"This is fundamentally wrong..."

"Mmm hmmm..."

"And vindictive..."

"Yeah..."

"And evil..."

"So?"

"I bow before you Ro-chan. I am not worthy!"

She was purple from head to heels, her eyes blazing death she snarled one question, "Where is the window-licker and that crack-baby?"

"Praise the Lord and Pass the AMMO!" Rowan shrieked.

'Now...' Tech thought, 'how do I explain my resurrection to the pilots that spent the first war trying to stop me?'

His name? His name...

Was Wufei.

.……

Yes Duo, Wufei, Wufei.

After lunch, Quatre, acting rather unlike himself, left the dishes on the table and helped Duo drag Trowa towards the living room.

“No interruptions! Keep talking! Keep talking!” Quatre urged as they shuffled Trowa over the couch.

As soon as his watch hit five, Duo rushed out of his office to gather up the others, not stopping to let Quatre ‘just do one more thing’ or Trowa finish his ‘very important meeting’...

‘What lame excuses...’ Duo thought as he dragged Trowa out of a board meeting.

"You are not my father, Heero. You can't tell me what I can and cannot do!"

"No, but I am your bodyguard, and head of security, and it is my job to keep you safe. I can keep you from doing this, if I feel it's a threat to your safety."

Relena stared at him incredulously. "Heero. It's Duo. If I were going out with a complete stranger, I'd understand your reluctance to let me go. But it's Duo!"

"After all, you two have been spending an awful lot of time with each other, and Hilde sure seems to have a lot to say about you!"

Heero's defenses dropped ever-so-slightly. "She...talks about me?"

Duo's grin widened. "Sure! Isn't that what all girlfriends do? Talk about their boyfriends?"

Heero's face contorted. "We are not a couple, Maxwell."

"Ooh, we've moved on to last names, have we? I feel so honored."

"So make a big scene in some public place!"

"I don't like making a display of myself!"

"Yeah but I'm starting to think you like Relena a whole lot less."

"…A big scene, like…breaking a table in a restaurant with my fists?"

"(Sigh.) Yeah, I guess that might work. You can throw in a lot of yelling too."

"There certainly was a lot of yelling, though I didn't stick around for it."

"Wh-what?"

"Restaurant. Political rally. Ran out of chairs."

"…and so you broke a table?" Damn, his temper has not improved!

"She tried to sit on my lap. I swear Duo that if that smile actually reaches your lips, I'll break your spine as easily as that goddamn table."

"I've been thinking maybe you're right. I am violent, I probably do have problems." Duo exploded into a fit of laughter that nearly knocked him off his chair and made the candle on the next table over go out. Much to the relief of the patrons there who took advantage of the sudden darkness to make a run for the door.

"You've always said that you would take care of me, help me through my issues. Steady me. Well Duo needs steadying too," Duo had added a napkin to the puppet show. Apparently his braid puppet was trying to strangle it. "As his old partner and best friend, I'm glad to help him. But it would be nice if you could show me how it's supposed to be done, and maybe help us both for a few days. Right, Duo?"

Duo was looking at his braid's end fixedly. "Pretty…" he whispered.