quatre ran a hand over the golden red bristles on his jaw and cheeks,
and after a moment decided to leave them. The small shimmer of bristle upon his
face made him almost look his age.

He gave himself a long stare in the
mirror, wondering what it was that kept the people around him treating him so�
so� He sighed as his vocabulary failed him. Whatever it was, Quatre wasn�t
entirely sure he liked it�even if he was grateful.

Maybe it was the bags under his
eyes, he decided after a long while. Or the three kilos he�d dropped since
Christmas. He eyed the fading scar that ran along his chest, the largest one he
had which was mirrored on his back. Quatre lifted two fingers to it, tracing
along the length and shivered just faintly as the cold of the bathroom finally
registered. The door cracked and he startled, but it was just the cat.
Chuckling faintly, Quatre looked down at the spindly figure now rubbing itself
against his bare ankles and purring like a vacuum cleaner.

A creak sounded, Quatre looked up
and yelped in surprise at the boy standing in the doorway. The cat gave a similar
cry, but it was more for the boy that had just tripped over him. Quatre�s butt
landed with a dull thud on the tile and barely saved his head from cracking on
the floor as well�his elbows screamed in pain. Above him Trowa�s eyes widened.

�T-Trowa?�

�Sorry� I�� the other boy managed
before he leaned down and offered Quatre a hand up. �You weren�t answering my
calls��

After a moment�s consideration,
Quatre took the offered hand and let himself be helped off the ground. His free
hand clutched at the towel which threatened to slip from his waist. �I was in
the shower,� he replied needlessly. Once on his feet, Quatre turned his back to
Trowa in order to resettle the towel. When he faced him, again, he realized
that Trowa had had the decency to put his own back to him. �What are you doing
here?�

Trowa�s back stiffened a little and
the boy turned his head just enough to acknowledge Quatre. �I� spoke with
Rashid. Something came up that he needed to deal with so I thought we might
spend some time together in the city.�

�I really need to be getting back to the office,� Quatre replied with a frown.
He moved around Trowa and through the open door into the master bedroom. Trowa
followed.

�No, you don�t,� the clown argued in more stern a voice than he�d ever heard
Trowa use�at least with him. �You�re on vacation, remember?�

�I don�t get vacations. That much is fairly obvious.� Quatre jerked open the
wardrobe door and began to thumb through a collection of semi-causal shirts
hung there. He�d have to remember to pack for himself the next time he went
anywhere, the maid that had done this had sent way too much�

Behind him, Trowa made a rather rude
noise. The mattress rustled and Quatre assumed that Trowa had sat upon it. For
some reason the thought of Trowa on the bed in his bedroom made his
cheeks heat and he was very glad that his back was to the other boy. He hated
these feelings. �Is this really what you want?� Trowa asked patiently, �A life
dictated by what others perceive of you? Dealing with a bunch of gossips poking
their nose into every ounce of your business?�

�It doesn�t matter if I want it or not,� Quatre shook his head and selected a
shirt. He hung it on a dresser knob and began to riffle through the pants.
There was a set of faded denims somewhere, he was certain of it. �My
father dealt with this kind of stuff all the time before he married mom. I
looked it up when they started in on me last year.�

�Before he married your mother?�
Trowa quoted as if that were somehow significant. After he thought it over,
Quatre guessed that it was.

�Yeah,� he replied with a
shrug. �We don�t allow divorce in our culture, unless there�s been a
proven infidelity. So� until I�m married I�m apparently one of the most
eligible bachelors in the sphere�at least, according to those magazines.
They�ll probably quit after I settle down but��

�So this entitles them to
leveling accusations at you and invading your privacy.�

�Freedom of speech,� Quatre threw a sad smile over his shoulder which quickly
dissolved under the heat of Trowa�s eyes. A hot wave of anger washed over him
but Quatre tried not to give into it. �I don�t like it any more than you do,
OK? But complaining about it isn�t going to solve anything! I�m not going to
run away from this.�

�What can you do? You can�t actively
deny the engagement without Relena to back you up.� The bed rustled again as
Trowa stood up. Quatre found a pair of suitable pants and wriggled his way into
them without dropping the towel. He didn�t like going commando but there was
something strange about changing his clothes in front of Trowa which he
couldn�t quite put a finger on. When he�d carefully zipped the pants up he let
the towel fall to the floor around him and reached for his shirt.

�What do you mean �without Relena,��
Quatre asked and grabbed his shirt off the hangar. He could hear Trowa walking
up behind him, �I�m sure she��

Trowa�s arm slid around his arms,
pinning them to his side and pulling him back against the other boy�s broad
chest. Fabric clapped over his mouth and nose and he only managed a moment�s
struggle before the darkness claimed him.

++//\++

�Trowa, are you sure about this?�
Catherine pressed the plastic against her ear a little more firmly as her free
arm wound about her waist. She sighed, looking out the trailer window at the
practicing performers and busy circus life. They had another performance coming
up that night�it was going to be difficult to do without one of their major
stars.

�Yes, Catherine. Randy has been
practicing as my backup for months. It�s about time you tested him out anyway.�

�How long will you be gone?� She couldn�t help but ask as she sat down on at
the kitchen table. This felt just like all those times before� only this time,
he was actually warning her.

�I don�t know. No longer than a week
or two. I know what the schedule is, and I�ll give you a call as soon as I
can.�

Catherine nodded just faintly and stared down at her hand. After a moment her
eyes closed, �Alright, Trowa.�

�And� I have a favour to ask.� He
sounded sincerely apologetic, which only sent Catherine�s alarms into higher
gear. Without waiting for her to ask, he continued, �There�s this cat��

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