Title: Dead or Alive
Author: American Psycho
Pairings: 1x2, 5+M, 4+3
Genre: AU, a lil OOC, Romance, Action, Adventure
Rating: PG-13 - R
Warning: Some violence and curse words. Of course yaoi. That's about it. Some OOC.


Chapter 6- Arrival

The air was crisp and cool, and the sun shown high above the mountains. Tokyo city was bustling with reporters, business men, and tourists. Excitement was booming all over the streets as everyone rushed to get tickets for the tournament. Lines reached all across the city as people anxiously waited to get tickets. Fighters also littered the streets as they attempted to get registered for the tournament.

Duo's plane finally touched the ground. He woke up as the captain announced their arrival. He opened his eyes revealing glazed over purple irises. He stretched his limbs slowly and looked over at Quinze who was busy ogling women in some lewd magazine.

"We finally arrived, boy," Quinze said as he stuffed his magazine into his bag.

"That was a nice flight. I hadn't slept that well in so long," Duo commented.

"Yeah, the air up here is very good for the sinuses. Well, let's get you registered. Then, they'll give you a sleeping accomodation in one of Tokyo's finest hotels."


Duo and Quinze exited the plane and were instantly met with nosy reporters and photographers.

"What a good looking fighter we have present with us today. I'd hate to see a face like his disfigured in the fights," a short Japanese lady spoke into her small microphone.

Quinze grabbed Duo roughly by his arm and pulled him across the bustling crowd. They were literally swallowed in by the mass amount of media. They lost themselves in the sea of people only to come out in the terminal of Japan Air, the airport they had arrived in.

Duo looked angrily as his braid was messed up with hairs sticking out in various directions. He dropped it with a sigh and followed Quinze to a taxi. He entered silently and fumed just as silent about his hair.

"Let it go, boy. You can fix it when you get to the hotel," Quinze said with a smile.

"I can't believe there are so many people here. Are they all going to be watching the fights?"

"The media isn't allowed to televise it. Treize's instructions. Not a single reporter or photographer is allowed. Only his guests, the sponsors, and whoever can score tickets. The arena is huge so you hardly notice the audience when you are fighting."

"Is that supposed to comfort me?"

"Relax, kid. You are going to do fine. I've seen the way you fight. Just enjoy your time here in Tokyo because you have to start fighting the day after tomorrow."

Duo sighed and attempted to relax in the small taxi. The moment he closed his eyes, they widened abruptly as the taxi came to a screeching halt. The driver started yelling expletives at what seemed to be a giant commotion. Duo peered outside his window and attempted to get a good look at what was going on.

"What is it?" Quinze asked the driver.

"Apparently Treize Kushrenada just stepped out of a limo. Everyone is in a rush to get an interview with him," the driver answered in a thick Indian accent.

Duo stuck his head further out of the window. He tried to get a good look at the man that everyone seemed to be talking about these days. He didn't see much, but several reporters yelling in Japanese.

"You know what, we're not that far from the registration area. So why don't we just get out here and walk the rest of the way," Quinze suggested.

"Fine." Duo payed the taxi driver and grabbed his bags.

He and Quinze began to find their way threw the people and several cars waiting in endless traffic. They walked for about 10 minutes until they arrived at the registration point. There they saw a long line of fighters and sponsors. Duo felt his legs almost give out, and he had to fight from collapsing. He stood still with his shoulders slumped forward. As he looked around, all he could see were barbaric-looking neantherdals with muscles bulging out in every way and form.

All the other fighters were big and mean looking. Some were decked out in the finest of clothing, while others were dressed in rags and bandages. The air permeated with the horrible stench of sweat and musk. Duo tried not to gag. He was startled as he felt a hand tap his shoulder gently. He turned around and looked up at a skinny blonde guy dressed in too formal clothing for a fight.

"Excuse me. I am sorry to bother you, but is this the line to register for the fight?" the man asked.

"Um, yes. Are you a sponsor?" Duo asked curiously.

"No, actually, I am a fighter," the man answered.

"You? A fighter? But...You don't look the part. You look like you just stumbled out of Harvard or something," Duo said holding back his laughter.

"It's okay. I get that a lot. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre answered as he held out his hand.

"Oh, I am Duo Maxwell," Duo said as he gave Quatre five with his outstretched hand.

Quatre stared at his hand in confusion. "Well, nice to meet you. You look very young to be a fighter," Quatre commented as he stared down at the very short and fragile looking Duo.

"Just like you, my appearance doesn't exactly match my skill. I was brought up fighting."

