Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine, it is Sunrise and Bandai and so on and so forth. The song is "Superman" off of Five For Fighting's CD "America Town". It is an excellent CD... I suggest buying it.

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Quatre looked his coaster with no cup, sitting on a wooden desk that had rings from when he's had a cup with no coaster and sighed. So much had changed once the Gundam pilots declared they would not fight ever again and destroyed their weapons. No-not weapons friends. Many had said that the emotional condition of the five pilots lead to choice of manner of destruction. No-it wasn't that... they couldn't stand the idea of killing again, and more than anything else... self-destructing seemed to damn appropriate.

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive

Heero glanced over his shoulder for the millionth time. He could swear someone was following him. Was he, the perfect soldier, really losing his touch so much as to not know who it was? No-it had to be a well-trained spy... Maxwell... Duo... The boy who had reminded Heero that he had a heart somewhere buried in pain. Heero had promised Duo that he'd do his best to find that heart so that one day they'd understand eachother... but Heero couldn't even begin to fathom why Duo would follow him.

I'm just out to find
The better part of me

Trowa glanced for the last time at the plans to the Wing zero. The way it transformed from bird to MS was what he was concentrating, when something caught his eye. In the original plan, there was a weapon Quatre omitted. A curving metal blade-identical to those of the Sandrock. Trowa's fingers traced the line of the blade, and his lips parted slightly. Sandrock... and... Quatre... His mind drifted back to the day they'd met... Sandrock and Heavyarms. Those two were well aquatinted before Trowa even saw Quatre.

I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane

Duo walked briskly down the street, trying to catch up to the boy he was almost positive was Heero Yuy, not the colonial hero, but the Gundam pilot. His braid thumped against his back as he walked-a familiar and comfortable weight. He was the Shigimi, and yet here he was, in love with the perfect soldier. Does the angel of death love? He wondered to himself. Has the angel of death ever spared anyone over the love he feels? Duo hated being a walking contradiction. He broke out into a run, cutting through the crowded street, and cried out, "Heero!"

I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

WuFei sat alone in his office at the Preventer's HQ, staring at an image of his lovely late wife. "My dear, how would you have dealt with it?" It was the loss of his home. It was the lost of his rival... in a trivial way. It was the pained look on Sally's face every time he said something wrong. It was that place in his heart that Nataku had filled... it was that empty place now that Nataku was gone... never to be revived again. All his beloved acquaintances... in pain... or stolen from him forever. WuFei wouldn't cry, though, he was too strong to cry. More like too arrogant, He mentally chided himself. He wouldn't crumble... Chang WuFei didn't fall down on his knees like some damn onna... but he was going to have a nervous breakdown if he didn't do something about it soon.

I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees

Trowa had made his home at the circus. Right? Right... I think. He looked around, and saw the people who took him in, took care of him, partially raised him, gave him a family... but who the hell was he kidding? Only one person in the whole universe was able to give him a "home", and that person was Quatre. He hadn't seen Quatre in far too long... even a few months seemed like eons in retrospective. He... needed Quatre... when he was with him; he always had a friend. He'd go see him, right away.

Find a way to lie
'Bout home I'll never see

Duo looked at Heero as the boy spun around. His cobalt eyes cold, looking at Duo like, "can I help you?" Heero apparently still owned that outfit that never seemed to leave his body. At least, he got new shoes... thank God. Heero finally spoke, "Duo..." He didn't move a muscle and neither did Duo. He finally launched himself into Heero's arms, not caring that many people were starting to look on to the touching reunion. They probably thought that Duo was a girl. "I've missed you so much, Heero, I would've died if I didn't see you again soon."

"Baka, you can come see me any time." That was actually a sweet thing to say, coming from Heero. Especially with the tone he was using... dripping with pain. He'd missed Duo too. "I broke your heart..."

"No, I'm just such a damn bleeding heart when it comes to you."

"Even Heero Yuy has the right to bleed."

