Author's notes: My friend was telling me about this story she had for a novel, and I loved it so much that I had to write a fanfic using her idea! I'm aware that Duo's probably really OOC in this fic, and I'm really sorry about that!

And um I had to make Relena a bitch but I'm gonna try to make her nicer throughout the thing… I just needed a bitchy fiancee and decided to stick with an actual character… I'm really sorry

Important: This fic was already on except on my other account, Fiery Kitty lol I just changed it to this one

Warnings: this contains yaoi content, which means boy loving boy, so if you don't like it, then don't read it! Also a variety of potty language, so beware!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing (if only I did.. die Relena, die!) or the plot. The plot belongs solely to Danita.

Chapter 1

Slender, pale fingers flitted gracefully across the ivory keys, eliciting a sweet tune from the battered and ancient piano. Although the piece was played flawlessly, it lacked something.


Perfectly shaped eyeborws knitted together forming a frown which marred the handsome face. Prussian eyes darkened as they scanned the music, pausing on every note.

"It sounds wonderful, darling." the voice echoed throughout the small room.

The boy at the piano twisted around. "Hn." he grunted. "What are you doing here Relena?"

Relena smiled. "It's almost lunch time, Heero. You should have something to eat- you haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'm not hungry." Heero turned back to face the music.

There was something wrong with the piece. He couldn't put his finger on it exactly, but something was missing... something important...

He wanted -no, needed- to know what was wrong. If he wanted to win the competition to gain a scholarship to go to Oxford, that was. He inwardly grimaced. He had no desire to study to be a doctor.

No, he wanted to play music until the end of his days. Maybe become a professor of something at a music conservatory. But no- his parents wanted him to be a doctor, and that was that. And he had to do what his parents wished, unless he wanted to be left, penniless and without a home.

He glanced over at the girl who was still standing persistently by the doorway. Relena Darlion, his fiancée. How he hated her- she was everything that he didn't want in a future partner. Although Relena was a nice enough person, she was too narrow minded. Her interests didn't include that of the outside world. Instead, she mixed with the rich and famous, spent her money on dresses and perfumes, and involved herself in petty things, like malicious gossip.

Heero, on the other hand, didn't give a damn about the rich and famous. He wanted to learn music and perform it- it was the only thing in his life that he actually enjoyed.

But he knew that if he said anything to his parents, they would simply ridicule his ideas. After all, they practically ruled Japan.

But now, everything had changed. They were no longer in Japan- they were now in America. No, not England, since the scholarship was being held in New York, where they were living currently.

"Go downstairs, Relena. I'm not finished here." Heero snapped.

Relena pouted. "Heero, you have to eat something."

"I will. Later." Heero replied shortly.

"But we only just arrived this morning, and you know how horrible plane food is! Come on Heero, have just a little bite to eat?" Relena wheedled.

Heero ignored her, and started playing the piece again. Relena got the message and, with an over exaggerated sigh, left.

As soon as she had gone beyond earshot, Heero stopped playing and stared out the window. New York was so different to Tokyo. Sure, they were both busy enough, but everything was so different... the language wasn't that much of a problem, since Heero was fluent in English.

He guessed it was the culture- he knew he wouldn't get used to that in a long time.

Maybe never, Heero thought, smirking. He glanced at the piano. It wasn't his, since they hadn't brought his piano with him from Japan. No, it was Quatre's, though the young blond multi millionaire- well, son of a multi millionaire- had said that he could use it as much as he wanted.

Quatre was, well, different, to what Heero had expected. When his parents had first told him about him, Heero had expected a prissy, spoilt teenager. Instead, Quatre had turned out to be a caring, genuinely kind boy of 19, the same age as Heero.

But there still left one tiny, tiny problem- a piano teacher.

Where am I supposed to find a piano teacher? A good piano teacher that will put up with me?

Several piano teachers had given up on him before, unable to get along with his uncaring attitude and brilliant playing.

"You have no heart" they all used to say, and shake their heads sadly. Heero still didn't understand what they meant.

I have no heart? What does that have to do with my playing? the brown haired boy wondered.

"Heero? Relena said that you weren't hungry. You sure?" Quatre's worried voice sounded from outside the room. "Can I come in?"

