"Leave me alone," came the terse reply. Heero, struggling to keep some semblance of dignity, coolly walked down the hallway to the living room.

Trowa was seated in front of the television, watching some news program, with Quatre leaning against him, his usual happy smile on his face. Wufei stood by the window, a stress relieving squeezie bag in his hand. All three looked up as the bickering pair came in.

Quatre opened his mouth to ask something, and Trowa's eye opened wide in fear. He rushed to cover Quatre's mouth before he could start anything, but he was far too slow.

"What's wrong?" the blonde asked innocently.

"Nothing," Heero snarled.

Wufei sighed and averted his eyes. "Oh no, here it comes..."

"Everything!" Duo yelled.

Trowa groaned. "You've done it now."

"Heero's being a big meanie!" Duo cried melodramatically, actual tears forming in his eyes. "He won't let me read his diary!"

"Diary?" Wufei snickered.

"It's a journal, not a diary," Heero growled, trying to remain calm.

"I didn't know you kept one," Quatre remarked.

"Not surprising," Wufei said. "It's not something he'd tell everyone."

Duo sniffled. "Not even his koi! I'll bet it's because I'm in it!"

"It does not!" Heero snapped.

Duo blinked in shock, then began to cry. He sank to his knees, legs out, and water shot out of his eyes in broad arcs. They all sweatdropped.

"How'd you find out he has one?" Trowa asked.

The American immediately stopped crying and grinned. "Hee-chan talks in his sleep!"

Wufei's eyes opened wide for some reason, and he squeezed the little bag in his hand wildly, trying to work off sudden stress.

Heero glared at Duo and lunged, hands out for his throat. Survival instincts kicking into overdrive, Duo took off and ran around the couch Trowa and Quatre were on, putting them between him and a homicidal Heero.

"Duo, omae o korosu!"

Duo stuck out his tongue. "Beeedaa! You say that all the time, and you never kill the ones you say it to!"

Heero narrowed his eyes. "Never?"

Duo smiled sheepishly. "Um...well..."

Wufei sighed. "If it's anywhere, it's probably in his laptop."

The braided pilot shook his head sadly. "Nope, I looked."

"Duo! You touched my laptop?!" Heero resumed the chase, and the pair of them ran wildly around the couch as Trowa fought to watch the program.

"Now see what you started?" he chided Quatre.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Well, find a way to finish it before they break something."

Quatre thought hard for a few moments, then suddenly put his leg out, tripping Heero onto the carpet. As the Japanese glared daggers at him and Trowa wondered if he was going to have to fight to protect his koi, Quatre smiled up at Duo. "Try his underwear drawer! All boys put important things they want to hide in there!"

"Hey, great idea!" Duo ran back up the stairs, disappearing into the room he shared with Heero.

"Duo, stop!" Heero yelled, forgetting about attacking Quatre. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Duo came bounding happily down the stairs, a small plain book in hand. He leaped and stepped lightly on Heero's shoulders, using him to jump down the rest of the way. As Heero took another spill, Duo sat down on the warm television and opened it up, flipping rapidly through the pages.

"Let's see, let's see...what should I look up?" he wondered, eyes greedily sucking in every entry.

Heero quietly got up and started over, murder in his eyes. Duo looked up and jumped off the set, still reading as he kept walking around the couch. "Here it is!" he cried in joy. "Our first kiss!"

Again, Wufei squeezed his squeezie.

Heero lunged over the couch, tackling Duo's waist and bringing both of them to the ground. Not discouraged, Duo skimmed the entry, then gasped.

Everyone froze. "What?" they all asked, except Heero, who scrambled to get the book out of Duo's hands.

"It barely mentions me!" Duo cried, tears once again streaming from his eyes and soaking the carpet. "He hardly wrote about our kiss! Just a lot of filler about fireworks and trains going into tunnels and flowers opening!"

The squeezie suddenly exploded in Wufei's hand, and everyone facefaulted.

"Duo...?" Trowa wondered. "Do you know what those symbols mean?"

"Huh?"

"Sounds like Heero likes to write his thoughts in code," Quatre giggled.

Confused, Duo stopped crying and looked back over the entry. "Trains...into tunnels...tunnels..." he suddenly gasped as he realized what it meant. A huge grin appeared on his face and he turned around, firmly glomping onto Heero. "Oh, Hee-chan!"

Heero sighed and snatched his journal back, then slung Duo over his shoulder and stood.

"Heero, put me down! Heero!"

"Shut up, Duo."

Duo hung limply as Heero took him back upstairs. "Thanks for the hint, Quatre!" he smiled, waving before his hands reached down into Heero's spandex.

"Duo! Stop that!"

As the pair vanished back into their room, Wufei dashed to the kitchen for tissues, and Trowa cast a weary cycloptic gaze at Quatre. "I hope you've learned your lesson, little one. Never ask those two what's wrong."

Quatre nodded with a sigh. "You're right, Trowa. I shouldn't have done that." A wicked little gleam sparked in his eye, and he gazed up at Trowa with mock innocence. "Maybe I should be punished?"

Trowa returned his look. "I'll make you see fireworks," he purred.

From the kitchen came the sounds of tissues being violently torn out of a box.

The End