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MORNING: SAFE HOUSE

Heero sighs when Duo enters the kitchen, "Why are you walking around in just your underwear and a t-shirt? You're making the rest of us wait."

Trowa looks up from his breakfast, takes one quick look at Duo, then returns to his now incredibly interesting cereal. Duo sucks in a breath, ready to combat Heero's comment, and Quatre rubs his temples and mutters, "Here we go..."

"I'm makin' us late? It's not my fault that Wu-man shut himself up in the only bathroom for the past half-hour! What the Hell is he doin' in there?"

Heero rolls his eyes, and gets up from his chair. As he walks out of the room, Heero says to no one in particular, "I'll persuade him to hurry it up."

Before Heero even reaches the stairs, a shriek from the bathroom causes him to pause. Heero merely glares up the stairs, then Quatre pushes him aside, "Of all things sacred in the world, what's his problem now?" Quatre storms up the stairs, and proceeds to bang on the bathroom door and yell at Wufei, "There better be something seriously wrong with you this time, because I'm sick of hearing your 'it's not wearing off yet' rant!"

Duo joins the slightly annoyed Heero at the base of the stairs. Duo places a firm hand on Heero's shoulder as Heero growls in Quatre's direction, "Man, don't. I'm pretty sure raggin' Quatre is the same as zero system Quatre."

"Hn," Heero relaxes slightly, "it's possible."

"Winner!" Wufei shouts back in rage from inside the bathroom, "You gave me your cursed feminine disease!" For a good solid minute, the only sound in the house was Wufei's seething, then...

Quatre bursts out laughing. A slam is heard when he falls against a closet door, clutching his sides in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Heero raises an eyebrow, and Duo snorts. Trowa's still in kitchen, but the tiniest hint of a chuckle escapes from the kitchen to Duo and Heero's ears. Duo lets out another snort, and Heero glares up the stairs again.

"Has anyone besides myself and Trowa read those research materials? Wufei, it's not a-"

Quatre, still laughing quite loudly, cuts Heero off, "Don't, don't tell him! It's so much better this way!"

The door to the bathroom flies open, and Wufei glares at Quatre, "Tell, me, what!"

Quatre calms himself, and looks up at Wufei. Wufei is crossing his arms over his uniform's shirt, and some toilet paper can be seen trailing down between his bare legs. Quatre bites his lip and snickers, but not at Wufei's half-dressed and toilet papered state. Quatre's gaze is directed at Wufei's head, because his hair is fixed in two low pigtails.

"What are you staring at?" Wufei inquires in his most threatening tone. Quatre points at Wufei's hair. In revelation, Wufei gasps, or growls, it's hard to tell, and yanks the ties out of his hair. "Y-you didn't see that!"

Duo shouts up the stairs, "See what?"

"None of your damned business, Maxwell!"

Quatre takes a few deep calming breaths and gets up off the floor, "Sorry. Um, do you, uh, want some, help?" Quatre casually points at the toilet paper hanging out from Wufei's underwear.

Wufei sighs in frustration and looks away, "If you don't mind..."

TWO HOURS LATER: ST. GABRIEL INSTITUTE

Duo pouts at Quatre and Wufei as the five are headed toward the pool, "You guys suck. I want a nurse's note to get out of swimmin' lessons, too!"

Wufei smirks, "What's a matter, Maxwell? Can't swim?"

"That's not it!" Duo protests, "It's... Well, it's..." Duo trails off as he begins to focus on the ground.

"Pathetic! You can't swim!"

Duo punches Wufei's shoulder, "I said, that's not it!"

"It's the swimsuit," Heero answers for Duo, "At least the guy you kicked is still in the hospital..."

"Who was he anyway?" Quatre wonders.

"I dunno," Duo blows up at his bangs, "Some snooty jack ass with really short blonde hair that made him look even more snooty..."

Being in front of everyone, nobody can see the small grin appear on Heero's face, but as soon as it appeared, it was gone. When Heero opens the locker room's door, he catches a towel being thrown toward his face, "Dorothy," Heero acknowledges the one who threw the towel at him.

"Heero Yuy," Dorothy mockingly responds as she waves her hand to show that the locker room is empty save for the five boys and herself, "I took the liberty of getting everyone to change and arrive at the pool early, so you boys have the room all to yourselves."

Duo groans, "You didn't have to..."

Dorothy grins at Duo, "Oh come now, Duo Maxwell. Don't tell me you'd be lewd enough for me to make use of Hilde Schbeiker's email address..."

Duo's eyebrow's fly up in shock, and he gasps, "Where did you get that?"

"Miss Relena got it from her when she visited her in the hospital after the war, and I got it from Miss Relena." Dorothy simply answers.

Quatre clicks his tongue, "Miss Relena or Miss Relena's mobile phone?"

Dorothy smiles, "That doesn't matter." Dorothy giggles as she exits the locker room.

While Wufei and Quatre wait on the bench, Heero, Duo, and Trowa change into modest one piece swimsuits. As expected, Heero and Trowa emerge after only a few seconds, but Duo doesn't seem to be coming out any time soon. Heero's eyebrow twitches slightly, "Duo get dressed, now."

"No."

Heero gives Duo the 'Yuy patented glare of death' from outside the stall door, "That was not a request, Duo. If you do not participate, it will look suspicious."

"I'm not doin' it, Heero. Just tell the swim instructor that my parents died a horrible death at sea. I've had dudes starin' and hittin' on me since we got to this school, and I'm not giving them more fuel for their sick fantasies."

Quatre sighs, "I knew you'd stop bragging about it in less than two days..."

"It could be worse," Trowa points out, "It could be a bikini."

"Stop being a child. It's a very modest private school one piece swimsuit. Put. It. On." Heero opens the stall, grabs the swimsuit from the bench, and shoves it into Duo's face.

Duo groans, but snatches the swimwear from Heero's hand and closes the door to the stall. The others sit on the bench and wait. The door to the locker room opens, and Relena steps in. "The teacher asked me to check on you. Are you guys all right?"

"We had to take time to persuade Duo to put on the swimsuit." Heero responds plainly.

Relena walks over to the stall, "Do you need help with it, Duo?"

"Damn! Is it supposed to be tight? Modest my ass!"

Relena cautiously peers into the stall, "Hmm, it seems to fit fine. Actually, I'm a little jealous." Relena giggles.

"Yeah, it's a good thing these guys are such tight asses, I don't need them leerin' too..." Duo steps out of the changing room. Simultaneously, the other four take their attention elsewhere. Duo puts his hands on his hips, "Oh, come on!"

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I'm still working on the terrorist character, but I hope to start some of that in Chapter Five. ^_^ Thanks again for reading!