A/N: Ok this is not a 1x2 pairing but a Hx2 pairing. Duo is bi in the story but the main pairing is Hx2. Now I know this isn't the most popular of pairings but I just had to write this down because It seemed like a good idea for a story, so give it a chance before you shun it. Please? If it makes you feel better there is brief 1x2 in the story and some mention of it........

Pairings: Well I just covered that....... there will be some OCxH and so on but yea..... not too much.

Summary: Hilde is a sophomore student in a town that is my own little version of a florida beach town, such as Miami and New York (Long Island to NYC) combined. She lives with both of her parents who uphold and praise her in all that she does and decides that in order to pass math class in her sophomore year, she might need a tutor. Well not exactly decides..... She gets more than what she bargains for when a decent seeming Duo Maxwell (in his freshman college year) steps up to the plate. Now while he may be a good student and has somehow fooled Hilde's parents, Hilde herself knows better and must now find a way to rid herself of the cocky, manipulative, sarcastic, bastard known as Duo. He knows things about her that could send her parents and the school board into an uproar and without knowing it, is on the very brink of unlocking all the secrets that make up Hilde Schebeiker, but can she in turn learn who Duo Maxwell truly is? And when the worst possible thing that can happen, happens can she count on Duo to still be there or will he fall back into the social sea of which he came?

The story itself is filled with drama but not in a over done way to the point when you just want to shut the computer off. (I would hope) Warnings include angst, some yaoi and het lemon/ lime sprinkled about, and some OOC characters.

Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply. If Gundam Wing was mine, well I can only dream..........

Well here's the product of my own warped ideas. Enjoy..........

Chapter 1: Looking Glass

Hilde Shebeiker glared at the graded test which in turn stared back at her blankly. Her parents were going to kill her.

"63%....Well shit......." Her friend Relena looked over her shoulder and made a small "o" with her mouth which was then followed by a snort.

"Your parents are going to have a fit." Hilde turned her head to smirk at her friend.

"Yours too." She nodded at the paper that was practically oozing red ink off Relena's desk. Relena shrugged.

"I can't always be Ms. Perfect right?" Hilde nodded a bit.

"True true." In all honesty Hilde could care less. It wasn't all that bad, now if she had passed with a 45% well then maybe she'd make a fuss but she had just barely failed. Another truth was that her parents really would have a fit and she would in turn have to find a way to soften them up and weaken the blows to her social life that their inevitable rage would bring. She was smart, she knew that, it was just that lately it was beginning to become a bit harder to grasp the math concepts. She got them, but not as fast as she should. But then again a lot had been distracting her lately. I mean come on, she was allowed to have a life outside of school right? As long as she wasn't failing, as in crashing and burning to the ground failing, she'd be fine. If anything she could make up for this minor set back and still bounce back with a B-. Yea this was no problem. She hurried to get her stuff as the bell for the end of the period rang. She made her way to the door but was stopped by a hand. Relena stood outside the door, managing to escape only seconds before the teacher had stopped Hilde. Hilde mentally cursed herself for not being faster.

Hilde looked up from the paper to see Mrs. Fellois looking down on her disappointedly. The long blonde haired teacher looked over the rims of her Pierre Cardin glasses and made a small tisking sound. Ms. Fellois was single and actually quite pretty, the fact alone that she was a teacher is what made her undesirable company. Hilde personally hated teachers. She never had a good experience with them. Most of them looked down their nose at you, dismissing anything you might say as a lie, just because you were a student. If it was your word against a teachers, you could forget it. The teachers Hilde herself had known, actually had the nerve to talk as if they were Gods and Goddesses controlling all.

"I WANT you to be quiet." /You can't always get what you want, can you? I WANT for you to get off my case. That's not happening obviously...../

"Don't talk back to ME." /Who are you? You speak as you need to be assured of your own authority......./

"Does it look like I care?" /Hm....... I could ask you the same question......./ It was an endless system of adult- child war fare. It wasn't so bad in public school as it was in private. HIlde had stepped through both worlds and favored public out of the two. But then again, she knew a lot of adults, besides teachers who had this attitude. Using the fact that they had been on the earth un teen years to rule over kids such as herself. But Ms. Fellois wasn't quite like that. She was young, fresh out of college, from what Hilde had heard. Hilde frowned a bit.