"Hn." Heero grunted.

Quatre took that for a yes and entered the room, carrying a small tray laden with food with him. "I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing you some food. You probably don't feel too good after the plane trip."

"I feel fine." Heero growled, but accepted the food gratefully. He had been hungry, though he would never admit it aloud.

"What are you thinking about?" the petite blond sat down next to him.

"Piano teacher."

"Oh." Quatre looked thoughtful. "I'm sure you'll find one soon, Heero. I can go ask a few friends if they can recommend someone if you want."

"Hn. Arigatou." Heero inclined his head politely.

"It's alright. I'll go now. See you around Heero!" Quatre grinned happily and raced out of the room.

Heero sighed and looked back at his music, chewing on a piece of bread.

What's missing...?

Dear Mr Maxwell,

I'm afraid that...

It took three words- I'm afraid that- and Duo already knew what the rest of the letter contained. He had read the same words so many times that he had memorised it off by heart.

He didn't get the job. Again. The excuses were all the same- he was too young, he had no real qualifications, he didn't play the pieces like they had been written.

But I do play the pieces like they've been written, Duo thought angrily, as he chucked the now scrunched up piece of paper into the fire place. I just add a bit of life to the music. What's so wrong with that?

He couldn't help the fact that he was only 17 going on 18, and had never taken a proper music course. He knew he was good- he had been told many times before that he was a musical prodigy. But what did that matter to anyone? Duo wasn't sure how many times he had applied for a job as a piano teacher and had been denied.

I should just give up on being a piano teacher, Duo thought with a sigh. He pushed his long plait behind one narrow shoulder, and stared out the window with undecipherable violet eyes.

"Hey, sorry, but is anyone sitting there?"

Duo looked up to find himself staring at a familiar looking blond teenager with large blue eyes. He was dressed impeccably, and Duo could almost smell his wealth.

"Nope." Duo watched as the blond sat opposite him, smiling cheerfully. Duo couldn't help but grin back, his depression over another lost job gone. "I'm Duo Maxwell by the way."

"Quatre Winner." the blond replied.

Duo gaped at him. Quatre Winner? No wonder the blond had looked familiar- he belonged to one of the richest families in America!

Scratch that, he belongs to one of the richest families in the worldDuo thought in awe.

"What did you chuck in the fireplace?" Quatre asked. He didn't seem to have realised that Duo was staring his eyes out at him.

"Umm... just a letter." Duo rolled his eyes. "I just can't seem to get a proper job. Just 'cos I'm young and pretty doesn't mean that I can't work!"

Quatre laughed. He leaned back in his chair, looking at home in the small café.

"Talking about jobs, I heard from some friends that you're a great pianist." Quatre's grin widened as Duo immediately perked up. "A friend of mine is looking for a piano teacher, and I was just wondering if you would like to teach him."

"I would love to!" Duo almost yelled, before he remembered the other people in the cafe. "You wouldn't believe how much this means to me!" he hugged Quatre tightly, eliciting a giggle from the blond.

"I've got to warn you though, Heero isn't much of a talker." Quatre said. He thought about Heero's coldness, the uncomfortable silences that always filled their conversations. But he was sure that underneath the somewhat cruel exterior he was really a kind person.

Duo shrugged. "That's okay. I'm sure he'll warm up to me eventually."

Quatre smiled, albeit somewhat sadly. "He hasn't warmed up to his parents yet, and he's been living with them all his life."

"Ah." Duo was momentarily put out, before perking up again. "That's okay. I'm sure we can compromise or something."

"That's brilliant." Quatre gave a somewhat relieved smile.

Duo wondered how tough this guy, Heero, was going to be to teach. "How old is Heero anyway? And when do I meet him? When do lessons start?"

"Heero's 19." Quatre began. He eyed Duo carefully, trying to figure out how old the boy sitting opposite him was.

"Ooh..." Duo had never taught anyone older than him before- this was going to be interesting. Of course he had never had a proper job, so he couldn't really talk.

"And you can meet him tomorrow if you want to." Quatre finished.

"Really?" Duo exclaimed eagerly.

