Rivalry and Huh...Trowa's WHAT?
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A.N. - Wow, I've been getting positive reviews!! Thanks so much people. I thought this fic would be another dud, but I've got a lot of ideas.
Keep reviewing and I'll keep churning out chapters. :) Um... this chapter deals with a person's sexuality. If you don't like the idea of
homosexuality, or even bisexuality for that matter, then you might want to re-think reading this fic. I won't be responsible for your corruption
because this is clearly marked as a fic containing multiple sexualities. Therefore, it's not only going to be het! Happy reading! ^_^
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The next morning turned out to be dull and dreary again. Relena groaned, her stiff neck paining. Yawning, she wondered what on earth
possessed her to roll out of bed at 7AM...and so promptly. Shrugging, she went on with her daily routines and came to the point where she stood
in front of her closet, without a clue on what to wear to school.
"Knock, knock. Lena, you awake?" Milliardo called through the door.
"Yep, I'm just about to get dressed. Come on in, help me pick something out," she said.
He stuck his head in, unsure if he was dreaming. Why was Relena asking him to help her pick something to wear, and furthermore, since when
did she wake before him?
"Curious, why do want me to help you?" he asked.
"I'm...meeting someone after school today for coffee," she said quickly, hoping he didn't catch any of it.
"With a guy? Who? If he lays a hand on you, I'll..." Milliardo began, only to be stopped when a pillow came flying towards him.
"Heero, and we're just going for coffee. It's not even a date okay? And I think I can handle him, thank you very much. Now help me," she said, frustrated.
"Jeez. I can't help you. I don't know this Heero guy. I don't know what he's into. For all you know, he could like girls who dress like those
prostitutes we had to pass by in Mexico!! That's so not like you, Miss Frilly and Ribbon," he said.
"Shut up, I'm not like that!" she exclaimed.
"Well I can't help you then," he said plainly, noting the anger in her features.
"Then get out. I don't need your help," she said crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, if you're late coming downstairs, you might as well walk to school because I won't drive you," he said before leaving.
"Grr...I'll be down on time!" she yelled after him. A turtleneck sweater and denim skirt would look nice...
Heero rolled out of bed casually at 8AM, only half an hour to get dressed and out the door.
"Hot date after school. Better dress nice," Mind reminded him.
"It's not a date. We're just going for coffee," Heero replied, fussing over his bangs.
"Yeah, yeah. Deny it all you want. And leave the hair, you and I both know it's not gonna stay. Hair has a mind of its own," Mind said, laughing.
"Great, what am I gonna wear?" Heero said, standing before his simple closet.
"Wear the nice sweater and your dark jeans!" Mind exclaimed.
"Oh jeez, first time I agree with you," Heero replied, pulling the clothes out.
School was uneventful for both, until second period History. Relena sat in the middle, knowing full well that Heero was behind her.
Trowa walked in, casually late and sat across from Relena. He looked at her and whistled.
"Hot mama," he commented, earning stares from the other classmates.
Relena blushed. Heero glared at Trowa.
"That's quite enough Mr. Barton. You'll be staying after school to wash my blackboards," Ms. Mitchell said.
"But..." Trowa protested.
"No, you know that I do not allow casual lateness, especially from you," she said
Heero sat back in his seat, thinking how cute Relena looked when she blushed.
"See I told you," Mind said, strolling around Heero's desert places*.
Heero ignored it. He might as well tell her today when they would have coffee. What if she rejected him?
//Heero's imagination//
He sat opposite her, him drinking his tall latte and Relena drinking her venti mocha. Who knew Relena was the coffee drinking type?
"So, how was your day?" Heero asked, peering over the rim of his cup.
"Not so good, but I'm beginning to think it's going to get better," she said, setting her cup down.
'Did I just hear her correctly?' he thought.
"Oh, sorry, am I being to forward?" she asked, looking at her hands folded in her lap.
"No, no. I just didn't expect you to say that. Would you hate me if I said something kind of personal to you?" he asked.
"No, I could never hate you," Relena answered sweetly.
"Okay. Uh, that night when I came to see you, I wanted to see you sleeping," he said quietly.
"Excuse me?" she asked, hoping she heard wrong.
"I said that I came to see you sleep," he repeated, very uneasy.
"You pervert! How dare you break into my house in the middle of the night to watch me sleep? Is that some kind of sick thing you do to girls
you like?!?" she yelled, standing up.