It may sound absurd
But don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed

Heero had been told many things by Duo, but this was one of the hardest to take. Most of the things Duo said when he was chiding Heero were to the affect of, "You and your damn laptop!" Sometimes he would say, "I get the feeling that little hunk of machinery is more of a hunk to you than I am." And once he said, "Are you insane, Heero Yuy? You kill you sleep you eat you go to the crapper and do it all over again every day! Well, except when you decide that you can not let anyone sleep, and you go to your laptop!" That had hurt... that and the scared eyes that Duo gave Heero when he feared for his life under Heero's wrath... that was usually actually an attempt to be nice.

"Heero, I guess I should tell you- now that you probably know anyway... I-" Heero silenced Duo with a finger to his lips. "You don't have to babble anything out just because we are here now. We can go somewhere more private, if it is better."

"No, no, this is nothing big. I just wanted to give you my blessing if you decide to get together with Relena. I mean, man, you'd make a great couple, and I can't think of anyone who could compete for her love... or really for yours. I mean... you are so hung up on her, and-" Duo was choked off by his own tears. "Damn." He muttered. He was shaking in Heero's arms, and his lavender eyes were wide and wet-very wet-picture Niagara Falls caliber wetness.

"Is that all?" Asked Heero a little sadly.

Duo looked up at him. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"I expected you to say something else... like... 'I love you'..."

"Heero... but... why...?" Duo had stopped crying... he was probably too confused to cry.

Heero smirked at his little braided baka, and replied, "Even Heero Yuy has the right to dream."

I may be disturbed
But won't you conceive
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me

Quatre felt tears come to his eyes and cursed silently. Trowa's last words to him had been, "I'll miss you, angel." He'd never called Quatre that before, and the little blonde feared it was the last time that he'd hear someone call him that. He love that nickname more than anything that Duo had ever come with, or his sisters, or father, or Rashid, or his men... Angel... And then Trowa had gotten in the shuttle, launched out into space leaving Quatre to cry on his own. He had doubled over on the ground, on top of his knees in a ball, and his voice had choked out in sobs. "Trowa..." He'd whispered over and over until it hurt to even hear the name... think it... say it... remember it... remember him... But... he wasn't mad at Trowa. He loved Trowa and that meant that he forgave him for anything... but Trowa couldn't love him back... it was too easy that way. Quatre wondered what Trowa was doing just then.

Up, up and away, away from me
Well it's all right

WuFei recalled a night at the safe house with his friends when the air was thicker than usual. No one thought they were going to live through the next day. Trowa was ridged, never moving more than two feet away from Quatre, who sat "calmly" sipping his chai. It wasn't long before his shaking hands spilled that tea all over his lap. He whimpered from heat, and that turned into shaking harder, and barely able to clean up the tea. Trowa helped him. Duo was leaned against the back of Heero's chair, trying to draw him away from his laptop. The boy with the stinging blue eyes was responding more than usual, and Duo was saying less than usual. It was weird. Everyone was weird. WuFei thought about the weirdness of it all, and a smile spread across his face. The room went silent, and WuFei broke out into peals of uncontrollable laughter. "What is so funny, WuFei?" Demanded Duo.

"I don't know!" WuFei couldn't help but laugh. A moment later, Trowa and Heero joined in. Duo looked between the three of them like they were utterly psycho. He looked to Quatre for support, but the moment he did, high-pitched dainty laughter joined in. Duo sighed.

"You all are crazy. What a hopelessly insane group!" With that he wandered off to bed, but not before WuFei saw a smile touch his face. All five of the boys slept well that night, because they were able to loosen up. WuFei missed the simpler times. He turned to his wife. "You would have thought them all 'silly' and 'improper'... you and Quatre would have been best friends."

"Who and Quatre?" Asked a voice, surprising WuFei out of his little dream world.

You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

It was late, and Trowa knew it. He gently knocked on the gate, and the guard came over. "Can I help you, sir?"

Trowa bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I know it is late, but it is really imperative that I see Quatre."

"Mr. Winner is most-likely asleep. And anyway, I can't just let people in without any reason or clearance."

"May I speak to Rashid then, please?" The guard looked surprised at the mention of his superior's name.

"Who are you, anyway?"

"Trowa Barton."

