| *blows trumpet* Ta-ta-ta!! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present�� the sequel to The Time to Tell! Another in the Yaritori- The Letter Series, and if you�ve read the actually letters themselves, then you�ll get the title reference and know what this one is all about. But knowing the plotline in advance never hurt anybody�� So I hope this one measures up to your expectations. Also, some kind soul pointed out to me that my timeline doesn�t quite mesh with the official one. So I hereby declare and invoke the divine ficwriter�s privilege to meddle with the universe as I see fit to suit my purposes. Technically, the whole series is slightly AU but we�ll all just pretend it doesn�t matter and go on our merry ways, ne? That was the good news. The bad is that it will take some time to finish this. So don�t get all mad if the next part doesn�t arrive for a week or so. Rest assured I am working on it; it�s just that the damn thing�s taking its sweet time! And that spring break�s next week has a hand in this, too��. I would like to dedicate this fic to everyone who sent C&C for The Time to Tell. *sighs* I wish I could remember you all by name and list you individually but�� I�m pretty damn sure that will get my thwapped and /or banned somewhere for taking up too much space. Also, a special RL thanks to Joi, who�s put up with my crap and whining longer then I expected. She still hasn�t run for her life yet, listens to me whenever I bitch *AND* she encourages me to write more. Arigato, Joi. Title: Our Tree 1/4 (part of Yaritori- The Letter Series) Author: Lady DarkAngel [email protected] Archive: Lady DarkAngel's Gundam Wing Fanfiction Library http://ladydarkangel_1.homestead.com/Main.html, Darkflame�s (if she�ll take it�.) and anywhere else is fine, just ask me first Category: Yaoi, sap Pairing(s): 1x2 Disclaimers: Gundam Wing or Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing is copyrighted and trademarked by Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency and associated parties with all rights and privileges. The characters were used without permission for the purposes of entertainment only. This is not meant for sale of profit. Any characters not created by those listed above are mine and hereby considered the sole property and copyright of the author. Anyway, I�m just a poor college student. So can I play with them? I promise I won�t break them�...much. Rating: PG-13 for now Notes: I am screwing with time here. Literally. Abuse of time zones, international date line (YES it still exists!) and other units of time. I did honest to God research on this and was up for three nights running. I will try to get it all correct but then again, you�re talking to someone who has trouble with analog clocks. Any and all mistakes��.. are relative and subsequently don�t matter. This *IS* is time were talking about here��. Warnings: Ummmmm, none right now other then the guys acting dumb and clock abuse. Oh, and minor language Feedback: Kami-sama, YES!!! [email protected]; any and all comments arewelcome like the sweet ego-sustainers they are. Duo was complexly and totally drop-dead tired. This last mission had taken nearly everything he had to give and then some. A solo mass-destruction assignment, he�d been blowing all the OZies in a two hundred mile radius up the coast of Japan for over a week straight with almost no downtime in-between. Luckily and somewhat miraculously, he had only a few scratched and scattered bruises on him, nothing serious at all. He was covered in dirt and grim but that�s what bubble baths are for. But at this point, he�d settle for a cold shower if it meant a chance to get clean. He didn�t even feel too sore or beat up. Just whipped within an inch of his misbegotten life. Even the usual sugar fix had been unsuccessful in boasting his energy levels. He needed real food and a nice long nap. Deathscythe had made it virtually unscathed, too. The worst part was the large burn mark on the left side that was over ten feet long and came a little too close to the cockpit. With some new wiring, gundamium plating, a fresh coat of paint and a good buff job, it would be good as new. Damn bastards had messed up his beloved Gundam but had done a sucky job. Death lives on. With bleary eyes, he checked his course. Only an hour and twenty-seven minutes to the safehouse. To where the others were waiting for him. To a nice long bath, tons of good grub and his warm soft bed. To peace and quiet, rest and relaxation and a good time. To Heero. <Heero.