"That's great. Well, I wish you goodluck, Duo. Hopefully we see each other again."

"Okay. Bye, Quatre," Duo said with a wave.

After about two hours of waiting, Duo finally made it to the front of the line. Quinze began to fill out an information sheet.

"Duo I need you to help me with these questions. Where were you born?"

"I don't know. Somewhere near New York, I guess. "

"What about your height, age, and weight?"

"I'm 15 years old, 5'2, 98 lbs. Is that all?"

"Almost. What is your bloodtype?"

"I don't know. Can we go already?"

"Patience, boy. We're just about finished," Quinze said as he handed in the information sheet to a young looking Japanese lady.

She smiled and said,"There are many fighters in hotel. That mean you have to share room. Here your assignment. Mr. Quinze you are in separate wing where sponsors stay. Mr. Duo, you stay with other fighters. Don't fight or steal. We do checks so we know if things go wrong. Enjoy stay!"

"Domo Arigatou," Quinze said with a bow.

Duo mimicked his bow sloppily and walked into the hotel.

"I'll see you later, Duo," Quinze said with a wave. Then, the old man walked away.

Duo picked up his two black bags and walked towards one of the elevators. He pressed the arrow and waited patiently for the elevator to come down. As he was waiting, an angry looking Chinese man stood next to him.

"What floor are you headed to?" Duo asked the man.

"That is none of your business. Now leave me alone," the Chinese man spat out in annoyance.

"Gees, I was just asking a question you don't have to-"

"Let me tell you something, my flight from China was delayed for 3 hours. Then, when I finally got in, I had the worst flight. The plane wouldn't stop rocking and this idiot onna kept asking me if I wanted my pillow fluffed. Then I arrived here and reporters harassed me. I had to run through a crowd. And while I was trying to get through this crowd, someone stole my jacket. That was my favorite jacket! Then, I had difficulty calling a taxi, and when I actually got there, I got stuck in traffic for about an hour. Then I arrive here to register, and I ended up having to stand in a damn line for 2 more hours. So excuse me if all I want is some peace and quiet!"The Chinese man glared hard at Duo, and Duo just chose to be silent.

The elevator doors chose that time to open. Duo stepped in and attempted not to say anything. The man just stood there with his arms crossed. Duo got a bit nervous and began to whistle silently. The Chinese man glared hard at him, which caused him to become silent once more. The doors finally opened, and Duo got out as quickly as he could. *I'm glad that's over with* Duo thought to himself. He was mistaken as both men ended up walking to the same room.

"Oh no! I have to spend an entire trip here stuck in a room with you!" The Chinese guy practically yelled.

"Um..I'm Duo Maxwell," Duo said weakly.

"Chang Wufei."

Duo put his key into the whole and unlocked the door. He entered and saw the most luxurious room he ever had the fortune to lay his eyes upon.

"Wow!," he breathed out amazed.

The room was complete with three small bedrooms. Two bedrooms had two beds, and one bedroom had a single bed. There was a small snack bar, a giant big screen television, leather furniture, and even more surprising was the giant bathroom. It had a large jacuzzi, gold knobs, and a shower. Duo nearly fainted.

"What's wrong with you? You're acting like an onna. Haven't you ever seen a hotel room before?" Wufei asked.

"No, I haven't," Duo said a matter of factly.


Duo quickly walked to the leather sofa and plopped himself down.

"This is the life," he said contentedly.

"You see that bedroom with the single bed. That is MY room. I don't want you in there ever. In fact I would like you to leave me alone at all times," Wufei said seriously.

Duo nodded then gave the Chinese man a thumbs up before Wufei stalked off annoyed to his bedroom. He closed the door and began to unpack. Meanwhile, Duo layed back on his couch but was quickly startled as he heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

He looked up from the sofa and watched as the same blonde man from earlier came in. He got up quickly and helped Quatre with his bags.

"Quatre, right?" Duo asked.

"Yes. I guess we're going to be sharing this hotel room," Quatre said motioning to the entire room.

"Yeah, I guess so. There are three bedrooms and one kick-ass bathroom."

"I believe you. Which room is mines?"

"Well, the Chinese dude grabbed the single, so I guess you'll have to room with someone," Duo explained.

"I guess so. Would you care to room with me. I'm afraid I don't know anyone here, and you seem like a good guy."

Duo nodded and said,"It'll be my pleasure. Um..I think you're fancy talk is starting to rub off on me."

Quatre laughed a bit and continued to move his stuff into one of the bedrooms. Duo grabbed his things also and placed them down gently on the floor.