"I know, I've just been a little confused with some of the equations." The young teacher nodded in semi understanding. Hilde decided to say something before Ms. Fellois decided to keep her after school for some kind of skill reinforcement.

"I'm getting it now though. Maybe I can retake the test sometime soon." She asked this question in hopes of not having to explain the paper to her parents. The teacher smiled slightly.

"Yes. Next Wednesday Hilde. However..........." Hilde mentally winced at the sound of the teachers voice as she said however. She should've know that it couldn't be that simple.

"You still have to have your parents sign the graded test. You're a bright student Hilde and I'd hate to see you fall by the way side, so I think I know someone who might be able to tutor you. I'll phone them and ask them to call your house with details. As you have probably guessed that means you'll have some serious discussion to look forward to with your parents." She eyed Hilde with a critical look, raising her eyebrow slightly as if saying that she counted on Hilde to somehow pull through this. Hilde sighed.

"It won't be too bad. You might even like the person I'm assigning to you." Hilde could see Relena snickering to herself as she looked at Hilde out the corner of her eye. She waited in the hall across from the doorway, tapping her foot as she waited for the teacher to finish speaking to Hilde. The teacher gave a bright smile despite Hilde's obvious disliking of the arrangement.

"Now hurry up before your late. I do have another lass." The long haired woman spun around on her high heels and went back to checking through the work on her desk. Hilde sighed and joined her friend Relena on the walk to class.

"Aww cheer up Hilde. It's probably one of the seniors looking for an extra credit. Chances are you'll probably get some dead beat who can be easily persuaded by something or the other. You'll pull through it." Hilde shook her head and glared ahead at the hallway.

"Why does she always pick me out? I'm sure there are other people failing." Relena laughed, mocking the teachers voice.

"You're a bright student Hilde." Relena made a face as she did the teacher's voice perfectly, causing Hilde to laugh too.

(X)(x)(X)

Hilde shuddered in the boy's lap slightly as she continued bouncing to the rhythm that had been set. Her skirt was bunched around her waist but she didn't really need to worry about wrinkles. I mean wrinkles were basically a part of life.

"Aw Shit.........." He groaned as Hilde sped up the pace, causing the rusty piece of junk, known as his car, to bounce slightly along with her. Her nails dug into the flesh on his arms as she gasped slightly, throwing her head back, and closing her eyes.

"God....." Her gripped her hips even tighter as he felt himself coming close to completion. He jerked his hips upward as he felt release come to him. Hilde cried out silently before throwing her arms around his neck and gazing out the window of the back seat, with half lidded eyes.

They sat in silence, the only sounds filling the car being those of the boy's ragged breaths against her neck. She had her head over his shoulder, still gazing out the window through the ecstasy clouded eyes.

As she stared out the steam clouded window she could see a violet eyed stranger staring back at her, grinning as if mocking her. This caused her eyes to widen as the strange guy waved and at her, causing her to blush with embarrassment. His expression rturned to arrogant as he walked away, still mocking her as he blew a kiss in her direction, laughing his way down the street. Hilde made sure to flip him the finger but was a bit worried that he had missed it.

Hilde had the desire to crush the guy, whoever he was. He was obviously some pervert who got off on watching people fuck in cars. She sucked her teeth in disgust at the thought of him watching her and Jason commit such an act as they had committed. What if he had watched them before and she was just now realizing it?

But even though she felt a sense of deep loathing for the stranger she also felt a bit ashamed. Maybe she had felt angry because the fact was that she really shouldn't be screwing guys in the back seat of their cheesy cars, perhaps a bit of guilt. Chances were that Jason was screwing 5 other girls just like she was screwing another guy. She chuckled dryly to herself. She really should stop doing this to herself. Maybe it was best to cut Jason off. Maybe........

