Duo yawns and wanders to the bathroom. He’s looking for his bubble gum flavored dental floss and it doesn’t seem to be in his suitcase. He opens the door without thinking only to find it to be a steam bath…

    They are, but of course, at one of Quatre’s mansions, so the bathroom is the size of typical city houses’ living rooms…

    Anyway, someone (who isn’t in the room at the moment) has the tub being filled with scalding hot water. There’s candles all around. There’s a CD player in the corner and a stash of bonbons nearby…

    Duo scratches his head wondering who’s up to a night of pandering. Quatre isn’t home, so who’s doing this?

    Grinning evilly, he hides behind the Chinese screen eager to see which of the three pilots: Manly Man Trowa, Manly Man Wufei, or Manly Man Heero, is going to soak in the tub…

    The door opens and he ducks under cover. The God of Death isn’t all that interested in seeing anyone naked, he just wants to know who’s turning into a chick…

    He hears somebody humming, “A Simple Life” and then putting a CD into the player. Soon Chopin’s “Nocturne Posthume No. 2” begins to play.

    Duo figures it’s safe at this point and peeks up over the screen. There in the water it’s… Heero! He tries to hide his laughter but knocks over the screen instead…

    Have you ever wondered if Heero has a soft side?

    What do the pilots do on rainy days? Do they sip cocoa (As what seems to be so popular in anime, I’ve noticed.) and read poetry? Do they listen to Celtic music and read the Classics? (It took me seven years to read “Les Miserables” all the way through and if that’s a hobby for them, I can see why they all have a death wish…) Do they watch “chick flicks” (Another good reason to have a death wish.) and eat Haagan Daas? (A death wish in and of itself according to health studies…)

    They must do *something* to get in touch with their “inner selves”! Why, one can’t be expected to kick OZ butt twenty-four-seven and not have a little time set aside for oneself!

    Wufei probably paints his toenails secretly. I mean, if you think about it, he has nothing to fear. Who’s going to have the nerve to ask, “Hey Wufei! Who’s yellow and green nail polish is this sitting on the counter?”

    Trowa probably brushes his hair. He sits in front of his mirror for hours painstakingly trying to get it all to stay out of his face only to realize he looks like Sonic the Hedgehog… (I saw “The Matrix” tonight. That one chick kind of looks like Noin, speaking of people with their hair in their face…)

    Duo probably has a whole stash of those cool little bath beads that look like stars and shells and such and squirt out oil. He probably fills a bathtub with water and rubber duckies and listens to Sarah McLaughlin and squeezes bath beads…

    (Actually, as I was playing Grandma’s player piano the other night I started to think of Duo pounding on the piano at three in the morning all into it until Quatre would crawl out of bed [muttering, “What the @#$%?!?!? Did a porcupine decide to take a chainsaw to the inside of a harpsichord?!?!”] to introduce him to piano rolls so that if he “has to be up this early, at least it sounds like something!”)

    Quatre’s version of getting in touch with his inner self probably involves going paint balling. The boy has to do something somewhat violent occasionally! (*snicker*)

    And Heero… Well, Duo maybe a little hypocritical with his odd love of rubber duckies… But Heero likes his bonbons… And who’s going to try and take a little ten dollar piece of chocolate from the pilot of Wing Zero?