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WARNINGS: CITRUS, OOC, LANGUAGE.
AN: Okay, so I wanted to do this fic for a few years, but I just never got around to it. But here it is. This is when the G-boys are in school, but they're just normal kids, there's no war, or fighting in this one. At least I wasn't planning on it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the G-boys, you know the deal.
Half Angel
Live and Let Live
Duo stifled a yawn, and stretched his legs out under his desk only to 'accidentally' kick the chair of the person sitting in front of him. Wufei turned in his seat, and shot a warning glare at Duo before continuing to scribble down notes on what the teacher was currently saying.
Duo rolled his eyes, and was tempted with the idea of reaching forward, and stealing his friend's glasses, but perished the thought. He really didn't feel like being thrown through the wall today. So, he settled for tearing off a page of his notebook, and hurling it towards Wufei's head. But, unfortunately, it bounced off his head, and landed on Quatre's desk, who was sitting beside the Chinese teen, startling the piss out of the little blonde.
Quatre's head whipped around, and he shot a rude gesture at Duo before resuming his daydreaming.
Duo snatched his discarded pencil, and jotted 'I'm sorry' on another piece of paper before crumpling it up, and throwing it on Quatre's desk. He read it, and made the same gesture again, that was his cue to leave him alone.
Duo licked his dry, chapped lips, and scanned the class. No one was paying attention to what the teacher was saying. (Save for Wufei.) It was about minus thirty degrees outside today, and the school never had great heat so everyone was to absorbed in trying to warm him, or herself up. Personally, Duo wasn't cold at all. He decided to be smart today, and wear a heavy pair of jeans, a t-shirt with a thin, long-sleeved one over it, and a thick, wool one over that, and of course he had his jacket in his locker.
"Mr. Maxwell?" the teacher, Mr. Sates, suddenly spoke, startling him slightly.
"Yes?" he asked, fixing his teacher with an even stare. He could feel every eye in the class on him, and that encouraged him. He had always loved to be in the spotlight, and tormenting teachers was his specialty.
"Can you answer this problem on the board, Duo?"
He paused for a moment to regard the question scribbled at the front of the room. "I could answer the problem for you, but I can guarantee that it won't be the correct answer."
"Will you come up to the front, and try, and answer the question?"
Duo scrunched up his face in an irresistibly cute fashion, and pretended to think really hard. "I think…no," he shook his head vigorously to empathise his point.
Mr. Sates sneered, baring his discoloured teeth. "If you will not come to the front, and answer this question, then you'll see me in detention tonight."
Duo shrugged, not at all concerned. "Fine by me, I got nothing to do anyway."
Mr. Sates', sneer got wiped right of his face, and he quickly returned to his lecture.
Grinning like a sly cat, Duo glanced at Quatre who was sprawled over the top of his desk, trying to muffle frantic giggles with his arm.
Duo always loved humiliating Mr. Sates. The guy had been his teacher for only three months, and already they hated each other. His marks were always low in this class nowadays, and it wasn't because he wasn't doing his homework either.
After ten more agonizing minutes in the torture chamber, the bell rung, singling the end of morning classes, and Duo's favourite hour of the day.
He was just gathering up his books when a sharp whack in the back of his head sent them flying over the floor.
"Ow! Wha-"
"For disturbing my note-taking you idiot," Wufei scowled from behind him. "Now I'll have to look up reasoning, and proof strand myself."
"Aww, poor baby," Duo teased as he began to pick up his books, and binders from the floor. "You looked like you needed some waking up, you were like a zombie man."
Wufei removed his glasses from his nose, and placed them in a little container, which sat in the pocket of his jeans. "I was listening Maxwell, unlike some people."
"Hey, don't be so hard on him Wu. Personally, I think its very entertaining watching Duo tease you. It livens up this class a bit." Quatre said from his perch on top of his desk.
"Aww, thanks Q."
Wufei rolled his eyes. "Well next time, he can bother you, I'm sick, and tired of having to do extra work that should not need to be done in the first place."
"C'mon Wufei, lighten up. A little extra thinking won't hurt you," Duo straightened his spine, balancing his books in his arms. "C'mon, I'm starved, and am totally craving sugar right now."
Mr. Sates glared at the three teens as they left the room. Out of the three, the only one he liked was that Chinese kid. He was his best student, and it disappointed him that such a brilliant student would be hanging out with punks like them. That blonde may look innocent, but he's the one who's always encouraging the loudmouth. And speaking of the devil, that Duo kid was trouble, and if he's not now, he's going to be.
