Welcome to a new story! This will be rated in M in later chapters and will be a Heero/Harry pairing. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Despite how this story starts out there may not be much a plot. I just really wanted to write a somewhat trashy story between Heero and Harry where Heero was a "butler." So really, there's a chance that this is going to read like a BL manga more than a plot driven story.

Chapter One:

Harry sat in the backseat of his father's sleek, brand new Ferrari F60. It was blue with a white racing stripe over the hood. The interiors was black Italian leather. The top was down and the wind played with Harry's hair as he whooped with delight. In the front seat, James and Lily smiled, laughing at their son's elation.

"Dad, this thing's great!" Harry yelled over the rushing wind.

James looked over his shoulder with smile. "As new as you can get. Never been driven until right now!"

Harry leaned forward. "Does this mean I can have the old Ferrari now that you have this one?"

"Harry," Lily scolded. "You know how I feel about you having your own car."

The teen rolled his eyes. "I'm seventeen mom, almost eighteen. You're going to have to get over it."

"Don't speak to your mother that way," James ordered. "We'll talk about you getting your own car later. For now, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

The man shifted gears and gave it some gas, making Harry cheer with delight and Lily laugh nervously. She wasn't as into fast cars as her husband and son but did enjoy the feeling of flying down the open road with the wind whipping her hair. So long as it was her husband driving, she felt safe.

James reached over and took his wife's hand, dispelling the last of her nervousness completely. She smiled at him and let out a cheer of her own, making her son in the backseat laugh.

"That's the spirit mom!"

Up ahead a street light appeared, glowing red. James pressed the breaks but the car didn't slow. He pushed harder, slamming the pedal all the way to the floor, but still the car gathered speed as it flew down the hill.

"James dear," Lily called. "The light's red, you need to slow down."

"No way!" Harry laughed. "Run it dad! Be a rebel like when you were a kid!"

James ignored them both, reaching in between the seats for the emergency break. He pulled it hard but it did nothing to slow the runaway car. As they drew nearer to the light, James laid on the horn, holding it down to make as much noise as possible. They flew the intersection, inciting honks and screams of rage.

"Holy shit dad," Harry gasped, looking behind him at the vehicles that had skid to a stop. "I was just joking..."

Lily turned to her husband, noticing right away that his face was pale. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

"James?"

"Put your seatbelt on," he ordered. "Harry, sit down, seatbelt, now!"

Lily hurried to do as she was told while Harry was slower to comply. James tried the breaks once more, desperate. Nothing happened as the car continued to speed down the hill with it's momentum. They were nearing eighty miles per hour. The limit was sixty.

"James, what's going on?" Lily screamed.

At the bottom of the hill was another intersection, this one far larger than the first. It didn't allow anyone to go straight, forcing people to turn left or right or drive into a lake.

"The breaks are gone," James said tersely, his teeth grinding together. Lily gasped, looking behind her to make sure Harry was buckled up tightly. "Are you both strapped in?"

They said yes shakily.

"Okay, I'm going to throw the car into park and hope to God it stops us," James explained. "I want you two to brace yourselves."

"Dad, you can't just throw a car into park! All that'll do is ruin the transmission, it won't actually stop the car!"

"I'm hoping it will force the engine to seize which will slow us down enough to come to a stop naturally. Now sit back and hold on tight."

James felt Lily grab his arm and managed to spare a glance at his terrified wife. He took a deep breath, once again laying on the horn to notify anyone around them to watch out. With a deep breath, James threw the car into park. They heard a sickening crunching sound and the car lurched. Lily screamed as the tires spun, sending the car into an abrupt turn. James tried to compensate but the wheel locked up. The brand new Ferrari flipped, the car rolling like a log down the rest of the hill. The Potter family screamed and were unconscious by the time the car came to a stop at the base of the hill.

*!*!*

Heero typed away at his laptop, the keys making little noise as he worked. His fingers were nearly a blur as with years of experience he could type nearly one hundred words per minute. The fact that his office was silent helped greatly and it also gave him pause. Heero's hands stilled and he looked up with narrowed eyes.

Duo was missing. And it was quiet.

Heero glanced at his laptop before sighing. He would have to finish his work later. He knew from experience that leaving his partner unattended for long would somehow come back to bite him in the ass. He grabbed his gun and holster and hid it before standing to leave the office. Before he had a chance, the door opened and Duo slipped in quickly. He barely looked at Heero before standing on a chair, popping out a ceiling tile, and crawling into the empty space above. Heero blinked.

