A 4x5 Fic

Various anime bishounen stand lined up in possible couples.

Yuuske007 walks up and down the row.

Yuu: Hmmm. Who should I write about this time? *pauses near Goten and Trunks*

*They don't even notice him. They're too busy staring into each other's eyes*

Yuu: Heellloooo!!! *waves his hand in front of their eyes* Are you guys listening? Hey, guys! That's it. DILL BRAND! *a circle of light surrounds them and they are blown far away as the ground below them explodes*

*keeps walking* *stops near Satoshi and Shigeru (Ash and Gary), who are making out*

Yuu: *_*U Hey, hey, you guys. None of that until I write the story. *try's to pry them apart* *Shigeru punches him* You two are dead. FLARE ARROW! *they are blasted far away and a star twinkles*

Yuu: This is getting ridiculous. *stops near the Gundam Wing boys, who are in a large cluster* C'mon, guys. Get into partners. Let's go. *some shuffling occurs*

Yuu: *face-faults* All right, there are waaay too many of you. Would somebody mind explaining this? (Groups are 1x2, 1x4, 1x5, 2x4, 2x5, 3x4, 4x5) I know how to settle this. Ohhhh, Reelleeennnaaa. *all Heero's, Duo's, and their partners, leave in a psychotic panic* *Relena rushes in* *Wufei turns a bit green, but nobody else notices*

Relena: Where's Heero? Tell me.

Yuu: He went that way. *points in random direction*

Relena: That's where I just came from. You're lying, aren't you, Yuuske? Oh well, if I can't have Heero, I'll settle for you instead! *glomps onto Yuuske*

Yuu: All right, bitch. You asked for this. BOOST! (medallions on his arms start glowing) DRAGON SLAVE!!!!!!!!! *Relena dies* *collective cheer goes up from everyone in Yuuske's universe* Thank you, thank you.

All Heero's: We love you, Yuuske.

Yuu: Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Now they'll throw a party and there's no telling what they'll do without me there to supervise. All right, that's a start. Now, for the finisher. *yell's loudly* Raise your hand if you're a clown! *Trowa raises his hand*

Yuu: I hate clowns. FIREBALL! *star sparkle* *Trowa's Quatre walks off, sulking* Two in a row, not bad. All right, I guess that means you two are going to be my first subjects. And I have just the story. *Quatre blushes* *Wufei swells*

Yuuske007: Now, on with the show.

Chang Wufei raised his head from the soup he was eating. "Eh? What was that?"

It was lunchtime, and all the GW boys were eating together. They hadn't had a mission in 5 days, which was highly unusual. Everyone was a bit tense, including Duo. That was reason enough to be worried.

The only time the American Duo Maxwell was anything other then optimistic, happy, loud, and annoying, was when he was piloting his Gundam, Deathsythe. When he was piloting, he got slightly psychotic, as well as remaining loud and annoying.

However, if there was one thing that they all agreed on about Duo, it was the fact that he was beautiful. He was the original bishounen, with delicate, almost feminine features, huge violet eyes, and long chestnut hair, which he kept swept back in a braid that dropped down to his thighs. He wasn't tall either. He only came up to his boyfriend's eyes.

The exact opposite of Wing ZERO pilot Heero, Duo's lover.

Heero Yuy. Born and raised to be the perfect soldier, Heero never smiled. He was pessimistic, quiet, never said anything unless he had to, and was slightly suicidal. The Japanese boy had twice the speed and strength of a normal human, and was a hacking genius.

Heero had always had a very masculine appearance about him. Partly because he was so emotionally closed up, partly because of his features, and partly because it's really easy to say someone's masculine when they're around Duo, which is where Heero usually was.

His hair, a darker shade of brown then Duo's, was cut short, but not shaved, and spiked out at the front. He had cobalt blue eyes, that seemed to burn when he was angry or hurting, and seemed cold and lifeless at all other times, like his face.

Trowa was a lot like Heero. The tall boy was stolid, silent, and mysterious, but had a different reason then Heero. Amnesia. He remembered small details every now and then, when something triggered them, but all in all, he didn't know about his past anymore then the rest of them did.

