FIVE
Sutoomu
Hello, all, and this is the fic 'Five'. It's a rather odd and unusual fic, and I have no idea how I thought it up, but I wrote a lot of it. At least ten chapters in a single week, I was so obsessed with this fic. And now, since my internet connection on my labtop has finally been fixed, I can finally post this fic. If I focus on this fic, it'll be finished really soon, too. In just a few chapters more! It could end up being the first fic I finish! I've been waiting forever, and I'm so excited! I hope you like it, and please, please, please review. As soon as I get a few reviews, I'll post chapter two, which is completely ready! Hope you enjoy!
Wufei Chang was generally new in school. He had been going here long enough for people to start talking about him, but he was still new enough to be considered new. He had been attending the school for two weeks now, and people had already labeled him as things he was not. The only thing Wufei was, and would proudly admit to it if anyone bothered to ask him and if he even bothered to reply, was a freak. He was a freak for the fact that his silken raven hair hung to his shoulders and was set so it completely covered one of his eyes, hiding it. He was a freak for the fact he wore eyeliner around his onyx black eyes, black lipstick, and had painted black nails. He was a freak because he wore jewelry, rings, chain bracelets, necklaces, earrings, anything. He was a freak because he never spoke voluntarily to anyone, and ignored whoever talked to him most of the time. He was a freak because he meditated in class. He was a freak because he wasn't normal, and never strived to be normal, and purposely made himself not normal. And he was proud of being a freak, and would prove it.
No one tested his pride anymore, though. Not after the scene they had witnessed the third day Wufei had been here. A boy had come up to him, a bully, a self obsessed goon, and insulted him. The boy had insulted him before, but always from the sides of the hall as he walked by. Wufei could easily dismiss those idiots, knowing they were just plain stupid. But when someone disrupted his schedule, his life, his routine, just to spit in his face and tell him how different he was when Wufei already knew and had chosen to be that way, then he got pissed. He hated people who disrupted other's lives just to tell them how wierd they were. It was a weak tactic meant to make the attacker feel good. Well, fuck them.
So Wufei let go of his solitary attitude and silence just for a moment, just long enough to flip the boy over his shoulder, slam him into the floor, pin his arm against his back, and hiss in his ear so only he could hear. "Death and life, life and death, death meets life, then it ends."
This rather odd statement and attack from Wufei set itself deep in the sections labeled 'fear' and 'beware: danger' in the cocky boy's mind, and Wufei stepped over him and continued on his way, calm and composed and feeling rather happy. The boy scrambled up, sought shelter amongst his friends, and disappeared. Wufei hadn't seen him since that day.
Wufei's routine was uninterrupted any longer by anyone. He was an incredible scholar, so his teachers had nothing to say to him, even when he meditated in class. They had no arguments after the first week about his lack of attention, as every single piece of schoolwork he handed in was top grade. He never answered questions in class, anyways, so they didn't ask him. It was impossible to get him flustered or catch him unawares, but he tended to smirk when others were surprised by the pop quizzes and sudden tests. He had never gotten a detention and spent all his lunches in the library or vanishing somewhere off school property. He skipped classes when he wanted to, only did his homework if he felt like it, and was late every now and then, but the teachers accepted this, since they knew Wufei respected them as teachers and was very smart. He always learned what they were being taught and learned it to his highest abilities.
The social situation wasn't that different. Wufei had gotten a great amount of offers from other gothic groups or dark gangs to come and hang out with them, but he declined each time, preferring solitude to their common everyday drabble. Wufei wasn't normal, and he didn't want to be normal. He wanted to be himself, his own jewelry wearing, gothic looking, dark self, and he would choose friends when the right ones came along. The everyday usual students who wanted to be his friend never succeeded. Wufei could tell if someone just wanted to be his friend because he was unique, or because he was strong, or because he was, and he admitted it, good looking. The only reason Wufei would accept was the reason of him. If they wanted to be his friend because of him, not because of his strength or smarts or uniqueness, but because of him and who he was as a person, then he would become their friend. But no one like that had shown up yet.
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Duo Maxwell, the long haired, energetic, loud mouthed joker, ran through the halls, laughing wildly for no reason. A bunch of the other students stared at him in curiousity and with those looks that said 'what an idiot/wierdo', some looking behind Duo to see if he was being chased by someone, which he wasn't. Duo laughed even more at this, since that was his objective. He always liked to be noticed, especially if it was being noticed in a wierd way. He wasn't normal-hell, one could definitely tell that from the braid of hair that hung down to his ass-and he liked showing off that fact. And it was fun to confuse the students this way. They'd be wondering 'what the hell was up with that?' for a good half hour or so. Duo paused in his laughing as someone suddenly ran out of the library, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him.
"Shut up, baka!" the person yelled, then turned and went back into the library. Duo blinked in curiousity at the person, who he had only had a chance to notice it was a guy, he was dressed even darker than himself, and he was good looking. Rather good looking. With black hair and dark, mysterious eyes that shone with inner depths unshown, and Duo knew he was chinese. Duo wondered who he was, because suddenly something pulled at him inside, pulled him to take a quick peek into the library.
He looked in, scanning the room. He found the boy at a table, reading a book and playing with one of the black earrings in his ear while he did so. His eyes, which had been very annoyed before, were now sparkling with enjoyment, and his face was smooth, a small smile lighting his lips. Duo stared at him, again feeling that nudge inside him. It was an odd and somewhat familiar feeling...
The boy suddenly looked up and their eyes connected. Duo felt the pull once again, then forced himself to close his eyes and turn away, heading in his original direction, the cafeteria. He made his way in, his mind floating over the chinese boy again and again. Who was he? Why was he? Those, and other odd ones like them, made their way into his thought process until a sudden wolf whistle sounded out in his direction, distracting him. He looked up into familiar aquamarine eyes and grinned, running over to their table. Sitting down, he placed a quick kiss on Quatre Raberba Winner's pink lips-which was ignored wisely by the students around them, who had already had many chances to learn it wasn't their business and it was a free country-then grabbed the blonde's brownie.
