Warnings: None at the moment

Couple: Hmm…I wonder…*falls over*

Note: You know how hard it was to come up with a good title? *falls
over….again* I hope you enjoy my first GW story, I've had this in my
head for awhile now.  I don't think Duo is too OOC…please correct me
anywhere okay? Btw, excuse any typos.  I have fake nails on.  *laughs*

Duo stared straight ahead as the world past by him in one large
blur.  He was neatly going over a 100 miles per hour in an old model
motorcycle, the red fresh paint billowing around the ex-pilot's
face.  An hour ago he had just finished his long timework on his
precious motorcycle and eagerly, he had taken it out on a test ride.

It ran beautifully.

With a mad laugh, Duo sped up even faster, the cold wing biting his
unprotected face.  His braid whipped madly behind him, tearing back
at his head as they moved at impossible speeds.  Curves and turns
were calculated perfectly but then again, if they weren't, the
slightly mistake could have sent the happy-go-lucky pilot over the
road's edge where there was certain doom at the bottom of the 50 foot
cliff.

But not like that stopped him.

It had been a couple of years after the last war and since then,
peace was…constant.  Even the Preventors found themselves wondering
if they were needed anymore when no longer any fires grew.  Hell,
they were lucky to get a spark now a day.  So then, all of the five
ex-Gundam pilots had to keep themselves busy.  Work was pointless
since, well; the Preventors paid their expenses.  Hey, saving the
world does have some good points, doesn't it?  They could have also
chosen to go to school but unfortunately, after saving the world then
resulting to homework wasn't exactly a thrilling idea.

So they went in search of other things.  Building, learning odd
things, attending every concert they could get their mitts on…Okay,
that was Duo's ideal but when the Preventors paid for rock on, front
row tickets, who can really resist? 

The Gundam pilots also have been 'living' together.  Since they all
had hard times and went through it together, they all felt some
connection between each other.  So they went to work together with
the Preventors, Duo taking a side job in the dump.  It was there he
would find misc. crap, one being his new motorcycle.  At least while
going knee deep in disposed metal material kept him occupied for
awhile, he was also learning how to make really cool objects with all
the functional things that were thrown away.  He had once built an
almost fully optional laptop for Heero's made up birthday (since they
don't the day of their birth, Quatre made up one according to their
personalities.).  The bad thing was it didn't have a real good screen
and the plug in didn't seem to give the blasted computer any energy. 
So it had become one of those 'look but don't touch' accessories in
Heero's room.  It was a puzzle to Duo why the stiff pilot didn't
throw it away, but then again, why does Heero do some of the things
that he does?

 Duo's eyes narrowed, pulling back his concentration and stuffing
away his autopilot as sharp curves and narrow street ways came up
ahead.  Even at the pace he was going, he didn't dare slow down on
the turns that would definitely kill him.  But then again, he WAS a
Gundam pilot.  He had gotten soft over the years of absence of war
and the exotic pilot wanted to see if still had the same stamina as
he use to. You never know; war might rise once again….

Yeah right.

Duo listened to the roar of his engine and the noise he made as he
spun around corners, whizzing around like he was back into his
forever-lost mobile suit.  Years of training with the bloody thing
were hard to forget after all.

As Duo zoomed pass the last curve, he gave a triumphant yell and a
maniac grin, adrenalin bumping in his blood. As he sped quickly down
the road, he didn't notice the black form in the corner of his eye
before it was too late…

Duo made a gasping sound as a deer bounded right in front him. 
Going to fast to stop and thinking too fast to really do much, Duo
did what his instincts told him: VEER TO THE SIDE!!!!! As Duo did
just that, the pilot realized his mistake almost immediately.  Stupid
baka.  Do you turn towards the enemy line when you dodge bullets?
Nooo…you turn the other way.  Damn my lack of training…

Duo screamed in terror as he drove right over the 50-foot cliff.

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