Part three

Part three! Sorry this took so long!!! Hilde fans will not be happy...

Don't own Gundam Wing...

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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.

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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.

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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