She could barely make out Jason's lips ghosting over heck, raining small kisses under her chin and over the rest of her flushed skin.

She sighed..........later..............she thought, later..........

(X)(x)(X)

"You should've seen her Heero. She was really cute....." Duo blew out of puff of smoke as he brought the cigarette to his mouth again. He gave a lop sided grin as the image of the girl flipping him off came back to mind. Heero just snorted. The braided boy was stretched out on the couch wearing a black shirt that said "I'm the kid your parents warned you about." in huge white lettering. Heero just continued clicking away on his lap top.

"She's probably a fresh man. You'll be turning 19, the last thing you need is some kind of child molestation charges Duo." Heero continued typing on his lap top, not even sparing a glance at his braided friend, smoking casually on the ratty couch. Duo sighed and chuckled a bit. His eyes stared through the cigarette smoke at the back of the stoic boy's head. He smirked.

"Yea, I ain't stupid, she could atleast be a junior though." He seemed to ponder on this.

" Anyways...ahh forget it..... She probably wasn't even that cute..... though it was a turn on watching her screw that guy in is car." Heero frowned at the computer screen.

" It's NOT. I'm NOT stupid is the correct way of saying it." Heero corrected automatically missing the roll of Duo's eyes.

"And on a side note....Your sick...... but you'll get over her." He replied with mild sarcasm one would not think him capable of.

"You thought I was "cute" at one time, remember?" Duo laughed and stood up to stand by Heero's side. He placed a hand on Heero's shoulder and leaned down close enough, to suck on his ear lobe.

"I still do..." He replied huskily. He then blew air abruptly into Heero's ear (3) causing the cobalt eyed boy to swat him away like a mosquitoe. Duo grinned, pleased at his victory, how ever small it was. Heero turned around momentarily to galre at the boy who was now sauntering towards his book shelf. Duo went over to Heero's book shelf, scanning diligently through the small selection.

"Hey Heero? Remember that chick Solo used to date way back in college? Samantha Fellows or some shit like that? Well yeah, anyways..... The one whose a teacher at the highschool now?" Heero gave an affirmative 'hn' in response. Duo took that as his cue to continue.

"Well she called yesterday asking me to do some tutoring gig. NO actually she black mailed me." He smirked to himself at the thought of teaching some wannabe knuckle head in the highschool. But then he also gave a bitter expression at being forced into a situation such as this one.

"I reluctantly told her yes, cause well I'm kind tight on cash these days bro. And plus she knows that I skipped over one of my requirements when graduating from highschool, the community service part...." (1) He grimaced as he recalled the conversation in his head. Damn teachers, always finding ways to get back at free men like him. He took out a book and licked his thumb, flipping through the pages.

"So yea, some white rich bitch family wants me to tutor their brat." Heero smirked at the screen.

"Well you do need the extra credits to pass this year and you did ask Solo to recommend you to some of his colleagues." Heero pointed out, still typing rapidly on the laptop. His fine features illuminated by the blaring light of the screen.

" YOUR white Duo." Heero pointed out for the un teeth time. His friend sometimes went off in tangents trying to claim he was some mixed exotic even though he was American despite his ancestry.

"And you don't get paid doing community service." Heero informed his friend.

"Why the fuck NOT?" Duo asked, clearly upset at the thought of doing such a service without compensation.

"It wouldn't be community SERVICE if you were getting paid." Heero dead panned. Duo waved him away with his free hand after thinking it over and coming to the conclusion that the logic did make sense. He wouldn't dare admit that out loud though.

"No I'm mixed......... and as for not getting paid..... Shit there better be some money in there somewhere cause if not fuck that community service garbage." He turned his nose up for a second at the thought. He seriously was kinda tight on cash.......

"I can always go do something at the red cross or salvation army, right?" Duo stared at the back of Heero's head in hopes of getting an answer sometime soon. Heero thought for a minute.

