Part three! Sorry this took so long!!! Hilde fans will not be happy...
Don't own Gundam Wing...
~*~
The dark-haired boy nodded and sat down in the chair
the purple-haired woman had indicated to, patiently waiting for her to start
the lesson.
After what seemed like forever, the cheerful woman
walked to the front of the class. She
smiled at the class and told them to pull out their math books, turn to page
319, and do the work.
Trowa stared at the Japanese youth work: back
straight, head down, both feet firmly planted on the floor, and one hand flat
on the desk. His other hand was swiftly
writing down the answers, without pause or hesitation. The banged man glanced at the meticulous
script: it was neat and methodical, no errors and no personality.
Suddenly aware of someone watching him, the
green-eyed teen raised his head and looked into a set of cold blue orbs. Never had he felt more helpless than he did
now, feeling as if Heero was reading his soul, seeing and feeling everything he
had seen and felt himself. Truthfully,
Trowa had never been so scared of himself or his feelings. Clearing his throat nervously, he went back
to his own work, knowing that the Asian boy was still staring at him.
The bell rang unexpectedly, startling both the
boys. With a quick scan across the
room, the Latin teen realized everyone had already filed out of the room,
(except for Ms. Noin, of course) a few still sending curious glances toward the
new student. Heero ignored all the
looks and concentrated his intense gaze at the Trowa once again, reading the
taller boy's soul, along with all his innermost thoughts and emotions. "Stop it," the green-eyed boy hissed, the
statement coming out with more hatred than he had originally intended.
The Japanese teen made no reply, no indication of
what he thought, but looked away while the banged boy glared green bullets at
him. Trowa grabbed his bag and left the
classroom, pushing past the shorter boy. As the made their way out into the hallway, Heero immediately noticed
the invincible barriers: Asians on the right and non-Asians on the left. "Hey Trowa," came a shout from the left,
"who's your friend?" The Latin teen
shrugged his slim shoulders and continued walking towards his locker, ignoring
the blue-eyed boy's stare.
"Look," the tall teen demanded, still facing the
inside of the locker, "you don't need to hang around me. Go find someone else to follow, okay?" He
slammed the metal door shut, and turned around with more fiery words on his
tongue, only to discover that the shorthaired teen had already
disappeared.
Dismissing the other's boy's absence, the green-eyed
boy strolled to his next class: AP Science [1] with Doctor J. As he neared the door of the classroom, he
heard the teacher talking softly with someone. Trowa peeked his head into the room and glanced around. What he saw amazed him: Heero was in the
front of the class, doing one of the most complex equations that you would find
triple starred in the back of the book with ease. "So, young man, what's the answer?" Doctor J asked, his lips already curled in a small smile.
The Asian boy remained silent for a moment; he wrote
a few more things on the board and finally answered, his voice monotonous: "The
end moves .25cm away from the equilibrium position, first above it, then below
it; therefore, the amplitude Ym is .25cm. The entire motion is repeated 120 times each second so that the
frequency is 120 vibrations per second, or 120Hz. The wave speed is given by v= the Sq. Root of F/u. But F = 90n and u = .25kg/m, so that:
V = the Sq. Rt. Of 90N/.25kg/m = 19ms. The wave length is given by ^= v/V so that ^ = 19m/s/ over 120
vib/s =16cm." [2]
The graying teacher nodded and let his smile grow
wider. "Very good Heero," he murmured,
"where did you learn about that?" The
soft clank of the pen hitting the rim of the board made the doctor's smile fade
slightly. Heero turned around to face
the wrinkled man. He shrugged and tried
to keep the stoic mask in place, but was failing to do so. "I...I just learned," he stammered, knowing
he wouldn't be able to keep his front.
Doctor J nodded and quirked an eyebrow. "If you say so, young man, but I don't see
the reason behind your need for secrecy."
Unnoticed, Trowa slipped back into the hallway,
thinking about why Doctor J had said what he had said, and why Heero was acting
the way he was. 'What the hell is going on with that guy?' the
Latin thought to himself, shaking his head. A tap on the shoulder caused him to turn around and he soon found
himself lost in a sea of teal. Quatre
waved his small hand in front of the taller boy and woke him up from his daze.
