Pairing: DuoxHeero, because I can. With a nice refreshing side of TrowaxQuatre and TreizexZechs, also because I can.

Warning: Yaoi, because that's the only shit I write. Cursing because sometimes it's good to say Fuck, please don't go telling this to your parents…I don't want to get in trouble now…Relena bashing. Miniscule and in good humor Quatre teasing, perverted jokes, ass grabbing, OOCness and Zechs. (Zechs is special. He gets his own warning.)

Disclaimer: Since I'm supposed to state the horrendously painfully obvious fact that I own about enough to buy me a 5 cent pack of Ramen it's safe to say I don't own any of these things!

Duo

Fuck is a very wonderful word. It really is. Now I'm not just saying that to be vulgar folks. I'm just not that type of guy. But really. The word 'fuck' describes a bad situation perfectly! So naturally when I woke up from my throwing myself at my bed at three in the morning and I found myself waking up in a bed that wasn't mine, the feeling that word was needed simply sprung up in the tangible words of: "Where the fuck am I?" The sound of my voice…Well didn't sound like mine. It felt weird coming off my throat and I sat up, glancing around the room, noting the bleakness and lack of human touch. I shook my head to snap myself out of my haze, realizing my head felt sooo much lighter than before…I didn't like that one damn bit.

I reached behind my head to find the short strands of hair brushing against my arm. I resisted the urge to scream like a girl and die in a corner. My long hair, long enough to brush against my thighs when undone, my beautifully well-groomed hair…was not there! And no that was not and intentional rhyme.

Though I wanted to do as mention…I didn't. I hopped out of the bed and, on the verge of panicking, grabbed for my discarded clothes to redress and march my happy ass down stairs so everyone could tell me I was hallucinating and going crazy.

A moment of realization followed: "Wait a minute…I never changed out of my clothes last night!" I said to no one in particular, save myself really. I held up the offending garment that was the target of my foregoing insanity. I studied them over for a moment…These were… "These are Heero's clothes!? Then…I'm in his room!? Oh well…he's gonna kill me! For real this time!"

Having no other option. I put his clothes on. Noting just how weird my body felt. It just…I don't know, it felt different. I didn't bother with his shoes…that would piss him off even more. Not that I feared the guy or anything. I mean, yeah I don't wanna piss him off; but it's not because I'm afraid of him! Hell I laugh at death! I ain't afraid of death…I just don't want him to be holding the torture device you know? Salt on the wound if you catch my drift, which you most likely don't. So don't worry about it.

I passed his bathroom, and on an impulse I walked in. Actually I was kinda curious to see if he actually had anything in there. You know Mister 'my Mission is my brother, sister, mother, father, lover, friend and some kind of paganistic god that only I, Heero Yuy, can worship!' Gotta love the guy, but man…I have missions too…Yet I have a life as a human outside of them…He should lighten up a bit.

I peeked in, making sure there was no hidden trap. You know, I think he would do that; especially knowing I'm the snoopy type. You can't blame me! So what if I like to know what people are all about! You can't blame me for caring right? Right? If you're disagreeing don't be surprised to see your name added to Shinigami's list…Just kidding! I only kill my enemies! What? It's a reasonable hobby!

I flipped the light on when I thought I was safe. I looked at the empty bathroom. Realizing that he wasn't human after all. (There was a moment I thought he might be, you know…But It was a very, very small moment…very small…microscopic even…)

"Sheesh…This guy's so dull!" I coughed hoping that my change in tone was due to something caught in my throat. I turned around to turn the water on to rinse my face, when the reflection in the mirror made me nearly eat my heart.

"AAAHHHHHH!" I threw myself against the wall behind me. Only then did I realize the mirror reflected it. The surprised look on the face in the mirror was almost enough to give me a second heart attack. I reached out to touch the mirror, my jaw falling open as my fingers and the reflection seemed to connect when my hand brush the glass.