> Duo�s face lit up in a smile that neared its usual wattage, despite his lack of energy and his eyes regained some of their normal warmth. Just the thought of the gorgeous Japanese boy waiting for him was enough to clear his mind and stir his blood. Heero was more then enough to make him perk up. He managed to do what sucrose could not; he revitalized Duo�s mind and spirit completely. Heero just had that effect on Duo. Cleared the air, released and banished the demons that plagued him, and generally made his life so much more worthwhile just with his wonderful presence. Even after all this time, he couldn�t believe that he�d managed to catch the Wing Zero pilot�s heart. Capture his love. He was the luckiest bastard in the whole wide world and attached colonies. It was a miracle beyond his understanding but not his gratitude. It was a gift straight from Heaven, the answer to his every prayer, his wildest hope and fondest dream. He�d been granted his heart�s desire. Because Heero really did love him. With all the focus and dedication that was usually reserved for missions alone, Duo found himself the very center of the dark-haired boy�s universe. The most important thing in his life. One of the only things that truly mattered to him. The key to Heero�s heart and soul, the basis for his humanity. It was a powerful and humbling revelation, if not a bit frightening as well. Shinigami controlled the fate of the Perfect Soldier�� <Shinigami.> An old familiar fear raced through him, despite his attempts to squash it. Everyone he had ever loved had died. His touch was cursed, his affections were death. For so long, he�d believed that no one could stay with him. And history had proved him right. It seemed inevitable that he was to be doomed to solitude forever. Never to have someone of his own�� But then Heero came into his life. The indestructible boy appeared to be tough enough to shrug off Death�s touch. The suicidal bastard had the luck bookies pray for. A whole damn army of guardian angels have *got* to be on constant surveillance and even then they miss things. He feared for his love so much. Sometimes it got so bad that Duo would isolate himself emotionally and physically from Heero. The dumb idea that maybe he would be the death of the boy he loved haunted his dreams and refused to be pushed and/or blown away. And it sometimes appeared possible because in the heat of battle, Heero put Duo�s safety first and would often take shots aimed at the braided boy. He would get himself injured making sure that Duo was fine. It scared him that his suicidal lover was so willing to die for him at a moment�s notice. It was one thing to profess the willingness to die for someone but it�s quite another thing to actually try to do it. Repeatedly. And after every time, he would yell at his unrepentant soulmate about how stupid he was being and what a pointless gesture it was. Then he would close himself off and hope that distance would temper the fanatic belief that Heero�s life was worth nothing more then a token to be given up at anytime. But the Japanese boy would have none of that, would not tolerate such foolishness on his behalf. He gently but firmly told Duo over and over again the truth. He wouldn�t let any of the barriers the violet-eyed boy would erect keep them apart. He would not let anything that life threw at them separate them or hurt him. He was sorry he scared Duo but in his mind, there was no greater mission then to make sure that his koi would live a long and peaceful life. And he would wryly note that Duo was one to bitch because he did the same thing if given the chance. Wasn�t that how they first discovered their love, anyways? Duo took a bullet for him. It wasn�t the first time the Deathscythe pilot had engaged in such reckless behavior. He felt the same intense need to keep his lover safe, not matter what the cost. Heero was just a little more blatant about it. There were risks in loving during a war. They were fighting against incredible odds and it was entirely possible that one day their luck would run out. There was no point in lying about it. But that didn�t mean that they couldn�t try to protect each other, guard each other�s backs and make sure that their partner saw another day. Heero would tell him all this in a soft, gentle tone of voice and then gather him into a tight embrace. That soft touch reassured him, those strong arms comforted him and that sweet mouth made him forget his worries. And he reciprocated whenever Heero was upset over the war or his own stupidity. He would hold the wiry boy tight, murmuring nonsense in his ears to calm the shaky boy he cradled close. There were times when the strong mask Heero presented to the world crumbled to dust to reveal the scared teenager behind it. The Perfect Soldier persona had been growing weaker over the last year or so. The cracks that had started to appear on that fateful day were growing wider and more pronounced everyday, with every trial and soul-wrenching dilemma they had to face. Heero, unused to the feelings he was experiencing and without the support of the alter-ego he so frequently relied upon, was at a loss on how to cope. That�s where Duo came in. Giving the confused boy something solid to latch onto, Duo acted as an anchor in the chaos that was Heero�s emotional state. A maelstrom even *he* wouldn�t dare in real life, the only clear and focused part of it was his feelings for his braided love. Duo rested in the eye of the storm, offering to be the lighthouse to his weary traveler. They were good for each other that way. Heero kept Duo from taking emotional flight and Duo offered Heero grounding to the mess inside his mind. They were made for each other�� <Enough stalling, Maxwell. Get your mind back from the moon and where it belongs. Pick up the damn phone and let �em know you�re coming unless you want to get your back-ass blown off by a paranoid Chang.