Warning: Rated T for course language, suggestion of rape and sexual acts...oh and Yaoi/Shonen-ai of course!
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Hands All Over
Chapter 1: Roommates, Enemies, and Stalkers
"Welcome back to Peacecraft University! Students, please check in at the front desk, find your new rooms, and get settled. First period begins in two hours. Have a wonderful day!" The woman standing in front of the droves of new and old students had a frazzled look on her flushed face, but her high pitched, sing song voice did not falter as usual.
"Fuck this…" A student with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes listened to the announcement, fully agitated, with his full lips brought into an angry sneer. His hair was messy and slightly too long so that it covered his eyes almost constantly. Heero Yuy was average height compared to the group of friends he was hanging with, but was undoubtedly the toughest amongst them.
There was Trowa Barton, a junior like all their friends. His hair was an odd umber tone; short in the back with long, unusual bangs hanging over glowing, green eyes. He was the tallest of the group.
Then there was Wufei Chang. He was taller than Heero yet shorter than Trowa. His hair was jet black, to match his dark eyes, and shoulder length, but normally pulled back into a severe pony tail at the nape of his neck.
It was finally the beginning of the year, not that any of them had wanted to come back. Peacecraft University was a private college. A private college that was boring and uneventful…except for the gay guys, lesbians and random sexual assaulters…
"Why do we have to go back to school?" Wufei muttered crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair at one of the scarce tables in the boy's dormitory lobby.
"I just hope I get a better roommate than last year." Trowa's mouth frowned into a grim line.
"Barton, your roommate is Quatre Winner," Heero said, randomly flipping through papers that sat on the table in front of him.
"How do you know?" Trowa asked, a slight trace of happiness in his eyes. He had known Quatre from a young age and when he'd heard the youngest Winner was transferring to Peacecraft University he had been uncharacteristically excited.
"I have all your papers. I wanted to see if one of you were my roommate so I could commit suicide beforehand," Heero replied, glancing through the documents, receiving unseen glares from the boys across from him.
"Why didn't you look at your own papers then?" Trowa asked, raising an eyebrow.
Heero glared at Wufei. "Because this fucker took them." He gestured to the Chinese boy. "He absolutely refuses to tell me who my roommate is."
"Oh." Trowa made eye contact with Wufei who gave him a slight nod. "Ohhh."
Both boys smirked when they looked back to Heero.
"Why does everyone but me know who my roommate is?" Heero asked through grit teeth, annoyed.
"Because…you'd kill yourself," Wufei replied, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Heero shrugged. "Whatever, as long as it's not Maxwell."
There was a sudden commotion and loud laughter coming from within a crowd of students. "Speaking of," Wufei muttered, averting his eyes.
Heero turned around sharply to come face to face with none other than Duo Maxwell. He was a tall, lean bodied man that had sculpted abs one could only dream of, visual through his tight shirt. And, of course, no one could look at him without noticing his perfect chest and toned arms. Other than his slim, but muscular form he had many other features that he, and many others, considered to be more than perfect. Like his long, carefully braided, chestnut hair and sparkling, violet eyes.
"Why hello, roommate!" Duo greeted in his sly voice, a smile grazing his lips.
Heero glared at his enemy. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill the motherfucker who assigned my fuckin' roommate," he muttered angrily, his fingers curling into fists.
Wufei and Trowa's eyes rolled towards the ceiling at their two friends. The Yuy-Maxwell problem. Heero hated Duo. End of story. But, there was a little more story behind such loathing. It seemed sort of ridiculous to Heero and Duo's friends, even to Duo himself, but to Heero it was extremely serious.
It was most likely such a hatred in which you forgot why you hate that person yet you know you must hate that person because it's what you must do.
Once upon their middle school days, Heero and Duo had had a class together. One day when the teacher of said class was away, the class dared Duo, for a certain amount of money, to grab in any way possible the quiet, brooding, forever-scowling Heero Yuy. Without a second thought, the desperate-for-money Duo had shrugged and randomly grabbed poor, unsuspecting Heero's ass. Ever since, Heero had hated Duo and thought him to be the faggot of all faggots…and Duo had a lunch for once.
Yes, it was a stupid reason, but Heero hated most people according to stupid reasons.
"Speaking of roommate," Trowa whispered, peeking around Wufei's shoulder. "There's mine." The petite Quatre Raberba Winner walked towards the group, a cheerful glow on his anxious looking face.
"Hello, Trowa," Quatre greeted with a delicate wave and his typical friendly grin. He was about Heero's height, several inches shorter than Trowa, and so small-boned that his expensive looking clothes fit loosely around his thin body. His hair was a golden blond complemented by aquamarine eyes. He was known for being extremely shy...and not to mention extremely wealthy.
"Quatre." Trowa nodded, his face half hidden by his bangs. "I believe we'll be rooming together." He gave a smirking Wufei a pointed look from the corner of his eye.
Quatre smiled nervously. "Fortunate aren't we? I'm so glad to be rooming with someone I know...especially for my first year here. Would you like to go check in? This crowd doesn't seem to be thinning and we have first period in two hours."
Trowa nodded, looking at Heero and Duo who had begun to argue.
"Fuck you. It wasn't my fault I was forced to go to this fuckin' school. Otherwise I wouldn't have to see your filthy ass all the time," Heero growled.
"It's not like I chose to be your roommate. Believe me, I really don't wanna see your ugly face every morning," Duo replied, his eyes narrowing. "And don't insult my ass. It's nice and you know it."
"He does have a nice ass," Quatre whispered to Trowa.
Trowa's eyes widened slightly at the usually sheepish boy's blatant statement, but then snickered. "And now it belongs to someone."
