Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi (duh), lemon, lime, graphic depictions of torture (not that bad for me but it could make some people squimish,) angst (once again, high for some but low considering some other things I write) language
Disclaimer: I had a dream that I owned it once, but I woke up, so I don't... I don't own the song Hanging by a Moment but if I did I would be very proud of myself...

Hanging by a Moment
by OneWingedShinigami

So the sucker punch came, surprisingly in the form of a mission.

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me now...

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find
There's nothing in the world
That can change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else
There is nothing else

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you....

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Just hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment (here with you)
Hanging by a moment here with you

Duo woke to the old rock song playing on the alarm radio. He walked swiftly down the stairs and into the kitchen of the safe house that had the rare occurrence of housing all five pilots, though not for long. Wufei was sitting at the table, a pair of half frame glasses set upon his nose as he scanned over surveillance reports, and other obnoxiously boring things, on his laptop. Trowa had the privilege of getting dibs on first shower that day and he wasn't about waste the golden opportunity. Quatre was reading a book, the title reading The Picture of Dorian Grey. And Heero was fixing himself a steaming cup O' Joe.

"What's up guys?"

Heero handed Duo a cup of the thick brew and calmly stated, "We have a mission," like every other time he stated these exact words, which was quite often actually. "It's for me and one other pilot; it's an information extraction mission, the man's name is Blake Creedy..."

The coffee cup promptly dropped from Duo's hand and made a lovely smash as it hit the kitchen floor. Duo's face was a bit whiter then usual but he managed to flip on the jester and stutter out, "Ss... sorry, what a klutz I am, gods, hehe." He bent down and proceeded to wipe the mess up with a rag. The group of misfits continued to look at him strangely and Quatre couldn't get over the feeling that he had just gotten stabbed in the chest from his space heart.

Duo continued, "So uh, what're the specs?"

Heero blinked at the question as well as the reaction from Duo, unlike popular beliefs, Duo was not anywhere close to being a klutz. He then answered in a bit of an unsure manner, well as unsure as Heero Yuy can pull off sounding, "A... Cruise..."

Wufei muttered something about wastes of vacation time and something softly could be heard related to sea sickness, "Sounds fancy, take Quatre..."

Quatre rolled his eyes, did they seriously think he liked dealing with these sort of people any more than the rest of them just cause he had a similar social status growing up. He was quite surprised when he heard Duo pipe up, well not the piping up part it was the content of the pipe up that surprised him.

"I'll go..." Duo calmly stated as he turned and left the room to go pack his meager belongings. The rest of the room's person's heads followed his journey out of the room.

Quatre peered at him curiously, something was amiss, then again, something was usually amiss when it came down to Duo, the boy was complicated, plain and simple. Quatre decided to follow the Deathscythe pilot on his packing expedition. Standing at the door for a moment to watch the braided boy pack he finally broke the silence. "Duo, I thought you hated all the 'fancy pants' people missions."

Duo kept on packing as he spoke, "Oh, believe Kat, I do. People who flaunt their ignorant bliss tend to do that to me but... this is different..."

Quatre raised an eyebrow at Duo's back, "Different?"

The American stood up with his packed bag slung across his shoulder. He turned his head to give Quatre a wicked look in the eye. "This is personal..." And without another word Duo slipped passed Quatre and was long gone on quite possibly the most important mission of his life. Revenge...

Duo let out a loud whistle, "Wow when they said Luxury Cruise, they weren't lying were they..? Look at this thing; it's bigger than Moby Dick on steroids. How many people can this baby hold?"

"...1,500... not including the cruise ship personnel."

"...Heh, done your homework as usual Yuy..."

"Hn"

"Tsk tsk Hee chan, you know I love your unique conversational style but that limit in social abilities is going to be suspicious on something like this. I mean look it's for rich snots blowing their money on fancy ship trips. They expect you to be socially secure, not withholding of information."

Heero smirked at this and just replied with another, "...Hn..."

Duo grinned at this, "I'm not giving up on you yet buddy." The American looked up to see that people had started boarding. "Whelp time to crash these veggie burgers' party," He stood and extended a hand down to his still sitting partner, flashing a wink at him in the process.

The cobalt eyed boy at first stared at the hand like it was foreign but eventually sighed and stared at the hand like it was a challenge to overcome, and Heero Yuy was never one to turn down a good challenge. He grabbed the hand and pulled himself up and then somehow found himself reluctant to let go of it afterwards, but, not understanding the reasons why, Heero forced himself to release it as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Hn, baka, let's go..."

The room... was not a room, IT WAS A FRIGIN PENT HOUSE DELUX SUIT!! Ok, so that's a bit of an exaggeration. In fact, it was probably smaller then the majority of the rooms on the ship, but nonetheless, it was the best place Duo had slept in awhile, possibly in his whole life. In fact the same quite possibly could be said for his fellow pilot as well.

"Woohoohoo, look at this pad man, the bathroom is bigger then a safe house room." Duo began jumping up and down on the huge King sized bed. He then flopped down and lay flat down on it, arms and legs spread eagle, soft little purring like noises issuing from his lips. "Mmm beds are so great, people who've always had a bed never really appreciate the holiness that is a mattress and pillow...."

Seeing as the comment seemed to be more to himself then to Heero, he just chose to stare at the hyper braided boy who was acting suspiciously like a kitten with its mother, the bed being said mother.

"Hey, Hee chan, why don't cha take off your shoes or something...? Have a paddle..."

"Hn" Nonetheless the Japanese boy sat at the edge of the bed and peeled off his mustard shoes and even had the audacity to slip his ankle socks off.

"See, much better..." Duo flopped over on his side to stare at Heero's well defined back while drawing random patterns on the down comforter. "So Hee chan, how long is this mission supposed to take?"

"Approximately one week."

"Cool, whelp in that case I might as well unpack some stuff. We're kinda stuck here after all." The braided boy got up to pack some clothes and other things away. Most of the contents were, of course, black. However they were more suitable for this type of weather. Duo even laid out a pair of black strapped sandals for when he needed to walk around outside with footwear.

Heero realized he had been watching the Deathscythe pilot and quickly shook his head out of the haze it had fallen into. 'The mission, focus on the mission.' "Hn, we should check the passenger list, find some more information on our target. The doctors don't even know what the man looks like."

Duo's brow furrowed slightly as if he was struggling to remember a vague shadow of the past covered by layers and layers of new memories. "...Blonde slicked back hair in a ponytail, big torso, 6'1, wears sunglasses"

The spandex clad boy raised his eyebrow as his partner revealed the much needed information. Where could he have come across such information? "Source?"

The American sighed and stood up, stretching a bit. "Places long forgotten... I'm going to check out the ship, wanna come?" He flashed his trademark grin at the Japanese boy.

Heero wondered as to what it was the violet eyed boy was hiding, but seeing as it certainly wasn't his business, he let it drop, like so many other things. "...Fine... just give me a minute to unpack."

"Right" Duo strode over to the grey mini bar in the corner of the room. He opened it and paused before making a selection which turned out to be a beer, the label reading Guinness. Heero realized he was staring again but before he could look away he was caught in those hypnotic swirling color pools that were Duo's eyes. But a quick save on the Wing pilot's part made the scene much less awkward.

"Drinking already? Wasting no time I see?" Heero smirked at the other's chuckle. The braided boy then chugged the contents and then, with the bottle completely empty, marched over to the door and balanced the bottle on the knob. Once he was positive the bottle would not fall on its own Duo turned back around to face the Japanese boy and give him a smirk of his own.

Realizing that Duo had just invented his own personal alarm system with a simple bottle Heero was impressed. However his face faded into a frown as he realized something. "Baka, now how do we get out?"

The American smiled slyly and twirled a lose strand around his fingers. "Through the window silly, that way we know if anyone's come in while we're gone."

Heero swiveled his head to gaze at the large open balcony that came with the room. He padded over to it and slid open the sliding glass doors that separated them from the outdoors. The wind was blowing about as was expected of ships at sea. Seeing the narrow ladder leading up the side of the boat just a balcony away he mentally congratulated Duo on his find. Speaking of the braided baka, he seemingly appeared right behind the cobalt eyed boy and cheerfully chirped, "Oh wow it's even closer then I thought."

Heero effectively pissed his pants, ok no, he jumped out of his skin, well actually he just sort of burst forward in surprise of hearing the voice suddenly in his ear. Two hands reached out from behind him and grabbed each of his shoulders before he managed to topple forward and further. He was swiftly pulled back to his original spot, maybe even a bit closer than that.

The Japanese boy's breath was about as fast as the wind breezing about them. Duo's voice came like a whisper from behind him mixed with the sound of the wind and the churning of the ocean. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya." And Heero's breath settled back to its normality. A sun kissed hand came up to rest upon the hand currently lying on his shoulder. Heero turned around slowly lifting both hands in the process. He stared at the both of them together, almost intertwined at this point. "Your hands are so much paler than mine."

Duo gasped quietly under his breath at the seemingly innocent and yet so incredibly endearing observation. He managed to reply, "Well Heero maybe it's uh, perhaps it's because of the ethnicity difference and..." The American quickly trailed off as Heero started tracing his hand like he had never seen one before. He started to ghost his fingers up and down Duo's life line occasionally brushing the base of the braided boy's wrist sending jolts of mini pleasures down his spine.