"Sorry about that, Quatre," the green-eyed boy
apologized, giving the blonde a soft grin. The Arabian felt his heart start to pound as the brown-haired boy's
features lit up in a smile. "No prob,"
the smaller boy replied and shifted the bag on his shoulder.
"Anyway, what was going on between you and that Viet
this morning?" Quatre gave a small
shrug and simply said, "He started to fuck with me when I was going to class so
I let him know I wasn't going to put up with his shit." Trowa smirked and leaned his tall frame
against the wall, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"So did you do your homework?" the Latin asked,
switching the subject. The small blonde
shook his head in dismay. "Nah, that AP
shit is too hard. I've already talked
to Kushrenada and J; I'm switching to regular physics in 2 weeks." Trowa nodded in response, but said
nothing. Hesitantly, he reached out and
brushed a few stray locks of hair out of Quatre's aquamarine eyes. The pale blonde felt his heart start to
pound and a blush appear on his dainty features as Trowa's hand cupped the
bright-eyed teen's face.
"Sorry about that," the green-eyed boy said suddenly,
hastily withdrawing his warm hand. The
Arabian shook his head and smiled. "We
gotta get to class anyway; the bell's about to ring," he said, though a note of
disappointment rang in his voice. The
brunette nodded and followed Quatre into the classroom.
Once inside, the two boys went to their assigned
seats and began diligently working on the physics equations Doctor J had
instructed the class to do. The banged
boy, however, found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the task at
hand; then he realized why: Heero had completely disappeared. Unsure of his interest in the Asian teen,
Trowa, nevertheless, searched the entire room. Picking up no sign of the new student, the green-eyed boy once again
scanned the large class.
"If you're looking for Heero," a voice from behind
the tall boy whispered, "Doctor J talked to Wufei and asked him to show Heero
around." The Latin teen nodded
slightly, but didn't turn around; he didn't have to, he already knew the voice
belonged to Hilde Schbeiker.
Hilde was a dainty girl, small and petite. Her purple hair was usually combed back with
her bangs peeking out from under the brim of her cap, revealing her dark
eyes. She was always smiling, but under
her happy grin there was a threatening impression. Physically there wasn't much she could do, but she had other ways
of getting what she wanted. Simply
put, Hilde was a bitch.
~*~
Outside, Wufei leaned against a wall, his arms
crossed over his chest. His dark eyes
were closed and he was silent as Heero wandered down the hallway, looking at
all the trophies in the display cases. But when the Japanese boy's quiet footsteps faded away, the Chinese boy
felt himself grow nervous. His black
orbs peeked open and the teen let out a loud squeak: Heero was standing right
in front of him, not moving or making a sound. "Oi," Wufei muttered to himself, "it's just you..."
"What's with this place?" came the blue-eyed boy's
gruff question. The black-haired boy
tilted his head to the side, unsure of what the other boy meant. He voiced his confusion and the brunette boy
rolled his eyes. Heero paused for a
moment, hesitant to say anything else. He looked away for a moment then suddenly grabbed Wufei by his shirt and
slammed him against the wall.
"What the hell are you doing?!" the raven-eyed boy
snapped. "What's your fucking
problem?!"
The Japanese teen ignored the white clad teen and
spoke, his voice calm, "What's with this place? Why is everyone out to kill each other?" Understanding dawned in
the black-haired boy's eyes. He shook
his head.
"The hell if I know," Wufei
hissed softly. "All I can tell you is
this: It's us against them, Asian's against non-Asians. My brother, Jiao, got the living shit kicked
out of him, and you know who did it? Duo Maxwell, an American, beat him. You know where Jiao is now? He's
in the hospital, and he might be paralyzed for life."
The blue-eyed boy didn't
loosen his hold. "Why?" Heero
asked. Wufei looked away, but didn't
answer. Suddenly, a noise from the
staircase made them both look to the left.
~*~
TBC?!?!?
[1]: Ap Physics means
Advanced Placement Physics; also Physics is the highest level of science you
can go to in HighSchool
[2]: This is an actual
Physics answer…J
