THE SIDE OF STUFF CALLED FUN

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, the chara, and the brands and labels stated herein. They belong to their rightful owners. (But some of the chara are mine.) Also, some of the scenes came from pix online. I'm just trying to imagine the scenario and make a story about it, haha.

Story is mostly Sally x Wufei.

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Piece 1: The Secret Mission

It was a hot and sultry afternoon, and in one classroom, five teenage boys were being held up as hostages to what we call an examination. It was the finals, and being pilots didn't give them any VIP status for that matter. The teacher had punished them for coming in late; she, therefore, let them wait for, like, forever, until the rest of the students had finished their exams.

"And you're not even in the prescribed uniform!" Sister Marianna complained before shutting the door behind her.

One of the boys looked at the paper of his desk.

"Oh, I'm sure this is boring," the boy looking at his paper, replied.

"Oh, I hope Relena would help us," the other boy with blonde hair replied wistfully.

"Quatre," a Chinese guy from behind him piped in, "She won't help us."

Quatre's seatmate, the other guy who was called Heero Yuy, grumbled some nonsense.

"Yoshi, korekara hajimemashou (ok, let's start)," the guy with strange bangs replied.

And so the five boys started answering the exams.

Quatre and Heero sat beside each other, and Quatre was sure he could copy or at least get some glimpse from Heero's answers. From behind them sat Wufei, the Chinese guy, Trowa, the one with the strange bangs, and Duo, the guy looking down at his paper earlier of this story. Trowa, who usually was the refined one, couldn't help but scratched his kidneys. He was so not able to understand the test questions. Duo kept on throwing curses while Wufei scratched his feet with his hand. Not that there were any mosquitoes. It's just that they didn't know the answers to the test. Being Gundam pilots didn't give them the luxury to sit down and read their books.

They finished the test one hour before Sister Marianna's deadline. But still, no sign of the nun. Duo looked out of the window before turning to Heero.

"Oi, Oi, Oi," Duo said, poking his pen on Heero. "Oi, Oi, what's the answer to #15, ha? Tell me! Tell me!"

Heero, who had rested his face on his right hand, looked very annoyed. Darn! Who knows the answer? He had no answer. Neither can he get an answer from Quatre either!

"Why are you pestering me anyway?" Heero monotonously asked Duo.

Quatre turned back and asked Trowa.

"Trowa, do you have any answers for trinomials in #25?"

Trowa didn't or hadn't noticed Quatre's question. He was busy looking at the pencil Duo was holding, and he was sure, so damn sure, that this was the pencil Duo stole from him last month. Wufei stretched his back, placed his arms at the back of his head, and close his eyes.

"It's over, my friend. We'll fail the test," he whispered.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and the boys sat attentively. Just like good boys. Sister Marianna walked in and looked at the five boys. All of the boys save Wufei looked at her with expectant eyes, just like kittens expecting food from Dear Mother Cat.

"Well, it seems all of you have finished the test. Now, hand me the papers and you can go," Sister Marianna sternly announced.

The five boys obligingly handed in their papers before going out of the door, leaving Sister Marianna inside the room.

Duo stretched his arms when they reached the school grounds. Man! Was that the stuff of boring people? Tests?

"Hey, why don't we all grab some snacks?" Duo suggested. "Trowa's treat!"

"Hey!" Trowa snapped. And it was SO not him.

"Sorry, gotta go," Heero said blankly.

"Ditto," Wufei replied.

Duo, Trowa, and Quatre stood speechless as Heero and Wufei left.

"Uh?....Are they not hungry?" Duo asked cluelessly.

Heero went to his mobile suit to continue maintaing his engines. Dr. J also promised to contact him at around this hour to give him his own intelligence reports.

Wufei, meanwhile, proceeded to the waterfalls where he hid Nataku. He touched the sleek metal of the Shenlong Gundam as he self-pitied himself again.

"Ah....Treize defeated me in a duel. Next, Sister Marianna got me answering in a test," he said in the brink of tears. "I'm worthless. Brainless!"

He hugged Nataku.

"I'm not worthy of you, Nataku. I AM weak. Do you enjoy having a brainless pilot sitting inside your heart, Nataku?"

But Nataku didn't reply. And of course, Nataku would never reply. He is, after all, just a Gundam!

Wufei shreiked and pulled his hair in anger.

"That test is so damn difficult, Nataku! I'm sure to fail it! Argh!" he cried out loud. "There is no justice in the world!"

Wufei continued his tantrums when someone replied.

"Stop pulling your hair, or you'll be bald in a split-second."

Wufei stopped and felt goosebumps all over his arms, legs, and armpits. Someone spoke to him!

"Oh, Nataku, Nataku! You could talk!" he said, hugging it with joy and wondrous fright.

"For crying out loud, Wufei, it is not Nataku!" the same voice replied.

Wufei realized that the voice came from down, down below his mobile suit, so he looked down. He didn't appreciate being called bald.

"Omae (You)!" he shouted.

It was Sally Po, the ex-army surgeon of the Federation. She gave him a warm smile, which made him even more angry. He hates it when she gets into his skin.

"Come down, Wufei, I have surprise for you," Sally called out.

Wufei hated it when Sally spoke, but he couldn't resist checking out what she was up to. So, he grabbed his cable and went down.

They sat down on a sequioa log when Sally stretched out her hand to give him her present. He received it nonetheless and opened the pack, only to find out it was a black forest cake with three cherries on top. Chocolate syrup dripped from the cherries down the plate, and Wufei could hear his stomach clap for joy.

"It's not my birthday," he complained.

"Never mind that," Sally said. "It's a reward for your finals."

"But I'm sure to fail it," Wufei protested.

"Let's put it this way, Wufei," Sally insisted. "Let's say Justice wants you to eat cake so you'll shut up, ok?"

"Grrr....," Wufei grumbled, only to be reciprocated with a warm smile. "I hate you, onna...."

"You can say you hate me, but address me properly," Sally insisted with her smile.

And Wufei ate the cake.

"I hate you, Sally."

"Why, thank you, Wufei...."