"Yea you could use the tutoring thing as a job and do the community service part with the salvation army." Duo smiled, pleased with the answer. He'd be thrice damned if he was gonna put up with some high school kid and not get anything useful in return.

Duo smiled in mild satisfaction as he found the word he'd been looking for in the dictionary he'd pulled out.

"Irony, incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the expected result.....hm....." He took the dictionary to the couch and lit another cigarette right after grinding the other out in the book. He felt an odd morbid fascination as he watched tiny embers eat a whole way in the place where he put the cigarette out. IN the end there was a black ringed hole. /Parents must be desperate to trust somone like me with their kid./ He smirked bitterly.

(X)(x)(X)

In the days that followed Hilde's discussion with the teacher as well as gazing into the eyes of a stranger and breaking it off with Jason, Hilde mourned for herself. She came straight home from school and sat on the internet clicking her life away into her Coke V- EGO. Maybe, just maybe, the poor thing wouldn't suffer the same fate as it's creator who was currently on a sort of punishment.

POV

It would go on to make music and be loved by everyone. It would go to parties, meet other cool v- egos and have an awesome studio in which it would make out with it's v- ego boyfriend (even though the site care takers declared that impossible). My v- ego wouldn't have to worry about me trying to force a tutor upon her. My v- ego was smart. After all she was me. Not to mention that academics wasn't too important in the coke studios world anyways. I also spent quality time trying to recreate my life on the Sims, trying to find the jinx in the blue print of my life that set everything off. My kid Sim wouldn't have to worry about her Sim parents giving her a tutor. She too was smart and besides...........they didn't have tutor's on the Sims, only military school. Now if all these little virtual people didn't have to deal with tutors then why did I? I mean sure they weren't real but that's besides the point. My life was on a total downward spiral.

Hilde was on the verge of whining and groveling at her parents feet as she tried to convince them that a tutor was not needed. She had done everything possible, even taking time out to study the damn lessons herself. But her parents went un convinced feeling that a tutor was the only way their daughter would reveal her true academic potential. She would even draw up pie charts if need be, anything BUT a tutor. They might as well leave her to die. DIE! She told her mom this.

"Don't be so dramatic Hilde. It's not that bad." Not that bad. How could it not be that bad? Her very world was going to be shattered in the blink of an eye by some dead beat senior who still had a hangover and buzz going on from the day before. Or worse........ what if he was some kind of computer nerd who was so pathetic that he had to get off on internet porno, what if he tried to make passes at her while dribbling snot all over her math homework, but not before going into cardiac arrest from all the potato chips and juice he had guzzled down while trying to find the cure for cancer with his home made chemistry set. Maybe it would be some preppy girl, who thought all things bad could magically be transformed into butterflies and puppies and that latte's were the devils magic. Hilde was in an all out panic at all the possibilities of what her tutor could be like got even gloomier and gloomier. OR even worse than the last worst case scenario....... what if her parents liked him or her? What if they invited the person over on holidays and for dinner, even going as far as to make Hilde go with them to pick out CHRISTMAS PRESENTS for the "darling" child? Hilde groaned as she felt ready to roll over and prostrate herself under a big rock somewhere. She had even scanned through last year's year book, looking at all the juniors who SHOULD be seniors this year. But then a thought dawned on her. What if they were from a different school? A Catholic one? OR perhaps a Lutheran one. Maybe some high tech science school in the middle of London somewhere. Borneo? OH God..........the possibilities........

Well maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe her tutor would be this really cool girl that would eventually become an older sister figure to her. Maybe they'd go shopping after tutoring sessions and play video games before she had to go home to her really cool boyfriend who she would introduce Hilde to or maybe a really cute younger brother? Just maybe..........

YEAH RIGHT! AS IF!

Things like that only happened to lucky people and the way Hilde saw it, her luck was inevitably getting worse day by day. She scowled at the coke studio she was currently working on. Not even the internet would provide something to make her happy at this point. She punched the off button in total disgust and stomped downstairs to try one last time to set her parents in the right direction. /I'll be damned if I end up with some stupid senior trying to run my life./

She cursed Ms. Fellois to high hell the whole way down the stairs for doing this to her. That woman would have to pay..........