"No, no. It's not like that. I didn't mean it that way," Heero protested.
"Then what did you mean?" she asked loudly, earning various stares from the other people drinking coffee and talking.
"I, it's hard to explain," he said.
"Then don't ever come near me again! Heero Yuy, you are the most perverted, psychotic boy I know! I want everyone to know that so they'll
know what kind of person you are!" she yelled, storming out of the coffeehouse.
//end imagination//
"Holy shit..." Heero uttered, placing a hand on his forehead.
Relena looked at Heero, a confused expression spread across his features. Quickly, she whipped her head around to the front.
The lunch bell and the students exited the class, ready to gossip and eat. Relena however, had something else on her mind.
Heero walked after Trowa and grabbed his shoulder.
"What the?!" Trowa exclaimed, turning to face Heero.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"What's wrong is you! Why did you hit on Relena in class?" Heero demanded.
"Since when do you care?" Trowa asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I care because I want to ask her out," Heero said in a low voice.
"Holy shit! I knew it!" Trowa exclaimed loudly, eyes widening.
"Shut up..." he groaned. Duo stared at him from his locker, laughing softly. Wufei watched, a smile on his face. Quatre stood there, fuming for
some reason.
"Kisama Yuy! You can't like that onna!" Quatre said loudly, arms waving about.
"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore!" Heero said before turning to leave.
"Hey, ask her out before I do!" Trowa yelled after him. Heero had known for a while that Trowa's intentions for this school year was to take out
the virgin girls at their school. He had a notoriety for being a Casanova and liked to swing...both ways.
Trowa and Quatre looked at each other, bursting out in laughter.
"I hope you're happy. Try being sensitive to his feelings," Wufei said as he placed a hand on each boy's shoulders.
"Oh come on 'Fei. Don't get give me that crap! It's fucking funny! Who knew that Yuy would 'fess up?" Trowa said.
"I still think that it was cruel to tease him. He may be very sensitive," Wufei said before walking away.
"What the hell is his problem?" Trowa asked, earning a shrug from Quatre. Duo had left long before, not wanting a part of the discussion.
Class bell rang and Heero ran into Relena. Her books fell before her, as did his.
"Oh I'm sorry, are you okay?" Heero asked, picking her books up.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?" she asked, a look of pure concern on her face. Relena knew that there was something weird about him, considering
the whole week of weird feelings, an unexpected detention and that uncomfortable walk home.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he asked, pulling her with him into the classroom.
"I don't, never mind," she answered sheepishly.
They sat down, waiting for their teacher to return their tests.
"Class, I'm disappointed. There were only three students who managed to score well. The class average is 65%. But, it obviously would have
been better if most of you could have done as well as Mr. Yuy, Miss Peacecraft and Mr. Maxwell," Mr. Grant said, passing the marked tests back.
Relena blushed. She didn't expect to do so well on that test, and there it was, sitting in front of her.
'Wow...94 out of 100...I must be reading this wrong,' Relena thought, feeling Heero's eyes on her.
He looked at his own paper, not surprised he did well. Calculus was easy for him. 98 out of 100 was exceptional, but he didn't seem to jump for
joy. His eyes shifted, seeing in red marker that Relena did well. Now he would have more to talk about after school.
"Class, you know the drill. Corrections and I want them handed in by the end of class. You make work with a partner, but I assure you that if
you so much as copy their work, it will only affect you later," Grant said as he sat at his desk.
"Do you want to work together?" Relena asked Heero.
He turned to face her.
"Sure, I, yeah, that would be great, uh cool," he managed to say, completely embarrassed. She did this to him, made him vulnerable and
awkward. He hated it, yet it felt exhilarating because nobody made him feel scrutinized. He felt as though he was under inspection, under
Relena's blue eyes.
They pulled their chairs closer together and sat in silence.
"Um, let's see what you did wrong," Heero said as he took her paper.
He looked the paper, noting her elegant, yet simple style of writing.
"Number seven. You didn't calculate the last part properly. Other than that you did fine," Heero said.
"Oh, that was a stupid mistake," Relena said, pulling out a sheet of paper.
"No, mistakes can happen. I lost two marks on number twenty because I forgot to explain my answer in full sentences. Anyways, it's hard to
believe every question was out of four, don't you think?" he asked, trying to make polite conversation. She nodded, fixing her work.
"Well I finished that one, I don't think you'll need me to help you with your corrections," she said, smiling. He smiled back, part of him wanting
to murder Mind for taking over his motor skills as well.