The cafeteria was bustling, and noisy as per usual when the three walked in. The line was already enormous, and the tables were filling up fast. Duo groaned.
"We're not even going to be able to find a seat if we ever get food that is."
"Sure we are Duo. I've had Trowa save us seats." Quatre replied, scanning the crowd for said Trowa.
"Yea, lucky bastard gets a spare right before lunch." Duo mumbled, starting to walk toward the end of the line.
"I'll join you guys in a sec. I need to go talk with Trowa." And with that, Quatre was already on the other side of the giant cafeteria.
Duo smirked, and leaned against the wall at the very end of the line. Quatre has had the hots for the quiet teen ever since last year when they met him. Duo had known Quatre since kindergarten, and Wufei since grade two, and they were the closest friends he had so it was tough for him to accept Trowa into their group. He was jealous in the beginning that someone else was taking so much of Quatre's time. He hated Trowa for about a month, until Trowa finally sat down, and had a long talk with him.
"Why do you hate me?" Trowa had asked.
Inside, Duo sneered, but he didn't let it show, choosing instead to be polite to his best friend's friend. "I don't hate you."
"Yes you do," Trowa insisted. "I can see it ever since we met, and I started hanging out with you guys…would you like me to leave?"
Duo was shocked for a moment. Yes, leave, go away, get out, his mind had said, but his mouth had different plans. "No, no! Don't leave, it would break Quatre's heart!" he swallowed hard. Oh shit!
Trowa smiled, it was small, and barely there, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Okay, so I stay for the sake of the blonde, and we don't have a repeat of this, deal?" he held out his hand.
Duo hesitated for a moment before making up his mind. "Deal." It would, after all, truly break Quatre's heart to see him go.
"So how long do you think Quatre will keep chasing him for?" Wufei asked with a small hint of amusement in his voice as he joined Duo against the wall.
"He's not chasing him," Duo replied, watching as Quatre sat down at the table, which Trowa was parked at, surrounded by books, and binders. "Trowa knows full well how Quatre feels…he just isn't deciding not to act on it right now?"
"Why?" Wufei nudged Duo's shoulder, pointing out that the line was moving. "He doesn't resent Quatre does he?"
"No," Duo snagged two cafeteria trays, and handed one to Wufei. "He doesn't have a problem with it, but from what I heard, he doesn't want to ruin their friendship. They are pretty close after all."
"Yea, that's understandable. And how does Quatre feel about that?"
"He doesn't know anything," he licked his lips hungrily as he took a chocolate muffin off the counter. "Trowa doesn't want him to know anything so he doesn't hurt Quatre if he decides not to go out with him."
"Ahh, I see. Trowa's wise to do that, you know how fragile Quatre's heart is." Wufei took a small sushi roll, which consisted of rice, wrapped in dried seaweed, and some kind of spicy smelling sauce mixed in with it. So, it technically wasn't sushi because this had no real raw fish, but it was close enough.
Duo wrinkled his nose. "How can you stand that stuff?"
"It's good Duo, if you had ever actually tried one, you'd know."
Duo shuddered. "Try that. No way. We're talking raw fish here."
"Actually, this has no raw fish in it. Just rice, and seaweed."
"Close enough. It's still nasty." Duo ordered a big bowl of poutine, a milk chocolate bar, and a can of cream soda along with his muffin.
"At least mine's healthy," Wufei scoffed, staring at Duo's tray as they walked toward the table in which Quatre was still seated at. "All yours is fat, and sugar."
"A part of a balanced lunch," the braided teen replied happily, sitting beside Quatre. "Hey Q. If you don't go, and get your lunch now, you're not going to have a chance to eat until after classes."
"Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. "I totally forgot, I'll be right back!" he gave Trowa a small, shy smile, and then was gone.
"So, what about you Tro? You gonna eat lunch?" Duo asked, starting to eat his poutine.
Trowa cleared his books from the table so Wufei could sit beside him. "I've already eaten long before you go here Duo."
"What were you studying?" Wufei asked suddenly.
"Calculus."
Duo cringed. "Calculus. EWWWW! Why?"
"Math is a fascinating subject Duo, if you would just take to time to learn it."
"No way! Math is totally not my area of expertise, I prefer science more, even though a lot of aspects in science suck, it's still better than math."
"But math is the same in every country in the world," Wufei said, pointing his forkful of salad to Duo. "It's one universal language."
"So is a lot of science," Duo retorted, trying to defend himself. These two had a thing about picking on him. "And besides, you get to blow things up in the science lab."
