Disclaimer– I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.
AN– I'm new to the Gundam Wing fandom and decided to try my hand at writing some fanfics. I have never seen Gundam Wing so the characters will be OOC.
Warnings-- Language, male/male, sexual situations
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Beep, beep, beep.
Trowa rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow.
"Shut up." he mumbled.
The stupid alarm was going off but he made no move to get up. He didn't look forward to today. It was the first day of school. But last night they had an end of the summer party and now he was hungover. It felt like someone had used his body for batting practice. And it tasted like something had died in his mouth. What the hell had Duo put into that vile concoction he called a drink, Trowa wondered. He should've known better to drink it seeing as the drink was black... without the aid of food coloring. Forget drinking it, Duo needed to market it as a combination paint peeler, rust remover, grease cutter. He briefly entertained skipping school but since he was already on probation, he didn't want to push it. Actually this is what he deserved. What idiot would party late into the night the day before school? Me, he thought with a groan. Although when he thought about it, it was worth it. To date it was the best party he and his friend had thrown. Trowa froze when someone reached across him to turn off the alarm clock and then proceeded to lie across him. Trowa groaned inwardly. He hated morning afters with a vengeance, hated waking up to find someone sleeping next to him. It was weird and unsettling. That's why he usually made sure they were gone before the morning. He opened his eyes and sighed thankfully when he saw a familiar messy brown head. Heero, his best friend and roommate.
"Thanks Heero."
Trowa didn't turn to identify the other voice because he already knew who it was. Duo, Heero's boyfriend. He paid him no attention and shook Heero slightly.
"Get up."
Heero didn't respond.
"I've got an eight o'clock class. Heero roll off of me."
"That command confuses him coming from you." Duo said snickering.
"Shut up. Come on, let me up."
Again, no response.
"Heero move."
Trowa poked him a few times, but Heero didn't budge. He smiled wickedly and ran his hand through Heero's hair.
"Well, since you're down there I've got a problem you can give me a hand with. Or a mouth."
In response, Heero softly bit the inside of Trowa's thigh. Trowa groaned.
"If you don't be quiet that won't be the only thing I bite." Heero mumbled.
"Go ahead, I'd probably like it."
"I knew it, the quiet ones are always kinky." Duo said laughing. "Heero, I'm leaving you for Trowa."
Heero mumbled something about having to shut people up. He rolled off Trowa and pushed him off the bed. Trowa groaned as he hit the floor.
"Bastard."
"Go to class. And shut up Duo."
Trowa pulled himself off the floor and began grabbing clean clothes from his dresser.
"Why aren't you two up and getting ready?"
"Ten o'clock classes." they both said.
"I hate you both. This year is already beginning to suck."
He heard them both laugh as he walked out the door. Trowa walked out of his bedroom and into their kitchen livingroom area and stopped short. The place was a wreck and there were still a few people passed out on the floor. A malicious smirk spread across his face. Heero and Duo may have laughed at the fact that he had an early morning class but they had to deal with cleaning up this mess. And knowing how much time and energy it took to do it, Trowa would rather go to class. He quickly took an aspirin for his headache and then made his way to the bathroom. Trowa showered, quickly got dressed and then went to class. As usual, he sat in the back and pretended to be paying attention. By the end of class, Trowa was ready to jump out a window just to cure the boredom. He had just spent an hour and an a half listening to the teacher drone on about ancient civilizations. Wasn't there was a rule that stated that no work was to be done on the first few days of school? If there wasn't then there should be one. Didn't teachers realize how hard it was to go from summer vacation one day to having to read fifty pages about shit no one cared about the next. There was no way he'd be able to stomach this class, or any class for that matter, this early in the morning. He was going to have to go get a guidance counselor change his schedule, preferably to one where he had study hall for first and last periods. But first he needed to make a stop at the campus store for a quick caffeine and sugar jolt.
"We're here sir."
