Disclaimer: What do you think??? Owning Gundam Wing is just a sad dream for me.

Note: I hope you peeps like the fic. I have no life, just to let you know. ENJOY!!!

*He, he, he!!! Duos point of view. Hmph, now that is what I call a life.

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I woke up to the cool air that smoothed over my now cold body. Damn thin comforter!!! Luckily the morning rays didn�t seep through the curtains, because then I would be in a real pissed off mode. I�m not a morning person, can�t you tell.

I looked up at the clock which read 9:48 a.m., in glowing red letters. I guess that�s better then waking up at 2:30 in the morning again, Ne?.

As I shifted my gaze from the clock, I took in my surroundings. I noticed a hard wood chair that sat next to my bed. But that is not what really grabbed my attention. It was the blond hair that poked out of a over sized quilt that sat on it.

I took a moment just to stare at Quatre�s sleeping form. I kind of feel bad for him. Cause, there is no way that he is not going to wake up with out a cramp. The things that boy does for people. I shook my head at that.

As I turned away my stare from Quatre, I took in the rest of the small room. The walls where painted a pine green. But at the corners, where some of the rooms paint had chipped, it proved the room use to be a Hazel color. The ceiling looked to be at least 20 years of with out washing. Water spots grazed all along the supposed white area. And the Maroon colored carpet definitely needed a good sweeping, badly.

There was a desk that sat under the window. One of its legs where missing and it was being leveled by two thin books. A green lamp that *almost* matched the walls rested on top of the broken piece of furniture. Green curtains hung loosely over the window. Surprisingly, unlike the green lamp that was too dark, they where a perfect match of the colored walls.

A chest of drawers sat next to the right side of my bed, as the night stand sat next to the other.

To sum it all up, the room looked like shit. But still, I have stayed in worse.

I heard a low yawn coming from under the quilt. A head of blond hair soon followed. Then two sea blue/green eyes slowly opened. A smile broke out on his tired face.

"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Duo! How are you feeling?" His usual high pitched voice was low and husky from sleep.

" I�m fine. I feel a lot better compared to before." Which was true. It seems a lot of the pain I felt earlier this morning had disappeared.

"You know, you didn�t have to stay with me all night. I am a big boy." He smiled at me. I was feeling kind of guilty that the poor boy had to stay with me through the whole night. I am not stupid. I know that I am not the quietest sleeper in the world. That is why I usually get bunked by myself.

"Hmph, I know. I just wanted to be safe." Quatre, always the most caring of the group.

As he took a look over at the clock, he spoke. "Duo, you must be starving. You haven�t eaten for about 19 hours." At that, my stomach growled. I had to fight off a small blush that was trying to creep its way across my cheeks.

"Yea, food does sound good." I gave him the famous �Duo Maxwell� grin.

"Ok, I will bring up breakfast for you."

"Quatre, I may have a hole in me, but that doesn�t mean I�m crippled." He gave a skeptical look at me. I just kept on smiling. After a few moments of silence, he gave a loud sigh and a nod. Which in other words, meant his defeat. Yes!!! I am so good.

"Fine, I will help you up."

Well, it turned out that he was the one that needed the help up.

I popped my head over the side of the cheap wood frame of my bed. With a chuckle, I looked down.

"Killer cramps, Ne?"

A muffled "Aa." was my answer.

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Quatre and I entered the kitchen/dinning room about two hours latter. Hey, I had to get a shower and clean my hair. Let me tell you something, getting dried blood and a mixture of other unknown substances out of hair as long as mine is not an easy task. And also re-braiding it does take time.

I could smell the scent of eggs and some bacon. I guess that meant Trowa had cooked breakfast today. He claims he always had his cooking skills, but we all know that Catherine played a large part in the �always cooking skills�. I personally think it is just something Trowa says to impress Quatre. But that is just my opinion. Well, and Heero�s, Wufei�s, Sally�s, and who ever else watches Trowa gloat about it.

