tantrys - ffiction - Kinder
Kinder
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By: Tan
*Warnings*: A little bid of violence (child abuse), but nothing graphic. Too much thinking, and drivel, and long drawn out, pointless scenes.
*Summry*: An A.U. from the kindergartener Heero's P.O.V. It seems a bit advanced for a kindergartener, but I don't know how a 5 year old thinks. Take it or leave it ^_^
"Good morning class!"
"Good morning Mrs. Huffaker!"
The large woman smiled and clapped her hands lightly. Heero glared. "We have a new student, class. This is Heero Yuy. Say good morning!"
"Good morning Heero Yuy!
They know my name now-- they are all expendable. Heero scowled further. A small, sickly looking red head in the front of the room burst out crying. Mrs. Huffaker sighed.
"You'll find a seat in the back, Heero. I'll be over in a second to show you what we're doing today." She patted his shoulder, gently pushing him in the right direction. Heero had to use a lot of will power to keep himself from grabbing Mrs. Huffaker's arm and flipping her over his head... J would not be pleased at such an action.
With all 30 kindergartner eyes on him Heero stomped to the back of the room to the last available seat. Four more pairs of eyes watched him as he sat and contemplated his surroundings.
"Hi, Heero!" A sweet, calm voice chirped. Heero's head snapped to attention, pulling the speaker into a dagger like gaze.
The little boy didn't flinch. He was very fair, with nearly white blonde hair, and crystal colored eyes. In his tiny hand was a fat blue crayon, paused in the middle of scribbling out a blue blob on paper. "Welcome to our table!"
Heero didn't comment. He was cataloging the blonde. May look innocent, but never underestimate.
"My name is Quatre. That's Wufei--"
Heero's eyes barely swiveled. There was a surprisingly small and sturdy Asian to his left. His dark eyes sparkled with intelligence, and pride. His crayon was pink, and he'd managed to sketch out a fat uneven dog. "Nataku" was written in round jagged letters beneath it. Quatre continued.
"This is Trowa," he pointed to the boy next to him. Heero had barely noticed him. He sat very still, which was very abnormal of a 5 year old. His hair was short, brown, and beginning to grow in a strange fashion over one eye. Heero stared into the one completely visible hazel orb. Do not underestimate-- may not threaten, but has secrets...
"And that's Duo."
After a millisecond of further Trowa study Heero turned to his right. He was surprised, but didn't show it. Duo was inches from Heero's nose. After a moment he backed up and smiled hugely. He had mischievous, deep blue eyes.
"Pass me the black crayon?" He demanded.
A braid? How unprofessional, Heero thought. It was almost mid back, and was a soft baby brown color. Duo wore a black tee-shirt and black jean shorts. Even his socks and shoes were black. He was rather small, very fidgety and he looked dumb. Heero's eyes narrowed further.
"Here Duo," Quatre interrupted, rolling a black crayon to Duo. Duo cheered and scooped it up. He was coloring in the gray lines of the grim reaper. Don't underestimate... maybe...
"Good work Quatre!" Mrs. Huffaker declared suddenly, leaning over to study Quatre's art. Quatre beamed. He had a vague camel shape on his paper. Trowa leaned over to look at it, smiling a little. This seemed to make Quatre even happier.
"Have you all introduced yourselves to Heero?" She asked eagerly. All four heads nodded. "Good! Now Heero, I'll get you some paper, and you can start drawing--" Heero nodded, accepting the orders. He took the paper Mrs. Huffaker provided, and laid it flat, aligning it appropriately level with the curve of his side of the table. "Today we are drawing our favorite thing. When everyone is done, we'll hang them up on the wall and share!" Another nod had her clapping again, and wandering off. Heero picked up the nearest crayon, and looked at his paper. Favorite... thing... Dog, camel, grim reaper-- He glanced up at Trowa's paper. A clown...
This doesn't compute. I don't have a "favorite thing."
"Aren't you going to start drawing?"
Heero didn't respond. If I ignore him, he will go away.
"Where are you from?"
He's not going away. Should try alternative plan.
"L1 colony."
"Ohh. Why'd you come here?"
Heero actually looked up.
"You talk a lot."
Duo smiled. "I know. That's what Mrs. Huffaker says. I get in trouble a lot. Mrs. Huffaker will get mad if you don't start coloring soon."