Violet eyes grew wide as his breathing got heavier, was it hot out here or what? And oh god that felt good. Was it possible to orgasm from hand to hand contact? Duo was pretty sure he was about to find out. His already hazy eyes started to roll into the back of his head, his vision getting even cloudier than before. He was so tangled up in his own world that he barely caught the next whisper, "and your life line is so much longer, it goes all the way down to your wrist."

The Wing pilot's hand traced the area around the wrist, where the life line ended and then proceeded to hold both their hands up to show his partner, "...see?"

But Duo couldn't see anything. All he heard was the Japanese boy's voice washing over him like the waves of the sea they were riding on. He could only feel warm, pleasuring sensations flowing from his hand throughout his entire body...

It was all too much to take. "Oh, oh god" Duo groaned out as he slowly slid down the glass door to lye in a half sitting position resting against the glass. He had his eyes closed though they were fluttering about like crazy.

Heero snapped out of his own semi trance the second his partner's hand left his. He stared down to find Duo softly panting below him in a heap. He quickly knelt down and immediately recognized that the braided boy was awake without injury, "Duo, are you alright? Daijoubu deska?"

...and he could only smell Heero mixed with the tang of sea air. 'I wonder if he tastes like the sea.' And with that thought process in mind Duo brought both of their hands to his lips and sensitively placed the two index fingers slightly inside his mouth, rolling his tongue around them. The taste was incredible, so alluring, so addicting, so... Heero gasped lightly at the oddly pleasing sensations running from his finger and pooling in the area beneath his stomach.

Duo let the hands go limp as he slipped his other hand around the back of the Perfect Soldier's head, burying it in that wild, untamed hair, and gently pulling the other till their faces were close enough that their noses brushed each other. Duo blinked and stared at Heero with half lidded eyes his breath not getting any slower.

"H-Heero?"

Heero shivered at the intensity in which his name had been spoken, almost as if the name was stuffed full of over flowing feelings. Like a wave of emotions crashing down all around them.

"Na-Nani Duo kun?"

Duo started to get back a little bit of clarity on the situation at hand, "I..." the American groaned, speaking of hand, "...oh God, Heero, you have to, have got to, stop doing that, I..." Duo began as Heero once again started to unconsciously rub the pad of his thumb up and down the palm of the braided boy's hand. The Japanese boy sat up a little straighter and stared at where his hand was intertwined with Duo's. He realized what he had been doing and quickly retracted his hand like it had been burnt; if he was any other person he would have blushed a nice tomato red. Instead he just stared at the said hand absentmindedly.

The Deathscythe pilot was trying to think of something to say but didn't get a chance to as a particularly big wave caused him to slid backwards a bit and hit his head on the glass door behind him. "Yeeouch!" Ooh score one for the pitcher." Duo stood up and rubbed his head the entire scenario forgotten. "Ne, Heero, let's get going, we should probably search the ship while it's still light."

"Hn baka" Heero wasn't sure what had just happened but there were other times for that. He switched to a standing position and without further warning jumped to the next balcony over. Duo sighed and quickly followed the messy haired boy up the ladder and onto the 1st level deck.

"Alright I guess I'll take top you take bottom, sound good?" announced the braided boy.

"Aa"

"Cool, meet you back here in an hour." The two set off in their separate ways, hoping that neither was as inconspicuous as they themselves felt.

"The boy's name is Heero Yuy, though it's probably an alias. He's the 01 of those five Gundam pilots, he pilots the Wing Gundam and is known as the Perfect Soldier for his flawless technique. Apparently the mission was for him and one other and while we are still searching we can not find out the identity of the second."

The room was dark, lit only by the back wash of screens and the occasional flare of a cigarette. The man speaking was of medium height with dark brown hair cut short and a business suit adorned his person. The man he was speaking sucked in the last remaining part of his cigarette and blew it at the man. He was dressed more casually though still possessed a sense of that 'down to business' type aura. He sat at a desk with his feet sprawled across its surface. He had blonde slicked back hair and, despite the dark, wore sunglasses.

"So what you're saying is we don't know who the other one is at all?"

"Well it has to be one of the other four Gundam pilots right? So we gathered all the information we could find for them." The man lay down four photos. "These are the remaining four, the first one is Wufei Chang, code 05, 5'3", and pilots the Gundam, Shenlong. His specialties are close in fighting and hand to hand combat, and he mainly does solo missions.

The boy next to him is Trowa Barton, though whether he is the real Trowa Barton I have my doubts about. He's code 03, 5'6" and pilots the Heavyarms Gundam. He's an expert in tactics and command and has a special niche for use of high explosives.

The one next to him is Quatre Rabereba Winner, code 04. He's 5'3" and specializes in operational command and control. He pilots the Sandrock Gundam and has connections with a group called the Maganac Corps.

The last one..."

"...there's no picture..."

"Yes, uh, you see he specializes in stealth and piloting techniques. If there ever was a picture taken of him, it's been tracked down and erased already."

"So we have no identification of him?"

"Well, uh, he pilots the Gundam, Deathscythe, and is also 5'2"."

The man raised his eyebrow, "Name?"

"Oh, right, his name's Duo Maxwell, though that sounds like a pretty sketchy birth name if you ask me."

"Hmm, Duo, Duo... Where have I heard that name before?"

"It uh sometimes means 'a pair' sir."

"I know that you dolt, remember who you're talking to."

The dark haired man ran a hand through his hair out pure nervousness. If he messed this up, it would be his hide, like usual. "I'm, I'm sorry sir, I was out of line."

"Yes you were... So what you're saying is that if the other person on this mission with Yuy turns out to be this one, we have no way to recognize him?"

"Uh, no sir... but, my guess is that it would be Winner on this one."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because his father was the head of the Winner Corporation and Quatre therefore was brought up in a similar social class to the ones staying aboard this ship, sir."

The man took a drag of a fresh cigarette. "Hmm, but didn't you say this Duo person specializes in stealth, if I were them I would send him, it's hard to keep your cover on a ship where there is no where to run."

"What ever you say sir"

The blonde man gave the other a cold stare that made the man just want to run to the nearest window and jump out. "Keep me posted, and double the guards while you're at it. Any mistakes and I'll have you begging for forgiveness."

"Yes sir, I understand sir." The man bowed low and got out of the room as quickly as possible, running down the deck towards his vastly smaller room.

The two teenage misfits stood leaning against the guard rail and talking in hushed whispers. Duo went first. "The top deck is small and is for the pilot, navigator, watch guards, and other crew members only. The second is larger and has most of the recreational areas. Exercise rooms, pools, rec. rooms, theater, hot tubs, spas, a dance floor, snack bars, and a large deck for observational purposes along with sunbathing. The deck below has the dining hall, ballroom, and bar... I might have missed a few details but I think that's it."

Heero nodded his head in acknowledgement and recognition of a well completed job. He followed the report with his own. "Good, the deck we're on is the one below that one and is the start of all of the sleeping areas. It's the last deck and the rest of the floors beneath that can only be accessed through this deck. The actual deck contains several very large deluxe sleeping rooms. Most of the sleeping quarters are below the deck, however. There are seven floors of sleeping areas and, below that, three floors of storage areas. The engine room and boiler rooms are the last level of the ship and, of course, are authorized personnel only."

The braided boy peered over the side of the ship, looking down at the crashing waves far below them. "Heero I was just thinking..."

"Eh?"

Duo sighed and gave the Japanese boy a half hearted smile, "maybe your life line would be longer if you stopped blowing yourself up all the time."

Heero blinked at the sudden randomness of the conversation and then... he remembered... and of course following the remembrance came that wave of awkwardness he had felt right before Duo had hit his head. God he was so confused. The cobalt eyed boy looked out upon the open sea in open contemplation. "Ne, Duo, I just don't know. Would it really make a difference?"

The American quickly figured out that Heero wasn't talking about life lines anymore. He was asking if it made a difference if he blew himself up. Duo swallowed the big lump that had formed at the back of his throat. "Heero..." he whispered, "...I think you know what would happen if you died."

"Not all that much? Hopefully the protection of innocent lives I guess."

"No!" Duo screamed out, the intensity of his voice lashing out and startling the Japanese boy a little. "Your death would accomplish nothing but sadness! Who's going to save us, Heero? Who will people place their hopes in if you're gone? You think no one cares? People care! I care! I..." The American was panting from yelling so loud without taking a breath. He stared into those eyes, the ones seemingly made from the combination of steel and a turbulent storm. He suddenly felt cold, the sea breeze getting to him. Duo wrapped his own arms around himself which looked more like a protective stance then an attempt to fend off the cold that wouldn't stop making him shiver.

The Wing pilot was just staring at him, in shock, surprise, or just plain out of nothing better to do, Duo didn't know, but Heero still seemed to be thoroughly confused about something. Duo sighed and closed his eyes. "Please try to understand Heero. You, you're such a strong presence for me. And I'm sick of having people I care for die. I, you're... different, so much...sigh... I would be so unhappy if you died, Heero..." Duo trailed off and opened his eyes not even looking at Heero before silently climbing down the ladder on the side of the ship and entering their room.

The blonde haired man looked up from where he was getting a back massage on his bed. He was completely naked save for the towel laid across his ass but he didn't seem to care in the least. He seemed more peeved that someone was interrupting his massage than anything else. 'This had better be good,' "Something new I presume."

"Yes sir, we checked through all the room records and found their number."

"How?" It was always better to question the method. Never trust your employees to do their job right.