Trowa Barton had nice colored hair, sort of a blondish-brown, which hung over his right eye in a long bang. His ethical background was unknown to all of them, including him, but his pointed features that contrasted so sharply with his soft green eyes, had to be a clue.

But between fighting OZ and avoiding the ever-ready stalker, Relena Peacecraft, as some like to call her, no-one ever really took it upon themselves to research his background.

"I said that it's kind of weird that we still don't have a mission, Wufei," said the final member of the team. Quatre.

Quatre Rebarba Winner. The one person Wufei had ever had feelings about, and the person he was least likely to get. He was in a relationship with Trowa. A major relationship. That doesn't mean that I can't dream, though, was a common thought to Wufei. If there had to be a replacement bishounen for the group, Quatre would be it.

He was not beautiful in the same way as Duo; Duo was 'beautiful', while Quatre was 'cute'. However, that only referred to the kind of beauty. In Wufei's mind, 'cute' outshone 'beautiful', like the explosion of Wing ZERO would outshine the explosion of a Leo.

Quatre was Arabic in heritage, but he didn't look it one bit. He had light, almost pale skin, and beautiful blond hair that shone like the sun. He had big azure blue eyes that seemed to trust everyone, and flashed with an inner fire when hurt or threatened, and, in one special case, when he was temporarily insane thanks to the ZERO system.

Quatre was pretty short, but in a petite kind of way. Everything about him was small and delicate. Well, Wufei hadn't seen everything, so he wasn't sure, but he had a pretty good idea.

Small fingers that were great on a computer keyboard, although it was usually Heero and Trowa that were clicking away, lost in cyber-space. Actually, the most wonderful thing that Quatre had ever used those fingers for, in Chang's opinion, was that beautiful violin that he played on occasion.

It was listening to Quatre playing the violin that first shook Wufei's heart. He had some small idea about his feelings towards Quatre before, but when he heard the beautiful music that Quatre was making that day, he knew that he loved Quatre more then anything.

He was tired, for he had just come back from a mission. He had showered to wash the blood and sweat off of himself, and was walking though the quiet halls, back to his room. As he passed the music room in the current mansion they were staying in, thanks to Quatre, he heard strange wisps of music floating from behind the closed doors of the room.

He crept up to the doors and very slowly opened one. Inside, he saw Quatre playing his violin. Wufei had heard the tune before; Quatre had been humming it for the last week. He had even asked Chang about lyrics one day. Wufei had given him an answer, then stalked off.

Quatre's violin was issuing forth beautiful notes, like it was alive, and playing of it's own accord. Quatre's fingers seemed to flit over the strings, not touching one, just moving his hands and making wonderful music. Wufei's heart sped up a bit. Quatre had his eyes closed, and Chang stealthily slipped into the room.

He stood in front of the small boy, wishing that he would open his eyes, and Wufei would compliment him, and then proclaim his love, and then... No. That would never happen. He couldn't let that happen.

These feelings I have for him. I know then to be true, but is it right? Is it honorable? Wufei thought to himself.

He was quite surprised when he heard Quatre's voice. He was singing something. The lyrics to go with the song, it must be.

Wufei heard Quatre's wonderful voice singing this, and fell in love again. He went over the words slowly in his mind, translating.

It was funny in an ironic sort of way. Quatre, who always looked at the good in people, and seemed to destroy the evil. I want to live hot and fierce. He was, and always had, being the pilot of Sandrock. But maybe it's not the same type of fierceness that he wanted. Probably more like 'passionately fierce'.

Again Quatre's voice sang out with the next verse. He seemed to be getting louder, stronger.

"'Coz you gave me the strength to go on
I want to embrace you"

So, what do you guys think? Should I go on? Do you have any idea's? Remember, if you want me to continue, e-mail me and kive a virtual kick in the ass. I'm the king of procrastination, and even though I want to do this, I still have troubles. And thanx to YamaChick on the YDML2 ML for the inspiration.