"Hey!" Quatre protested as Duo took a bite.
"Aw, c'mon, you know you love me," Duo smiled.
"Doesn't mean I have to let my food escape," Quatre smirked, stealing back his brownie and stuffing it into his mouth so Duo couldn't have it.
"Thief," Duo pouted.
"Excuse me?" Quatre asked, but since his mouth was full of brownie, it came out as, "Ecth oose hee?"
"Listen carefully, golden," Duo said slowly. "Chew, swallow, then speak."
Quatre did so and glared at Duo. "Tormentor!"
"What did he do now?" Trowa Barton asked, one visible eyebrow raised in amusement. He smiled at Duo intimately and placed a kiss on Quatre's forehead just before he sat down, greeting them.
"He's teasing me, Trowah!" Quatre fake whined, and Trowa went along with the act, brushing non existent tears away from the blonde's eyes.
"Aw, poor baby. Bad Duo," Trowa winked at Duo, who grinned back, then looked up as a hand fell on his shoulder.
"Hiya, Hee-chan," he smiled warmly up at another love.
"Hello, loves," Heero cracked a small smile just for them as he sat down, food in front of him.
Duo looked at Heero's food and sighed. "I should have gotten my food before I sat down. Now I have to waste more energy!"
"Says the energetic bouncing ball," Quatre teased.
Duo laughed. "You know me so well, Q." He got up and left the three of them to take up a place in the food line. His bounciness faded away as his thoughts turned yet again to a certain raven haired enigma, and the still constant pull inside him. It was only once he had his food and was walking back to his table that it hit him, the familiarness of that pull and when he had felt it before. Three times before, to be exact. He stopped and his eyes widened as he realized it, and he let out a loud laugh at this discovery, jogging back to the table and falling in.
"Guys!" he said excitedly, attracting their attention. "Guess what?"
They stared at him, then Quatre supplied him with the continuing line. "What, Duo?"
"We have another winner," he declared dramatically. "Just like last time, only we got a real Winner that time." He had everyone's undivided attention this time as they all understood what he meant.
"Explain," Heero prompted.
"Now, we all know the lovely pull inside us that made the four of us find each other," Duo said, and they all nodded. "Well, your absolutely gorgeous love Duo Maxwell just felt that pull again."
"Hn," Heero smirked. "And I thought Quatre was the last one. Who is he?"
"I dunno," Duo said, and suddenly frowned.
"Well, that's messed up," Quatre rolled his eyes. "How are we supposed to make him one of us if we don't know who he is?"
"That depends on if the rest of us feel the calling, as well as if the boy feels it," Trowa said wisely.
"Hey, it's worked out three times before, hasn't it?" Duo smiled.
The four boys who sat at this table were all gay and in love with three people. It had started with just Heero and Duo learning their love for each other, both having felt a pull towards each other, and then they had met Trowa and it had inevitably become a threesome, with all three feeling the same pull. A while after Trowa joined them, the emerald eyed boy spotted Quatre and felt the same pull, and had talked to Duo and Heero about it. The two originals saw Quatre and felt the same pull as well, and they approached Quatre. Not too surprisingly, after meeting them, Quatre admitted he, too, felt a pull, and the four of them had hit it off quite well. It was an incredibly odd and unusual situation in society for the four of them to be best friends and lovers, but each of them was happy with their three loves, and if they were happy, that's the way it was going to be, no matter what anyone said about them being gay with three people each. To them, it was natural to all be together. Like it was some sort of inner bond. They called it the 'calling'. Like something inside them had called out to them about the others.
"What does he look like?" Heero asked. "You do know, right?"
"'Course I know," Duo defended, then looked off dreamily. "He's got silky black hair just above his shoulders, and it covers one of his eyes, and his eyes are a deep black, and he's got the nicest face, and he's chinese, and he dresses even darker than me, with lots of jewelry, and he's..."
"Dreamy?" Trowa asked.
Duo laughed. "Exactly, Tro! He's dreamy, just like you guys! But it's more than just that. It's like...well, he looks...mysterious. Like he's purposely hiding. Lost, maybe. Alone, waiting, searching," Duo rambled, then looked at them. "He's got unshown eyes, you know what I mean?"
"When did you meet him?" Heero asked, imagining what Duo described in his mind.
"When I was coming here," Duo said, then explained. "See, I was sort o' laughing in the halls, you know, and he came out o' the library and told me to shut up."
"Nice first meeting," Quatre smirked.
"Can I help it if I'm an insane hyper person? No," Duo sniffed.
"Which is why we love you," Trowa said. "And I think I might know who you're talking about. It sounds like the new student. He's only been here two weeks or so. He's extremely private and a somewhat loner. A great scholar, not very talkative, and likes to have his own personal space. He lives by his own rules. So it's said."
"Trust Trowa to know everything about everyone," Quatre smiled. "What's his name?"
"Wufei Chang."
"Wufei Chang," Heero repeated slowly, as if tasting the words. "Well, let's go meet him. Is he still in the library?"
"Yeah, probably, but I haven't finished eating," Duo protested.
"Does food really matter where true love is concerned?" Quatre asked, pulling Duo up.
"Yes," Duo said stubbornly, grabbing the cookies he had bought. "'Cause without food you starve, and then true love don't matter 'cause you're dead."
"Let's go, baka," Heero rolled his eyes, taking Duo's hand and pulling him after him. And so the four of them left the cafeteria and headed for the library, ready to meet their next potential love.
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