"Well we checked through all the ways people were paying for this trip. Most rooms were paid through credit or debit cards and a few even paid cash or checks, though who would pay for this kind of trip in cash, I..."

"Continue..."

"Yes, well anyway, there was one room that was paid through a dormant OZ bank account which was deactivated several years ago and I don't even think the registered bank name exists anymore. The money was obviously hacked, sir."

"...Very well, make the proper arrangements. And see if you can get a photo of this Duo person while you're at it."

"As you wish, sir" he gave a quick bow before quickly leaving.

When Heero entered the room a few minutes later he heard the soft sound of water hitting tile, signaling to him that the Deathscythe pilot was taking a shower, and probably using up the entire floor's hot water. Heero smirked at that. He didn't know why he found that notion amusing but he did nonetheless.

The Japanese boy flopped rather unceremoniously onto his bed and just lay sprawled there for a few minutes. After which a particularly alluring image of a naked Duo showering assaulted his mind, the mist pouring out from the bathroom was not helping the situation any.

Heero groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his head in a pillow in an attempt to block the sound of running water and from seeing the tempting vision, which of course didn't work too well seeing as it was only a figment of his imagination. 'What the hell is wrong with me?!'

The Wing pilot awoke to the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. He reluctantly opened his eyes and winced as the bright lights attacked him. He turned his gaze to the person who was shuffling about the room and suppressed another groan at the sight. 'Oh God, look at that thing, it's so short! Arg! I should complain to management.' Heero reburied his face and attempted to wipe the image of Duo and his bath robe out of his mind. He prayed that when he once again woke up, the braided boy would be wearing something half decent.

However a few minutes later Heero still hadn't managed to fall back asleep so he reluctantly lugged his body to sit up. The first thing that came to his notice was Duo lying on the bed next to him, his hair loose and flowing all around him, which was strange cause Heero could have sworn that the violet eyed boy's hair had been in it's accustomed braid when he had come out of the bathroom. 'Perhaps he's letting it out to dry.' The soft breathing indicated that Duo was sleeping and... god dammit! Heero swore that bathrobe would kill him someday.

Was it the fact that it was pure white to contrast everything black that Duo wore? Was it because he could see the tiny splotches of water that had soaked into it from Duo's body? Was it those silk skinned, pale, long, languid legs that extended up and up, the bathrobe having only the tiniest discrepancy to cover Duo's...equipment? Was it the belt tied particularly tight to show off Duo's amazing slim figure? Was it the smooth, delectable expanse of chest that was so easily visible from Heero's view point? What was it about it that bathrobe that made Heero wish that there wasn't anything covering Duo at all?

Heero sighed, shaking his head. Come to think of it, Duo looked absolutely delectable when he was asleep. Had he ever realized that before? Heero was sure it had some how slipped his mind. The Perfect Soldier slowly stood up and walked over to the larger mirror over the dresser. He stared at his mangled hair and sighed again, turning away from the mirror slightly to run a hand through his hair a couple of times, the after affects, of course, being no improvement at all.

He had to resist the urge to scream as he suddenly felt a hand wrap around his waist and another wrap around his chest, pulling him backwards against a warm chest. A pair of warm slightly damp lips trailed lightly up and down his neck causing goose bumps to rise up wherever they caressed. The lips traveled up his neck, across his jaw, and started to mouth around and tease his ear lob. A sultry, low, purr whispered into it. "You look so fuckable when you're thinking hard about something."

Heero looked up into the mirror to see a pair of amethyst eyes flash sharply back at him. A small seductive smile played on the back of their owner's lips as he traced the back of Heero's ear with his tongue. Heero let out the long breath of air he had been holding, forcing out a, "Duo? What? I...uh..." and mentally slapped himself for sounding so incredibly wanton.

Duo's hand quickly delved up the Japanese boy's tank top and started swirling and massaging his nipples to the point of hardness. An occasional pinching of them always bringing Heero back out of the hazy abyss Heero kept falling into over and over again. When he had been completely melted into a puddle Duo spoke again. "You know, Heero, I know you want me, know you want this..." Duo's other hand began to move as well, sliding downwards to cup Heero's jean covered sack. "Ne, Heero? You want this ne?"

Heero groaned, thoughts becoming more and more difficult to process, let alone get out an answer to Duo's question. A tweak of his right nipple brought forth a new string of moans. God would it ever stop? Heero hoped it wouldn't. Duo's hand started needing him through his jeans. "Ne Heero?" He gasped and managed to pant out, "Duo... I...you...I want...want...oh...Duo..."

The violet eyed boy chuckled low in his throat but seemed to know that all he was going to get from the squirming Heero at the moment. He gave his partner's balls one last squeeze, resulting in a particularly loud groan, and then gently nuzzled his lips over to Heero's trembling, delectable mouth. The joining of the two pairs of lips sent sparks flying around Heero's body and, so lost was he when Duo's tongue slipped it's way inside, that he didn't even notice the button of his jeans being released or the slow unzipping of his fly. So lost was he that he didn't notice anything till his seducer's pale hand wrapped itself firmly around his erected member and started to sensuously pump it.

Heero screamed out a guttural moan, throwing his head back against the firm shoulder behind him and arching into the touch. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and his hands came up to loosely grasp onto Duo's wrists, almost in a silent assurance that Duo would never leave.

"Heero..."

Heero ignored him; he was too far gone to listen right now.

"Heero, open your eyes."

Reluctantly the Japanese boy forced his eyelids to open, still having trouble focusing on anything but Duo's hands.

"Look at yourself."

He looked into the mirror, hazily staring at the image reflected back at him.

"Look at you, look how beautiful you are..."

The cobalt eyed boy watched in raped fascination. He watched those hands, massaging, pumping and fondling him. He watched Duo's languid mouth suck his throat area, hot, sensuous, and luxurious. He watched the rise and fall of each breath, the twitch of each muscle, the contrast between the two skin colors so incredibly close to each other.

Heero let out a long moan. It was all too much to take. The hands moving all about him, the teasing lips which came with that incredible tongue, the harsh breath playing across flushed skin, and the slow grinding motion of hips into his. It was intimate far beyond anything Heero had ever experienced; it was desire, pure, raw, incredible, desire. It was an addiction ready to be hooked upon.

The Wing pilot let out a few more short, out of breath pants, before shouting out Duo's name and spilling himself all over that pale hand and down his jeans.

Heero shot up out of bed as he heard a crash, 'what, what the fuck?'

A harsh whisper cut through the air, "shh, Heero, fuck, someone's broke into our room."

Heero's gazed snapped to where the voice was coming from the braided boy crouched down low near the bedroom door, gun at the ready. Heero leapt off the bed, pressing himself against the opposite side of the door, pulling his gun from the back of his spandex. He peered around the corner and spotted the unfortunate sign of three men entering the front door. Heero signaled to Duo that their was three men and then signaled that he would take the one man on the left and Duo take the other two on the right, seeing as they were closer to him.

At Heero's signal the two of them leapt forward and charged into the other room of their suite. Heero quickly ducked at the first spew of bullets came flying towards the area where he had just been standing. He aimed and shot the man point blank between the eyes, there wasn't even that much blood all things considered.

Duo saw that his first guy was about to blow Heero's head off so he quickly shot out the door himself, putting himself in complete harms way. He spun around to duck behind the second of his two guys. The other man immediately tracked the black blur and reacted too late, resulting in the shooting of his own partner. Duo grabbed the still standing dead body and threw it upon the other, jumping out from behind it, grabbing the man by the throat, and shoving him without mercy against the nearest wall.

The man was about five inches taller and quite a bit bulkier than Duo but, with his adrenaline pumping, Duo managed to pin the man against the wall, feet off the ground, with only one hand wrapped tightly around the man's neck. The cold steel barrel of gun was pressed roughly into the man's temple.

"Who sent you?" He bit out angrily.

The man was unresponsive, apparently still in shock from being pinned against a wall by a fifteen-year-old boy. Duo scowled and pulled back the hammer of the gun and pressed it even harder into the man's head.

"Who the fuck sent you?!" Duo hissed out, he was really not in the mood for this. How could someone have found out their room number, let alone that they were even on this ship? The man started hyperventilating and that's when Duo noticed the wicked smile that had formed across his face. "Shit, Heero, gas!" Duo knocked the man out with a well placed punch to the stomach and ran towards the open balcony, pulling Heero with him.

Heero slammed the glass sliding door behind them and calmly let his heart beat return to its normal pace. He took a long drink of the bitter cold fresh air. This night was certainly proving to be an interesting one, in more ways than one.

"Its pretty ne?" inquired the braided boy beside him. His pale hands were gripping the low guard rail that prevented passengers from toppling into the mighty abyss that lay before them. And somehow, Heero knew exactly what Duo was referring to.

"Hai, totemo kirei desu." Heero whispered into the wind. And indeed it was, the ships lights flickered and shone like a thousand stars racing off into the endless horizon. The wind and the waves drowned out all the artificial noises that he and Duo were surrounded with each day. The dark swirling masses of clouds that seemed to keep everything on edge, whispered of unspoken desires in their ears.

Duo let out a laugh in response, throwing a grin Heero's way. "The fact that I know what that means must count for something, you, Mr. Yuy, are rubbing off on me." Heero shot a distracted glance over at the American. Then the thought occurred to him.

"Demo... but I've never spoken those words before or at least I can't remember a time when I would have needed to."

