The alarm sounded right at six-forty-five.
"Ugh. I don't wanna go!"
"Shut up. I am still tired and your whine does not help, Maxwell."
Duo Maxwell and Wufei Cheng, respectively, had to face many challenges in the intergalactic fight against OZ. But now they faced the toughest fight yet. Not even they thought that they could survive even a single day in the horror that was before them.
It could be deadly or dangerous, and result in a lot of unwanted annoying people.
They, the Gundam pilots, had to face high school.
Duo, even with just five working brain cells, still made it into the bathroom. He tried to brush out his yard-long braid, but it refused to cooperate. As the brush wen through the brown mass Duo's scalp screamed for mercy. His purplish eyes squinted from the pain. "Hey, Wu-wu."
"Do not call me that." In the mirror Duo saw Wufei's shorter, hyper- shiny black hair and felt immediate envy. The view from the bathroom mirror went straight to their bedroom and Wufei was sitting straight up.
"When are we meeting the girls?" the Gundam's battle was one with allies-specifically, Hilde, Relena and Dorothy.
"At 7:45, at the bus stop."
Quatre Winner from the next bedroom over came into the bathroom, as well as the great Heero Yuy. Duo balked. "Dudes. It is crowded in here. I gotta brush my hair out."
"Me, too." Quatre pushed himself to the mirror and ran his fingers through his platinum-blond bush. "Ah, I guess it looks okay."
Heero pushed harder into Quatre's place. "Mine is now. Move over Duo."
"Why?"
"I will kill you."
"Good reason." Duo made his way out of there. "Where is Trowa? I would figure that he would be the first to be awake."
A hard hiss came from the kitchen. "He was," explained Heero. "He slept in his clothes for today. He got up right with the alarm and started breakfast."
"Kickass." Duo wobbled here. Trowa Barton was putting bacon onto the range, minding his own business. His clothes, even slept-in, were not wrinkled, and a comb-over he had over his face was still intact. "Jesus, Trowa." Duo saw the paper on the table that Trowa had also picked up and went for the sports section. "Do you even move in your sleep? It's almost like you were dead if you woke up like that."
"Huh." Trowa was not a speaker. "Perhaps you should get dressed."
"Whoa, don't give me a whole speech here, Trowa." He looked toward the baseball page, and noted, pleased that the Cardinals were in first place. "What have you cooking?"
"Bacon. Then pancakes."
"That's fine." The tiny type in the boxscores eluded Duo's still glazed eyes. He thought that he saw someone had hit a home run for the Cards, and that maybe there had been a big night for Pujols, but his eyes ached from having just four hours of sleep. He decided that the boxscore type was too small, and should have been at least as big as Shaq, especially upon a good night.
He decided that the entertainment section would be nicer on his eyes. He reached for it-only to see that a dagger had been thrust into the space between his fingers where he laid his hand on it. "Garfield is _mine_, Maxwell," warned Wufei.
It was seven-fifty, and the Gundam boys were outside. It was a cool, damp September morning, and all were wearing light jackets. The only notable ones were Duo's, which read "Cardinals" in front and "Gibson-45" in the back, and Quatre's, which had the message "Think globally, act locally."
"Were the hell are they? The bus is coming." Duo moved around in his brightly colored jacket, making him seem like a traffic symbol. "These are public buses-it is not like they are going to pop up right at your door."
"Maybe Relena went postal and killed Dorothy," said Quatre hopefully. "I still have that scar from her from inside of Libra."
"Yes, if only the pacifist were to toughen up and fight for herself," said Wufei thoughtfully. "I think she could easily stand for herself, so why does Heero do it for her?"
"Everyone always saves a seat for her," replied the 01 pilot.
Duo turned to Quatre. "Are they using metaphors? I mean, I almost always _do_ save a seat for Relena."
"I don't really know. You never can tell with Heero."
".," added Trowa.
"Very wise, Trowa," said Quatre.
