!The Leader of the Pack!

AN: Well, here is my new story. I hope you like. It's not the usual pairing I do. It's a 25, 2x5 story, but still worth a read? I hope?

Disclaimer: Hmm...I like FedEX. It is fun to say. FEDEX! Whoot! Maybe if I were lucky I would be able to get the Gundam Boys FedEx-ed to me. But since I am NOT lucky, I can't! Tee hee!

Chapter 1: My life sucks
Wufei's POV

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! The incessant rapping at my door had always been annoying so early in the morning. It took all of my strength to not beat the sorry ass who dared to impose on my territory. Especially at 6:00am. But, alas, that is what my life was like.

My name is Wufei. Chang Wufei. Every morning it was:

"Early, early, early. Wake up Wufei!"

"Eat your breakfast quick Wufei, and then review your homework."

"Oh my god, you are so slow. Get Moving Wufei!"

I couldn't bare the sound of my parents' voices. So many times in a few minutes, it would always give me a headache. I wanted to escape and be free from their orders, their expectations of me. I was only 17 after all. I still had my whole life ahead of me, and they treated me with no respect. I can't remember how many times I had cried myself to sleep at night. All I wanted ever was to be treated as a person, not some inexperienced low life as my parents had seen me. They saw me as someone who needed desperate instruction, someone who was a diamond mind in a huge dumb rough. I was a fucking pawn.

Still, my parents didn't care. Both of them were doctors, and wanted me to gain prestigious titles in my life, such as the ones they held. They were living through me. I was responsible to uphold the Chang family honor, as an intelligent line of blood. I was allowed no social life and had little privileges. I had no friends, and was considered a nerd in my school. Of course it had been better than being in a snooty private school, like my parents had suggested I attend.

They always told me "Studying will get you through life. Friends will manipulate you, pressure you and mess you up." That rule was drilled into my head like a screw and I had followed it to my greatest extent. Though it wasn't true, I did as it told me to. I was obedient, never questioning, and got whatever task that was asked of me, finished.

My parents had also taught me my manners. I was extremely well behaved and well-mannered, proper and keeping a remarkably cool demeanor. I never spoke unless I was spoken to, and spent my life inside the house.

I never went out. If my parents went to dinner, I was to stay home and read. I felt like a clone. I felt used and denied of the privileges that someone my age deserved to have. Hell, I wasn't even allowed to drive a car to school (I wasn't to go to Drivers ED to get my license, until I was 20.) My parents enforced that I do not cuss at school or at home either. Swearing was out of our league, they said.

I had always wanted to be normal. But no matter how hard I tried, my parents were rocks. Immovable, unhearing, stubborn and mind-set. For my birthdays, I would get textbooks and math tools, while other guys got bicycles and super soakers. Twisted? Hell yeah!

I was living in a nightmare, whisking through life in a dreamlike state. Before I knew what was going on, I had been through my time as a smart 5- year-old, to a genius teenager who was so depressed he started to seclude himself.

Spending all of my days inside did its number on me. Florida's sunny weather made me cringe every time I stepped out of the house. I had become as pale as the moon, contrasting with my rather long ebony hair, which I kept back in a ponytail. My charcoal eyes didn't help either, especially with the magnification of my huge dorky glasses. When I did, however, go outside, I would cover up like it was cold out.

All in all, I was a miserable guy. Every so often I would run the razor over my wrist a few times to help get rid of all my emotional pain. I was a developing teenager, my voice had only just started to drop and I had no help from my parents to get through this. I needed support, excitement. A life.

I didn't have hope. Until one day... This is the story of how I finally became the person who I wanted to be, and who helped me.



It was a rare thing for me to actually go somewhere. Even if that somewhere was the library. I had to go there to return a few books I had borrowed and I refused to let my parents go for me. They weren't the only ones who were stubborn. Yeah, I get it from them.

The day was hot and humid, the sun beating down relentlessly. My skimpy blue tank top was sticking to my body with sweat and my white pants were my new skin. Perspiration was dripping off of my forehead like a leaky tap and I felt miserable.

I uncomfortably shifted the books I was carrying to my other hand, and plunged on along the deserted road. It was usually like that in the area where I lived. Plenty of open lots where the battered old 'For Sale' signs were covered up by the over grown grass. Lots of huge houses (like mine) which were quiet during the day because of so many important jobs that required you to work over the summer like this. I was the only person under 20 that I knew around there really, so there were no kids squealing in a pool, or playing soccer on the front lawns. Just plain old deserted.