> Reaching out, he swiftly dialed the familiar digits of his koibito�s personal number. When no one picked up, he heard the soft tone that indicated that he had reached Heero�s vidmail. <The sonuvabitch musta rigged it to recognize my number and grant it access. Caller ID is a *good* thing.> The Japanese boy had been against getting it, and had quite a few good reasons too. Danger to the mission, too easy to track, unnecessary and superfluous to existing communications systems, yadda yadda yadda. When Duo had remained nonplussed, Heero pulled out the big guns. What if Relena got a hold of it? Duo shuddered at the thought of that harridan leaving her screeching nonsense behind to injure his poor love�s ears and her image terrorizing his eyes no matter WHERE he was and clog up his inbox with delusional declarations of obsession��. err, love. He�d considered it for some time before deciding to use his ace: they could hear and see each other whenever, even if they were half a world apart. The accounts were set up the next day. Snapping out of his memories, he gave the camera his sweetest smile and began to speak. �Yo, koi! Guess who? I�m all done and I�ma heading home. We�re staying at new safehouse, right? The one Quatre just bought? Alrighty then. And just to let you know and put that worried mind of yours to rest, I�m perfectly fine and Shini�s OK, too. No worries, Hee-chan. It�s�� ahhhhh��� He paused to look at the clock. The display was dimly lit and he gave it a solid whack. It flared to life and offered the time. He frowned at the answer and the nagging twitch it gave him. Now why did that bother him so much? Oh well�� �Damn clock says it�s 1:19 PM but it might be wrong. I�m guessing I�ll be home in about 8 hours or so. You don�t have to wait up for me if you don�t want. We can get�� *reacquainted* later. I�m dog-tired. Sa ya soon, love. Ai shiteru, your Braided Baka.� He blew the screen a kiss. After shutting off the comm, he glanced at the time display again. And froze stiff. Suddenly the vague feeling he had coalesced and smacked him solidly upside the head. He did a quick check and noted the damage it sustained wasn�t serious enough to account for what he was seeing. Just to be sure, he preformed a swift mental calculation based on the last known date. Yep, he was pretty damn sure. He mentally cursed himself out. How could he forget?! That day of all days, how could he possibly not remember?! He began banging his head against the display, believing that the messenger should suffer for the news it brought. It was their anniversary yesterday. Monday, August 8th. He�d spent their first anniversary out in the field, slicing up Leos and Tauruses instead of loving his Heero and basking in his presence. Their first anniversary, completely and pointlessly wasted. Now here he was, all alone on a bleak Tuesday morning, kicking himself to high Heaven for his stupidity and praying the Japanese boy would forgive him. Otherwise, he was a dead man. Well, since he was the Perfect Soldier, he would have to understand that sometimes missions don�t go exactly as planned. And that they have to get done, regardless of personal consequences. It hadn�t been his choice to accept it; it was important to the war effort. Deathscythe had been best suited to this operation and hence he was chosen. No options available for this little terrorist. It wasn�t his fault so why did he feel so damn guilty? Maybe it was because he felt like he had neglected his lover. Duo had promised to be there for him. And when it had *really* counted��. One of the most important days of his miserable life and he blew it in a dark, sweaty, cramped cockpit feeling less then sub-human while half a world away, his beloved was all by himself and probably mad as hell. To top it all off, he had utterly forgotten all about it. Maybe it was the exhaustion�� Maybe the lack of food�� Oh hell, at this point he was ready to blame it on jet lag! Ano, there was nothing he could do about it now. Too little, too late and now thou shalt suffer so. He began thinking about how to appease his more-then-likely homicidal Heero. In the end, he would be forgiven, even if it took years. But in order to speed up the process�� He would just have to get down on his hands and knees and grovel like the worthless insensitive jerk he was. No mercy for those who forgot anniversaries; that is an ironclad rule of dating. He would throw himself on his koi�s tender mercies and hope for the best. Heero did love him, after all. It couldn�t be *that* bad. He would understand�� Right? RIGHT?! Frowning deeply, he gave the clock one last whack. It spluttered and the light died. <Oh, that is *so* NOT reassuring��.> ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Heero was nervous. Beyond nervous. He was a near total emotional wreck. For a change, though, nothing bad had happened to cause it. Actually, not a damn thing had really happened yet at all. He growled low. And it was going to stay that way; absolutely nothing wrong would occur tonight. He�d planned out everything in perfect detail. Nothing could be left to chance. He�d waited and hoped and plotted for far too long to have tonight be anything less then absolutely flawless. This was the most important night of his young and screwed-up life. The defining moment of his existence. This was the night that would forever decide his future, make or break his heart, determine what fate had in store for him. The cards would be laid out and the line drawn in the sand. All or nothing. Because tonight�� He was going to propose to Duo. He ran over the plan in his mind for the millionth time. The American had left on a mission a week ago, leaving him plenty of time to prepare. Extensive research was preformed on traditions, required materials and the expected courses of action so no errors in etiquette could occur. Comprehensive window-shopping led to the purchase of the most desirable objects needed based on previous knowledge of established preferences. Locations were scouted thoroughly over a wide radius based once again on known tastes and once a suitable one was found, it was altered to meet his specifications. The immediate preparations began this morning and were finished mere hours ago. Preferred techniques and methods had been sought out, duly noted, carefully sorted through and only the best were finally selected. Everything was set up and ready within acceptable parameters; the goods were packed and safely stowed, awaiting final transport to their destination. All that was needed was Duo. He�d never imagined that so much work was required for a simple picnic date. The hardest part was making sure the others didn�t realize what he was doing until it was time. Suspicious and curious at his strange new behavior, the other pilots (Quatre especially) begin investigating what he was trying to accomplish. They claimed that they were merely insuring the peace by examining a possible disturbance to it. More like obviously prying into something that was none of their concern. It obviously wasn�t a mission because no orders came through for anyone since the American left. And it was taking up about as much of his time as a mission or Duo would. Therefore, it logically concludes that it was about Duo somehow. Since he�d made it *very* clear he didn�t want them to know about any of this, they naturally decided to find out everything there was to know, as soon as possible. <Damn nosy human nature.> He was aware of all of their efforts, despite how sneaky they thought they were being. They assumed they were being unnoticed. <Unlikely.> Subtle prodding and questioning had failed miserably, as he was being more tight-lipped then ever. And after the incident with the Browning stuck up Trowa�s nose, they figured out that the direct approach wasn�t the smartest of ideas. Surveillance and searches of his room revealed little information of value as well but a good deal of non-lethal booby traps had been recently installed for their voyeuristic pleasure. The tail they had established had been lost repeatedly in the downtown shopping section and had to be rescued twice from near capture by an infuriated Yuy. The damn laptop had nearly suffered an �accident� this morning when Wufei threw it clear across the room in a fit of anger when the cursed piece of machinery stubbornly refused to grant him access after over 7 hours of hacking had been the last straw. Luckily for all of them, he had declined to comment on the rather large scratch and dent on the other side. Usually that was an offense punishable by extremely painful torture and death, but right now he had more important things to worry about. Infinitely more important. But they weren't taking any chances and had run for their lives as soon as possible, leaving the house on the pretense of hitting the town and wouldn't be back until later. *Much* later. Which was fine with him. It gave him peace, quiet and solitude to panic in. He glanced at the clock. 6:12 PM. He hoped Duo would be getting home soon. He�d best start getting ready. He had only one chance to do this right. Your first anniversary only comes once, after all. The timing of this had been just too perfect. When he had discovered his lover would be gone for a week-long mission, only to return on their day, he had wanted to offer thanks to Kami-sama on his knees right then and there. But Duo would have thought that was odd and might have taken it the wrong way. But it was obvious someone was looking out for them. A simple mission, with about zero chance of screw-up or injury, that removed him for just the right amount of time. This was a divine favor, the ability to offer his soul to the one who already held it for all eternity on the day�� on the day he had almost lost his love. They had talked this over and agreed that the day Duo had been shot and he had confessed, August 8th, was the day to count from. Not their first kiss which took place a few days later on the 12th. He wasn�t really sure why Duo had insisted it be that way. To him, it seemed to be an unnecessary reminder of the pain of that near-loss. Much better to celebrate their initial physical touch, the time when their lips met for the first time. But his koi had claimed that the very reason he was against it was the reason to go with the first date. It would make sure that they always remembered that life and therefore their love was precious and to be treasured forever. Besides, it was when Heero had confessed his feelings and said the �L� word aloud. The violet-eyed boy claimed that it was confessions of the heart, not the meeting of the flesh that signaled the true beginnings of a relationship. And Heero could deny him nothing. So the first date it was and August 8th became their official anniversary. <Duo��.