Upheaval

Title: Upheaval

Author: gundam06serenity

Fandom: Gundam Wing A/C

Genre(s) Romance, Drama

Warnings: AU, WIP, Yaoi, school fic, slight OOC (as it's an AU)

Pairings: 2x6, 13xUne (past), 2xSolo, 13x6, 13x2x6, 1+2 (noncon) 5+2 (noncon) 1x5, 1x2, 2x5, 1x2x5, 3x4, Solo x Hilde, 1x2x3x4x5, 13x6, 1x2x3x4x5x6(possibly)

Summary: With a new teacher comes new upheaval. Dismissing his predecessors bias and assumptions when labelling his pupils, he sets out to help destroy the clear tensions and boundaries within his class, through one of the students most hated methods.

Rating: pg13 (ff . net) pg13-Nc17 (gundam-wing-universe . net)

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think Relena would have survived, and Treize would have died if I owned the show? oO Exactly. This is just for enjoyment, no profit is made.

Authors Notes: The next update of 'Silent Revolution' is completed and will be posted tomorrow morning GMT. I have yet to start the next chapter of 'Somewhere I belong' but it should be on time next week, hopefully for Monday. Chapter two of 'Upheaval' is about half way there. Hopefully, it should be ready by next Wednesday.

This is a lil' fic that's been floating around in my head for a couple of months now that I have started writing shortly before picking up 'Silent' for the first time in two years and changing to re-vamping that instead. I thought I might as well type the start of this one up and see what people thought. : ) The first few chapters are more from the adult PoV with flashback/ past events. The boys become the focus, however, around about chapters three to five.

A quick Note – As I'm English and know nothing of the American schooling system, and very little about the Japanese system, though a tad more than the American, This will be using that (English) system of schooling; Pre-school, school, secondary, college, University. For ages, please leave a review and I'll post more details in the next chapter if needed.

Upheaval: Prologue – Graduation & Promises

Cornflower blue eyes gazed critically around the bare room, scanning the stark, clinical emptiness for any hidden remnants of her time spent there.

Small, round gold spectacles poked out from the open breast pocket of her plain cotton crimson shirt, a burgundy sleeveless tank-top proudly proclaiming 'Southampton Uni' peeking out from beneath the soft, well-worn fabric of her loose shirt.

She tied her hair back, securing it with a ribbon previously wound around one slender, lightly tanned wrist. The golden satin blended perfectly in with her wheaten hair.

She walked forward, long, delicate fingers trailing one last time over the small, dust-free window frame.

Footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs. A small smile curled upon her lips, her gaze filling with fondness. She knew who it would be.

"You made it" She said softly, still facing the window. "I wasn't sure if you would come."

The others silence unnerved her, his ragged breathing having evened out.

"I know it's further than we agreed, further than I originally thought I would be happy going to. But it's just so perfect."

He still remained silent.

Sadness crept into her eyes, a weakness that, even for him, she refused to show. she hardened her expression, closing off what she truly felt, replacing it instead with a mask of anger and accusation.

"It's only a year until you can join me, goddamnit! We'll still be together. Cant you just be happy for me, you son of a-"

Pale, fiery blue widened impossibly, as full cherry lips descended on her own thin, peachy bow ones, softly, gently devouring her. One large, warm hand undid her hair with gentle care.

"No, we will not, my lady." Understanding Prussian orbs locked with her own wide, watering eyes. The sharp, classically beautiful European face of her childhood friend and lover gazed down at her, his other hand cupping her chin gently, lovingly.

"I hate you" She whispered weakly, eyes watering. And she did. She hated that he could bring out this, this weakness in her. That he could touch her so deeply with a mere look or handful of whispered words.

He let out a small, half hearted laugh, warm, mint-ey breath ruffling her blond flyaways. "Of course you do. You will hate me all the way to the train station, down the line, into the city. You will hate me as you unpack in your new dormitory room. You will hate me as you walk to your first class. Where upon you will promptly forget about ol' what's-his-name, when you meet some attractive older man-or woman, in orientation."

She didn't shake her head, didn't bother trying to deny it. She wouldn't insult him that way.

"You've always been such a good judge of character, Treize, you should join me down in Southampton when you finish up you're a-levels next year." She suggested weakly, clinging to some hope that she wouldn't loose her long-time friend.

"I think not, Une. Southampton is not for me. Brighton, maybe. Or London. Who knows-Wales is starting to look promising, or maybe even the states."

"But-But… I'll….miss you…"

He tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. He gave her a rare, warm, true smile.

"And I shall miss you. But we all have to venture out into the big wide world at some point or another in out lives, eh? Friends cannot always be there for each other."

She took half a step forward before she could stop herself, trying to follow him as he retreated.

"I'm sure we will meet again sometime, my lady. Have fun at University."

And, with that, her first love walked out on her, before she could leave him.

"Goodbye Treize, I-I, I hope you're right.

To be continued

Answers to questions you didn't ask & most likely do not care about:

I have no idea what Southampton's colours are, or if they do these shirts. My college does something similar in black and white for various departments and for the college, but I believe in America the universities (Colleges?) do this and thought it would fit well