It was still a couple of blocks to the library, where it too, was probably empty. I groaned. I could feel my legs growing weak already and I knew I couldn't last much longer without a drink, or air conditioning.

I stopped, leaning against a telephone pole, letting my eyes wander the empty area.

Wait a minute. I had never seen that place before in my life. Sure I may have been uber smart, but not going anywhere very often made my sense of direction awful. Damn, just another thing I needed at the time.

Sure the houses were still huge, and nobody was out and about, but there defiantly was a sound. A low buzzing, like a million bees near a hive; coming closer and closer with every flap of their small wings. It had startled me at first. I had thought no one had the time to come outside like this, maybe I was wrong.

The sound grew louder, like a bunch of lawnmowers all running at the same time. I was staring blankly around, as I can remember, looking this direction and that. The direction from which it was coming was unclear. The buzzing was echoing off of wall after wall of the large walls of the numerous houses. My brain was staring to hurt. The sun was shining through my glasses, making it brighter, and the heat was going straight to my brain.

I felt dizzy and collapsed onto my knees. I can't recall how long it took for them to get there. All I can remember was the sound growing so loud, that my eardrums were pounding and I could feel the vibrations in my chest.

I looked up. So many of them, gathering around me like a pack of lioness' cornering their prey. From what I could see, they were all male, though it was hard to tell from behind their helmets. Each one of them, mounted on their own Harley Davidson, painted the colors of silver and black. They all wore the hue of ebony in their jackets with personalized grotesque pictures illustrated on the back.

They were a sight to behold, dangerous and tough. These were the guys I longed to be, the guys I had feared and read about in novels. My heart was beating, as each one stopped at their own pace, cut the motor in their bikes and dismounted. I was anxious about this, no matter what the desire to be like them. I was perfect victim for them to attack. Surely people like this wouldn't stop and surround me just to ask directions! Surely Not!

Three. Three of these men stepped forward and removed their helmets identical smirks on their faces. Definitely up to no good, as my suspicions were affirmed. They each looked uniquely gruff in their own way.

The First, looked about my age, shorter with a mop of unruly chocolate locks piled onto his head. His bangs concealing his leering, cold cobalt blue eyes. He was intimidating no matter how frail he looked. The second, had long flowing platinum blonde hair that cascaded about his shoulders. He was older by a few years by the looks of him and had squinty eyes. The third looked much more relaxed than the other two. His age wasn't quite that clear. He had wispy sand colored tresses that gracefully framed his face and hazel eyes that were wind worn and sand beaten.

The smaller one crossed him arms as a triumphant grin passed over his face. His thoughts of me showed straight on his face. He thought I was low, weak, useless, and a geek.

"Loot 'im Zechs, Solo." He barked.

The other two advanced on me, the blonde, Zechs as he was called, taking me by the arms and pulling me into a standing position. Solo, which I assumed was the other one, grabbed a branch from the ground.

"Empty you're pockets." He ordered me. I gave him a funny look which earned me a sharp whack across the face with the stick.

"Empty 'em!" He repeated.

I felt small tendrils of blood flow from my bottom lip and brow.

"I-I don't have any pockets..." I stuttered.

Zechs chuckled from behind me.

"Y'hear that Heero? He don't got any pockets." The brown haired one shook his head.

"So? That doesn't mean he is flat broke now does it? Keep looking Solo." Solo nodded to Zechs, who took me roughly by the feet and flipped me upside down. I have to say, I am far too light for my age. It's a curse I guess. Solo took to beating me that stick. Not soft little blows either. Harsh, fast ones. The sharp little branches on it cut into my skin, giving me scrapes here slices there. I could tell that I was going to have numerous scars.

I screamed out for help in vain. Nobody would hear me. I was all alone. That word rang out in my mind again and was more painful than anything they could have done to me.

"SHUT-UP!" Zechs and Solo yelled at me in unison. The blonde dropped me, letting Solo administer sharp kicks to my body with his worn running shoes. My glasses were knocked from my face and sent flying into the street where they broke. Strands of my hair were falling out of the taut ponytail I tied it in, sticking to my sweaty, bloody face.