> The mere thought of the braided boy he loved with all his heart was nearly enough to make his spine melt. That smile broke right through any defenses he might have and pierced his very soul. Those gorgeous eyes had taken up permanent residence in his thoughts, and if he had any say in the matter, in his vision as well. The sweet and saucy demeanor he carried was just what he needed to help keep him sane in this war. The once independent and unfeeling Perfect Soldier was dying by degrees. The laughing idiot now owned him��. had for a long time, really. And he had absolutely no problems with that. Duo had been the one to make him feel and would be the only one for the rest of all time. Tonight would just make it official, that�s all. As he walked past his laptop, he noticed he had mail. <Bet not be a mission.> Scowling, he opened the mail program and was surprised to note it was vidmail, not the normal kind. He relaxed. Only 4 people in existence knew about that account and only one was allowed to use it under pain of Zero system justice. <Unless that weirdo got a hold of it. Then it really will be omae o korosu. Why did I ever let Duo talk me into this? Exposing myself to the possibility of that shrew�s horrid voice and face at any time she pleases?> Stupid question. He knew why. The promise of being able to hear his lover�s smooth voice and see that beautiful face when he called to reassure or to just say �ai shiteru� and laugh gaily more then made up for any inconvenience or torture that might arise. After playing it through twice (once for content and the second to catch the exhaustion evident in his appearance), Heero checked the time on the message. Duo�s clock was a little off but no matter. Which meant that based on projected ETA, he had only�� three hours or less to get it all together. Heero grinned. Perfect. He would make tonight perfect for his love. He�ll have a nice dinner under the stars and be able to relax. Then before he would drift off into peaceful slumber snuggled safe and secure in his arms, Heero would offer him everything. Tonight will be the best night of either of their lives. He set off to finish the arrangements. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Duo briefly wrestled with the key in the door lock and then staggered into the house. A glance at the grandfather clock as he stumbled past revealed it was only 9:47 PM. Not bad. He wasn�t too late at all. The trip musta just seemed longer then the 8 hours he predicted. He could believe it. Exhaustion screws with your sense of reality. But the safehouse was unexpectedly dark and silent. Very strange, since Wufei was a night owl like he was and was virtually guaranteed to be awake until at least midnight. Quatre would usually be yawning in the armchair in the corner, unwilling to go to sleep and risk the possibility of missing something. Heero and Trowa were always awake no matter *what* ungodly hour it was, and both tended to rise early and retire late if they had a say in the matter. So *somebody* should still be up. Especially since they would have been expecting him. You never knew if a Gundam returning from a mission required emergency maintenance or if it carried a pilot in need of medical help. Long missions in particular lead to human and mechanical damage that necessitated outside aid. At least one of them was supposed to be on watch when an arrival was expected, just in case. Armed with a modified first-aid kit and hot food if it was available, the waiting boy frequently found his services needed more often then not. Duo had lost track of the number of times he�d had to take care of a late-returning injured friend or had himself fallen into gentle waiting hands. But he saw no one. Heard no one. <What gives? It�s almost enough to make a guy feel unloved! Well, we�ll see about that!> He stalked off in search of some pilots, ready to give them hell. But both the living room and the kitchen were utterly empty when he peeked his head in. The entire ground floor was deserted. <Awww, they�re probably sleeping. Best not to wake them. It�s not like I need help or anything. I�m not that petty a jerk.