Hey peeps! Just writing a Lil something that came to mind, that's all.
Warnings: Shounen Ai (of Course); violence; lot's of racial/sexual slurs and cussing. Also, there's some OOC That's about all, I should think. If any other things come up I'll post them in later chapters I guess.
Umm, there's a lot of racism this fic, and I have to say, if u don't like don't read.
This is my first attempt at an AU, so please, be kind. (*Trixie666 pops in*: You see, you have to read in-between lines: when she says 'Please be kind,' she means 'Please be kind or I will destroy you.' *disappears*)
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Duo Maxwell walked through the gates of the navy blue building, his face set in a dark glare. His violet eyes were glinting with rage and he held a black book. His legs took long strides and his pace did not falter as he approached a table surrounded by Asian students. They spread out as the American boy neared them.
Sitting in the center of the table was a Chinese boy, a smug smile on his face. Behind him was another dark-haired boy, his features similar to the teen sitting down, a blank expression on his face. Duo slammed his hands on the painted table, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Alright, Chang," he spat angrily, flipping open the hardcover book, "did you write this?" Inside in large black scrawl was 'Duo Maxwell is a Fag' and next to that were some Chinese characters.
The Chinese boy's smirk grew wider and he turned to the boy behind him, speaking in their native tongue. "Okay Wufei?" he asked in his accented English, and the smaller boy, Wufei, nodded then replied, "Okay, Jiao." The braided-boy glared at them and held the book so tightly his knuckles turned white. Jiao turned back to the American, his own eyes clear and unreadable. He stood and leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table. "Yeah, I did, 'cause it's true, you fucking queer! It's not like you're gonna do anything, fag!"
Duo clenched his hands around his book tighter. "Fuck you," he hissed, his voice low, "you goddam FOB [1]." Jiao's eyes glinted dangerously and he snarled: "What did you call me?" Smirking, the violet eyed boy growled, "Chink."
The Asian teen swung without warning, and the violet eyed boy's neck snapped to the side. Stunned, the brown-haired American stayed like that for a moment, then turned, and not breaking his movement, slammed the book into the side of the Jiao's face, sending the older boy flying. He walked over quickly, and kicked him the ribs repeatedly, his steal-toed boots breaking the black-haired boy's ribs; soon he began alternating between stomping on the boy's head and kicking his sides. After tiring of this, he grabbed the Chinese boy's head and slammed it into the cement over and over; the black-eyed teen's blood splattered across the ground. "What, motherfucker?! You can talk shit, but you can't back it up," Duo spat in disgust.
He dropped Jiao's limp head onto the concrete and stood up...to be met face to face with Mr. Kushrenada, the school principal. "Fuck," Duo cursed, and followed the ginger-haired man to his office.
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Trieze sighed heavily, his expression unreadable. His elegant hands shifted through the files on his oak desk. "Duo Maxwell," he read, "five suspensions in two months and two years of probation for assault and battery, with four violations excluding this one." Duo rolled his eyes and simply said, "He swung first."
The principal's blue-eyes flashed and he slammed his fist on the wooden desk and practically shouted, "Don't you understand Maxwell? You could go to Jail! I would hate to see someone with your potential locked up because you feel the need to beat the living crap out of every person you don't like!" "I don't give a flying fuck anymore!" he hissed. "You should," came the reply. The amethyst boy and the azure eyed man glared at the each other, neither willing to move an edge.
"Excuse me gentlemen," a soft voice interrupted, causing both to look up. Standing in the door way was Zechs, Duo's older half brother. The tall blonde in the doorway entered, his blue-eyes dark. The American teen gave a small nod as his older sibling walked in. Zechs ignored him and took the seat next to the braided boy. "Zechs," the red-headed principal began, only to be silenced when the former student held up a hand. "Look, Jiao's little group stole Duo's bag; when he got it back they wrote 'Fag' all over everything," he said smoothly, tossing the black book the brown-haired teen had lost during the fight, onto the table. Treize picked it up and started flipping through it, taking mental notes of all the obscenities in it. "And," Zechs said looking at the principal cooly, "Jiao swung first; you can check the security cameras[2]."
Treize put the book on his desk and sat silently for a moment. When he spoke there was a hint of gratitude in his voice: "Thank you Mr. Marquize, but you can't be here to save your little brother every time. I hope you do understand, however, he is suspended for five days." The blonde nodded and stood, then left with Duo following him.
"Hey thanks," the violet eyed teen said, clapping a hand on Zechs's shoulder. The blue-eyed teen whirled around and slammed his little brother against a row of lockers. "Dammit Duo!" he snapped, "You can't fuck around like this anymore! You're fucking up your life!"
Duo struggled against his brother's grip for a few moments, and, finding it impossible to free himself, gave up. He bowed his head and when he looked up at his brother again, his purple eyes were brimming with tears.
"Don't you think I know that? Don't you think I want to give this shit up, give up being a tough guy and relax, not have to constantly look over my shoulder?!" Zechs's hold on the braided boy slackened as he read the expression in his brother's eyes. "Duo," he whispered softly, "the assholes who killed mom and dad are going to get theirs, okay? We'll pull through and when we find out who those mother fuckers were...But you know that they wouldn't want you to do this; they wouldn't want you to screw up your life, okay?" The smaller boy nodded sullenly and shouldered his bag to go home.
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Treize watched the small exchange between the brother's, shaking his head all the while. 'Maybe Zechs can put some sense into that boy,' he thought to himself. Sighing, the blue-eyed principal sat behind his desk and leaned back, glancing at the two pictures on his desk. One was of Dorothy Catalonia, who also went to this school, and his daughter Marie Maia. He stared at the photographs without really seeing them; instead his thoughts were on the current problem: IshinShiShi [3] High was predominantly Asian, but that wasn't problem. The problem was most of the Asian students had a superiority complex, believing they were better than all the other students and were constantly terrorizing them. Duo Maxwell was one of the few students in the school who stood up for himself and possibly one of the rare elite who had succeeded in defeating one of the Asian students. Treize's mind would have wandered farther, had there not been a knock on his door. "Mr. Kushrenada?" Ms. Une, his secretary, murmured softly, "the new student, Heero Yuy is here."
The blue-eyed man nodded and beckoned for his secretary to show the new student in. "Bring his files for me, please, Ms. Une." The brunette nodded and disappeared. A moment later she reappeared, a folder three inches thick under her arm. She entered the spacious office, "Here are your papers, Mr. Kushrenada," and dropped the file on Treize's desk with a loud thud, "and here is Heero Yuy."
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TBC!!!