"Okay guys" Heero now advanced on my sorry, beaten body. "My turn." There was a round of low guffaws from the other bikers, who had chosen to remain silent until now.

"Kill him Heero!" Someone shouted.

"Turn him into road kill!" another hollered. The laughter became louder and only egged Heero on. He took hold of the collar of my tank top, and lifted his fist. Unheeded tears welled in my eyes and spilled out over my cheeks

"Of course. What a baby. Take it like a man, dude." But still, I cried. His words weren't even encouraging or friendly.

His plan was to either beat me into unconsciousness and leave me on a desert road for some hick to pick me up and rape my brains out. Or to kill me and leave me on a desert road, dead, for some necrophiliac to take me home.

There was no doubt he would have pounded me into next week. I bet you he even had a couple of guns stowed away in his jacket somewhere to finish me off. That was always the job of the leader of the pack right? And he would have, too. If it weren't for the deep voice that called from the back of the crowd.

"Heero!" It bellowed menacingly. Loud and dominant. Maybe I was wrong about Heero being in charge. Maybe there was some hope for me after all. "Heero, put him down."

Heero hesitated.

"I said NOW Heero! Do as I say or I will kill you on the spot!" And Heero dropped me, but I didn't collapse to my feet, just staggered backwards a bit.

A way was parted in the crowd of bikers then, and loud footsteps were heard proceeding. Then I saw him. The most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Tall and slim, a curvy figure I would have expected to me on a rather masculine woman. He was wearing a black cut-off shirt with leather gloves covering his hands. A black jacket was tied around his waist and an elaborate silver belt held up tight black leather pants. Big steel toed boots were showed on his feet.

The boy was pale, with a heart shaped face. His long chestnut colored hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that flowed over his shoulders and swung back and forth while he walked. But his eyes were what attracted me the most. He had big, bright eyes the hue of lilacs in the summer sun. They sparkled with life in amounts I had never experienced before. A pair of sunglasses was perched on his nose and he swung silver rosary in one hand. He moved fluidly, like floating above the ground. He could easily have been a model, but instead had chosen a life like the one he had.

He cast a glance at Heero out of the corner of his eye. "He had nothing?"

"No Duo" was his mumbled reply. "He had nothing"

Duo? I thought. Such a name for him too. I would have liked at that moment to try the name out on my tongue, but with all the bikers around on pins heads, I wasn't willing to.

Duo turned to Heero, a hand on his hip. "Nothing? The why the HELL did ya let the dumbasses here keep beatin' him?! Dammit Heero! What the hell is your problem?!" He flared exasperatedly. "I told ya to check him. But no, you decide to beat his ass to a pulp. You have issues man. Listen next time."

I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I was being defended? Duo turned to me, and smiled softly. He was so beautiful when he smiled. It was like an angel in black. He ran a gloved hand over my cheek, wiping away the tears that were smeared across me face.

"Sorry about Hee-chan" he whispered. "He can be...so cruel sometimes."

I nodded feverishly. "What is your name?" Duo asked me.

I didn't know if I had the guts to tell him. I didn't know if my throat was even working. But I managed to croak out the answer.

"Wufei Chang."

"Wu-fei-fei?" He asked.

"No, just Wufei" I replied.

"Fei-candy?"

"Er..no...I..."

Duo placed a finger over my lips. He leaned close to my ear. "Shh. You're pretty. I get to call you what I want. I'll be watching you Fei-foo" He giggled before withdrawing from me.

Duo bounded back to his motorcycle and waved. He slipped his dark glasses over his amazing eyes and turned on the ignition. Heero, Zechs and Solo glowered at me before putting their helmets on and mounting their bikes as well. The rumble of so many motors started up again and they took off down the street.

My heart was beating so fast. My face stung and I could barely see. Duo had left me staring speechless as he rode away, right at the front. The leader of the pack. I didn't quite know it at the time, but that was how my life was going to change. All I knew was that no matter what happened, I was in love with Duo. What else could explain the fluttering feeling within my stomach and heart? I knew I was destined to see him again. He said so himself.

TBC

Mistress Shinigami: Hello my pretties! This is my new story! WHEE! REVIEW OR I WILL SIC MY ATTACK BUNNIES ON CHU!

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