> He trooped up the stairs to the bathroom, thoroughly disappointed to discover that there was no bathtub in this particular place. Oh well, an hour-long shower will just have to do! Striping off the sweaty and dirty clothes, he threw them onto the dirty clothes pile and grabbed some towels. Turning on the water and adjusting it so it was *just* right, he gratefully steeped into the welcoming warmth. A waterfall of heat surrounded him and he let the spray beat his tired muscles into some sense of normalcy. Duo sighed and relaxed for the first time in days. He would never get enough of the divine gift that was water. Never. Growing up on a L2 and having to go without it really gave him an appreciation fro the privilege of being able to immerse yourself fully in the soothing liquid. He would spend hours upon hours just relaxing and soaking his cares away if given the chance. Always one for baking the troubles outta you, Duo�s baths were legendary for the amount of steam produced per cubic-centimeter of recycled air. He always merged red as a lobster and wrinkled all over but completely renewed. The others scoffed when he professed that a staple in his daily pick-me-up routine was quality time in the bath, preferably with bubbles. They also constantly complained that the bathroom was unusable for a half-hour at least afterwards. Heero would glare at the billowing steam clouds and grimly state that his koi was more suicidal then he was; he was constantly trying to scald himself to death or asphyxiate because he refused to turn the heat-stealing fan on to get air. Duo would just laugh and give them all a sincere smile. It was worth it. The water was becoming a little chilly so he swiftly washed and rinsed his hair out. A major chore in and of itself, he carefully scrubbed out all the gunk that that built up over the week. He hadn�t realized just how scummy he�d been feeling till he saw how dark the water was. <Gross! I guess I wasn�t imagining it when I thought my hair crunched. Hair should not be crunchy. Hee-chan wouldn�t like that at all!> Heero loved to run his fingers though the silky fall of hair and he�d be damned if his koi would get those perfect hands filthy because of it. He made sure that his braid was constantly clean and sweet-smelling on the certainty that his lover would be reaching for it. The Japanese boy was simply fascinated with his chestnut mane when it was braided and when it was loose�� Duo rarely saw such looks of innocent wonder in was as the one that always lit up Heero�s face when it was unraveled and free. That something so simple, so ordinary, so�� *him* could please his cobalt-eyed lover so immensely thrilled him. It was worth all the extra effort he�d been putting into it lately like that mega-expensive scented shampoo, Aiyoku no Iroka. His Heero deserved the best. Turning off the shower, he shivered at the sudden cold. Wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing a separate one for his hair, he went back to his room in favor of finding something warm and soft to wear before he crashed for the night. He finally found an extra-long navy-blue T-shirt and some old grey sweatpants. It wasn�t gonna win him any fashion awards but it was good enough to snore in. Toweling his hair dry as best he could without the aid of an obscenely loud hairdryer, Duo pondered his options. He could go straight to sleep here in his own room. Which sounded great to him. Or�� He could sneak into Heero�s room, curl up on the bed with him, strategically position himself and fall asleep in his koi�s arms. That sounded even better. *Or*�� He could run downstairs, grab a quick bite to eat and *then* go snuggle with his Hee-chan. Best idea. Door #3 it was. When he was convinced that his hair wouldn�t drip like a mini-waterfall and leave an incriminating trail behind, he slipped on his house shoes and snuck off for the kitchen. (TBC��) Yes, I�m stopping here. I�m stopping here because here is where my inspiration and my fingers gave out. Give me some time to get it back�� It�s Spring Break and I�m planning on some serious nap and study time. The next part will be out as soon as my beta reader gets back with it. Lady DarkAngel ---------- Chibi Duo's Babysitter Moderator of Duo's Sugar Intake Keeper of Duo's Nice Rear-end Co-Keeper of Shinigami's Wings (with Meela) Keeper of Heero's Homicidal Intentions Keeper of Quatre's Teacup Keeper of Trowa's Mask Keeper of Wufei's Sense of Honor Co-Keeper of Duo's Chatter (with Tomanaiya) Co-Keeper of Heero's "Hn" (with Tomanaiya) Co-Writer of Wufei's Rants (with Tomanaiya) Leader of the Inspirationally-challenged Muses: Alisande, Rynvi, and Kiagara Co-Keeper of real-life hamsters named Heero Yuy (Hee-chan) and Shinigami Eagle Vision (Shini Eagle)(with Tomanaiya) Keeper of the Hit List Proud Owner of two sets of chibis: Chibi Angel Duo and Heero in leather (twins of Tomanaiya's) and Chibi Angel Duo and Heero in black flight gear with stripes from the final GW episodes Acting GOD in Charge of The Anime Muse Adopiton Center and WSCT of the AMAC Proud member of SDDI, the Society of Defending Duo's Intelligence Member of the Society Against the Complete Bastardization of Heero Yuy Occupant of the Happy Hentai House Master Hacker of the Shinigami Organization Assistant Mob Psychologist for the Shinigami Organization Founding Member of Saa-EEP!!! 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