Wufei, and Trowa both groaned. Of course Duo would be interesting in anything that had to do with either gunpowder, or fire. The boy was a teenage pyro.
Duo was about to say another sarcastic comment when something, or rather someone caught his eye on the other side of the cafeteria. He paused, and just watched as another teen chatted happily with a few of his friends. He had seen this young teen around the school before, but never paid attention to him. Today, however, this being attracted him like a moth to flame. He was about his age, and probably in his grade too. He had short, and very unruly chocolate bangs that hung over his eyes, and his hair didn't seem to know which way it wanted to grow. He wore a dark blue t-shirt that brought out his stunning ocean, blue eyes, and a pair of light blue jeans.
"Who's that?" Duo asked, still staring at the teen.
Both Trowa, and Wufei glanced back over their shoulders.
"Heero Yuy," Trowa finally said, turning back to him. "A perfect straight A student, best basketball player this school has ever seen, a great role model for the juniors, and an all round great guy. He organizes the school dances, and helps with school fundraising, and the like, AND he's single."
Duo, and Wufei blinked.
"Right, and how do you know all this?" Duo asked.
"It pays to listen Duo."
"I see, and now I know what holds your hair up. You know so much that your brain is full, and it needs someplace to go, so it's seeping through your skull, and into your hair."
When Quatre returned to the table, the three boys were laughing so hard, that tears were streaming down their cheeks.
"What happened? What did I miss?" he asked as he sat down beside Duo with his tray.
"I'll tell you later Q, but take a look at this," Duo put an arm about Quatre's shoulders, and pointed him in Heero's direction. "Do you know him?"
Quatre licked his lips as he eyed the chocolate haired teen. "No, he's nice though."
"Quatre!" Duo smacked him on the arm, his face going beat red.
"What? He is! What are you so embarrassed about?"
Wufei too was blushing, but Trowa had turned to once again survey Heero.
"Quatre," Duo's voice had lowered to almost a whisper. "I'm not gay."
The Arabian arched a delicate eyebrow, and poked Duo in the nose with his fork. "Right, I forgot. You're still in denial, just admit it, you like him."
"He is good looking," Trowa commented absently, reaching under his chair, and grabbing his water bottle. "Too bad he can't hang around with us."
"What?" Duo stared at Trowa. "Why not?"
"He's a jock, he only talks to people of his kind, and we are certainly not jocks. As you well know we, at least our little group here, has been labelled as popular to most kids. It would be disastrous if you would try, and talk to him."
"I guess so," Duo turned back to his lunch, and stuffed a gravy, and cheese coated fry into his mouth. "You know," he said thoughtfully. "I hate these stereotypes that we make for each other. I think that we should be able to talk to who we want, and where we want."
"Amen to that."
Heero had been chatting to one of his fellow team members about their latest game, when a flash of movement caught his eye. He stopped in mid-sentence, and stared at one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. He had long, waist length hair that was tied back in a tight, neat braid, and he seemed to be wearing to ton of clothes. He watched as the other teen rose from his seat, and reached for the bottom of his heavy sweater, and striped it off. Heero swallowed hard, and licked his suddenly dry lips as the shirt he wore underneath stuck to the sweater, and rode up to the bottom of his ribcage before a small blonde boy giggled, and pulled it down for him.
Duo Maxwell, his brain supplied helpfully. He was only one of the most popular people in the school. Heero didn't know if Duo noticed it, but almost all the girls wants to go out with him, and a lot of them had even dropped their boyfriends to ask Duo out.
Almost all the jocks wanted to beat the crap out of him, but none of them dared. Duo was just too popular, and if he just suddenly showed up at school half dead, the school would riot. Heero himself had no problem whatsoever with Duo because he had never had a girlfriend. He didn't even like girls, they were too giggly, and clingy for him.
He had no idea why he had never noticed Duo this way before. He had known Duo's name for about a year, and a half or so. He guessed he had never given it much thought. Why would Duo want him anyway? The guy was probably straight as a stick.
Heero had to suppress a small gasp as Duo snapped off a piece of his chocolate bar, and a perfectly pink tongue came out to have a taste before popping the whole piece into his mouth.
"Heero? You okay?" one of the guys asked, but he couldn't hear. His whole world was focused on that beautiful creature. "Heero?" someone touched him arm, and he jerked himself back to reality.
"Umm…I…umm…have to go!" he got to his feet quickly, and ran out of the cafeteria, hoping that no one saw the bulge in the front of his pants, or the desperate look in his eyes.