"I'll take this bed, if you don't mind, Duo," Quatre said gesturing towards the bed on the left side of the room near a window.

"It's no prob, man," Duo said with a grin.

Quatre placed his luggage and began to unpack. Duo walked back outside and nearly fell over as he crashed into something, or rather someone.

"Would you be careful!" Wufei chided Duo.

"Oh, this is the Chinese man you were talking about," Quatre pointed towards Wufei.

"I am Chang Wufei," Wufei said as he gave a side-glare to Duo.

"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir," Quatre said as he shook Wufei's hand.

"I guess we'll have to wait to meet our next to roomies," Duo grinned and laid down on his bed.

"You're not even going to unpack. You're just going to leave everything where it is?" Wufei said in annoyance.

"Yep. That's the plan."

Wufei muttered a curse before stalking off to his own room.

"I still don't get what such a rich guy like yourself is doing fighting in a tournament," Duo wondered outloud.

"How did you know I was rich?"

"Besides the way you talk, just look at your bags."

"I could've stolen them," Quatre said slightly peeved.

"A guy like you. I bet you've never even thought of stealing. You probably wouldn't even steal a pack of gum to save your life. So tell me why are you here?"

"What's with all the questions? Maybe I just like fighting," Quatre defended nervously.

Duo just raised an eyebrow but chose not to say anything. He was once again startled by the sound of the entrance door opening.

"Must be our other roommate," Duo commented.

"I'm going to go greet him,"Quatre said as he walked away.

"Tell him I say 'hi'," Duo yelled from his reclined position.

Quatre walked out and nearly bumped into the tall man. He looked up and beheld forest green eyes with a shock of brown hair covering one of them. Quatre smile warmly and stretched out his arm.

"I am Quatre Raberba Winner. Pleased to meet you."

"Trowa Barton," was all the taller man said.

"I guess that is your room over there," Quatre said, pointing to the room across the hall.

Trowa nodded slightly and walked towards the room. Quatre stumbled away to his own bedroom.

"What's our roommate like?" Duo asked curiously.

"Tall. Forest Green Eyes. Interesting hair. Very muscular," Quatre said dazed.

Duo stared at Quatre oddly. "Hm..why are you blushing?"

"What!?!" Quatre said with anger and confusion in his voice.

"Relax. It's just a question. You're secret's safe with me."

"What secret?" Quatre asked quickly.

"That you like boys," Duo answered with a grin.

"What gave you that idea?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you were acting like a school girl just a few minutes ago, I suppose. It don't bother me that you are gay."

"I hope you don't think of me as out of line, but are you gay?"

"I don't know. I never liked anyone romantically or physically. Girls do nothing for me. Guys do nothing for me."

"So you're asexual?" Quatre asked as he sat on the corner of Duo's bed.

"No. I just haven't met anyone who turned me on. I spent most of my time living among criminals and hoboes. They're not exactly the kind of people you want to date."

"Oh," Quatre said silently.

He got up off Duo's bed and continued to unpack. Duo fell silent and soon drifted off to sleep. He was awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of someone rummaging about. He looked over to Quatre's bed and saw the blonde was sleeping soundly.

Duo threw back his covers gently and got up off bed. He walked slowly makin sure not to make a sound. He got to the living room area and heard someone walking. Duo panicked slightly and reached out quickly to the other person. He grabbed the person in a headlock and walked to a light switch. He flipped the lights on quickly and looked down at the person who was in his lock. He couldn't get a good look at the person because in a moment he was sprawled on his back on the floor.

"I guess you are our last roommate," Duo said in pain.

"Do you attack all the strangers you meet like that?" the person, now revealed to be a man by his voice, said softly.

"No. I guess you're special," Duo said with a grin.

He pushed himself off the floor and looked up at the other man. His eyes widened slightly. The man standing in front of him was just as young as he was and looked to be in way better shape. But, what caught his attention were the slanted cobalt eyes of the man. He had never seen a single Japanese man with those eyes.

"I am Heero Yuy," the Japanese boy said with a bow.

"Uh..Duo..Duo Maxwell. I'm sorry for attacking you."

"It's okay. I kind of enjoyed it. It helps me to train my senses. I hope you don't actually fight that badly."

"Well, I guess you'll see soon."

"Not unless you're killed after your first fight," Heero said as he walked away to his room.

Duo glared at the man's retreating back. "What a jerk," he muttered before walking back to his own room.


well, i finished another chapter. its a bit longer than my others but i wanted everyone to meet and stuff...o well. plz give me some comments! plz plz plz! i beg of u. it makes me nervous when ppl don't...