"Haha, made ya smile," Mind said. Heero ignored him and tried his best to look normal. He didn't want any more people to think he was
completely insane.
"Um, yeah. I'm done my corrections, want me to hand yours in as well?" he asked, standing up. She handed him her paper and gave them to
Mr. Grant.
The rest of class seemed to drag on as Heero kept wishing for the clock to suddenly change from 2:30 to 3:10. He felt Relena's leg brush against
his as Grant asked the partners to stay seated until the end of class. His nerve ends were on fire, the mere brush of her leg sending tiny shivers
up his spine. Did she feel it too?
Relena took notes, stopping after Grant got a telephone call. She shifted in her chair, almost yelping when her leg brushed Heero's. It felt so
weird, like they weren't meant to be near each other. She constantly felt tense near him, like she would do something stupid or embarrassing in
front of him. With a sharp intake of breath, she shifted her chair slightly, hoping he wouldn't think she was trying to get away from him.
Grant left the room hurriedly and left a student in charge. The rest of the students began to chat and make jokes, leaving Heero and Relena the
only quiet ones in the classroom. She looked at him and smiled softly. She searched for something to say.
Heero returned the smile, but something in the back of his mind kept bothering him.
"Haha, see what I can do to you?" Mind said happily, referring to the incident of them merely brushing legs.
"Stop it. Don't make me out to be a perv okay? Just, be quiet and I'll let you observe when we have coffee," Heero promised.
"Ah don't think I won't observe anything anyways. I'm you, you're me, remember?" Mind said.
"Don't remind me," Heero answered as he ignored the rest of Mind's comments.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Relena walk off and out of the room. Turning around, he came face to face with Quatre.
"Shit, Quatre, when did you come here? I thought you were in mechanics," Heero said.
"I was. Left for a washroom break. What the hell was that? I saw it from outside. Since when did you get soft with women? They're poison I
tell you," he said.
"Ah quit it with your justice and onna rants. Women are women. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were kind of gay," Heero drawled, earning
a glare from the blonde.
"Hey, just because I think women are the root of all evil does not indicate that I'm gay, despite what people say," Quatre began to ramble. Heero
already knew that Trowa was interested in him since day one, not only because Quatre was said to be gay, but because Trowa was a bisexual
who almost humped anything on two legs.
"Stop blushing and trying to be a hard-ass at the same time. You and I know that Trowa's bi. It's okay if you like him, just don't tell me what to
do," Heero said softly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but what I'm telling you to do is for your own good. Stay away from her because she's not like us.
She's different," Quatre said as he walked away.
Time passed much quicker and before he knew it, Heero saw Relena enter the classroom once more, this time with a boy he had never seen in
his life. Their arms linked and she was laughing ... AND blushing!
She sat back down, only with the unnamed boy's help. She turned to him and smiled.
"Heero, I'd like you to meet Victor Almeida. I've known him since I was six years old and we've been best friends for like ever!" she said
excitedly. Heero inwardly cringed. When she was happy, she almost sounded like a Valley Girl.
Victor extended his hand, only to find that Heero wouldn't even look at him.
"Uh, I'm Victor, nice to meet you," he said, quite uncomfortable in the situation Relena threw him into.
Heero grunted an acknowledgment, earning a questioning look from Relena.
"Excuse us for a moment," Relena said to Victor as she grabbed Heero from the chair and towed him outside with her.
"What the hell was that for?" Heero asked her, prying her fingers off his arm.
"I should ask you the same thing! Victor was being courteous and you just acted as though he was non-existant," Relena said, crossing her arms
over her chest.
'He doesn't exist,' Heero thought as he looked at her.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.
"Nothing. I don't know him, and frankly, I don't want to either," he said, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
"Fine, have it your way then. I won't be accompanying you for coffee after school, just to let you know," she said as she walked back into the
classroom, leaving Heero to bang his head against the wall.
"You IDIOT!" Mind yelled at Heero.
"ME?!? You must have made me say that crap to her!" Heero retorted.
"I didn't do anything. I was just watching and all of a sudden this dribble comes from your mouth, COMPLETELY turning Miss Thing off! Smart
move Yuy," Mind said.
"ARGH" Heero said as he stalked back into the classroom, grabbed his books and bag and left. He was too mad at everything and needed to cool off.