Finally, a job! Duo thought excitedly.

"You probably want to know how much you're going to get paid." Quatre smiled knowingly.

Duo flushed. "Well, yeah."

"Don't worry. The Yuy's are generous with money when it comes to their son's education." Quatre let out a low gasp of amazement when he caught sight of the time. "I've got to go- I have an appointment. Here. This is the Yuys' address. Be there at 9am tomorrow. I'll meet you by the front gate."

"Umm... Quatre, exactly how rich is this family?" Duo asked nervously.

"Let's just say they were the richest family in Japan." Quatre smiled sympathetically.

Duo gulped visibly, and gave a weak wave as the blond boy rushed off.

The richest family in Japan? Shit... I am so doomed...

The following morning came too early for Duo's liking. He forced himself out of bed, and pulled on his best clothes after a quick shower. He packed a few of his music books, though he knew all of the pieces from memory, and hastily left his small, cramped flat. His flatmate, Wufei, was still fast asleep.

Lucky bugger, Duo thought darkly as he sprinted down the stairs, since the elavator was broken. Again.

Duo climbed into his car and started up the engine. It took several goes before the engine actually started running, and Duo was able to start driving. He shot down the road and to where the Yuys' mansion was.

Duo's jaw dropped open when he caught sight of the mansion. It was enormous. He hadn't seen a house so large ever before! There were at least 20 rooms, Duo thought, amazed. Tennis courts occupied the area next to the mansion, and Duo was sure there was a swimming pool somewhere on the vast amount of land.

"Duo! There you are!" Quatre strolled up to where Duo sat in his car, feeling rather intimidated. "Not having second thoughts, are you?"

"" Duo whispered uncertainly.

Quatre smiled kindly. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it."

"I sure hope so." Duo flashed him a grin and climbed out of his car and followed Quatre into the mansion.

"Ok. So, this is the Yuys' mansion. You don't need to know where everything is, other than the music room, which is in what used to be the attic. Heero's borrowing my piano at the moment, but he seems to be quite familiarised with it now, so that shouldn't be an issue. I told him that I found him a piano teacher, but I didn't say anything about you, so you'll be as much as a surprise to him as he will be to you."

Duo didn't like the sound of that, but he nodded anyway. Quatre opened the door to the attic, and Duo stared at the sole occupant of the room.

The guy was an amazing piano player. But the piece lacked heart, it lacked all emotion whatsoever. Duo couldn't help but notice that Heero was also startlingly beautiful.

No! He's your student- and besides, he probably doesn't swing your way! Duo berated himself silently.

Heero seemed to have noticed that other people had entered the room, as he stopped playing and turned around and stared at them. Although his cold face showed no emotion, Duo could tell that he was just as surprised as he was.

"Heero! There you are." Quatre beamed. "Well, Duo this is Heero Yuy, and Heero, this is Duo Maxwell. Duo's a piano teacher."

Heero glared at Duo in obvious disdain. "He's too young." he scoffed.

Duo glared back at him, and bit his tongue to stop from giving a sharp retort. Quatre frowned at Heero.

"Duo is a very accomplished young pianist. Give him a chance, Heero."

"How old are you anyway?" Heero snapped at Duo.

"17." Duo replied, disliking Heero immensely. "What's it to you?"

Heero got to his feet, towering over Duo by a few inches. "I refuse to let some incompetent young idiot attempt to teach me something I already know."

That was the final straw for Duo. "An incompetent young idiot? Screw you you fucking bastard!" Duo swore at him.

Heero stared back, surprised. "Do you know who I am, Maxwell?"

"Yeah. Some screwed up small fry who thinks he's better than everyone else!" Duo replied, barely refraining himself from shouting.

"Fine. Go on." Heero gestured at the piano. "Since you are such a brilliant pianist, you're welcome to flaunt your skills." he smirked. "Or lack of skills."

Duo glared at him then sat down at the piano.

"And since you're so much better than me, and are qualified to teach, play me that piece, the one in front of you." Heero's smirk took on a slightly cruel edge. "I'm sure your sightreading must be flawless." the amount of sarcasm in his voice was astounding.

Duo glanced at the piece then folded the music up and handed it to Heero.