"Oh but you have, that time that I rescued you after I shot you with Ms. Pretty in Pink Crap yammering her head off. We were at Howard's and you whispered it under your breath when you gazed at the moon one night, I know cause I had done the same thing the night before." Duo sensed the unease coming off Heero from the sudden revelation so he deftly added, "and also I found this really old Japanese-English Dictionary in my safe house room once, that's how I knew what it meant."

The Wing pilot stared at Duo in disbelief, "you're learning Japanese from a book?" The concept sounded like pure agony, it was a huge pain in the ass to learn a language that way, relying on pure memorization skills to pass you by.

Duo shivered and plopped unceremoniously onto the ground, clutching his arms to his chest in an attempt to warm up. "Yeah it's pretty harsh but when there's no other way, what can you do? Damn I am so regretting wearing this bathrobe in the buff right now, it's freezing out here!"

Heero chuckled as well as mentally cursed the braided boy for making his attention once again focus on the skimpy piece of material. He took pity on the poor, shivering soul however and sat down next to Duo as well, placing an arm around Duo's shoulders in order to share at least a little body heat.

"Baka," Duo heard Heero teasingly mutter. Besides the fact that he was freezing his ass off Duo was actually increasingly enjoying being stuck out here while their room slowly lessened in its bio hazard state. He couldn't remember Heero ever showing so much care towards anyone. It made this little bubble of joy fill inside him... it also made him strangely tired.

Duo yawned and just couldn't resist laying his head upon Heero's, all too free, shoulder, "yeah, yeah, I'm a baka, I know." Duo was thrilled when Heero didn't pull away or even show any sign of disgust besides the quick flinch from the unexpected contact. Suddenly he had a genius idea pop into his head. "So, Hee chan, since I don't have my mighty book, why don't you teach me some Japanese?"

Heero stared at him like he had grown an extra head for a moment before sighing and resolving to at least give it a try since they were stuck out here. "Uh, I'm not a very good teacher but... what word do you want to know?"

Duo smiled, this was great, it totally made up for the fact that he was suffering from permanent ass numbness syndrome. "Hmm, well, how bout...star?" Duo asked as the sight of one of the many in the sky took his notice.

"Hoshi"

"Hoshi, ok, what about moon?"

"Tsuki"

"Uh, scythe?"

'Sigh, Duo and his one track mind.' Heero never the less replied, "Ogama."

"Hmm that doesn't sound as cool as scythe. How about... east?"

"Higashi"

"West?"

"Nishi"

Duo stared at Heero's hand on his shoulder and remembered the incident earlier that day; he flushed hoping it would go unnoticed in the dark. "Hand?" he asked, briefly resting his hand upon Heero's.

"...Te" Heero answered quietly.

Duo smiled and sighed, slowly pushing himself to his feet and brushing the non existent dirt off his... bathrobe... god dammit! "It's definitely safe to go back inside now, come on Heero, your lips are blue, serves you right for being in that tank top and those sexy spandex shorts." Without another word Duo slid the door open and entered the trashed room and the bodies that awaited them.

It took Heero quite awhile to realize just how he had addressed his shorts; he took gulping breaths to calm his nerves. He entered in after Duo, leaving the wind chilled balcony open behind him. He picked up the body of the man he had killed and tossed him deftly over the side of the ship, a soft splash was heard but nothing that could have been suspicious.

Duo followed suit, pausing only to confirm that the gas that had been used was Nerve Gas, one of the worst around. It couldn't be smelled, tasted, and was only seeable after it was first released; it was extremely deadly and killed in grotesque ways that were quite hard to put into words. "Where the fuck did they get Nerve Gas? OZ doesn't even use this shit; it's too easy to lose control of it." Duo dumped the last body into the water.

"Perhaps he's a deserter, an ex OZ gone freelance if you will." Heero calmly replied as he attempted to get a particularly large blood stain out of the rug.

Duo chuckled at something and gleefully replied in a mock Russian accent, "Deserters will be shot," quoting on old, out of date, video game that took place in World War II. Duo straightened the tossed around furniture, threw the broken pictures off the side of the ship, and then quickly changed into a light black Tee and his boxers, seeing as the bathrobe now had blood on it and joined its colleagues in the sea.

The cobalt eyed boy felt both disappointed and relieved. Now he could actually look in Duo's remote direction without having his throat dry up and his mouth water.

Duo tucked the loose strands that had fallen out of his braid behind his ear. He walked back into the other room and collapsed onto his bed, he pulled the blankets over himself. "Let's get some sleep, k?"

Heero sat down upon his own bed a little hesitant to go back to sleep after the incident that occurred last time. "Hn" he mumbled to himself and slipped under his own covers, praying that his sleep was a restful one this time.

The sun broke through the half raised shade as Heero got up the next morning. He had slept the rest of the night quite soundly and was ready to work the rest of the morning in the peace and quite that existed before Duo arose. Heero was quite pleased to find that, despite the fact that they were in the middle of the Atlantic, his laptop still got internet from a satellite that the ship paid to get its signal from.

The Japanese boy frowned as he found that no new information had been located on the target and instead did his own search of the ship roster to see if anything suspicious came up. The hours trickled by as Heero scanned over each passengers credentials and all the extra information he could dig up on them.

Duo woke, yawned, and stretched. His hair stuck out in various places which made him look heartwarmingly cute in the morning...er...afternoon light. "Morning Hee chan, what cha doing?"

Heero continued to stare fixatedly on his screen and the scrolling information it held. "Working..."

"Well I can see that Hee chan." Duo retorted as he got up and gathered a pair of black, cargo, shorts and a black tank top with the words, 'Who are you and why are you reading my shirt?' on it in silver letters. He made his way towards the bathroom.

Heero smirked, "I know, I'm not questioning your powers of observation."

Duo chuckled, "Ha! Glad you think I'm not blind, 'Ro..." Duo shut the bathroom door behind him and turned to look at his disheveled state in the mirror. "Wow, I look like I got hit by a bus," Duo said to himself and quickly set to work fixing his hair.

Ten minutes later Duo emerged anew and was fully ready to try to get Heero to pay as little attention to missions as possible, call it a mission of his own design if you will. "Sooo Hee chan, I was thinking that it would suck to be stuck in this room the whole trip, and it is lunch time and I bet my braid that you haven't ate anything so... wanna go grab a bite somewhere?"

Heero paused for a few seconds, "alright Duo, I'm almost finished up; give me ten minutes alright?" In other words, 'I will as long as I am not disturbed for ten more minutes.'

Duo nodded and made use of the time by carefully hiding his weapon up his shorts in a way that wouldn't chafe. The feel of the cold steel barrel against his skin was comforting in it's own special way and Duo wondered if he would ever truly feel safe walking around without one ever again. He guessed that he wouldn't.

The laptop clicked shut and Heero stood up and stretched, cracking a complete set of bones in his back and a couple extra in his arms and neck. Duo was impressed and led out a loud whistle in response. Heero blatantly ignored him, "Hn, let's go..."

The dynamic duo sauntered out the door on a mighty quest for all that was hot, fresh, and greasy.

"So the men failed?"

The young man gulped, "uh, yes sir, they did not report back to duty afterwards so we can only assume they have been disposed of."

The blonde haired man grunted in disgust, "and how many men did you send to do the jump?"

'Oh crap, I am dead meat in a can.' The brunette started to sweat, "Uh, my three best, sir."

The man's expression changed into one of a shark that had caught the sent of fresh blood. He was smiling but his eyes were completely cold. "And how many men did I ask you to send Mr. Collins.?"

So that confirmed it, he was dead, Blake only addressed his subordinates by their names if he was about to kill them. "Five, sir, but I just did not see the necessity in..."

"Silence!" He hissed out after which taking long drags from his death stick. "What am I to do Mr. Collins? How can I trust you to do the right thing if you deny my wishes? I clearly asked for five and you sent three. Therefore you failed because you went against me. And now the Gundam pilots know we know they are here, we have lost the element of surprise, three good men, and we still do not have identification of the second pilot. How can I be sure you will not make the same mistake again?"

The answer seemed rhetorical so Collins did not reply.

"The answer is I have no more use for you. You clearly do not have the ability to serve me. And this business is too highly built on security for me to let you go. You know what is going to have to happen to you, don't you Mr. Collins?"

Collins nodded his head, he knew. It was perfectly clear to him now.

"Good, therefore out of the good graces of my heart I will give you the option of taking your own life instead of letting one of my barbaric men handle to job. You should be very grateful, Mr. Collins." Blake slid open his desk drawer and pulled out a small, silver, revolver, tossing it to Collins.

Collins caught it and stared down at it, turning around in his fingers, feeling every bend and crease of the barrel. He took in a breath and nodded his head. Blake smiled his shark like grin again and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. "In there, where no one will hear you..."

Collins walked in a trance like state over to the said room. The door was shut quietly behind him and a minute wait occurred. Then... the inevitable bang was heard followed by a quick thump. Two men came in and immediately went into the bathroom; picking up the body that's face had a water fall of blood gushing from it. They nonchalantly dumped the man off the starboard side and then other men came in to clean the bathroom till not even a fingerprint was left of the man that had been alive only five minutes previous.

The gun was cleaned and handed back to Blake and everything returned to the way it had been, as if there had been no man forced to shoot himself in those past five minutes.