As Hilde stomped down the stairs she tried to put on her best smile.

"Mom you know-" Hilde's mom cut her off with a sharp glare.

"No Hilde, your tutor will be here soon enough to introduce themselves. Actual tutoring may start today or tomorrow. Just accept it." Hilde glowered and flopped down on the couch.

"Fix yourself Hilde, you look like you haven't been among the living in months." Hilde stomped back up the stairs. /Why the hell should I fix myself up for a stranger who I'm almost certain I won't like?/ She went up the stairs and threw on a pair of black jeans and a grey tank top. She brushed her raven black hair up some, threw some Vaseline on her lips and scowled at the mirror. After a few minutes of that she stomped back down the stairs and flopped onto the couch. Her mom looked up from her magazine and smiled.

"Now that looks like my beautiful daughter, where you been the last few days?" Hilde didn't bother to give her mom a response to run with and continued to glare at the wall with her arms folded. They all sat in the living room in total and complete silence which was occasionally interrupted by her mothers stupid clock for bird collectors which had a bird call for every damn hour. (2) Hilde silently wished to take the clock and throw it in the nearest deepest darkest bull pit. Unfortunately there wasn't many of those around. None as a matter of fact. She stared at the room, blue eyes flickering about to glare at various objects in the house, that seemed to be on her bad side despite the fact that the objects were in deed in animate. Her blue eyes turned to the door as she could make out the form of someone through the stained glass just before the doorbell rang. Her mom got up casually while Hilde remained stretched out on the couch remaining indifferent to her tutor's arrival.

(X)(x)(X)

Well I guess I better get it over with and get this show on the road. Maybe this might be a nice family. Their house appeared pretty simple, yet cozy on the outside and as the middle aged woman with black hair opened the door could see it was the same on the inside.

"Well Hello there!" The woman gave a genuine smile and ushered me inside when a man with black hair, obviously graying, stood up and took my hand in a firm hand shake.

"Your obviously the tutor our daughter so obviously needs." I gave my best charming smile and returned the hand shake. I wasn't aware I was gonna be tutoring a girl. I hoped to high heaven that it wouldn't be some dumb blonde cheer leader who would try to persuade me to do her on the kitchen counter and forget the homework. Girls these days could be really scary, though I've had my fair share.

"Well I would hope so." I made sure my voice and smile didn't turn out blatantly fake and was relieved when the guy returned my hand to me. Thank GOD. I was beginning to question him for a second. The man rolled his eyes as he said in a loud booming voice.

"Hilde, get over here and meet your tutor." Hilde? What kind of name was Hilde? Was she German perhaps? The only Hildes' I knew were the muscular chicks in cartoons with the tiny little pony tails, complete with wood chopping axe and accent. BUTthe again who was I to talk, my name was Duo, like I was some kind of schitzo from the X-Men for christ sakes. I heard a very loud sigh and a couple of shuffles before the feet, which I hadn't noticed behind the gray man, slid down from the arm of the couch and walked over to the gray man's side. I looked up the very shapely feminine body and tried to hold back my shock from what or actually who I saw.... This could be rather intriguing..........

(X)(x)(X)

(1) I'm not sure about everyone else but I know that where I go to school you have to have a certain hour of community service hours to pass and graduate. I THINK everyone does but who knows..... I'm not to familiar with everyone's school system.

(2) At least everyone I know has a relative who has this blasted clock. IT's so annoying and abrupt. You can be sitting there knitting in peace and quiet and all of the sudden some kind of bird chirping crap with sound through out the house. And since the call changes for every hour you never get used to it. I HATE that clock.

(3) I had a friend who used to do this to me because he loved watching me scowl at him as I realized it wasn't a bug in my ear but him who had just blown into my ear. Anyone else know poeple who do this?

Notes: Well what do you think? When this idea came to mind I just couldn't ignore it. This shouldn't halt the progress of my other stories so yea.... READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!