DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam Wing, and even if I said I did (which I didn't) there's no point in suing me coz I don't have any money anyway. Besides, I plan to spend any money I ever get on the essential things in life like a Wing Zero action figure, Gundam Wing Operation 1 CD, and maybe a life-size Heero Yuy poster - not that I've ever seen one... Oh well!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyway please R&R (that's Read and Review) and hopefully enjoy! By the way, if you don't like it don't flame coz I'll just ignore you anyway.Oh yeah, the characters might be slightly OOC (that's Out Of Character for anyone who doesn't already know).
Chapter 1
"Aaaagh!"
Heero Yuy looked up as he heard the sound. He stopped typing, went to the door of the I.T classroom and poked his head out of the door.
"Duo, wait!" yelled a voice.
Duo was running down the hall yelling while Quatre was chasing after him, yelling at him to stop. The tip of Duo's braid was on fire.
"Someone help me!!"
Heero grabbed a fire extinguisher from inside the classroom, aimed it at Duo and pulled the trigger. (* Is that the right word to use? I couldn't decide*)
Quatre reached Heero's side just as he set the extinguisher down. The hallway was full of foam. Then Duo emerged from it, soaking wet, and with a sour expression on his face.
Trowa came down the hall, with a smirk on his face. "Did you save your hair?"
Duo who was now wringing out his sopping braid gave Trowa a glare.
Quatre lifted Duo's hair to get a closer look at the tip. "It's not that bad Duo," he said comfortingly. "You only lost about an inch."
"WHAT?!"
"Duo? Are you okay?" Quatre said as he kneeled over the Deathscythe pilot. He looked up at Trowa and Heero. "He's out cold."
Heero looked at Duo, who was face down on the floor. "Let's get him to the nurse's office," he said, pulling Duo up with Trowa's help.
The two pilots made their way to the nurse's room half carrying and half dragging the unconscious Duo with them, and with Quatre following close behind.
* * *
Wufei grinned as Duo sat down next to him at the lunch table. "Hey Duo. You look different. What happened? No wait, let me guess - you got a hair cut right?"
Trowa laughed. Quatre smiled and Heero just smirked. Duo glared at Trowa and Quatre - the two quickly got their expressions under control. Duo glared at Heero, who gave him his patented 'deathglare'. Duo looked the other way.
"Well Maxwell? Aren't you going to say anything?" Wufei asked, the grin still plastered on his face.
"Shut up you justice freak."
"Hey, don't tell me to shut up! I'm not the one who set fire to my hair!"
"Guys, do you have to argue over every little thing?" Quatre said with a sigh.
"My hair is not 'every little thing', it just so happens that it's important to me. Do you have any idea how long I've been growing my hair? It's never ever been cut, not even once. So do you really think tha -."
Heero suddenly broke into the conversation. "How did you burn your hair anyway?" he asked curiously.
Duo sighed. "I was in the Home Ec room. I turned around too fast and my hair whipped across the stove."
Trowa looked at Wufei. "You should have seen him. He was running down the halls wailing like a banshee."
"That's not surprising. It is Duo after all," Wufei said matter-of-factly.
"Fine, everyone have a laugh at my expense. It doesn't matter to me. When you've destroyed all my confidence and I'm in therapy I'll send you guys the bills."
"Are you finished ranting?" asked Heero.
"Yeah."
"Good, because it's time to go," Heero said as he stood up.
"But I'm still eating!"
'RING!!'
"Too bad Duo, there's the bell," Trowa said. "Maybe you should spend more time eating and less time arguing with Wufei."
Wufei laughed.
"You too Wufei," Trowa added.
Wufei stopped laughing. "Injustice..." he began muttering under his breath.
Quatre stood up. "You coming Trowa?"
"Yeah, sure."
"We'll meet you outside the music room after fifth period, okay guys?"
"See you later Quatre, Trowa." Heero stood up. "Come on braid boy, we're going to be late."
"Coming," Duo said around a mouthful of sandwich.
The four left Wufei at the table, still spouting about justice, or in this case, injustice.
"Justice is the core of everything that's worthwhile in the world. Without justice there is only injustice, and injustice is the root of all evil. It -. " He suddenly seemed to notice that he'd been left alone. "INJUSTICE!!!!"
***
Quatre stopped playing his violin and looked at Trowa, who had also stopped and was standing with his flute in one hand.
"Did you hear that?"
"Don't worry Quatre, it was probably just the wind."
"I must be under a lot of stress - that or I've been spending too much time with Wufei. I could've sworn I heard someone shout 'injustice'."
Elsewhere, an enraged teenage Chinese boy was yelling. "Nataku! We must destroy all of the injustice in the world, before it takes over the Earth and the colonies!"