Heero and Duo sat down at a small table in the gapingly large dining room. There was a buffet so there was no need to rush or order anything. Heero wasted no time and got right down the briefing. "Blake is the one who owns the big room on the bottom deck."

Duo snorted at that whilst unwrapping his napkin from his fork and knife. "That sort of figure but go on..."

Heero continued, "He has a lot of men on the ship but no one else is staying in the room with him so his men probably all just guard his door from a distance or are used for offensive tactics like the one we experienced last night."

"Sooo... do we know what any of his men look like? Do we know the usual things he does on these things? Last, but probably most important, what's his marital status?"

At the last question Heero looked at him funny, his eyebrow shooting upwards. "What does that matter?"

"Well... because if he didn't come with anyone... then we could always just do the, 'invite me in' tactic, I'm sure it will work on him."

Heero had to pause a sec. to figure out what Duo was talking about. "You want to seduce him?! But he's a guy!"

"...Who likes other guys, Heero... not that uncommon..." Duo said in a wistful way that made Heero dare to almost ask one of the forbidden questions, namely, 'are you gay?'

Instead Heero just made a little coughing sound in the back of his throat and tried to explain himself. "I was only saying because it might seem suspicious if some random guy starts hitting on a straight guy. It would blow our cover if he's not gay and we tried that."

"Trust me; the guy is as queer as a rainbow. You may be the Perfect Soldier, Yuy, but I am the Perfect Gaydar."

Heero felt that the fact that he was being compared to radar that detects your sexual preference was slightly offensive but he let it pass in a quest to satisfy his curiosity at the idea that Duo could tell if anyone was gay. He smirked, "really? If it's so perfect than what's... Zechs?"

"Gay... well Bi actually..." Duo was wondering where this was going.

"Hmm... Wufei?"

"Straight as an arrow sorry to say. The guy puts on a good front when he says he hates women. But that's just all that testosterone talking, he likes chics."

"Interesting... how bout... Dorothy?"

Duo whistled in appreciation, "Now there's a hardcore lesbo for ya... and a dominatrix too. Glad I'm not a girl, she'd freak the shit out of me if I was."

The Japanese boy dropped his voice a bit lower, "what about me?"

Duo smiled at him slyly and whispered, "You don't need me to tell you who it is you want, Heero..." He brushed some imaginary lint off his shirt and stood up. "I'm gonna go get some food, you coming or you want me to bring you sumtin?"

Heero smirked at the obvious answer to Duo's question and stood up. "Hn, baka..."

Duo chuckles, "alright let's go then."

The next three days were spent shadowing Blake and his crew. On day three they wrote as much as his schedule down as they could. He ate breakfast at the earliest hour, eight, in the Dining Hall when no one else besides him and his men were awake. He spent about half an hour there, usually briefing his men on any unusual happening during the day and then went back to his room where he stayed till one in complete darkness save for lit computer screens. He talked on the phone, making business transactions and the like, as well as wrote letters and researched things on his many computers. At one a man in a suit brought him a large lunch on a tray as well as a wide selection of reading material and a different but always highly expensive wine. He read, smoked, ate, watched some TV, gave certain men orders when ever they arrived, and suntanned on his own private mini deck. At six he went out once again for a walk around the ship and then to the Dining Hall for dinner. He then visited the bar before retiring to his room where he got a personal massage from a different boy each night. The massage every time caused him to fall asleep at about 11.

With this information in mind, Heero and Duo finally moved to stage two of the mission. It was the 'invite me back to your room' ploy and was labeled, 'Lollipop,' by the delightful braided boy who was head of the op.

Heero came back to their room, through their balcony as always of course, and found that Duo was not where he had left him only fifteen minutes ago. This puzzled him, they only had about an hour till they were going to execute... 'Lollipop...' where would Duo go at a time like this?

Duo was actually tacking a walk along the almost abandoned dining hall deck. His thoughts were distant and scrambled. This was, of course, the most important mission of his life so far and he was wondering what would happen when it was all over. 'Things will just go back to normal again.' Duo tried assuring himself to calm his nerves. 'I mean, this is a good thing right? This is why you're a Gundam pilot in the first place... revenge... but then what will I become? If he dies then... who am I to say what's right and wrong anymore. There will be no just cause for killing any longer...' The thoughts just kept going in circles and the random memories of Solo's horrifying demise and his life hence forth were not helping. He clenched his fist together and paced back and forth. 'Get a grip! This isn't about you... it's about him... it's about Solo... it's about Shinigami... your own personally feelings don't count for shit on this one...' With this in mind Duo sighed and headed back to his room, to the mission, and the next chapter of his long life at fifteen.

When Duo stumbled upon Heero, Heero took one look at him and immediately lost his Yuy Glare O' Death. The look on Duo's face was troubling if not incredibly heartbreaking and Heero found himself spitting out, "What's wrong?" before he even knew it.

Duo stared at him blankly and for a moment looked like he was going to break down, but then he shook his head and just patted Heero on the shoulder. "Let's just get this over with..." He mumbled, forcing a strained smile at the Japanese boy. "Watch my back, k?"

There was a long pause but finally Heero replied, "Hai..." in a low tone.

Duo nodded and started walked, bracing himself for the things to come.

The bar and club were of the usual sorts. The music was pumping out in loud beats that seemed to repeat over and over. People laughed, girls danced, guys watched and, when they eventually got the courage, asked a dancing girl for a go together. The bar was sparkling clean and clear and there were spinney stools to sit on at the counter. The lights were low and colored lights danced across the ceiling and floor with the rest of the crowd.

Blake sat at his usual bar stool, sipping a gin and tonic and watching the dancers on the floor. They all moved to the beat, fast, slow, fat, skinny, they were all different, and yet so completely similarly dull. Out of the blue something extraordinary caught his eye, or rather, someone. It was a boy in his mid teens with hip length hair in a golden chestnut braid that caught the light as he twirled and danced with and without the crowd. He wore tight violet, vinyl pants that hung low around the hips and brought out the flashing amethyst of his eyes. His shirt consisted of a tight black muscle shirt that had a V shape collar and another V as cut of the bottom of it. The 'Vs' revealed pale skin that contrasted perfectly with the black of his shirt. His boots were black leather and he had on just the right amount of eye shadow to bring out his wide, indigo, eyes. His plump lips were colored a blood red. The boy was magnificent and if he wasn't mistaken he had a crooked finger pointed in his direction, signaling him to come closer. Blake was never one to turn down something he desired, so up he went, leaving his drink behind and joining the boy on the edge of the dance floor.

The boy looked up at him with long lashes leaving shadows on his cheeks. He was teasingly sucking a red lollipop which he promptly finished and tossed with prefect aim into the nearest rubbish bin. He tiptoed up to whisper in his ear in a sultry voice, "You're staring at me..."

Blake physically shivered at the amount of sex that was dripping off the boy's voice. He couldn't lose all control to this boy, however, so he replied, "Maybe I was..." The boy smiled at that and took his hand. "Dance with me?" he asked with an adorable pout on his face.

"Nothing would please me more." Blake replied and he followed the boy into the swirling mass of people which promptly swallowed the two of them. The boy stopped, almost plastering himself to the older man as they began to dance a dance of lust, as well as a dance of death to those who were so aware.

"What's your name?" The boy asked, and there was no way he could have lied to such a delicious question.

"Blake Creedy... yours?"

The boy smirked and then tsked at him in a scolding way that only an admonishing teacher would do. "You should never tell your name to strangers." He playfully warned.

Blake chuckled at that and inquired, "Then what shall I call you?"

"Anything you please..." he whispered in that breathy voice that made Blake's blood pump wildly in southward directions.

The dance soon became way too erotic to handle and Blake quickly stopped himself before he did something he would certainly not regret in front of a whole lot of people who would. "Would you like to come back to my room?"

The boy looked up into his eyes with concern and bit his lip which formed an expression of thinking that was a bad idea and that he was uncomfortable with the situation. Blake could feel his heart drop at the idea that the boy would refuse but just as he was about to recall his invitation the boy smirked and replied, "of course, I'd love nothing better then to spend the night with you..."

Realizing that he had been tricked by a mere boy of fifteen Blake groaned at the sauciness of the boy's alluring attitude and he promptly grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor and out onto the open deck. The sky rumbled with thunder and an approaching storm as they quickly made their way to his room, his guards watching from the shadows.

Heero watched in awe as Duo so easily slipped into a dancer of the night and seduced the tall and handsome, Mr. Creedy. It had taken what? Five minutes tops and even then Heero doubted that the man decided to invite him only at the end of dancing, heck he would bet dollars to donuts he had been planning on it the first time he laid eyes on Duo.

The Japanese boy closed his eyes. Although it had been fascinating to watch such a performance, it also brought a lot of pain to the cobalt eyed boy's chest as he saw the two dancing and, even though he knew it was only a superb performance on Duo's part, enjoying it. Thoughts kept on leading back to how it might feel to be in Blake's position, body's touching, hands caressing, voices insinuating.

Sighing, he once again looked up from his perch to spy at the two through the window when he noticed that the 'shadow guards' were changing shifts and that this was his one chance to slip inside the dark room as well. Holding his breath he jumped down and landed on the deck silently, darting over to the locked door and picking it as fast as he could, cursing his luck that he wasn't Duo, the master thief. After what felt like an eternity he heard the oh-so-satisfying click and slipped quietly into the room, shutting the door behind him. The room was dark, and so was the mood.