Both Heero and Quatre stared at him. Duo ignored them- he already knew the piece, he'd been playing it for years. And like all of his music, he played it flawlessly.

Duo positioned his hands on the piano, a look of utter determination on his face. He was determined not to let Heero get the best of him. He had to succeed- he needed this job, and even though he would have to teach that smarmy little bastard, at least it provided him with money.

His long fingers sought out the keys, going along with the rhythm in his heart, rather than the rhythm in his head. After all, music came directly from the heart.

Duo moved along with the music, letting the notes take him to where his mind couldn't go but his heart could. He forgot all about the other occupants of the room, and played as if he was alone, with just the piano for company.

As the notes finally subsided away, and the piece came to a halt, loud applause filled the room.

Quatre was positively beaming, while Heero just looked stunned. The brown haired boy was shaking his head in disbelief.

"I take my words back." Heero murmured, though he didn't clap. "You are a wonderful pianist."

Duo grinned happily, but it was wiped off his face when Heero added:

"I just don't think you'll do for a piano teacher."

"What!" Duo burst out, outrgaged.

I don't believe this! How dare that little brat- ok, big brat- say that I'm not good enough to be his piano teacher?

"You made too many mistakes." Heero smirked.

"I did not! I know that music like the back of my hand!" Duo protested. "What mistakes?"

"Where do I begin?" Heero's smirk grew wider, and he pushed a lock of chocolate brown hair out of his prussian blue eyes. "Nowhere in the music did it say that you could play it rubato, yet you clearly did. Some of the quavers at the end of the phrases were played too slowly, and-"

"I've had enough." Duo stood up, unable to believe his luck. The only job he got offered, and the pupil was a total asshole. "Thanks Quatre, for the offer, but this is too much."

Duo left the mansion, not bothering to look behind him. He caught the horrified and embarrassed expression on Quatre's face, but he ignored the blond.

He returned to his flat, and flopped onto his bed.

"Tough day at the office?" Wufei asked sarcastically, not looking up from the book he was reading.

Duo heaved a sigh. "You have no idea." he groaned.

"I thought you were seeing the rich bastards on the hill about some job."

Duo nodded, burrowing his face into his pillow. "Goddamn asshole of a guy won't let me teach him. Says I'm a wonderful pianist but I make too many mistakes. Just 'cause I play with some feeling doesn't mean that it's wrong!"

Wufei shrugged. "You'll get a job soon, Maxwell. Stop thinking about it. You'll stress out the single brain cell you possess, and you can't afford to lose that." the Chinese boy smirked.

Duo let out a frustrated groan. "Goddamnit Wufei! You sound just like him!" he lifted his head from his pillow. He grinned. "But he's a lot prettier than you."

Wufei chucked something at him. "Shut it Maxwell!" he growled.

Duo laughed, his spirits rising once more. "Well, it's only mid morning, and I've got a lot to do. See ya around Wu-man!"

Duo winked at him and run out of the flat, grabbing his bag as he rushed out the door. The cries of- "Don't call me that!" followed him as he slid down the banister.

What was he going to do for the rest of the day?

I guess I could apply for another job. After all, waitering isn't going to pay all the bills. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Duo quoted silently. He couldn't help but sigh sadly as he strolled along the footpath. If I don't get a well paying job soon I'm doomed. I don't have enough money to support myself, and I can't rely on Wufei all the time to pay both our bills.

He gritted his teeth and started his daily task of searching for a job.

Quatre stared after the retreating back of Duo, then fixed his disbelieving stare on Heero. "What was that?" he burst out, visibly upset.

Heer shrugged, as emotionless as always. "He wasn't suitable."

"Suitable? Suitable!" Quatre shook his head. "He's the best pianist I've heard in my life, and you turn him down as if he can't play a simple tune. Heero, you've been searching for a piano teacher for ages, and when I find you one you don't even give him a chance!"

Heero flinched at Quatre's words. Duo had been an exceptionally gifted pianist, true, but there was something about him...

Something that makes me... makes me what? Heero wondered. I've never felt this way before, and I'm not sure if I like it.