Duo frowned slightly as he saw Heero run out of the cafeteria, but just shrugged it off, and continued talking.
"-now you have to insert the cheese very carefully into this little pocket of soft dough you have, and then stick it together, and then you can boil them, or fry them, or bake them. Personally, I like them fried, they're nice, and greasy then."
"And where exactly did you learn how to cook porgies Maxwell?" Wufei asked.
"Well…"
Heero walked out of the men's bathroom, tugging at parts of his clothing to smooth the wrinkles out, and trying to make himself seem less muddled. Just watching Duo had made him hard, which was very unusual for him. Most of the time, he can control himself, but for some reason…he shook his head. He just needed to get laid.
Duo was jostled out of a dream that included a certain brown-haired boy, by the loud clanging of the bell, singling the end of the day. Finally, he thought, gathering his books, and leaving the room. The class he had just had was history, and was probably one of the most boring classes ever, besides math. Not that he didn't like history, he loved it, it was his teacher that made it boring. She could drone on, and on with that same, even, boring voice of hers, for hours. He shuddered, and his eyelids grew heavy just thinking about it.
As he approached his locker on the third floor of the school, he thought back to his dream. It wasn't erotic or anything, but it still disturbed him. It featured him, and Heero in a game of basketball, and then in the library studying together, and they were more than just friends. It was weird.
You are not gay! He said to himself, and kept repeating it while he flipped the lock open. You are not gay! You are not gay! You are no-"Duo?"
"Ahh!" he jumped, and hit his head on the little shelf on the top of his locker. Slowly, he stepped back, and straightened, rubbing the painful lump on his head. "Oi hi Q," he said to the blonde standing beside him. "What's up?"
"Just to remind you Duo that you have a detention right now with Mr. Sates." Quatre said, opening his own locker right next to Duo's. They were lucky enough to end up in the same homeroom, and most of their classes were together too.
Duo groaned. "Thanks Q."
"So, what are you going to do about Heero?" he asked suddenly, placing his textbooks back into his perfectly organized locker.
"Nothing. Why?" Duo began to run through a mental checklist of all the homework he had that night, and put the right binders back into his backpack.
"Just wondering. Rumours have it that he was seen earlier today jerking off in the first floor bathroom just beside the cafeteria."
"Oh come off it Q. Those are just rumours." But in truth, Duo just wanted Quatre to stop mentioning anything that had to do with Heero right now. He had enough on his mind.
Quatre considered him seriously. "It would explain a lot Duo."
"Like what?"
"Like him running out of the cafeteria earlier this morning. Did you catch the look in his eyes?"
Wait," Duo paused in putting his books away. "You saw him run out today too?"
Quatre nodded. "Yep, and if you ask me, he looked pretty desperate." Quatre had seen how Heero had looked at Duo, but decided against mentioning it for the moment. This was already to lot for Duo to handle already.
"But I didn't ask you Quatre," Duo slammed his locker shut. "Well, see you tomorrow, I have a date in hell."
"Goodbye Duo. See you."
Duo turned with a wave of his hand, and whistled a small tune on his way to Mr. Sates' classroom. He rapped his knuckles on the door, and walked in. Suddenly, he froze as he spotted Heero sitting in a desk, back straight, his hand flying over the paper as he copied down what Mr. Sates was saying something about triangles.
"Ah, hello Duo," Mr. Sates said, pausing in his lecture to look at him. "Take a seat for now, you can leave in half an hour." And with that, he continued his lecture.
Heero's eyes stayed on him for a moment longer before he once again began jotting down notes.
Duo went over to the back of the room in the far corner where he could see Heero's, and Mr. Sates' face. He leaned back, and let his mind wander. Heero's attention never wavered from Mr. Sates, just like his hand never stopped moving across the paper. Heero was bea-YOU ARE NOT GAY! You are not gay. You are not gay. You are not gay. You are-"You can go now Duo." YES!
He grabbed his backpack, and ran out of the room, out of the school, and into his home as fast as he could.
What the hell is happening to me?
"Do
you understand Heero?" Mr. Sates asked.
"Yes sir. Thank you."
"Thank you Heero. I'll see you tomorrow."
Heero nodded absently, and left the classroom. His mind was now totally focused on Duo at the moment as he walked through the empty corridors. He couldn't seem to get Duo out of his head all afternoon, and he barely managed to keep up with what the teacher's were saying.
Does he have any idea what he's doing to me?
AN: Well, what do you think, it's quite it bit longer than some
of my other fiction ne? Anyway, review please! You know how much I
love reviews.
Half Angel