When they reached Creedy's room Duo wasted no time. Continuing his little façade for a bit longer, he languidly walked over to the big bed in the center of the first large room, rolling his hips a bit as he went. He knew he was getting the desired affect cause he could feel those green eyes burning into his back.

He smirked at his transfixed audience, placing one knee on the bed and slowly took out his hair tie and let his hair fall loose around him like a waterfall, like a curtain, like a bullet proof wall of gold and brown. Duo heard Blake gasp and stand almost of his own accord at the sight. He finally turned to face the man, sitting cross legged on the bed. He crooked a finger at him and Creedy started slowly moving towards him, almost like a vampire overcome by the smell of blood from its prey. It was almost time.

Heero arrived in the room just as Creedy was making his way over to the... Duo had let his hair down?! Impossible, he was extremely possessive of it and would never let a criminal mastermind to see it let along his fellow pilots. The Japanese boy was too awed by the sight to even care about this point at the moment. Duo starting to speak, broke his trance, however, as he watched the master turned puppet, Blake, glide over towards where Duo was on the bed, staring with hungering eyes down at the boy.

"You know..." the braided boy whispered up at the man, "I don't just let my hair down for anyone..."

"Oh?" The man asked, amused at the topic of conversation but wanting to continue with it nonetheless.

Duo grinned coyly, "Yes, in fact there's only one person left who I would let see my hair down and live to tell about it."

The man bent down closer, putting a firmed gripped hand on each of the Indigo eyed boy's shoulders. "And I'm him?" he asked in a whisper that might have sounded husky to some but to the two of them, was quite disturbing really.

The American cocked his head to the side a bit in thought. He grinned a positively evil grin up at the other and hissed out, "No!"

The man was puzzled to say the least, not only was the tone suddenly very uninviting, hadn't he just let his hair down for him? "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand."

The Deathscythe pilot grinned up at him and spat out, "you don't count cause you'll be dead!" And before the man could react in anyway to the statement, Duo through both legs over and around the man's head and torso, pulling him to the ground and pinning his left arm between Duo's knees. A quick arch of the back broke the man's elbow joint, and left him to scream on the floor.

Duo picked the man twice his size up and dumped him on the bed, tying him to the conveniently placed metal headboard. The man was biting his lip to point of bleeding in an attempt not to cry out at the inverted joint he now had. Slowly he cries died down to whimpers, staring wide eyed at the braided seducer who had now pulled a switch blade from his pocket and had climbed on top of him. Yes, he had expected to be straddled like this at some point during the night, but he had imagined the situation to be a lot different as anyone could probably imagine by now.

The indigo eyes shined as the boy cut Blake's shirt open and then did the same with his pants and undergarments, leaving him completely naked. Somewhere during his proceedings of removing the man's cloth's he hissed out, "You wanted to know my name?! I'll tell you, it's Duo Maxwell... I don't know if you remember me, but I remember you, you sick fuck.

Shit! This was the infamous Duo Maxwell, the Gundam pilot who had not one photo available of him. The expert in stealth, the Deathscythe pilot and partner to the Perfect Soldier, Yuy, which mean he was somewhere around here too. The American pilot obviously knew him a little more personally however. He said he remembered him, but at no time could he recall such a person, he was sure that it would have stuck in his mind somewhere if he had.

"What? I don't know you! We've never met!"

Duo scowled and climbed off him, the first job complete on his list. "Of course you don't, I'm just a casualty of business aren't I, Mr. Creedy? Of course a man such as yourself would never remember all the people you killed!"

Killed? Well, yes he had shot a few here or there, but he was sure that that was not what this boy was referring to. He closed his eyes, trying to distract himself from the pain a bit by running through memories of all the death's he had a hand in. The list would have been monstrous to most, not him. Suddenly and image of a dying boy, choking on his own lungs while a boy with long chestnut hair held him as he died came to him. The boy had large, violet eyes that he used to look up to stare at him in such agony and defeat, but he hadn't cared. The plague had done wonders for his medical supplies business, who cared what happened to the street trash?

Blake opened his eyes and stared at the Deathscythe pilot. "Shit..." he cursed.

Duo's smile turned sadistic as he flashed his eyes over at the man, twirling his knife on the surface of his palm. He strolled around the bottom edge of the bed and quickly snatched up one of Blake's feet by the ankle, digging his longs nails into the flesh there. "This is your fault you know? I wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't taken away everything that mattered to me! Hadn't killed all those innocent children! Hadn't fucking started the plague that wiped out hundreds of innocents and caused Solo's lungs to turn slowly to a bloody puss right in front of me while you profited from high medical supply demands!"

He paused to take in a deep breath. Thundered boomed and the rain started pouring down in great gushes, reflecting Duo's mood perfectly. The braided boy looked up sharply into the other's eyes. "You're the fucking reason why I'm like this! You started the chain that causes everyone around me to die! You're the one who awoke Shinigami!!" His tone was angry and harsh with an underlying tone of pure agony suffered for many, many years. He dropped it to a stabbing whisper, "And that's why you're going to die; the same way that you caused all those people to die... They couldn't walk!" He then swiftly without warning cut the Achilles tendon in both ankles.

Blake screamed and thrashed his legs widely at the sensation, but his feet didn't move, they couldn't move, they were useless lumps of flesh now.

"So you can't either... They couldn't talk..!"

"Wait! Is it information you want? I'll tell you anything; give you anything...just stop! Please!"

Duo just smirked at this and harshly bit out, "You don't understand at all, do you? This isn't about the mission. This is revenge... you're going to die my way, you're going to die like them..."

With that said the man could only beg and plead as Duo calmly cut the man's tongue out, leaving him to whimper and spit out muffled screams and mouthfuls of blood. The blonde man sounded so much different without the use of the muscle that normally occupied the majority of the mouth.

"They had scars all over their body..."

Duo traced random patterns with the knife up and down the flesh which now was very clammy and covered in a cold sweat.

"They died for nothing, you'll die for them." And with that statement said Duo paused... He stared at the knife, at the blood, listened to the wind and the rain, thunder rattled the window... He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in preparation. Quickly, without warning, he plunged the knife into the man's heart, twisting a bit to cause the wound to go deeper. The man coughed up blood in huge amounts and then slowly died with a face of pure suffering.

Lightning flashed, leaving shadows of pale light to play across Duo's face through the half slanted shades. The Deathscythe pilot started to shudder as he backed away from the tortured body, in a manner that could only be described as fear and horror. He was on the brink of something enormous, and anyone remotely intelligent could have seen, that nothing that large was a good thing to fall into.

The knife slipped carelessly out of its owner's bloody hands and Duo slowly wrapped his arms around himself that almost looked like a defensive position rather than for comfort or protection. Tears trickled out of the corners of his eyes, only visible with a flash of lightning. He whispered a final, heart broken, statement the corpse, "You, don't deserve death, you bastard..."

And then everything snapped...

Heero watched everything from the corner, the entire scene was heart breaking and most men in Heero's position would have submitted to tears by now. It almost felt unreal, the stage was so unfamiliar, Duo was certainly not himself, he was singing sorrows and lashing out like he had never seen before. It felt like a dance, a dance of death, a musical, preformed to a T by the charming Deathscythe pilot. But underneath it all Heero could feel it was much different. This was no act and certainly the Duo portrayed here was far more of a reality than the jester he normally was.

The anger, that hate, the agony and suffering; they were pouring off Duo in waves. Heero almost felt he couldn't breath the atmosphere was so suffocating. The rain was pounding and the wind was wailing and Heero watched as Duo drowned in his own sorrows and then he saw him shatter.

With a cry that could awaken the dead, Duo broke down. Heero finally shook himself from his unconscious stupor and rushed forward to catch the violet eyed boy as he collapsed to ground, no longer able to support himself. The boy, instinctively or not, immediately clung to Heero like a life line. The dam broke nothing could stop the wails and heart wrenching sobs that wracked the lithe body, the body that's only defense was to bury it's head into Heero's chest and hope that whoever was holding him, would protect him.

It was a defenseless position, completely unguarded, and totally exposed to everything. The Japanese boy could feel this; feel the sudden helplessness and the vulnerability of the boy clutching at him like he was the last thing in the world that was real. Heero knew that he needed the other out of this position. If left to wallow in this pit of despair then Duo could go into shock or worse, and it certainly wasn't doing Heero's nerves any good to see Duo like this. No, it killed him to see the always cheerful boy suddenly the saddest creature he had ever come across. He needed to Duo to talk to him, to tell him anything, or he himself would go off the deep end.

Heero petted Duo hair and whispered comforting words into this ear. He rubbed the braided boy's skin in order to get him warmer and when that failed pulled the discarded blanked from next to the bed and wrapped Duo in it. His shirt was completely soaked through with Duo's tears now and he was beginning to slowly feel the strain from the awkward angle at which he was holding the other, so he gently pried the boy's arms off him, to which the boy responded with violent shrieks and terrified eyes, and turned the boy around, leaning the American's back against his chest and wrapping his arms around Duo's waist and upper torso, blanket included.

The boy seemed contented once again now that he was back in the arms of his protector. He held Heero's arms firmly against his chest, as if to assure that they weren't leaving again, and let out a long sigh, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the cobalt eyed boy's shoulder. He was no longer crying but his body steal heaved up and down with his enormous amounts of air that he took in at one time. After a time of just sitting there and watching Duo hyperventilate, Heero was surprised to hear a whisper cut through everything that had just occurred. "I need air... sooo dizzy..."