"Oh….fuck." See, perfect use for the word! The easiest way to say "Oh my god this is bad! Very fucking bad!" though it does feel good to say it that way too…

But aside from my lighthearted humor, I was staring into Heero's face! As if it were my own! I turned around and, without hesitation, slammed my head into a wall; simply to verify if I was awake, or still mentally stable.

Due to the fact there was a line of blood trickling down my face, and it hurt somewhat, I was ready to assume I was fully awake. So that left my sanity in question. Though I'm not sure I was ever certain about that. I mean…really. I don't think any of us are truly walking with all our ducks in a row if you know what I mean. I turned around with my eyes closed hoping that this was just phase one of mental deterioration.

When I opened my eyes I was hit with the realization that I wasn't crazy…I was in Heero's body! How? I wish I knew! Why? Same as previously mentioned! This left one question to burn in my mind. If I was here, then where was Mr. Perfect soldier?

I kinda just stood there. The look on my-er-Heero's face was kinda perturbing. I liked the emotionless blank stare. Those eyes that practically scream, "I'm going to kill you." The cold look that sends chills up your spine. I can't help but want to imitate his expressions. Though as I tried such a foreign look for me to make, I couldn't help but giggle, also a sound that Heero would never in a million years make! So I was experiencing all of his emotional firsts! It was kinda amusing! Imagine! A happy Heero! Makes me laugh inside. But as I realized I was still staring into the mirror I shrugged myself out of my trance.

I needed to get to my body and see what was up with it! I mean giving myself a moment to contemplate, if I was in this body, then was he in mine? Ooooh… That would be awkward…I wonder if he would, technically speaking, hit himself? But then in remembrance of him self destructing his Gundam like, multiple times…I was starting to think he'd do more than that! Oh my god! I made him, his body rather, smile! Oh hell! He's going to kill me! Unless I don't tell him…Why do I have the feeling he'd find out anyways?

Weeeeeell. I decided to find out how it would play out. I stepped out of the bathroom shutting off the light and closing the door, for security reasons and headed for the door. I open it quietly and met face to face with Wufei, whose hand was still raised, ready to knock for the first time.

"…'F- …uh…Wufei…" I straightened up and put on the 'cold guy Heero' look. "Something I can help you with?"

"…" He looked at me for a moment with slight suspicion at my initial reaction. "Well, ahem, we'd uh, like your assistance in retrieving Duo from his room. He's got it shut up tighter than the pants he wears." I twitched at that last part. My pants aren't that tight are they? Well they don't bother me….

"Isn't it a good thing the baka's locked himself up for a while?" I retorted, figuring that'd be something Heero'd say.

"Well in normal cases yes, but he's gone nuts, screaming something about failing a mission and wanting to kill well, just about everyone. Then he goes about shooting holes in the wall. Unfortunately he's on the other side of the door, with weapons. So we can't really get to him…" He said straight-faced.

"Well, you're a martial artist. Can't you just kick the door down?"

"Would you go barging into a room with a psycho, grenade happy, longhaired American?"

"Yes." I stated as a matter of fact.

"That's why I came to get you."

Well that made sense. Good thinking Wu-man! But then…how could he know that he was actually looking at the rampaging Duo…Oh god, if I told them they'd think I lost it. And assuming by the screaming of a failed mission, Heero was in my body…Well this would make it either easier or harder to confront him with…I'm hoping for the easier.

"Heero!" I was snapped back into reality.

"Very well, mission accepted; but don't be surprised if I kill him." I spoke as monotonously as I could, which was surprisingly easy. I picked up the hand pistol sitting on the dresser, hoping I wouldn't have to use it…I mean I don't want to shoot myself! That just doesn't make for a good day! But then again…I did shoot him a couple times when we first met…So I guess that would be like payback for him…Me actually shooting my own body.

Trying not to blow my cover, I brushed passed 'Fei, who turned to follow me.

This ought to be interesting…

To be continued…