Quatre closed the book he was reading and looked out the window. Kensington Academy. His new home for the next year. From what he could see, it was as impressive as the brochure said it was. State of the art buildings, perfectly cut lawns, first class academic and sports programs blah, blah, blah. None of that interested him because he didn't want to be there. His father had chosen to send him here. At least this time he hadn't been forced to enroll in the middle of the school year. Maybe his father had finally learned that transferring in the middle of the school year wasn't as easy as he thought it was. That the students had already formed cliques and were usually reluctant to let anyone in at that point. Quatre sighed. Sitting in the limo wasn't going to change the fact that he was stuck here. He got out and went to the trunk to get his bag. The chauffeur tried to help but Quatre wouldn't let him. He took his two bags and headed towards Claymont Hall, where the junior dorms were located. From what he read about the dorms consisted of six floors. The first floor was a combination meeting, entertainment, lounge area. The other floors housed the rooms, two for the single rooms, and three for the doubles. Quatre hadn't had the best of experiences with roommates so he insisted on a single. It was easy to locate the building and his room, which was on the second floor. Quatre went in and looked around. Twin bed, dresser, desk, closet, private bathroom. It was even internet and cable ready. Not bad. Overall it was the best dorm room he had ever had. He didn't have time to unpack his things because he was running late. He had already missed his first class and didn't want to miss the second one. Since he didn't know his way around campus yet, he decided to leave a little earlier to give himself some time to find it. He grabbed his schedule, map, books and then left.
Quatre was looking at his map of the campus as he rounded the corner and didn't see the other boy rushing from the other direction. Trowa, on the other hand, had seen but was too late to stop himself from running into him. The other boy lost his balance and Trowa tried to stop him from falling but only managed to fall himself. He was about to apologized when he heard laughter.Trowa looked up and recognized a few guys from the hockey team.
"Barton's caught himself a new boyfriend."
"Woohoo, that's the way to get him. Forget the small talk and just tackle him."
"Saves time and energy." another one said laughing.
"I thought you didn't go for blondes?"
"He's breathing. That's all Trowa needs to know."
There was more laughter and Trowa frowned. He'd bet his life that by the end of the day there would be a rumor going around saying that he and the blonde were in some kind of wild sexual relationship. While he didn't give a damn about rumors, he doubted the new boy wanted to be subjected to that. Besides, everything about him screamed clean cut goodie good. Trowa didn't want to be linked with him. He needed to put a stop to this right now.
"He's too small to be on my radar." he said dismissively and then turned back to Quatre. "Next time be more careful little one."
Now people would only say that Trowa snubbed him. Which in his opinion would be better than the sex filled alternative. Quatre, who was trying to ignore them as he picked up the papers he dropped, heard what Trowa said and stiffened. Did he just tell me to be more careful next time? That overgrown beanstalk must have amnesia or something. He ran into him. Quatre should be the one telling him to be more careful. A second later something else he said dawned on Quatre. Little one? LITTLE ONE! He groaned inwardly. He understood that he was small and slender but did that give some stranger the right to turn it into a pet name? Quatre looked up at the boy for a quick second. Standing before him was a tall, slim boy with brown hair, and green eyes. Correction, eye. The other was hidden behind a ridiculous uni-bang. He wondered how the boy would like it if he went around calling him Uni-Bang, Blank Face, Cyclops, Bean Pole Boy, One-Eyed Sasquatch, or Quatre's favorite, Jerk. If it hadn't been drilled in his head how his actions reflected on everyone in his family, Quatre would've shown him exactly what he thought of the name little one. So to keep from doing that, he finished gathering his things.
Trowa looked down at the boy picking up his things. He wondered if the blonde realized that he called him jerk out loud? He had said something else before it but Trowa couldn't make out what had been said. But he heard the word jerk clearly. Honestly, Trowa didn't blame him. He had been a jerk. The blonde stood up and swung his bookbag over his shoulder. Trowa quickly moved out of the way to avoid being hit with it. His eyes narrowed slightly. The other boy had deliberately tried to hit him. He obviously didn't like what Trowa had said and the attempted hit was proof. Sneaky, Trowa thought. Interesting.
Quatre, on the other hand, was disappointed that the boy had moved. Getting hit would've been what he deserved. He sighed to himself and walked off. As he did, he got the feeling that someone was staring at him. He passed it off as paranoia but turned around anyway. Just as he thought, no one was looking at him. In fact, Uni-Bang and the other boys were talking amongst themselves. Just as he wrote it off as nerves, the one-eyed wonder turned and looked in his direction. Quatre quickly turned his head away but not before he noticed the other boy smirk slightly. Quatre frowned and walked off. Fucking weirdo, he thought.