These Painful Thorns
By:Kinomi Shadow
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing... Darn!
Notes: I don't normally write yuri and this is no exception. However, this fic will be slightly yuri but mostly a straight fic.
Quatre wanted to talk to the girl with the flaming red hair and the uncanny sense of adventure. It was his last year of highschool and he wanted to have something to remember besides the past war and his father's death. He watched this girl from across the room, his blue eyes wide and focused on the young woman. This girl never complied with the school dress code; she wore the boys uniform instead. Quite boyish, this girl was, that she captivated all of the males at the prep school. Even Trowa and Heero were astonished by her ability to somehow make the uniforms look sexy.
"Maybe I should talk to her," Quatre said half to himself. "How hard could it be?"
Quatre got up and walked slowly to her table, stumbling here and there. The girl looked up, blinked several times, and went back to reading her prized manga: Scryed. Quatre tried to clear his throat, but instead went into violent hacking. Again, the girl looked up, smiled slightly, and returned to her "comic book".
"So, um, you like manga?" Quatre asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Well just this one," she said, not glancing away from the pages.
"Which one is it?" Quatre asked, trying to sound interested.
The girl flashed the cover title, then sighed and went back to reading.
"Ya know it's rude to talk to someone when you don't know their name," she muttered, hiding her smile with the book.
"Isn't your name Daitsu?" he asked, leaning over to see what she was reading.
"Actually, it's Daisuke," she replied.
"Isn't that a boy's name?" Quatre asked, looking kind of confused.
Daisuke looked up and smiled, putting the book down. She rose from her chair and brushed past Quatre.
"My, you ask alot of questions," She said softly. "You... Were a gundam pilot once, weren't you? Tough guy right?"
Quatre swallowed hard.
"Not really," he said. "I just wanted peace and to live normally..."
Daisuke laughed and ran her hand nervously through her hair.
"Well you're something," she remarked, finding humor in Quatre's blushing face. "But it will do you no good to ask me out because I like girls."
Quatre's mouth hung slightly open, and Daisuke looked amused.
"Y-you're?" Quatre said breathlessly.
"A lesbian?" she finshed. "Well duh! Ain't it obvious? I call myself by a guy's name, I'm always surrounded by chicks, and I dress in the boys uniform for crying out loud. Sorry if your feelings are hurt, but I really hate guys, ya know."
With that, Daisuke walked away, leaving Quatre quite confused. He ran his hand through his blonde hair, puzzled his unharmed feelings. Even so, he wasn't quite convinced at her statement.
"I'll try again tomorrow," he said to himself. "I want to know more about her..."