Gyakute
By: Falcon Darkstar
Author's Notes: Well, I'm sorry that it took so long for me to get this chapter out. I've had a lot
of things going on lately, and they've been taking up my time. I hope that will change soon, so I
can get back to writing. Thanks for all the reviews, we really appreciate it. Here's chapter four.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I sure as hell wish I did though. Do you have any idea how much
fun I could have with them? ^-^; Onward to the chapter.
Pride and Punishment
Heero actually sighed a sigh of relief. Without that annoying but cute American constantly at his side, he might just be able to relax. He glanced at his schedule and glanced around the hall to find his next class, multimedia.
After losing his way about three times, Heero finally reached his goal. As he opened the door, a boy with black hair pushed him into the door and onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going next time!" the boy screamed.
"Baka . . . " Heero muttered as he got up and went to a desk in the corner.
The sound of the bell brought only more irritation to Heero. A short man in his forties walked into the room, and ordered everyone to stand up.
"I need you all to go to the back of the room, so I can seat you alphabetically," the man explained. As the man called out names, Heero noticed that the black hair boy was sneering at him. Heero was jarred from his observation when the teacher spoke. "Jarred Yates. Then, finally, Heero Yuy."
As Heero went to his desk, he noticed that Jarred Yates was the boy who was sneering at him. Also, he was the person who would be sitting next to Heero for the rest of the semester. Heero was jolted out of his thoughts when the teacher spoke.
"Attention . . . can I have your attention please!?" the teacher practically squealed. "I'm your Multimedia teacher, Mr. Valmont. I expect complete courtesy and respect from each and every one of you. You're embarking . . . " Heero knew where this was going, and concentrated on other, more important things.
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Quatre walked into the orchestra room shaking his head and snickering. He had the chance to look over Duo's shoulder in the last period while they were writing a letter to the teacher; Duo's would certainly provoke an interesting reaction. As he walked further into the room, he noticed a faint noise coming from one of the practice rooms. As he got closer to the room, he recognized the tone to be a flute . . . and judging by the skill of the player, it had to be Trowa. He slowly approached the room, as not to disturb the entranced player. Quatre leaned against the doorframe and listened as the last three beats of the somber tune faded from existence.
"How long have you been there, little one?" Trowa inquired as if to no one. The way he did that always bewildered Quatre.
"Just for a little while; I didn't expect anybody to be here this early," he Quatre replied as he sat next to Trowa.
"The flute is a very peculiar instrument, much different from your violin," Trowa said absent-mindedly. "You have to manipulate string to produce the sound that you want. The flute; however, relies on the moist, supple lips of the musician; along with the skilled fingers that can easily run up and down the shaft of the instrument." As Trowa said these words, he turned to Quatre with a seductive look in his eyes. "You can easily see how they differ, right?"
"Ye-yes, it's quite apparent. Maybe you can teach me how to properly play it sometime?" Quatre responded with a look that matched Trowa's. Quatre leaned in, and gave Trowa a quick kiss then walked into the main room to start class. It always amazed him how Trowa could manipulate anything into something purely sexual. At first, it took him aback; but now . . . he was getting used to it and had a couple of tricks up his own sleeve.
When Quatre walked into the room, he saw that most of the other students were already seated. He glanced at the chalk board at the front of the room, and saw a note saying that you everybody was supposed to sit in the chair order that they left school last year. All the new coming students were to sit in the back. Quatre hurriedly made his way to the back of the room and grabbed an open seat. He turned his attention to the rest of the kids that were walking in the room; all with instrument cases of many shapes and sizes. One thing worried him though... he didn't see anybody with something similar to a violin case. His thoughts were broken when he felt a hand on his thigh. While barely restraining the yelp that was fighting to break free, he turned to the person that was touching him with a glare.
"Do you mind if I sit here, little one?" Trowa asked with a look that made Quatre's glare, as well as his heart melt.
"Of course you can, Trowa," he replied, patting the vacant chair next to his. Just as Trowa sat down, a tall, thin man in his mid-thirties walked in the room. You could tell by his walk that he demanded respect and attention. He stepped onto the conductor's podium and faced the class.
"Welcome to Orchestra. My name is Dr. Mitzuke, I will be your instructor for the rest of your high school career. In that time, I will take your musical abilities to heights that you've never imagined. I ask you for nothing but your respect; and most importantly, your personal best. I would also like to welcome back all of the returning students, as well as the students that are just coming to this school. I hope that you enjoy your time here, and learn a lot. If I could have all the new students come to the front of the room so I can divide you up?" It was phrased as a question, but Quatre, along with every other student in the room could tell that it was a command. He abruptly stood from his seat, along with Trowa, and moved to the front of the room. One by one, all of the students were put into separate groups, but Quatre was left alone.
"Um...sir?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes..."
"Quatre."
"Yes, Quatre, what is it?" he replied.
"Am I the only violinist in the orchestra?"
"Other than me, it appears to be that way," Mr. Mitzuke responded. "I'll see what I can do about that though. I'm sure you're competent enough to play by yourself for a little while."
"Um...sure."
"Good! If that's all the questions, we can begin with some introductions." Quatre sighed, and listened to the class begin to introduce one another.
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'If this woman does not stop droning on about absolutely nothing, I'm going to go insane. Is that possible though, going insane? I mean, I date Duo Maxwell! I cannot possibly be any more insane! But, I love it though. GAH! Shut up woman! You're an injustice! You're an injustice to all injustices!' Wufei screamed in his head as the short woman at the front of the room ranted on about that complexities of the English language in a nasal tone that would drive anybody up the wall. They had been in third period for about twenty minutes (which seemed MUCH longer), and he was already wanting to kill this woman. She was showing no signs of stopping anytime in the near future, so Wufei turned his attentions to the hyperactive boy sitting next to him...ogling him at that.
"Duo, what are you staring at?" Wufei seethed.
"You're so cute when you're annoyed, Fei," Duo countered with a smile.
"I must be cute all the time then!" he whispered harshly.
"Why's that?"
"... never mind."
Just then a voice came on the intercom, "Duo Maxwell, please report to the headmaster's
office at once." With that, Duo rose from his seat, walked to the door, winked at Wufei, and left
for the office. 'Gods, I wonder what he got himself into this time...'
Author's Note: I just wanted to let everybody know that we will not be posting a period a
chapter after we get through the first day. We just want to get everybody acquainted with the
teachers, and all that good shi...stuff. ^_^;; Hope you liked it. Ja ne.
Falcon Darkstar