"Oi, good morning everyone," I said in a sing song voice, after Quatre gently placed me in a seat at the table where Heero and Wufie sat at. I got a �hmph�, a "Quatre, not while I�m cooking," and the taping of the devils computer keys, for a greeting.

"So, what are we having for breakfast this morning?" Wufei placed his news paper down onto the table and just stared at me. I, of course, just stared back. This continued on for a few minutes. Both oblivious of the giggles and tapping of keys around us.

"Ha, you blinked first." I said, highly proud of my self. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Maxwell, shouldn�t you be in bed?" he said matter-of-factly.

"Shouldn�t you be with Sally?" I said mockingly. I was rewarded with a light blush and a grumbled "At least I have someone," as he turned back to his news paper.

At that, I could feel my self growing a tad bit depressed. God, I hate it when he ruins my good modes. But to face the fact, it was true. With a low sigh I whispered. "True, very true." It wasn�t suppose to be heard by anyone but my self, but, I had a feeling Heero caught it. His keys slowed for a moment, then went back to there normal pace.

At that moment, breakfast was served. I was taken back at what was placed in front of me. Where was the real food? WHERE WAS MY COFFEE?

Instead, it was some kind of pinkish stuff in a little cup, and some flaky mushy stuff in a bowl. Defiantly something I have never seen before.

"What the hell is this?"

With a slight twitch of the lips and a tinge of amusement in his voice, Trowa replied "Your breakfast." Oh, of course, my breakfast. I knew that.

With a huff I looked at him straight in the *eye,* " This is a monkeys breakfast."

"Well monkey, then eat up," Wufei said, his voice high with amusement. I glared over at him, but all I got was a look at the front page news.

I turned my �Wufei death glare� back to Trowa. " Trowa, what is this." The way I said it, made the question more like a answer-or-die question.

With a loud sigh, he looked down at my *breakfast*, then back up at me. " Duo, it is good for you, just eat it." I could hear the annoyance in his tone. He then took his seat next to Quatre at the small table. I didn�t get it. If it was so good for me, then why aren�t the other guys eating it? Hmph???

I looked back down at my *breakfast* and picked up a spoon. I am going to regret this. I shoved the spoon in the flaky mushy stuff, and shoved it in mouth. And with a forceful swallow, it plopped down in my tummy.

O-yea, I was going to regret it. My stomach really didn�t seem to agree with me. I stood up, knocking my chair over, and ran up the stairs. Lets just say I was going to become better friends with the toilet.

As I left the room, I just barley missed Quatre�s question to Trowa.

"Trowa, I thought you said it was just some old style American yogurt and oatmeal?"

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Quatre poked his head through the door way of the cramped bathroom. I didn�t really

have anything to puke in the toilet, so I just sat there staring at the tub of toilet water. I really didn�t feel like talking to Quatre. I am like that sometimes. Want to talk, on. Want to be left alone, off. Almost like a switch. Right now, I was on the off. But I smiled up at him any ways. I have a image to keep up, you know.

" Duo, did you really think it was that bad?" Oh on, I must have upset the wholly cook of the uni-bang circus world. I am a dead man.

I turned to him to answer, but his face went from questioning to concern when I did. I had no clue of what he was looking at until he pointed to my white shirt. I looked down to see blood grace the front of it. My blood, to grace the front of it.

I could feel the sting that told me of a fresh cut. It looked like some of my stitches had come loose. Why-oh-why me???

I heard once that until you notice something wrong with you, you wont feel anything. I guess that proved to be a true statement.

"Duo, you got to learn to take more care of you self." Quatre walked over to the closet on the side wall and opened it. He pulled out a Mauve colored towel and through it at me.

"Put some pressure on it, that should stop the bleeding." Sometimes I swear he miss takes me for a five year old.

"Thanks man." He helped me get up and we walk back to my room. He had a few stitches to fix. Ekk!!!