A second later Wufei came charging in, ripping the door nearly from its hinges. Heero glared at the Chinese man, his eyes promising a swift death if he broke the door.

"Where is he?" Wufei hissed. Heero noticed the man was shifting uncomfortably and was barely resisting the urge to scratch his skin. Itching powder. One of Duo's favorites.

"I am not getting involved," Heero stated and went back to his laptop.

"Maxwell!" Wufei shouted. "When I get my hands on you, I will strangle you!"

Wufei left, slamming the door mightily. Heero sighed and hoped he wouldn't have to put in a request for a new one. He was getting tired of all the looks from the resource department as he requested a new door nearly twice a month. But with a partner like Duo there wasn't a whole lot he could do.

Speaking of, Duo moved aside the tile and stuck his head upside down with a grin. "Is he gone?"

"No. He's probably standing outside the door, waiting."

The man frowned, his braid dangling from his head. "You're probably right. Go out and see."

"No."

"Awe come on Heero! Please?"

"No. I don't want to get involved. This is your mess, you clean it up." As he finished speaking the phone beeped and Heero grabbed it.

"Yuy." He listened for a moment before hanging up. "Une has called us into her office."

"But Wufei's out there! If I go out now, he'll get me!"

Heero glared at his partner, who was still upside down. "Find a way." Without another word, he left the office, slamming the door shut in irritation. There was a loud crack and Heero paused, grinding his teeth briefly before continuing. He really hated going to the resource department.

Heero knocked on the door to Une's office and waited until her stern voice called for him to enter. Une was sitting behind her desk, her eyes skimming over a folder before her. Quatre was sitting in a chair, his legs crossed and a cup of tea held daintily in his hands. Across from him where two people Heero didn't recognize. They were young couple, the man had messy black hair and a handsome face while the woman had long flowing red hair and stunning green eyes. Both were drinking tea but their hands clutched the cheap china tightly, indicating they were nervous.

"Agent Yuy," Une greeted. "Where is your partner? I called for both of you."

The sound of tile cracking was heard and Duo suddenly crashed through the ceiling. He landed in a heap on the floor, surrounded by dust and debris.

"Here!" he yelled. "I'm right here, Une-baby!"

Heero and Quatre didn't even flinch at the dramatic entrance. Une's eye twitched and her fingers flexed, wanting desperately to pull out her gun.

"Maxwell, why the hell did you just fall from my ceiling?"

"I put itching powder in Wuffer's clothes," he said as if that explained everything.

The man on the couch snorted into his drink while the woman merely sighed, as though she had heard this story many times before.

"Fixing my ceiling will come directly out of your pay, now sit down. I have an assignment for you two."

Duo dusted himself off before taking a seat with Heero on the small couch next to Quatre, directly across from the couple. It was the blonde who spoke next.

"Heero, Duo, these are two friends of mine, James and Lily Potter, of the Potter Corporation."

"The toy company?" Duo asked curiously. "What's the jingle... It's a new thing, it's a fun thing, it's... something." He shrugged. "I don't remember the rest."

James smiled. "That's an old jingle, but yes, that's the company I run. My grandfather started it over seventy years ago and the CEO position has passed down from him, to my father, and now to me."

"Cool. So what can we do for a busy CEO like yourself?" Duo asked, pulling his feet up on the chair and sitting crossed legged.

James and Lily looked down at their tea cups and James set his down so he could wrap an arm around his wife's shoulder. Quatre took over speaking, his voice somber.

"Someone has made an attempt on James's life. Multiple attempts, actually."

"It started few months ago," Lily spoke in a soft voice. "The first attempt someone sabotaged the breaks in our new car. When we took it out for a drive we were in a terrible accident."

"Our son was with us," James's voice had a hard edge. "We were all lucky to walk away with our lives. Even now, almost four months later, Harry is still having trouble with his leg. It was hurt badly in the accident."

"He tries to hide it, to be strong, but we can see how much it still bothers him." Lily's eyes were downcast.

"How did you find out that it was foul play and not just an accident?" Heero asked.

