YAY! My first GW fic. I hope you all like it. And by the way, these: mean someone's thinking.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I'm just a humble little writer who decided to have some fun with them. You can relax, I ain't making any money out of this (sadly).

FIRST CHAPTER

A loud gunshot was heard by no one, except a couple of men. One was young with dark brown hair and beautiful prussian eyes, the other was tall and black-haired. Pity the last man had to hear it because it also meant his life was over. The first one returned a gun to its holster and left the body there.

"It's done" said the man through a cell phone.

"Good, you shall receive your payment soon"

A click and the phone call was over. The man with those intriguing prussian eyes turned to leave. Mr. Yuy, a hired-assassin, ruthless, cold-blooded, methodical, and in other words, the best at his job, had performed yet another excellent job. He was a man who lived only for his work, who couldn't allow mistakes…

A computer screen was the only thing that lit the otherwise dark room. The shadow of a man was cast, a man dressed all in black and with long, braided hair.

"He, he, these bastards will pay for what they did"

ENTER was pushed and he started to laugh his pants off. After he turned his computer off he started to gather all his belongings in the room in a suitcase. It was dark outside when he left the run-down hotel he was staying at. It was time to run for it, as usual. Just in time to catch the last train out of Chicago.

Chaos and disorder, especially in a large company, was not exactly welcome, and the hacker we just met had a knack for getting into trouble. For like the eleventh time in the past three years he had to flee before any one caught him. And wanted he was.

This time it had been the Winner Outer-Space Transport Company the victim. It would take them months to rid all their computers of the virus he sent and in the meanwhile they couldn't operate their transporters to avoid the risk of a major accident. Quite a great loss caused only because the long braided hacker decided to get even.

When he left the station he took a nice look around. N.Y. was his next home for at least a couple of months, until time came to run again. The still dressed in black character walked towards a fast food restaurant, ready to give something to his grumbling stomach.

As he entered, the first sight that caught his eyes was a young man, sitting all alone and reading the newspaper. He had dark brown hair, wore a faded pair of jeans and a green tank top, and when he looked up from his newspaper to receive his coffee from the waitress, a couple of prussian eyes were revealed.

He's definitely hot the new arrived found himself thinking. If I could only get close to him that would absolutely make my day

He ordered some hotcakes and a cup of coffee and went to sit down at the table right behind the guy. A plan was in his mind to get to talk to the guy. However, it all turned out even better because the man abruptly stood up with his cup in his hand. The result was a collision between the two and a spilled coffee down the black-dressed man's front.

"Awww man, I had just gotten this out of the dry-clean store!" whimpered the man, secretly happy for his luck.

"I'm terribly sorry for this, I'm afraid I wasn't looking" apologized the man with the green tank top in a rather hurried way.

"Now I'll have to walk around like this until I get a hotel" kept groaning the first man.

"Listen, I'm really, really sorry. I'll make it up to you"

"Nah, just leave it like this"

"No, please. Come with me" and he hurried him out of the restaurant.

Completely forgetting about hotcakes and coffee, the runaway hacker didn't hesitate to follow his new "friend" into a luxurious hotel room. This guy was definitely rolling on money. He lent the hacker some clothes while he sent someone to clean his guest's outfit.

"I'm so very sorry" began the man, but the hacker stopped him from talking.

"It's all right, you've made it up for me, I can't complain any further… so, nice place" he said looking around and making himself comfortable.

"Don't get too cozy"

"Hey, I'm sorry, just trying to make small talk here"

"You'll leave as soon as your clothes come back"

"Whoa, Mr. Tight, slow down. Is this how you normally treat people who you've just spilled with a cup of very hot coffee?"

"I don't even know you…"

"Duo Maxwell's the name" interrupted the hacker.

"Uh?" taken aback with this sudden interruption there was a pause in which both had a chance to take a quick look at each other. Duo Maxwell did his best to hide it, but he was in fact checking the guy out.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Heero Yuy…"

"You see, now that we know each other we can get to talk"

"But…"

"Loosen up a bit, try to act nice"

Heero Yuy was now really taken aback. He didn't usually treat strangers with such informality as this guy Duo Maxwell was now treating him. He was slightly annoyed by this, but more important things were on his mind right now. A big job was coming and he didn't have time to worry about weird guys who furtively checked him out.

The phone rang and Heero answered. The voice was quite familiar and he was sure he'd as good as got the job in the bag. But that guy Maxwell couldn't hear anything of it so he didn't say much.

"Listen Wufei, I can't really talk right now, I'll call you back as soon as I can" said Heero.

Pretending he didn't listen, Duo was now looking around. A knock on the door announced his clothes were done.

"Here's your clothes, now go" Heero opened the door and gestured Duo to get out.

"Well thank you for your hospitality" said Duo sarcastically. But if he was going to be this mean to me he didn't have to bring me here. He could have just given me the money and gotten it over with

As a response Heero slammed the door in his face.

What was I thinking of? thought Heero Bringing him here?

A dangerous business it was, for Heero to simply pick up any stranger and take them to his hotel room. Only after a while did he realize how stupid he'd been. But at the moment he could only think of how great that guy looked. He didn't even notice his next victim getting ready to leave, no wonder he had an accident in his rush to follow him out of the restaurant.

A mistake like that could have cost him his job… his life. But all the same he kept thinking it was worth it

Heero Yuy, the best hired-assassin the world had seen, forgot for just a moment about his victims, concentrated only in that man's face. Duo Maxwell would make a change in his life, he knew it, he always did when he first set eyes on someone like him.