As soon as Duo had stepped into the room, butterflies had started their own private riot within his stomach, and everything had suddenly seemed a whole lot clearer.

He snapped back into reality, pulled from his thoughts, as Quatre laid a hand on his shoulder.

"I hope you know what you're doing Heero. Because I sure don't." he said sadly, before walking out of the room.

Heero bit his lip. He could see the sense in Quatre's words. He needed a piano teacher desperately, and he supposed Duo was the most suitable choice, even if he was younger by a few years.

"Quatre!" Heero ran after the blond. "What's his address?"

Quatre's face lit up. "You're going to hire him after all? Excellent!" Quatre paused for a second. "But I don't know where he lives."

Heero almost groaned in frustration. "Can you find out?"

"Yes. Give me a second, and I'll phone my friend who recommended him."

Quatre disappeared for a few second and came back with a scribbled address. "I'll go with you."

"You don't need to."

Quatre took the hint and nodded. "I'll be waiting here." he sighed. "Keeping Relena distracted, I guess."

Heero couldn't help but smirk. "Good luck." he chuckled dryly.

Quatre rolled his eyes and strolled off.

Heero climbed into his limo, and handed the address to his chaffeur. He pulled up outside a set of crumbling apartments on the poorer side of town.

Heero eyed his surroundings distastefully, glaring at several beggars who stared at him.

I guess they have every reason to stare at me- I must stick out like a sore thumb here.

He climbed up the stairs -the elevators were broken, to his disgust- and knocked on the door to Duo's flat.

To his surprise, a dark haired Asian teenager, around the same age as him, answered.

"What do you want?" the stranger took in his rich clothes. "You must be Heero Yuy."

"What's it to you?" Heero retorted.

The other boy shrugged, his dark eyes sharp and accusing. "I suppose you're looking for Maxwell."

"Hn." Heero grunted.

Silence settled over the pair. Heero tapped his foot impatiently, but the other guy simply stood there, staring back at him, nonplussed.

"Well?" Heero snapped finally. "Where is he?"

"If you had wanted to know, you should've just asked." he smirked, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "He's looking for a job."

"Tell him I came, would you?" Heero turned to go.

"No. You can tell him yourself. I'm Wufei." The raven haired boy gestured for Heero to come in.

"Hn. What time will he be back?" Heero asked, taking a seat on the worn out sofa.

"Soon." Wufei sat down opposite him. "Why are you here?"

"To see Maxwell, obviously." Heero rolled his eyes.

"But are you here to offer him a job, or are you here to insult him some more?" Wufei demanded. "Maxwell has worked extremely hard to get where he is today in music. It's the only reason he lives, sometimes. Don't take the only thing he has away from him. Just-" Wufei broke off as the door creaked open.

"Hey Wu-man, you miss me?" Duo grinned cheerfully at him, not spotting Heero.

"For the last time, would you stop calling me that!" Wufei snapped.

"Damn it Maxwell, you stop calling me that or I'll wring your scrawny neck!"

Duo laughed, and flopped down on the sofa next to Wufei, and froze as his and Heero's gazes interlocked.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Duo sat up straight, his face darkening. "Haven't you had enough?"

"Hn. If you don't want the job that badly, then I'll leave." Heero gazed at him exectantly. But to his shock, Duo snorted.

"You got that right. Now get your bony ass out of here."

Wufei turned and stared at Duo. "What the hell do you think you're doing Maxwell? You're turning down a job!"

"I'd rather be a shoe cleaner than work for him." Duo glared openly at Heero, who glared back.

Wufei pulled Duo aside. "I can't keep supporting you forever, Maxwell. You're going to have to get a proper job sometime. Working part time at a shoddy bar isn't enough. And this is the perfect opportunity."

Duo lowered his violet eyes. "You're right."

"I'm always right." Wufei turned to Heero. "He'll take the job."

Heero ignored him. "I wasn't asking you."

"I'll take it." Duo muttered. "And thanks."

Heero shrugged. "You start work tomorrow, at 7am. Don't be late."

And with that, he stalked out of the apartment. Duo shook his head and rolled his eyes heavenward.

What have I got myself into?


A/N: Uhm yeah… I've already written the next three chapters so they should be out soon lol

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