"We had the car inspected. The problem with the breaks was clearly man made. We were worried but thought perhaps that someone at the manufacture's had made a terrible error. We didn't do anything about it and then..." Lily glanced at her husband.

"Almost two months ago, I was working late at the office. I was the last one there and decided to go home around one in the morning. As I was leaving, the automated security system activated without being told to do so. It's motion activated so as soon as I stood to leave, it turned on. It acted as though there was a fire in the building and sprayed fire reducing chemicals everywhere. I managed to dive under my desk and only suffered minor burns from the chemicals released."

"It could have been so much worse," Lily moaned. She shook her head and James pulled her close.

"You were able to determine the system was tampered with?" Heero prompted.

"Yes. Someone had managed to hack in an authorize another person. Only five people have access codes to my security system but when this happened, it was done with a sixth, unknown code, that I did not authorize."

Heero nodded, jotting down notes as the couple continued.

"Were there any other attempts?" he asked.

James nodded. "Yes, this one was the... worst in a way. It happened at our home. Someone placed a homemade explosive in my briefcase," James explained. "It was pure dumb luck that it didn't kill me." His hands clenched into fists. "I was in a rush to get to work and forgot it on my desk. My son, Harry, found it and brought it to work for me." He closed his eyes. "To think he was walking around with a bomb... if he had opened that briefcase or dropped it..." Both Lily and James shuddered in horror.

"How did you determine it was a bomb if it didn't go off?" Duo asked.

"My building has state of the art security so when Harry walked in with it, security discovered the threat. We called the police and they were able to disarm it without anyone getting hurt."

"How long ago was this?"

"Last week, Monday."

"These attacks would suggest it is someone very close to you who is trying to kill you, Mr. Potter," Heero stated. "Someone close enough to know exactly which car you were purchasing, how to get into your security system, and someone who could get close enough to access your briefcase."

James nodded sadly. "Yes, the police said the same thing."

"You already have the police working on the case?"

James nodded while Lily scowled unhappily. "They are working on it yes..."

"But?" Duo prompted.

"My wife doesn't believe they are taking the threats seriously enough," James explained. "Because they have been so scattered and far apart and there have been no actual threats made, the police aren't taking it very seriously. They're only looking into it as personal favor. And by personal favor, I mean a large sum of money."

"That is why we have come to you," Lily explained. "Your organization is in the private sector and can act more freely than the police. We wish to hire you to try and find out who is threatening my husband."

Duo and Heero nodded. "That sounds reasonable. We're not strangers to doing the police's work for them."

"There is one other thing," James added. "This person obviously doesn't care if they hurt me or my family. I want someone to protect my wife and son."

"Agreed," Heero stated. "It is possible the attacker will go after your family, especially your son, if the attacks are money related."

"Take out the CEO and his heir and the company is up for grabs, right?" Duo asked. James nodded. "Yeah, then you definitely want to hire protection for yourself and son."

"So you'll take the job?" James asked eagerly.

Heero and Duo nodded, looking at Une. The woman linked her fingers together. "I will assign Yuy and Maxwell to protect yourselves and your son twenty four seven. They will need room and board nearby, preferably in your home as close to your family as possible."

"That's fine except for one thing," Lily interrupted. "We don't want Harry knowing what's going on."

"We don't want to worry or frighten him," James agreed. "Harry is young and has enough to deal with."

"That could be dangerous," Une pointed out. "If your son knew the truth, he could be more alert and on the look out."

"That's exactly what we don't want," Lily insisted. "Harry's eighteenth birthday is coming up in just a couple months and he needs to focus on that. He'll be having his coming out ceremony and needs to prepare."

"Coming out?" Duo repeated in disbelief.

"Not that coming out," Quatre spoke, sounding amused. "It's a tradition among rich heirs to throw an elaborate party on the heir's eighteenth birthday to celebrate them now being old enough to begin learning the family business."

"Ah, right. Weirdo rich people stuff."

"The tradition is very important to us," Lily continued. "And we don't want Harry distracted. That's why we've decided he shouldn't be informed of any of this."

"So how do you want us to protect your kid without him knowing?" Duo questioned. "I'm pretty sure he'll notice someone following him around all day."

"Well we had an idea about that..." James admitted. "My son has been without a butler for a few weeks now. It's time we hired a new one."

"A butler?" Duo repeated, his eyes narrowing.