"WUFEI CHANG! It's not playtime now, lunch is over so get to your lesson immediately!"
"Injustice..."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyway please R&R (that's Read and Review) and hopefully enjoy! By the way, if you don't like it don't flame coz I'll just ignore you anyway.Oh yeah, the characters might be slightly OOC (that's Out Of Character for anyone who doesn't already know).
Chapter 1
"Aaaagh!"
Heero Yuy looked up as he heard the sound. He stopped typing, went to the door of the I.T classroom and poked his head out of the door.
"Duo, wait!" yelled a voice.
Duo was running down the hall yelling while Quatre was chasing after him, yelling at him to stop. The tip of Duo's braid was on fire.
"Someone help me!!"
Heero grabbed a fire extinguisher from inside the classroom, aimed it at Duo and pulled the trigger. (* Is that the right word to use? I couldn't decide*)
Quatre reached Heero's side just as he set the extinguisher down. The hallway was full of foam. Then Duo emerged from it, soaking wet, and with a sour expression on his face.
Trowa came down the hall, with a smirk on his face. "Did you save your hair?"
Duo who was now wringing out his sopping braid gave Trowa a glare.
Quatre lifted Duo's hair to get a closer look at the tip. "It's not that bad Duo," he said comfortingly. "You only lost about an inch."
"WHAT?!"
"Duo? Are you okay?" Quatre said as he kneeled over the Deathscythe pilot. He looked up at Trowa and Heero. "He's out cold."
Heero looked at Duo, who was face down on the floor. "Let's get him to the nurse's office," he said, pulling Duo up with Trowa's help.
The two pilots made their way to the nurse's room half carrying and half dragging the unconscious Duo with them, and with Quatre following close behind.
* * *
Wufei grinned as Duo sat down next to him at the lunch table. "Hey Duo. You look different. What happened? No wait, let me guess - you got a hair cut right?"
Trowa laughed. Quatre smiled and Heero just smirked. Duo glared at Trowa and Quatre - the two quickly got their expressions under control. Duo glared at Heero, who gave him his patented 'deathglare'. Duo looked the other way.
"Well Maxwell? Aren't you going to say anything?" Wufei asked, the grin still plastered on his face.
"Shut up you justice freak."
"Hey, don't tell me to shut up! I'm not the one who set fire to my hair!"
"Guys, do you have to argue over every little thing?" Quatre said with a sigh.
"My hair is not 'every little thing', it just so happens that it's important to me. Do you have any idea how long I've been growing my hair? It's never ever been cut, not even once. So do you really think tha -."
Heero suddenly broke into the conversation. "How did you burn your hair anyway?" he asked curiously.
Duo sighed. "I was in the Home Ec room. I turned around too fast and my hair whipped across the stove."
Trowa looked at Wufei. "You should have seen him. He was running down the halls wailing like a banshee."
"That's not surprising. It is Duo after all," Wufei said matter-of-factly.
"Fine, everyone have a laugh at my expense. It doesn't matter to me. When you've destroyed all my confidence and I'm in therapy I'll send you guys the bills."
"Are you finished ranting?" asked Heero.
"Yeah."
"Good, because it's time to go," Heero said as he stood up.
"But I'm still eating!"
'RING!!'
"Too bad Duo, there's the bell," Trowa said. "Maybe you should spend more time eating and less time arguing with Wufei."
Wufei laughed.
"You too Wufei," Trowa added.
Wufei stopped laughing. "Injustice..." he began muttering under his breath.
Quatre stood up. "You coming Trowa?"
"Yeah, sure."
"We'll meet you outside the music room after fifth period, okay guys?"
"See you later Quatre, Trowa." Heero stood up. "Come on braid boy, we're going to be late."
"Coming," Duo said around a mouthful of sandwich.
The four left Wufei at the table, still spouting about justice, or in this case, injustice.
"Justice is the core of everything that's worthwhile in the world. Without justice there is only injustice, and injustice is the root of all evil. It -. " He suddenly seemed to notice that he'd been left alone. "INJUSTICE!!!!"
***
Quatre stopped playing his violin and looked at Trowa, who had also stopped and was standing with his flute in one hand.
"Did you hear that?"
"Don't worry Quatre, it was probably just the wind."
"I must be under a lot of stress - that or I've been spending too much time with Wufei. I could've sworn I heard someone shout 'injustice'."
Elsewhere, an enraged teenage Chinese boy was yelling. "Nataku! We must destroy all of the injustice in the world, before it takes over the Earth and the colonies!"
"WUFEI CHANG! It's not playtime now, lunch is over so get to your lesson immediately!"
"Injustice..."