That very comment marked the moment that the bus approached from their left and the hectic Hilde, Dorothy, and Relena went toward them at their right. "This is ALL DOROTHY"S FAULT," said Hilde. "She has to have that waist-long hair. And do not even get me started about those weird-ass eyebrows. She has to get them sharp enough to kill someone."
"Like you," suggested the sharp-eyebrowed blond.
"Still-a half an hour in the bathroom? And you kept us all behind for breakfast too."
"And they have some perfectly good food there at the school," added Relena. "You don't _have_ to pack a lunch. Just bring $1.50 and buy something. They have fast-food pizza. They don't have _just_ the Hamburgers from Hell that we are so accustomed to at Duo's place."
"Hey!" said Duo. "Don't diss the burgers!"
By then the bus had pulled up and the door had opened. The bus driver, wondering why he was wasting his golden years having to deal with situations like this, said, "Hey-are you all getting on or not? I have a schedule that I have to make, you know."
"Yes, yes," said Relena. "We're sorry." She hopped on, swiping her bus pass, and were followed by Hilde, then Dorothy, ands then Duo, Heero and Wufei trying to get through the door all at the same time. As soon as they were able to make it in without killing each other, Trowa and Quatre bought up the rear.
There were not too many empty seats, but all of them were near each other, so everyone of them were near the others and seated. Relena looked at her own seat tentatively. "I have never thought about it, but there aren't any seatbelts on a bus. What would happen should we crash?"
Trowa took the seat next to her. "We would bounce around in the compartments until were stopped crashing or until we were dead."
"Ah."
Duo sat in the first seat became across, only to find Dorothy there. "Oh. It is you."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic."
"Trust me-I'm not." Duo looked at her. "On a completely different subject, why are you wearing the exact same jacket as me?"
"I was going to ask you. I like baseball, okay? Is that a crime?"
"Not at all.Bob."
"You call me that again and you will _die_."
"Bob."
Dorothy took his braid and pulled. Duo screamed for mercy. Wufei cleverly added a catfight joke. During all of this, Trowa asked Relena, "Aren't you for peace? Shouldn't you stop this?"
"But then it wouldn't be funny anymore." She looked at Trowa. "What?"
"Ugh. I don't wanna go!"
"Shut up. I am still tired and your whine does not help, Maxwell."
Duo Maxwell and Wufei Cheng, respectively, had to face many challenges in the intergalactic fight against OZ. But now they faced the toughest fight yet. Not even they thought that they could survive even a single day in the horror that was before them.
It could be deadly or dangerous, and result in a lot of unwanted annoying people.
They, the Gundam pilots, had to face high school.
Duo, even with just five working brain cells, still made it into the bathroom. He tried to brush out his yard-long braid, but it refused to cooperate. As the brush wen through the brown mass Duo's scalp screamed for mercy. His purplish eyes squinted from the pain. "Hey, Wu-wu."
"Do not call me that." In the mirror Duo saw Wufei's shorter, hyper- shiny black hair and felt immediate envy. The view from the bathroom mirror went straight to their bedroom and Wufei was sitting straight up.
"When are we meeting the girls?" the Gundam's battle was one with allies-specifically, Hilde, Relena and Dorothy.
"At 7:45, at the bus stop."
Quatre Winner from the next bedroom over came into the bathroom, as well as the great Heero Yuy. Duo balked. "Dudes. It is crowded in here. I gotta brush my hair out."
"Me, too." Quatre pushed himself to the mirror and ran his fingers through his platinum-blond bush. "Ah, I guess it looks okay."
Heero pushed harder into Quatre's place. "Mine is now. Move over Duo."
"Why?"
"I will kill you."
"Good reason." Duo made his way out of there. "Where is Trowa? I would figure that he would be the first to be awake."
A hard hiss came from the kitchen. "He was," explained Heero. "He slept in his clothes for today. He got up right with the alarm and started breakfast."
"Kickass." Duo wobbled here. Trowa Barton was putting bacon onto the range, minding his own business. His clothes, even slept-in, were not wrinkled, and a comb-over he had over his face was still intact. "Jesus, Trowa." Duo saw the paper on the table that Trowa had also picked up and went for the sports section. "Do you even move in your sleep? It's almost like you were dead if you woke up like that."