At his locker, he gathered the rest of his homework and left school. Taking his umbrella out, he walked fast, determined to reach the
coffeehouse, regardless if Relena was coming later or not. He grumbled to himself as he crossed the street and finally reached the coffeehouse,
not aware someone was following him.
Sitting down, a waitress he knew came over.
"Heero, the usual?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah, thanks," he said.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" she asked.
"I should ask you the same," he said plainly.
"Hey, my reasons are legit. Besides, I'm older than you and I decided to take a year off before going to Atmos U," she said returning with his latté.
"Whatever Morgan. Excuses," he said before taking a sip.
"Hey, don't give me that. I'll tell your mom you skipped," she said.
"So? Big deal?" he answered.
"Eh, you're no fun," she said sticking her tongue out.
"And neither are you," he retorted, laughing at her angered expression.
"I thought I'd find you here," Trowa said from behind Heero.
"What are you doing here Barton?" Heero asked, not turning to face him.
"Came to talk to you, why else?" he asked, sitting in front of Heero.
"I don't know. What do want?"
"Look, you want Relena?" Trowa asked, leaning forwards.
"What the hell?" Heero exclaimed.
"Yes or no?" Trowa pressed.
"Yes, what does it matter?" Heero asked, annoyed.
"I'll help you. That Victor guy looks odd to me. I think he might make a play for her," Trowa stated.
"Is that all?" Heero asked.
"Yes,"
"Do I have to pay you?" Heero added, stirring another sugar packet into his coffee.
"Nope," Trowa said.
"That means I owe you later on, doesn't it?" Heero asked.
"Maybe. Well...yes. Help me in calc?" Trowa asked, hopeful.
"You kidding me? That's all I'd have to do? How could you possibly get me any closer than ten feet within Relena's radius?" Heero asked.
"No joke. I need help in calculus. Don't want to fail, you know. And don't ever underestimate my abilities. I'll have her wet and wanting you,"
Trowa said slyly.
"Shut up. Don't make her out to be slut. I wouldn't underestimate your abilities per say, but then I haven't seen them to their full extent," Heero
said.
"Sorry. If you want me to show you, I'll do it. Name your subject, I'll try my darndest," Trowa added sarcastically.
"Victor," Heero said plainly.
Trowa looked like he was about to fall over.
"What the fuck?! Him?!?! NO!" he protested.
"You'll do it, or no bet. You'll fail calculus this year Barton," Heero said, quite amused with himself.
"For the love of...fine...but I don't know if it'll work. He's straight," Trowa said.
"And you're not. Make it work."
Trowa groaned.
"Fine." he said.
"Hey, don't you have a detention to get to? You have less than ten minutes to get back to school before the last bell rings," Heero said, looking
at his watch.
"Shit...I do. Tomorrow, we'll work out the minor details okay?" Trowa said as he ran out of the café and at full speed towards the highschool.
Heero smirked into his mug, finishing the last sip of his coffee. Opening his bag, he took out his binder and a pencil and set to work.
Trowa made it on time, his face pink from the exertion. Miss Mitchell laughed.
"Well, well Mr. Barton. I didn't think you were that excited to get to detention. If you'd like, I could arrange for this to be permanent," she said,
motioning him to sit.
"C-could I get a drink of water first, PLEASE?" he asked.
"Very well, but come back immediately. No dilly-dallying young man," she said.
"Thank you," he said as he slowly walked to the water fountain. Since when was Trowa Barton reduced to the average Joe?
Relena giggled as Victor pulled her along. She looked back at Trowa, an almost vengeful look on her delicate features. He licked his lips
seductively, causing her cheeks to pinken and her walking to speed up. He knew his way with the women.
Heero finished his english homework and stood to leave when Relena and Victor walked into the café. Making split-second eye contact with her,
he lowered his head, left the money for his bill on the table, and left.
"Trowa you ass, you better make this work," Heero said under his breath as he made his way home. He would find out tomorrow if what Trowa
said would work. He wondered what his odds of getting back into Relena's good books were. Right now, they were next to nil.
* anyone familiar with that poem Desert Places by Frost??? I kind of remembered it now.
A.N. - Funny? Too long? Haha, I don't know. Interesting twist eh? Sorry if I've offended anyone so far. But if you don't like this fic, don't flame
me for that. I think it's pretty clear what this entails. If it says some chara is bi, then there's gotta be yaoi somewhere in here. Anyways, I
suppose I keep churning out crap because I guess this is the only way to deal with writer's block. So, please review! This is going to get even
more fun later on!