The wind outside was violent and lashed about, encouraging the massive waves to rock the ship harder and harder. The rain came down in torrents, everything left outside was soaked. The sky rumbled and thundered, flashing huge streaks across the rapidly moving storm clouds that covered the heavens.

Heero and Duo stood at the open doorway of the room. Heero had firm hand holding Duo's shoulders from behind. The wind was whipping the blanket around the braided boy's legs and Heero attempted to pull it tighter around the Deathscythe pilot. The attempt, however, turned out to be futile as Duo began walking slowly forward as if he didn't even realize Heero was there.

Lightning flashed as the first drops hit his head. Duo tilted his head up to drink up the rain that was soaking his face; he closed his eyes and started lifting his hands to the heavens, as if begging for more. He laughed, and it was muffled laugh, an echoed laugh, a heavy laugh, one that is made during the deepest fits of insanity.

Oh, how delighted the boy was with the rain. He twirled around and drank huge gulps of it. A smile adorned his face and laughter echoed everywhere as Duo danced about in the storm. The wind whipped his hair and matted it to his face, his clothes were soaked through. The dance was expressive, it was emotional, it was chaotic. Faster and faster it spiraled around until finally, with a simultaneous clap of thunder and flash of lightning, Duo collapsed on the ground, his energy completely drained.

"Duo, did you know that God is in the rain?"

A memory that was not known to have been remembered, softly whispered the voice of Sister Helen into the American's ears and he opened his eyes. He looked around him, at the wet deck. Then miraculously, as if a hand had cut through the heavens themselves, the clouds parted, and disintegrated, leaving patches of night filled with scars as well as rays of moonlight piercing through the breaks in the clouds. The rain slowly stopped and everything was silent, dead silent. Duo watched the sky open for him, the scene was stunning. He sighed and pushed himself slowly to his knees, then his feet, turning to face the doorway where the Japanese boy was still standing, watching him.

"Let's go home, Heero..."

Despite the obvious fact that Duo was far better than he had been previously that night, he still needed to be helped to his room so the process was slow. The pair finally stumbled into their room, through the door for the first time, Heero supporting his partner in the classic, arm-over-shoulder, fashion. Duo had been abnormally silent but after all that had happened, Heero didn't blame him.

With a little coaxing and encouragement, Heero convinced the other to change out of his wet, bloody, clothes and into some clean dry ones. Afterwards, however, Duo was still a bit unresponsive and just sat there and stared into the mirror while Heero quickly got ready for bed.

When the Wing pilot came back out of the bathroom, he sighed as he realized that Duo had not moved since he had sat him on the bed nearly five minutes ago, he doubted he had even blinked. Heero came around the edge of the bed of the bed, and slowly, so that Duo could see what he was doing, began combing through the thick mass of wet hair that the Deathscythe pilot currently possessed. He started at the bottom and gradually moved up until there was not a single knot left in the boy's hair.

Now here was the difficult part, Heero had no idea how to braid hair. Such concepts had never seemed a necessary skill before, after he was severely lacking in the amount of hair needed for such styles. The Japanese boy slowly closed his eyes and brought forth all the different memories he had acquired of watching Duo braid his hair. Right over middle, left over middle, right over middle, left over middle, Heero began the process and found that it was much easier to do on another person; how Duo did this himself he had no idea. He paused to retrieve the hair tie that was wrapped tightly around the braided boy's wrist. Finished, Heero mentally smiled at his first braid, not bad, not bad at all...

The process seemed to have a good affect on Duo as well. The boy's head was lolling around in a half sleep like state and his breathing was that of someone at rest. Heero slid the boy under the covers and was about to make his way to his own bed when a hand shot out and grabbed him tightly around the wrist. Heero at first turned and instinctively glared at the perpetrator, but when he saw the look of almost frantic panic showing on the other's face, it immediately dropped into one of questioning concern.

"What, what is it, Duo?" He whispered as if, if he talked to loud, the walls would collapse.

"Please... stay with me..." Duo's eyes pleaded with him, the look having the potential to weaken many souls.

Heero nodded, more to himself than to the other, and slipped in besides his partner. Duo turned, facing his back to the other, obviously trying to give Heero his space, seeing as Heero had seemed too reluctant in the first place. The violet eyed boy couldn't help his teeth from chattering though. He lay with his eyes wide open, staring at the wall, trying to get his chattering and shivering to stop, otherwise Heero might leave, and then, he didn't know what he would do.

Heero started at the sorry creature trying, and failing, to portray that he was perfectly fine with the fact that he was freezing. Contrary to Duo's beliefs, Heero had no qualms with the noises that resulted from that, however the fact that Duo was silently, or not, freezing to death, he did. Sighing, he reached across the expanse of the large bed and pulled the shivering creature against him. The American gasped in surprise as he was pulled against Heero's warms chest, the chattering promptly stopped.

"Th... thank you..."

Heero grunted, he was, after all, trying to get to sleep. "Hn, baka... go to sleep..."

The Deathscythe pilot could hear the warm air brush the little hairs at the back of his neck, he could feel the rise and fall of the chest that he was so securely attached to, and he could smell the murky scent of the blanket's mixed with something that was so obviously Heero's scent. Duo smiled and closed his eyes. "'Night Heero..."

Duo awoke to the soft sound of Heero's breathing, and the small puffs of hair falling upon the skin of his back. The braided boy groaned quietly, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep, a sleep that was much less restless than most, Heero truly did amazing things even in his sleep. Speaking of which, the Japanese boy was too cute for words. Duo had slowly turned around in the tangle of arms he had woken up in, and couldn't help but smile at the pouting expression, long lashes on sun kissed skin. The bed hair that was in even more disarray from sleep, and a face holding an expression that was fit for an angel. It was of peace and serenity, something that was the complete opposite of what was usually portrayed on the Wing pilot's face.

Heero... the boy was magnificent, he took ones breath away... but he was also very isolated and found complexity in the simplest of feeling. Yet could remember the interior design of a building from one glance and, like Duo himself, Heero was very misunderstood. Whether it was because they both put on façades or because they shared many important experiences that one has in his life, Duo and Heero understood each other better than anyone. A single glance or a blink in a certain fashion could be interpreted correctly by the other. They understood the meaning and reasoning behind each other's actions and they knew the feeling of being completely and utterly alone...

Heero sighed in his sleep and made some adorable mumbling sound. Duo smiled and decided that if he was going to get up, he certainly wasn't going to disturb the heaven that the boy next to him was in. Careful not to make any abnormal dip in the bed, the American, slipped off the mattress, landing quietly on the floor. It was still quite early outside and Duo missed Heero's heat, he pondered for a moment before finding a course of action that would certainly warm him up.

Smiling down at the other boy, he gathered him up in his arms bridle style, blanket bundle and all, so that it looked like Duo was carrying a big baby. Heero groaned out something and cracked open his eyes, blinking them over and over again to remove the blur in his vision. The first thing he saw was the braided boy's head and then he noticed that he was slightly bouncing up and down, like he was being... carried...

"...Duo...?" Heero complained, he didn't like not knowing where he was going, and certainly didn't like being carried there.

"Shh, Heero, go back to sleep, I'll wake you up in a bit."

Duo's plan Heero definitely didn't trust, but he was very tired. He didn't like it but he decided to go along with what the Deathscythe pilot had advised, after all, what was the worst that could happen?

Heero awoke for the second time in a room filled with steam. The heat was magnificent, and he could feel the warm humidity collecting on his exposed skin. Suddenly the cocoon of blankets, which were wrapped around the cobalt eyed boy, were way too heavy and hot to be tolerable. He threw them off his person and stood up from where he had been laying on a marble bench at the side of the room.

He found a pair of his classic spandex shorts laid out for him. Quickly changing into them, seeing as he didn't know if this area was public or private, Heero began searching around for Duo. The steam proved to be a decent enough smoke screen, however, and it took the Japanese boy longer than usual to notice that the room was full of... hot tubs. Heero went and identified each one, trying to find the braided baka. Finally, in the last one, the only one that was turned on at the moment, Heero found the American boy, laying lazily in the hot water. The bubbles bounced and played along his skin, he looked quite yummy. Heero pushed that last thought away, although the steam never did seem to help his dilemma in these types of situations.

"Heya Hee chan..." Duo interrupted his thoughts by turning around and grinning at the other. "Come on in, that water's fine! Actually..." Duo sighed and sank lower into the water, "it's more than fine..."

Heero smirked at that display, "Hn... baka, I have no swim suit..." actually that was just an excuse to not get in the hot tub.

Duo chuckled at that, "come on 'Ro... ya don't need a swim suit, why do you think I brought your spandex, for the view? No, no I had bigger, better, plans in mind."

Heero groaned at this, he really didn't think he would like this hot bubbling tub of water. "Duo..." he bit out... trying to be intimidating and have the other drop the subject. The attempt, of course, failed.

Duo turned back around to face forward, leaving the Wing pilot to stare at his upper back. "Heero, I bet you've never been in a hot tub have you? Well this is a once in a life time opportunity cause neither have I till now. Now get your ass in the tub..."

Heero curse his fortune, how did Duo get him to do these ridiculous things? The Japanese boy reluctantly pulled off his shirt and made his way inch by inch towards the tiled hole full of water. It wasn't too late; he could still make a run for it. But Heero knew that he was committed now, the Deathscythe pilot was too persuasive if you asked him.