"I don't have a "favorite thing" to draw," Heero grumbled. He looked at the silver crayon. Must draw... Must assmilate-- asmiliate-- blend in... He began drawing perfectly straight, appropriate lines. The dimensions of his room, the only thing he really knew. There was his bed-- a square platform with white sheets and a blanket. The door, and an overhead light. He picked up Duo's discarded black crayon and added a few more details. The dark shadow under his bed, and the door knob.
"Ooo what's that a club house?!" Duo squealed, squishing closer to Heero to look. Heero pushed him away angrily.
"Stay on your side," he ordered. Duo stuck out his tongue. Visions of hitting the small boy in the face flashed through Heero's head. He held them back.
"So what is it?" He jabbered on. Apparently one threat wasn't enough.
"It's my room," Heero supplied slowly. Duo just looked at him blankly.
"Nuh uh."
What? What? He doesn't believe me. Why would I lie? I would only lie to protect my identity and my mission... When I have one.
"Of course it is," he responded. A soft, disbelieving snort came from Heero's left. Wufei was sneering at the plain gray image.
"It looks like a jail," he commented snobbishly.
"Don't you have any toys?" Quatre asked with wide eyes. Trowa passed him his yellow crayon wordlessly. He wasn't looking at Heero, but he was listening.
"I don't need toys."
No one spoke for a moment. I said something wrong.
"Okay class! Finish up, and we'll start to share!"
Heads lowered and the sound of furious coloring began. Heero's odd statement was momentarily forgotten. He looked down.
A jail.
"Your kitty looks very nice, Kaitlyn. Thank you. Duo... would you like to be next?" Mrs. Huffaker spoke haltingly. She'd avoided the child's rapidly waving arm as long as she could. Duo rocketed out of his chair and sprinted to the front of the room.
"I drew Death because he's really cool and he always wears black and that's what my friends call me-- they call me Shinigami actually--"
"Thank you!" Mrs. Huffaker cut in expertly. Duo looked crushed. He handed his paper to the teacher with a drooping smile that flipped upwards when she slashed a giant red "A" across it. Heero watched him emotionlessly.
A jail...
"That just leaves Heero! Come on up--"
"I didn't draw anything," Heero said simply. The kids around him turned to stare in disbelief.
"W-what?" Mrs. Huffaker inquired. It seemed as if when presented with the opportunity to color, a five year old child never declined.
"I didn't color anything," Heero repeated. Duo was bursting to object. Heero shot him a piercing gaze; one filled with warning. The boy wasn't as dense as he'd thought, because he didn't comment.
"Well... that just won't do. You'll have to do your work in this class, Heero, or you can't graduate. Have your picture done tomorrow, please." The teacher was not happy.
Must not inform J of this.
"Time to get ready for the busses, class! Go get your coats and lunch boxes!"
Chaos broke free as the end of the day approached. Heero's table scattered, rushing the cubby holes built into the far side of the classroom wall. He hadn't brought anything.
"Do you know what bus you ride, Heero?" Mrs. Huffaker asked gently. Heero didn't even look at her.
"I have a ride."
"Okay..." The shrill scream of a bell startled her. She waved at and good-byed the blurred figures of her students as they scattered. Heero stood, and followed at the tail end. He walked mechanically through the emptying halls, and out onto the concrete sidewalk. Gigantic yellow vehicles roared away, exhaust making the air seem thick, and gray. He stood frozen. One minute later a long black car crept into the school's circle drive. It halted before Heero's motionless form. The back door opened, and he ducked inside. The stiff leather seats held him poised appropriately, feet dangling.
"How was school?" J asked disinterestedly. He motioned to the driver to pull away. Heero kept his gaze on the back of the front passenger seat.
"Fine." I drew a jail.
As Heero ran, with wires and nodes attached to his developing arms chest and forehead, he fell into the quiet, black block of his mind. The one that helped with the training, and the pain of J's evaluations. Even now it dimmed the burning in his chest from exertion, and the ache of his overworked leg muscles. The treadmill showed now signs of slowing.
The black block now held a gray drawing. One with simple lines.
I drew that today.
It's not important! I have to train! He shouted mentally. The image faded... but not the memory... He was tired.
Heero walked into school behind a tall, smelly third grader. He was walking very slowly. Heero walked faster, dodging around the big boy and just nudging his arm.
"Hey! Watch it stupid!"
Heero threw an impatient, angry glare back at the boy. His class arrived, and he stepped in. A few of the other students had arrived. They looked at him for a moment... then turned back to the toys. They were building a fort.
"Hiiiii your name's Heero, right?"
Heero had just made it safely to his seat. He looked at the speaker.