"As in a manservant," Quatre elaborated. "A butler would oversee Harry's schedule, make sure he attends any lessons or activities he has planned, act as a tutor if needed, assist in whatever he needs, and basically be responsible him."

"And bring him meals and tuck him into bed?" Duo made a face. "No, no way. I am not taking orders from some rich kid. I do not 'butler'."

"Harry is a good boy," Lily bit out. "He is very kind and generous. We raised him to treat everyone equally."

"I'm sure he's a great kid, I still ain't doing it," Duo shrugged. "I never follow anyone's orders but my own and I'm not about to change. I'm out."

James and Lily looked upset and Quatre leaned forward. "A comprise then?" he glanced at Heero. "Would you mind taking on the butler responsibility, Heero? That would leave Duo to take a spot on the security team for Mr. Potter."

Duo burst out laughing. "Seriously? You want Heero to be a manservant? Oh man, I will pay you to see that."

Heero glared at his partner. "The mission to protect your family will come first. I will agree to the terms you have set down if you agree to mine."

"Seriously?" Duo exclaimed.

"What are they?" James pressed.

"I will follow your charade but if at anytime I believe your son's life is in danger I will immediately cease acting as a 'butler' and reveal the truth. I will also reserve the right to restrict him from any places or activities I believe are dangerous."

James and Lily nodded. "That sounds find to us."

"Very well. I do not have a problem with acting as a butler in order to carry out my mission."

Duo shook his head in disbelief. "Heero, I don't think you realize what you're agreeing to."

"Very well, now that we have agreed to terms, I will draw up a contract with payment information and finalize everything legally," Une said. "When would you like Maxwell and Yuy to start?"

"As soon as possible," Lily answered.

"Very well. I will have the lawyers prepare the contract tonight and everyone can sign in the morning. Yuy, Maxwell, get your affairs in order and prepare for the mission. You'll start tomorrow."

*!*!*

Harry shifted around on his large bed and made a quiet sound of disappointment. He was so warm and comfortable, surrounded by his oversized blue blanket and extra fluffy pillows. Waking up was, to Harry, the most wonderful and painful experience in the world. The feeling when sleep first left and there was nothing but warm, half-awake comfort was unparalleled. It was his favorite moment of the day. But then, as he woke up more, the comfort faded away, the pain in his leg slowly returned, and the once soothing warmth became stifling.

With a sigh, Harry sat up, his comforter pooling around his bare waist. It was summer so he slept without a shirt. The teen placed his hands on his leg, rubbing it gently. Mornings were always the worst. After being immobile all night his leg was stiff and protested movement. He found rubbing it in the morning helped.

Movement caught his attention and Harry blinked, squinting at his bedroom door. He could have sworn there was a figure standing there but without his glasses, the teen couldn't be sure. He abandoned his leg and reached for the round black frames next to his table. Slipping them on, Harry looked to the door again, his jaw dropping slightly in surprise.

A man stood there Harry had never seen before. He looked to be a couple years older than Harry. His dark hair was messy, much like Harry's own onyx locks. His face was angled and well defined. His eyes were a piercing blue, like a frozen lake during the winter. His body was covered in a formal butler suit but it did nothing to hide the well-defined muscles and broad shoulders. For a moment, Harry was rendered speechless by the stranger's appearance.

Then he realized his own half naked state and panicked.

"W-who are you?" Harry demanded.

He attempted to jump out of bed in order to protect himself but his sore leg protested. As soon as he put weight on it, Harry collapsed, making a sound of pain. Before he could hit the floor, strong arms caught him around the waist. Harry stared up at the stranger in awe for moment. His blue eyes were even more captivating up close.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was deep and smooth. Harry hadn't expected it to be so husky. He blinked as the situation caught up to him. The man's arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and Harry's hands were pressed flat against his hard chest. His face turned bright red and Harry began to struggle earnestly.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go of me!"

The man did so, making sure Harry was steady before stepping back. The teen grabbed a shirt and shoved it on.

"Who are you? How did you get in my room?"

A knock on the door interrupted them and Lily let herself in without waiting for an answer. "Harry darling, why are you still in bed?" She frowned at her son. "You were supposed to be up half an hour ago. You have class."

Harry jabbed a finger at the butler. "Mom! Who the hell is this?"

"Don't swear, young man," Lily ordered. "This is Heero Yuy. Your father and I have hired him to be your new butler."

