Chapter Two: Man's Greatest Weakness

As requested, I'm here to publish chapter two! I'm open for title suggestions, because I'm absolutely hopeless at these things.

I'm not sure as to how many chapters I want to include in this story yet. But hey, I leave it up to you, the readers. The amount of chapters in this fic comes down to how many negative (Or positive!) reviews and comments I get.

Thanks for the review, jeangreymullinsjr. Glad you like it!

Disclaimer: No, I do not and never will own Gundam Wing, nor Heero and Duo.

Warning: OOC-ness, swearing, blood and gore.

This is a shounen-ai/yaoi fic. Although I haven't planned any lemons, I am happy to do one if it's requested.

ITALICS = Thoughts, but can also mean emphasis when used in speech.

"Speech" = I'm sure you know this one.

*BOLD* = Letting you know who's Point-Of-View we're in.

Alrighty then, onward, my trusty… well… forget it.

*DUO*

Wearing my new black and grey uniform, I trudged on towards the entrance. There was already someone else waiting there… I think his name was Isaac?

We stood there, silently. A minute or so later, the other boys joined us, Heero being the last to do so. When we were all lined up, the commander jumped out from behind a door. "You're all two and a half minutes early. Get into the habit of getting yourself together quick. It'll do you good."

A young, blond haired woman entered the barracks. "Sergeant Po!" The commander exclaimed, evidently surprised. He quickly regained his composure. "Do you have business here?"

Sergeant Po, as the woman was called, looked us over coolly. "Indeed, Warrant Officer Darlain. I was asked to oversee the training of these young men."

The commander, or should I say, Warrant Officer Darlain, gave a her a rather rude look. "Under who's orders?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Noin, if you must know." She answered, somewhat smugly.

After a pause, Warrant Officer Darlain nodded vigorously "Of course, Sergeant." He murmured. Everyone, I mean everyone, had heard of Luitenant Colonel Lucrezia Noin. The second-highest scoring graduate in the history of Lake Victoria Academy and excellent strategist.

Sergeant Po saluted us. "I am Sergeant Sally Po. I have been assigned the task of observing your progression over the course of two weeks." She said, and with a lot more respect than I would've thought. Most of our superiors were a bit… snobbish, I guess. But Sergeant Po spoke to us almost like equals. Interesting.

We all immediately saluted in response. "Sergeant," Darlain interjected, "Would you mind if we go through some self-defence exercises?"

The woman nodded and stepped back. "I apologise for the interruption," she said. Darlain grunted in reply, before pointing at me. "Maxwell. Care to give it a try?" he asked me. Pfft. Self-defence is easy.

"Yes, Sir."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the others snicker. "Darlain'll beat the fuck outta him. I mean, he's tiny!" I heard one whisper. Growling slightly, I stepped forward.

Darlain looked at me. "Attack as soon as you're ready. I won't be going easy on you."

A wicked grin crossed my face as I took a swift step, putting me beside the Warrant Officer. He went to turn, but I slipped behind his back first, slamming my elbow into the back of his head with a bit of a… well… a giggle.

Jerking forward, Darlain smirked. "All right then."

I stopped long enough to let him rise back up to his feet. I dodged the right hook he threw, and narrowly avoided the kick to the stomach with a careful sidestep. I replied with my own high kick, aiming for the head, and somewhat purposely missing. As soon as my foot hit the ground, I jammed my right knee into his groin. I almost laughed when he fell over in pain.

And that, my friends, is man's greatest weakness.

I'll leave it there. Short, I know. But I'm a student in the enhanced class – meaning I get a lot of homework, and not enough time to write fanfiction.

Hmm, what are your opinions on the relationship between Zechs and Noin? I can't decide if I should pair them up here or not… because I do quite like Noin. But I want Zechs to myself! (If I had a Zechs plushie right now, I'd be hugging the holy f*** out of it)

Questions? Praise? Criticism? Want me to continue it? Want me to quit writing all together? Tell me through reviews!

NOTE: Flames will be used to cook my dinner… or maybe Poptarts…

Levy.