Quatre's brows furrowed. "Who?"
"Heero," Trowa smirked.
"By the end of the year they won't be able to resist each other," Wufei added cunningly, floating into the conversation.
Quatre giggled lightly. "Maybe they'll be a couple. Opposites attract they say."
Both arguing boys turned to face the others. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Heero hissed.
Startled by his tone, Quatre found himself cowering behind Trowa's strong forearm. Wufei rolled his eyes at his friend's attitude. "Nothing, Heero."
Heero muttered something incoherent and then turned back to Duo, a look of disgust on his face. "Let's go fuck'n check in and get this over with."
The next day:
"Shit!" Heero muttered angrily, shaking the door knob violently. His key was simply not working. He twisted the key one more time and the door finally opened.
"You make too much noise coming in," Duo commented.
Heero stared at him incredulously. "You were in here and you didn't open the fucking door?" he yelled.
"I was too busy reading." Duo looked up at him, his eyes peeking nonchalantly over the book he was holding, his body flopped lazily on his bed.
Heero noticed the object in Duo's hands and gave a burning scowl when he identified it as his own. "That's my book!" he growled, walking up to Duo and grabbing the book from his grasp. "Why the fucking hell are you touching my stuff?"
"I was bored so I found this in your bag. Duh," Duo replied as if it were the obvious answer. He swung his feet around and stood, towering over Heero by several inches.
"Don't ever touch my things," Heero hissed through a clenched jaw. Their eyes met for a menacing second and then Heero spun around and slammed the book onto his desk, not daring to turn around and face Duo because he just might strangle him. Heero strategically made his way to the door. "Where ya goin'?" Duo asked from behind.
Heero's hand paused on the doorknob, squeezing it in anger. "Away from you," he muttered as he opened the door and let himself into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.
"Ouch. Friggin Ice Queen," Duo muttered as he once again reached for the book on Heero's desk. "Where was I?" he sighed as he opened the book once more.
Heero trudged slowly away from his dorm, his fists clenched at his sides. Why was he always so angry at everyone? It was Duo, that was why. Duo always pissed him off. Duo was everything that he hated. Duo was…Duo. He made it to the end of the hall and groaned loudly. Where was he going to go?
He turned around to go back to his room. He would take a shower and then go down to eat some dinner, he decided. What did he care what Duo thought of him? The more apprehensive the other boy was about him, the better.
He was halfway there when he was struck with a strange feeling. He heard the breath of someone behind him. Who was it now? It better not be that bastard Duo, he thought, annoyed as he turned around.
Duo it was not. In fact it didn't even look like a student. The man looked older and was wearing dark clothing. Heero could not make out the man's face from underneath his disheveled hair, but he did notice the man's lips pulled into a disturbing smirk.
Oh shit...Heero slowly started to step backwards.
The man followed his movements. "You…" he whispered.
Okay…calm down Yuy…then you can panic. Just a few more steps and…oh fuck this! He spun on his heel, ran back to his dorm, forced the door open and slammed it shut, leaning against it heavily.
"Ummm...what the hell was that?" Duo asked, raising a curious eyebrow. He gave Heero a scrutinizing look and realized he was breathing heavily. "Just encountered the act of sex?" he suggested with a sly smirk.
"Shut…shut the fuck up," Heero breathed, glaring at the other boy, a hint of embarrassment now traveling down his spine.
"Who...what...why are you so…err…uhh...what the hell happened?" Duo wondered in confusion, looking his roommate up and down. Heero's dark eyes seemed paralyzed, staring straight into space. He looks really scared…what the hell could frighten Heero-fuck'n-Yuy?
"Someone was stalking me," Heero replied, his eyes fixed on the random space in front of him.
"Are you sure you aren't seeing things?" Duo pursed his lips. "I mean who the hell would wanna stalk you?"
Heero glared daggers at the boy. "Shut the fuck up and look outside," he hissed.
Duo shrugged and got off his bed as Heero moved away from the door. When Duo looked out he saw nothing but a janitor and an empty hallway.
"Excuse me! Where is room 5110?" the janitor asked, a peculiar look on his old face.
Duo's shoulders raised upwards. "Beats me."
"Oh…well thanks anyways." The janitor walked away and Duo went back inside.
"Yeah…I told you no one would want to stalk you," Duo said to Heero with an accomplished twinkle in his violet eyes. "It was the fucking janitor asking where a fucking room was."
Heero sighed but Duo couldn't figure out if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment. What the hell's up with him? He never acts this weird. I've never seen him so freaked out. He's almost…shaking.
"I'm going to take a shower," Heero mumbled, averting his eyes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Duo wondered, trying to be as tentative as possible.
Heero's back stiffened at the question. "Shit...why wouldn't I be?"
It was his usual harsh words, but his usual harsh tone wasn't there. It was a plain tone. Something is definitely up, Duo thought, furrowing his brows. I'll have to ask Wufei or Trowa's opinion sometime...
The braided boy watched as Heero made his way to the large duffel bag sitting on his bed. He hadn't had time to unpack yet, and secretly in his mind hoped that if he didn't settle in too quickly there was still a chance that his room assignment had been a mistake.
With a sigh he found fresh undergarments, a white shirt and some dark jeans and made his way to the suite style bathroom they were sharing with the next room over. On his way he casually turned to Duo.
"What the hell are you staring at?" he asked, his harsh tone restored.
Taken aback, Duo replied, "Nothing." But then found his attitude again, flopped onto his bed and waved his hand at Heero. "Hurry up, I need to take a shower next."
Heero narrowed his eyes, but did not respond, instead he turned and closed the door to the small bathroom behind him as he went in.
To be continued...