"Butler?" Harry exclaimed. "Come on, mom! Did we go over this already? I don't want another butler, I'm old enough to take care of myself."

"It has nothing to do with age. You're father had one until he was in his mid-twenties. Now stop arguing with me and get dressed." She turned to Heero. "Mr. Yuy, please have the car brought around and retrieve Harry's breakfast. It's out in the hallway. He's expected at school in exactly twenty minutes."

Heero nodded and turned on his heel to do as told. Harry pouted at his mother. "You could have at least told me," he grumbled. "I freaked out when I woke up and he was just standing there."

"I'm sorry dear, it was a last minute decision between your father and I. Now hurry or you'll be late."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before sweeping from the room. Heero walked back in and placed a plate of food on the bedside table. Harry took it, eyeing him wearily.

"So my parents hired you?"

"Yes."

"What, couldn't find anything better than being some rich kid's manservant?"

Heero didn't answer as he went to stand near the door. Harry frowned at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting."

Harry blinked. He glanced at the clock and nearly choked on his food. "Holy shit! I am so late!"

The teen shoved his toast into his mouth and dashed to the bathroom. Heero merely raised an eyebrow and sighed lightly.

*!*!*

In his whole life, Harry had had five butlers total. Well six, really, but one quit after a week so he really didn't count. His first butler had by far been his favorite. She was actually a maid and had stayed with Harry until he was eleven years old. Her name was Annabelle and she had been like a second mother to the little boy. Harry had cried his eyes out when his mother had fired the woman and swore from that moment on, he would never get attached to any of his servants again.

It wasn't hard to keep his promise. After Annabelle all the butlers his parents hired were strict old men. They were all suffocating and obsessed with rules and schedules. The last one, a man named Clark, had stuck with Harry for an entire year before leaving. He had left just after the car accident that had destroyed Harry's leg, stating he was in no shape to be able to properly care for an injured teen.

After Clark, Harry had begged his parents to stop hiring butlers. He hated having someone following him around and waiting on him hand and foot. He was seventeen and wanted to be independent. He wanted to walk downstairs and get his own breakfast instead of someone serving it to him in bed. He wanted to drive himself around rather than being chauffeured everywhere. For awhile Harry had gotten just that. But now his parents had seen fit to hire a new butler without even telling him.

The teen glanced at the man driving. Heero Yuy had spoken a total of two words to him all morning. Harry had tried to ask him questions but more often than not he had only received non-committal grunts in response. Not one to be deterred, Harry decided to try again.

"So you're pretty young. I don't think I've ever had a butler who wasn't at least forty."

Heero didn't answer, his ice blue eyes never leaving the road.

"How'd you land this job? Did you apply?"

"No."

Harry waited for the man to elaborate but no explanation was forthcoming.

"Um okay... where are you from?"

This time Heero did look at him but it was only for a brief moment. They pulled up in front of the school and the man parked.

"I will be here at exactly three o'clock. You will be precisely on time or I will come looking for you."

Harry stared. "Uh... okay. I'll just be going now. Excuse me."

The teen climbed from the car with heavy sigh. He had been hoping because this butler was younger that having him around wouldn't be so bad. But this guy was just as strict as all the others, maybe even more so. Harry straightened his uniform and made his way inside, using all his willpower to hide his limp. He didn't care how much his leg hurt, he was not about to let the other students see him as weak.

Heero watched him go and didn't stop staring until Harry was safely inside the school building. He then took out a notebook and glanced at the time, recording it. According to the parameters of being a butler, he was free until three o'clock when school let out. But because Heero was only pretending to be a butler, he had a lot of work to do. The Potter home had a state of the art security system but it was only active at night. Heero would need to set up his own equipment to make sure it was safe during the day. He had eight hours to get things finished. Not wanting to waste anytime, Heero drove back to the house, ready for a long day.

A/N: Not the smoothest ending but I'm tired and want to call it quits for the night.

If anyone has any ideas or requests, please review or PM me. I would love ideas for funny/sexy/intense/whatever scenes between Heero and Harry.

Ever wanted to see Heero dressed as a butler pinning a sweet innocent Harry to the wall? Or Harry shirking off responsibilities and Heero having to chase him down and force him to do his homework? Well just ask and I will do my best to accommodate.

Thanks! Please review!