"Huh." Trowa was not a speaker. "Perhaps you should get dressed."
"Whoa, don't give me a whole speech here, Trowa." He looked toward the baseball page, and noted, pleased that the Cardinals were in first place. "What have you cooking?"
"Bacon. Then pancakes."
"That's fine." The tiny type in the boxscores eluded Duo's still glazed eyes. He thought that he saw someone had hit a home run for the Cards, and that maybe there had been a big night for Pujols, but his eyes ached from having just four hours of sleep. He decided that the boxscore type was too small, and should have been at least as big as Shaq, especially upon a good night.
He decided that the entertainment section would be nicer on his eyes. He reached for it-only to see that a dagger had been thrust into the space between his fingers where he laid his hand on it. "Garfield is _mine_, Maxwell," warned Wufei.
It was seven-fifty, and the Gundam boys were outside. It was a cool, damp September morning, and all were wearing light jackets. The only notable ones were Duo's, which read "Cardinals" in front and "Gibson-45" in the back, and Quatre's, which had the message "Think globally, act locally."
"Were the hell are they? The bus is coming." Duo moved around in his brightly colored jacket, making him seem like a traffic symbol. "These are public buses-it is not like they are going to pop up right at your door."
"Maybe Relena went postal and killed Dorothy," said Quatre hopefully. "I still have that scar from her from inside of Libra."
"Yes, if only the pacifist were to toughen up and fight for herself," said Wufei thoughtfully. "I think she could easily stand for herself, so why does Heero do it for her?"
"Everyone always saves a seat for her," replied the 01 pilot.
Duo turned to Quatre. "Are they using metaphors? I mean, I almost always _do_ save a seat for Relena."
"I don't really know. You never can tell with Heero."
".," added Trowa.
"Very wise, Trowa," said Quatre.
That very comment marked the moment that the bus approached from their left and the hectic Hilde, Dorothy, and Relena went toward them at their right. "This is ALL DOROTHY"S FAULT," said Hilde. "She has to have that waist-long hair. And do not even get me started about those weird-ass eyebrows. She has to get them sharp enough to kill someone."
"Like you," suggested the sharp-eyebrowed blond.
"Still-a half an hour in the bathroom? And you kept us all behind for breakfast too."
"And they have some perfectly good food there at the school," added Relena. "You don't _have_ to pack a lunch. Just bring $1.50 and buy something. They have fast-food pizza. They don't have _just_ the Hamburgers from Hell that we are so accustomed to at Duo's place."
"Hey!" said Duo. "Don't diss the burgers!"
By then the bus had pulled up and the door had opened. The bus driver, wondering why he was wasting his golden years having to deal with situations like this, said, "Hey-are you all getting on or not? I have a schedule that I have to make, you know."
"Yes, yes," said Relena. "We're sorry." She hopped on, swiping her bus pass, and were followed by Hilde, then Dorothy, ands then Duo, Heero and Wufei trying to get through the door all at the same time. As soon as they were able to make it in without killing each other, Trowa and Quatre bought up the rear.
There were not too many empty seats, but all of them were near each other, so everyone of them were near the others and seated. Relena looked at her own seat tentatively. "I have never thought about it, but there aren't any seatbelts on a bus. What would happen should we crash?"
Trowa took the seat next to her. "We would bounce around in the compartments until were stopped crashing or until we were dead."
"Ah."
Duo sat in the first seat became across, only to find Dorothy there. "Oh. It is you."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic."
"Trust me-I'm not." Duo looked at her. "On a completely different subject, why are you wearing the exact same jacket as me?"
"I was going to ask you. I like baseball, okay? Is that a crime?"
"Not at all.Bob."
"You call me that again and you will _die_."
"Bob."
Dorothy took his braid and pulled. Duo screamed for mercy. Wufei cleverly added a catfight joke. During all of this, Trowa asked Relena, "Aren't you for peace? Shouldn't you stop this?"
"But then it wouldn't be funny anymore." She looked at Trowa. "What?"