A/N: This is practice for my original story. I've always wanted to do what I call a 'full cast' meaning you use a lot of characters using third person inner limited and switching between them. I would love if at the end of this chapter you could drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing so far, that would mean a lot to me, honestly. Some character ages were changed and Catherine and Trowa aren't related in this. Also, this is AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing, or any of its characters. I make absolutely no profit from this.
"Shut up, Relena." Dorothy rolled her eyes at her all-violence-is-horrible friend. "Everyone wanted to see Wufei and Heero fight."
"Fighting should only be used in situations where it is completely necessary." Relena couldn't help but want to whack her best friend over the head with her binder. "And we're going to be late for class, again, if you don't hurry up."
Dorothy shrugged, but shot a glance at Ms. Noin who was eyeing them from the end of the hall, despite keeping up a conversation with Mr. Peacecraft. "Are they ever in different places?" Dorothy lowered her voice so the teachers wouldn't hear her. "I mean seriously, there's so much sexual tension between them that-" Dorothy finally took in her friend's wide eyes and sighed. "Hello Ms. Noin."
"Hey, kiddo." Ms. Noin patted both girls affectionately on top of the head. "You wouldn't want to be late now, would you? Better hurry up before I have to write you up."
"Right!" Relena flashed the teacher a quick smile and then proceeded to drag her blonde friend from the hall and into their class.
"Even the students see it, Milliardo." Noin murmured to Mr. Peacecraft who had snuck up behind her. "So why can't you?"
"It's just not professional, that's all." Milliardo ran his hand down Noin's arm. "We better get to class before the students turn on us for being late."
"Right. See you in the teacher's lounge then." Noin turned for her class, trying to keep her behavior "professional".
It was just so damn hard.
"Hello Dorothy." Quatre offered the girl a smile as she took her place beside him during their free period. "How are you today?"
Dorothy bit the inside of her cheek. Ever since she had come blubbering to Quatre nearly a month and a half ago, he had become her friend, but still she was unable to come up with responses appropriate for him. It was nearly a month and a half ago, she realized. Had it really been that long?
It was just a matter of time until Dorothy's self confidence shattered, until the shell she showed the world dissipated.
Today was just one of the days where she wondered how much longer she could keep it up, or if she could at all.
Dorothy swiped at the tears that slid down her cheeks, unable to control them. Her father was in the hospital, no doubt dying. That car crash nearly a month ago had come close to claiming his life, and he had been comatose for as long without showing any signs that he wasn't brain dead.
If he didn't show any signs in the next week, her mother was going to have the plug pulled on the life support.
Dorothy didn't know what she wanted, maybe pity, maybe support. She didn't want to talk to Relena about it; Relena never knew what to say in these situations.
She started towards the art room, knowing who would be there, but not knowing why she wanted so badly to see him. Swiping at the watery tracks on her face, she opened the door and was met with a pair of blue eyes.
"Quatre."
Quatre had pieced her back together that day, made everything just a little better. Bearable, really. But Dorothy still needed him; he was the glue to hold her together.
And even when she had no clue what to say to him, he didn't seem to mind.
Dorothy leaned on Quatre just a bit. She saw the blush, sunset light pink, appear on his cheeks, but also a smile on his lips.
"I'm here, don't worry." Quatre slipped his arm around Dorothy's shoulders. "Just don't worry."
"So, Heero, will you walk me home?" Relena was cursing the fact that she had a different free period than Dorothy, but she felt just a little blessed that she had some time with Heero, her crush.
Despite Heero's cold demeanor and the fact that he acted like her mere presence killed him inside, Heero had taken up the role of being extremely protective of her. When Wufei had started to pick on Relena for supposedly being weak, Heero had knocked him around quite a bit. Not that Relena condoned violence of that sort, but it was nice to feel as if someone protected her. Her parents were too preoccupied with work to pay much attention to her grades, let alone her.
Relena was going to win this little battle, she was sure.
"No." Heero kept walking, even sped up a little bit. But Relena wasn't out of shape, and she could keep up with him without even losing her breath.
"Why did you punch Wufei?" Relena waited a good 3 minutes for a response before she grabbed Heero and spun him towards her. "Heero, why won't you answer me?"
Heero froze, probably in shock, Relena figured. Of all the hand-grabs and looping her arm through his, she had never done this. He blinked for a second or two, and then said, "I'm busy." With that, he ripped himself from her grip and stumbled down the hallway.
Well, Relena thought, that was a better answer than a lot of things he could've
"Sally, go back to class." Wufei growled. He had a black eye from his fight with Heero, in addition to a bloody nose, and his classmate, Sally Po was babying him for all he was worth.
"I've got all my work done for that class anyway, I can skip." Sally pressed the acupressure point just between Wufei's lip and nose to stop the bleeding. "You never get into fights without a good reason, so what was it? What terrible injustice were you correcting by fighting Heero Yuy?"
"I didn't fight him." Wufei tried to shove Sally away, annoyed. "If you look at him you'll realize that he is not injured, and that he hit me. I don't fight the weak."
"So why did he hit you then?" Sally stared Wufei down, though she would have to check Heero later to make sure Wufei's story was real, her friend Wufei was usually believable.
"I called his girlfriend weak." Wufei shrugged and moved away as Sally gently prodded around his bruised eye and then put the ice back on it. "I didn't hit Heero Yuy."
"If you say so." Sally gave up asking him about the fight and reverted to small talk. After all, pressing Wufei for information would get her absolutely nowhere but on his bad side, she knew that well. "You've really got a shiner."
"Go to class, Sally." Wufei's anger was rising, and Sally knew how much he hated repeating himself, but she wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"Wufei?" She tipped her head to the side and smiled at him. Of all the things Sally Po was, she was not afraid of Wufei. "Suck it up."
"Duo Maxwell, stop staring at me!" Hilde shoved at her friend/enemy. In Hilde's point of view, her relation to Duo usually depended on what day it was. In most situations, Duo was irritating, but if Duo was needed, he was the best friend she could possibly have. That quality alone made him boyfriend material in her eyes. "You're annoying as hell."
"Call me what you want, you're still cute." Duo grinned at her, shouldering his bag and returning to her side.
"Oh my God, it's like talking to a child sometimes." Hilde threw up her hands and shook her head. "You're so immature!"
"In calling me immature, you're immature." Duo smirked at her, kissed her on the cheek and ran for it.
Hilde took a deep breath in to quell her anger, but she couldn't control the blush rising in her cheeks. "Damn you Duo..." She muttered to herself more than anyone else. "Damn you for stealing my heart."
"I don't get this." Catherine Bloom leaned her head on her tutor, Trowa Barton. "Trust me, this is a lose-lose situation." She smiled at him, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. "Math just doesn't work for me unless I can see it in action. You know, like at the circus, how the trapeze artist has to make it from point A to point B at exactly what speed or else they'll fall? Like that."
Trowa's lips turned up in the barest bones of a smile. He had been enamored with this girl, Catherine, ever since she asked him to tutor her. She was bubbly and happy, not like so many girls in the school. However he was sure that she was just being nice to him so she wouldn't fail math class.
"Trowa?" Catherine looked up at him, confused when he gave no reaction. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Trowa closed her math book. "But we will figure out a way to make this work for you. I'll be back tomorrow." Without another word, he was out the door.
Catherine blinked, looked down at her closed math book, and then smiled as she watched Trowa walk down the driveway.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a full cast, so please, will you tell me how I'm doing? I know a few parts were short, but I am trying my best. Thank you for reading!