Archivist's note: This story was inspired by the pose in this picture by toniq.

Duo, as usual, was acting as if there wasn't a war going on and across the water there wasn't a military base and they weren't going to destroy the base with their Gundams. No, Heero internally corrected, he was going to annihilate the base.

With a careful and dutiful eyes, Heero had kept watch on the other Gundam pilot. How he laughed, how he talked, how he was exceedingly affectionate. Heero disapproved of that, but carefully wrote it down in his Duo blog.

In a short period of time, Heero had gathered a vast amount of information of Duo. Now, Heero realised, he would have to add: Skilled at basketball.

Duo knew how to defend, but was best at sudden offensive actions. He appeared out of no where to steal a ball out of someone's grasp, shooting a basket, before being surrounded by a bevy of other boys, all clapping him on the back.

Heero narrowed his eyes. Was that boy... the one with the too smooth smile and the slicked back hair, coming on to Duo?

It was hardly his business, but... Heero frowned. There was a war going on! Heero wasn't dependant on Duo, but he did realise that if there was one less Gundam pilot, the mission would not be completed in due haste.

Stepping closer to Duo, Heero glared at the other boy intensely. Duo laughed at the other boy's joke. Heero inched his way closer to Duo, his eyes never varying in their sheer loathing, never leaving the other boy.

With a yell and a grin, Duo greets him. Heero feels triumph at that peace can be achieved more quickly. There is also this other feeling...

A smug smirk crosses his face, as he watches Duo run ahead, his braid swinging back and forth, touching his backside.