He sat at the edge of the tub and gradually lowered himself in. At first he wondered why people liked hanging out in water of temperatures that caused the said person to have limited breathing abilities. However as he got used to it and felt all the bubbles and foam wash up and caress his tense muscles and skin, he got it, it was nice.

Duo smiled at the cobalt eyed boy's reaction to the luxury apparatus. "See... told ya its nice..."

Heero closed his eyes and lay back, nodding his head. "Yeah... nice..." He was feeling a little delirious from the heat but hey, who was he to complain, this was heaven. There was a long much loved silence, eventually Duo began to wade around the small pool, dipping his head under the foam only to reappear and surprise the bejesus out of Heero.

An occasional person or two would come in and out now and then; more people were awake by this hour. Duo glided up over to Heero and sat right next to the boy. "Hey Heero, wanna know a secret?" The obvious sultry purr that the inquiry was questioned with made Heero automatically have to turn his head and stare at the other boy, whose eyes had dropped to sly little slits.

Duo took the Wing pilot's stare as a 'continue' and leaned in, cupping his hands to whisper into Heero's left ear. "I'm not wearing any clothes..." The shiver that the Japanese boy responded to that with did not go unnoticed. The Perfect Soldier groaned and sank lower into the water, eyes falling shut as he unconsciously whispered the other boy's name.

The braided boy smirked at the incredibly sexy reaction he had caused and swished through the water until he was facing the other straight on, he placed a firm hand on both knees of his partner and leant forward so that he could stare at the boy's lightly shut eyelids. The Wing pilot opened his eyes to stare into the swirling violet eyes that were different colors depending on his mood and atmosphere. In them Heero could see everything that Duo was trying to say to him as plain as day. Nothing could have been easier at that exact moment than reading the emotions in Duo's eyes.

And what grand eyes they were. They really weren't violet, or amethyst, or indigo, or any of those colors that people tried to describe them with. They came close but nothing could be used to explain such a mysteriously powerful tint, it sucked you in and never let go. It was a question that wanted to be answering, a problem waiting to be solved; it was Duo, purely Duo.

Apparently his partner had learned a lot more Japanese then he let on because he next whispered "Omae o kisu..." The violet pools closed and he could feel hot lips press against his. The feeling was sensational, better than any dream or fantasy. 'Gods who knew that Duo could make me feel so... wow...' Unconsciously or not, the Japanese boy let his lips slip open slightly, and that was all that the Deathscythe pilot needed as a 'go ahead.' He climbed up the boy's legs until he sat in the other's lap, burying a wet, foamy, hand into the chocolaty locks at the back of Heero's head and deepened the kiss. A hot, slick, tongue slipped past the cobalt eyed boy's lips and enticed the other's to come play with it.

Heero's eyes opened wide in surprise as he felt the, more than welcome, intruder curl itself around his own tongue and pull it back into the American's moist cavern. A battle followed, one that neither really cared to win, and the prize the same on either side. Little pants and heavy breathing escaped them both and when Duo finally pulled away, Heero's cheeks were flushed a healthy red color, the sight making him possibly even more adorable.

"Gods you're so hot..." Duo groaned as he slowly started to grind his hips into Heero's, bringing the world in and out of focus. He leaned in further, tracing the shell of Heero's ear with his tongue, let out strings of pants and moans into it.

The rhythm was so enticing, so wonderfully sensational. Heero could help but respond, moving his hips along side Duo's and creating more of that wonderful friction that drove the both of them wild.

Duo slipped a foamy hand in between the two, tracing and playing over Heero's lean torso and playing with his nipples. "I'm going to make you so hot..." His hand slipped a bit lower, massaging Heero's abs and naval. "...That you cum so hard..." The hand slipped inside the Wing pilot's spandex and grabbed hold of the engorged shaft he found there.

Heero's moans increased in frequency and volume as Duo made him feel more sensations than he had ever felt in his life before. He arched his back and Duo quickly tugged his spandex off to release the trapped equipment inside, never stopping his ministrations. Heero's dick felt so nice in his hands, slick and pulsing with need. He slipped his other hand past his own dick, past his balls, until it found its final destination.

The hot water done its job and considerably loosened the ring of muscle there. Inserting two fingers at once, Duo let forth a loud moan as he began moving the digits in a scissor motion inside himself. He didn't need to wait long before being able to insert a third finger, "Heero, Heero, feel this Heero?"

Heero was having a battle with himself, trying to focus while so many stimulations were affecting him, it was better than any drug. He tentatively forced himself to feel where Duo's fingers entered his body. The sensation was fascinating, feeling the fingers go in and out of the lithe body. "I feel it Duo..." Heero groaned out.

Duo's body shuddered at the intensity of Heero's voice surrounding him. "Heero... I'm... gonna...gonna cum... don't... want you..." Duo trembled as Heero removed his fingers and was about to insert his own. Duo stubbornly pushed them away. "No, I know something better..." He released Heero's cock and quickly lifted himself up and over it, letting himself get impaled upon the rock hard shaft to the hilt.

"Ahh..." Heero let out a cry of ecstasy, throwing his head back to expose his perfectly shaped throat. Duo was breathing incredibly hard as he opened his eyes to stare into Heero's, flexing his ass to better feel the throbbing mass of Heero that was now inside him, pressing against his prostrate. He started to rise and fall upon the cock, the pace starting slow and rapidly accelerating. "Duo, someone will... someone will see... oh..." Heero groaned out.

"Then... then you'd better make this worth it... ne Heero..? Cause, there is no way... I'm... stopping..." The water was rising and falling with the motions of their bodies, riding each other. The air grew heavy and everything narrowed down to the two of them, there, joined in the most intimate way, and loving every moment of it.

Duo knew Heero was on edge, the wild pace proved it, but he was too far gone to care to prolong it any further. Heero opened his mouth to let out a cry as he came but Duo swallowed with a deep kiss. White jets of hot liquid spilled into Duo's passage, as Heero hit his prostate harder than ever before. Duo shuddered and spilled out his own passions into the swirling abyss all around them. A sigh escaped the boy's lips as Heero's cock slowly softened inside him. He wrapped his arms around the other and buried his head into his chest, riding his orgasm out with the one beneath him. "Love you Heero..."

Heero opened his eyes and stared down at the head of the boy who had just confessed his love to him. It was the greatest moment of his life, rivaling the sex they had just had, it was pure bliss, and it was his. "Love you too Duo..."

The rest of the trip played out uneventful, well mission wise. The pair gathered the necessary data from Blake's computer and covered all traces of them ever being there. It was the end of the week and Heero was going to miss all the extra time that he had gotten to spend with his braided baka, the walks, the kissing, the meals, the sex, the pleasant conversations, and just the general freedom to express their care to one another.

Duo was feeling a bit jaded himself. The ship seemed like another world and now that he was returning to the real one, he wondered if it was all going to be real. He stood at the balcony, watching the ship docking; he could feel his Perfect Soldier coming up behind him. "Hey Hee chan... do you think this is a dream? Am I going to walk off this ship and learn that this never happened?"

Heero sighed and went to stand next to his koi, "Duo, this was the greatest week of my life, and I'm pretty sure it was just as important to you as well. The last thing we want to do is forget it."

Duo smiled at the other. He had never felt so happy in his life. "Hey, how do you say 'I love you' in Japanese?"

"Aishiteru... but because of the culture difference, we generally would never need to ever say this word. Love is a private thing... so we usually just say, "suki da" which means 'I like you."

Duo chuckled, "good thing I'm American then..." He leaned into the Japanese boy and whispered into his lips. "Aishiteru..." Placing a gentle kiss on those lips and then pulling away to smile at Heero's adorably, flustered, reaction.

The ship gently bumped against the huge dock and people began to get off. Heero and Duo left their room for the last time and walked over the long plank to the unloading area. They walked to the ground level and waited on an empty bench for a fellow Gundam pilot to come pick them up.

The sound of a horn honking at them, to get their attention, broke them out of their individual day dreams. Duo stood up and stooped to pick up his bag, he once again extended a hand down to his partner.

Heero stared at the all too familiar hand and smirked. He quickly used its aid to pull himself up but kept on pulling resulting in a deep kiss on the surprised American's lips. "Aishiteru" Heero whispered and then picked up his own bag and walked to the car, knowing that the future was filled with the one he loved and that he was never to be alone again.

Duo and Heero complement each other to the point of perfection, both the same and yet appearing to be the opposite. Leading the same life and holding onto the same dreams it was only natural that they loved each other. Just as it was only natural that the only thing greater than their love was the feeling of it returned 100%. Love was their happiness, love was the future, and the future had never looked brighter than after those days on a mission that changed two pilots' lives forever.

Wow... im done... jeeze that actually took longer than anticipated. I have no expectations to win this contest, I know there are far better authors than I. However I love comments... and I REALLY love fan art so if there is ever anyone who enjoys this fic enough to be artistically inspired I would love if their was a picture to go along with this...

Heh how'd you like that sappy ending? I hate sap... so that last paragraph was a bit stunning coming from me. And yeah I finally got to have my 'lemon in a hot tub' scene and my 'dancing in the rain' scene which were the two goals for this fic.

The inspiration, those stupid Carnival Cruise commercials on TV, I hope was a bit more creative than a simple mission to the moon ideas that we've all seen before... Anyway love you guys and hope you liked this fic. Duo and Heero roxors!!