It was a girl. She was as tall as he was, and had golden blonde hair, tied back with two small braids. Her eyes were very blue. She smiled shyly at him.
"Yes."
"I'm Releeeena Peacecraft. My daddy's famous."
Heero's attention span failed on him. He turned back to his book bag. J had bought it upon a simple request. He'd frowned at Heero's further desire for paper, and crayons, but had complied. He pulled out his forged "favorite thing." It was a swing set. He'd seen one on the way home yesterday, and had copied the memory down, to please the teacher. It would fool her.
"Ohhh is that your drawing?! It's soooo coool!!" Relena snatched the paper from his hand. Heero cursed his slow reaction, and took it back. Relena pouted.
"Eww it's Relena!"
Duo had arrived. He once again wore black-- it looked like a different version of yesterday's outfit. Longer black shorts, and a black tee-shirt with a white collar and sleeves. Quatre, Trowa and Wufei followed, passing the murderous Relena towards the protection of their cubby holes.
"Shut up, Doo-Doo!" Relena screamed, planting her hands on her ruffled pink hips.
"Ahh! Don't call me that!!" Duo wailed, hitting a pitch even Relena couldn't match. He held up a threatening fist. Relena made a hideous face and pranced off. Mrs. Huffaker entered the room smiling, and calling the start of class. Heero had returned to business. He found his new cubby hole, and placed his bag in it. Mrs. Huffaker doted on his drawing, and thanked him with a bright red "A."
"Who's ready for our math workbooks?!"
"I don't *know*!"
"Duo," Mrs. Huffaker scolded. The impatient boy's head flopped loudly onto the table. His study group sighed collectively. Heero couldn't believe this-- he's not even trying.
"Just add three and seven--"
"Why?"
"Just do it!" The teacher growled. Duo's eyes grew round.
"Duo, you can do it," Quatre encouraged. Duo folded his arms stubbornly, and looked up pointedly at clock.
"Look-- one minute till recess we're *done*--"
"Duo!" Mrs. Huffaker cried. "You can tell time but you can't add?!" The bell rang, stopping her from any further disbelief.
"Never said I couldn't add," he said simply, rising like a hurricane from the table. Quatre looked stressed, as did the rest of the table.
I don't know why she put me here...
"C'mon Quatre-- let's go get the monkey bars 'fore Releeena gets them."
Heero shuddered. Relena. He surveyed the room nervously. The nut case was helping Mrs. Huffaker in cleaning up the room. The exit was clear.
"You wanna play on the monkey bars too?"
Heero swiveled around to the inquiring voice. He looked at Duo. The adjective "stupid" crossed his mind, but didn't fix. He was just... flighty.
"What?"
"Geeze, don't you listen?!" Duo sighed in exaggeration, shaking his head and sending his unruly braid flopping-- right into Wufei's face. The cool boy's face turned red in anger, and he looked ready to kill. Heero was watching the fascinating shades of red, orange, blue, purple and pink flash across Wufei's features. He didn't expect Duo to knock ferociously on his skull with sharp childish knuckles. He didn't even have time to react, nor the will to.
He surprised me.
I'm never surprised.
"Come on! Relena will get there first and she'll wanna play Queen of the World again!" Heero was bowled over by an impatient, black clad boy. Not having any other prime directive, he followed. What is a monkey bar?
There were no monkeys on these bars, but the Duo was close to one. He swung expertly from one bar to the next, pulling himself up to the top of them and trying to mimic Trowa's easy tightrope swagger. He fell twice into the sand beneath the bars, onto Quatre's sand pile every time. The blonde laughed at him, and built another one in preparation.
This is similar to sniper training. Requires arm strength--
"Aren't you going to play?"
Quatre. Piling up sand faithfully-- oof! Duo fell again and erupted into a coughing / laughing fit. His blue eyes were merry. Fun filled.
"I don't play."
"Well you must not do very much-- you don't have any toys, and you don't play. I'd be bored. I bet I could race you all the way across the bars!"
A challenge... Heero almost smiled grimly. There were barely 25 bars, spaced less than a foot apart.
"I'm the best racer," Duo bragged, smiling brightly. Heero approached beside him on the wide, steel structure. He assumed the same half hanging position and waited, eyes fixated on the other side.
"Ready! Seeeeet!" Quatre drawled. "Go!!"
Heero heard a bang. The bang of a gun, signaling the beginning of his training course. He saw J's face behind the viewing glass. Waiting for him to fail...
His feet hit the sand softly. His ugly yellow sneakers sank slightly.
"Wow! You moved so fast!"