"Why didn't you say so, right this way!"

About a half-hour later, a drowsy-looking Quatre was in Trowa's arms in the garden of the Winner estate. The blonde had been crying. And, he was crying again.

Oh boy, Trowa thought, what I've forgotten. "Trowa, I'm sorry, I just... I've missed you so much! I can't believe you are really here! Are you going to stay?"

"Pardon?" Trowa had heard exactly what Quatre said, but he didn't think the blonde himself had.

Quatre "eeped" and hid his face in Trowa's shirt again. "I don't know why I asked that. Look, Trowa, I think I want you to stay here for a while... at least a week,
because I want to be with you." He stuttered and added; "You know, to hang out, shop, whatever. Do you think you can do that?"

"Me stay here? I don't see why not. But, Quatre-"

"I love you," Quatre said, cutting Trowa off.

"Huh?"

"I love you." Quatre looked up at Trowa with those sea-blue eyes and said, "Truth is, I can't live without you. If you don't want to stay anymore, I'll understand. But, if you do stay, I don't think I'll be able to let you go again. It hurt too much last time."

Trowa's jaw was shaking as if it was trying to say something, and he was not invited to know what that was. Then, he was paralyzed. Quatre's soft lips gently brushed his. When he pulled back, Trowa knew exactly how to respond. He picked up Quatre's small frame and whispered, "I love you too, Quatre, more than my life. And even more than that, I need you. It has been so long waiting to have you in my arms." Trowa's lips fell on Quatre's this time; he parted their lips with his tongue and explored Quatre's mouth. He tastes like strawberries.

"My room," was Quatre's response. Trowa gave him a wondering look, and Quatre finished the thought. "Take me to my room, right now." He had a new look in those sea-blue eyes... and it was utterly predatory.

"Anything, my little angel."

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men want men to ride
With clouds between their knees

Duo looked at his outfit. He wore the get-up of a priest, but was he really worthy of it? He was Shigimi, the angel of death. But maybe he was now worthy of it, seeing as he was capable of love. He loved the true embodiment of death, and had no regrets of it. Looking into those cobalt eyes, Duo realized he had found Heero's Kryptonite, his Lois Lane. And he was she, or it (or him as the case actually was). "Well, then I guess you wished upon a star, because I do love you, Heero. With everything I am." He was glad he knew Heero's weakness. It was nice to know he loved a human.

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for Kryptonite on this one way street

Quatre and Trowa held eachother long into the night, and the little blonde woke up in the arms of the man he loved. He couldn't be happier. He drew little designs on the bare chest of the unknowing Trowa with his fingers. Little spirals, and stars... and then right over his breastbone, a heart. Then, Quatre repeated the symbol on his own chest. Deep inside his soul, something shattered in that moment. He's found what it was he was looking for, and now he was whole again. His uchuu no koroko whispered near silent in the back of his mind the feelings that he could now sense he and Trowa shared. "I love you," he whispered to his lion tamer. "My heart is all for you."

I'm only a man in a phony red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me, inside of me
Inside of me, yeah inside of me, inside of me

Heero's eyes lost focus. Surely Duo hadn't just said that, right? No way could he! Heero's mind didn't believe it, but his heart and mouth didn't give a damn about his mind and responded for him. "A dream come true, Duo. I love you too." He embraced the braided boy, and shared a quick kiss, before deciding to get out of the public eye.

I'm only a man in a phony red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream

WuFei had long since growled away the annoyance of Sally Po, and returned to consulting his beloved wife. With a sigh, he pushed back in his chair and looked outside. It was starting to snow. It was early in the season, but it wasn't too unexpected. WuFei felt cold, as cold as the snow, and he knew it had nothing to do with the damn heating system. He was so damn weak. He had wrapped himself in a red coat, the color of what he beloved Nataku wore when she died, and looked at the snow-fascinated. So damn weak. Before he could stop them, WuFei Chang was taken over by heart-wrenching sobs. Weak like an onna. Life was harder than anyone had warned him it would be, and he knew he'd just have to get stronger...

I'm only a man in a phony red sheet
And it's not easy...
It's not easy to be me