Shinju: Spring Break is over and I'm gonna be back in Hell tomorrow...
Kyuki::rolls eyes:: Hell?
Shinju: Also known as High School.
Kyuki: Ah... so... are we gonna start this fic or not? The readers are getting bored...::points to the audience who look bored::
Shinju: . Aye... okay, lets start it. Disclaimer time.
The Disclaimer!
Shinju Meg Uchuno doesn't own the Gundam Wing characters, thank the Gods. She also doesn't own any musical bands or artists featured in this fic. If she did, then the whole world would cower in terror... instead of just the fanfiction world...
Shinju::slaps Kyuki upside the head::
Kyuki: Itai! T.T
Shinju: Souzou, no baka...
Kyuki: Why are you mad at me?!
Shinju: That was an injustice! You and your disclaimers! Do you get some kinda sick joy out of doing them like that?!
Kyuki: Of course I do.
Shinju: O.o? Anou... anyway, this fic is AU, which means it will also be OOC for some characters. I'm making the G-boys into a boyband. This is what happens when you listen to the O-Town song 'Liquid Dreams' a few hundred times in one day.
Kyuki::sigh:: Just start the fic!
Shinju: Don't get your knickers in a twist!
Kyuki: Knickers?
Shinju::sighs and puts her head in her hands::
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Luck and Fame
Chapter One: Duo's Bright Idea.
The sun started to peek into the room of a teenage boy. The room was amazingly clean for a teenager's, especially a boys. Posters of bands like Nirvana and Metallica were on the walls, as were pencil drawn pictures of mechs also known as mobile suits. The boy laid on the bed, sleeping in a pair of flannel pants and no shirt.
" Beep! Good morning, New Yorkers! Today is a wonderful day for some music, so get you ass outta bed and get dressed while we put on some Nirvana! " His clock radio shouted, bringing the boy to awakeness. He had Prussian blue eyes and messy dark brown hair. With a grunt he got out of bed and turned off the radio as it went into the guitar solo of the Nirvana song. He went into his bathroom and came out a few minutes later wearing a pair of black shorts, a green tank top and old yellow shoes. He went over to his desk, where scattered papers lay everywhere and his laptop lay closed, and grabbed his
notebooks. Stuffing them into his dark blue backpack, he walked out of the room.
" Morning Heero. " His father said, reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. His mother laid a plate of toast in front of his seat.
" Breakfast, dear! " she said. Heero nodded and sat down, spreading butter on the toast. Heero Yuy was the son of two army generals who were stationed in New York City. They lived on the 11th floor of the Gundam Apartments and were a few blocks away from the main points of interest in the city. Unlike most army families, Heero never had to move to a new state because of his parents positions and had lived in the apartment complex all his life. As well as being the son of an army family, he was a very good mobile suit artist and drew mobile suits in the style of his ancestry, Japan. He was of Japanese decent and drew anime mechs in his free time. He had a whole website devoted to them. His friends adored them, and he had drawn several personalized mechs for each one of them. Heero was nice like that. He may of been a man of little words, but he had a big heart.
" Honey? It's 6:30. You should get going. " his mother informed him.
" All right. Bye Mom, bye Dad. " he said, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders and walking out the door. Every morning started like this. Even though his high school didn't open until 7:30, it was his job to get his four friends up and out to school. He walked into the elevator and pressed number 12, readying to wake up his friend who lived on that floor.
A boy with a long chestnut braid snored in his own bed. His room looked like a disaster area. The posters of Limp Bizket and Emimem were hung crookedly on the walls, and his clothes sat in piles everywhere. His homework sat on his desk, which had empty food containers on it. The sleeping boy wore a pair of black boxers, no shirt and a sliver cross around his neck. He turned over in bed, a happy grin plastered to face.
" Whoa... Sandra... need help unbuttoning that bra of yours? " he mumbled in his sleep. Poking out from under the boy's mattress were Victoria's Secret catalogs and a few Playboys. Heero shook his head at the mess.
What a hentai... He thought to himself as he wadded through the chaos to get to the sleeping boys side.
" Duo... wake up... school... remember? Big math test? " Heero said, shaking his shoulders. Duo scowled.
" No, Ma... just 5 more minutes... please? " he said sleepily. Heero narrowed his eyes and yanked hard on his braid.
" Itai! " Duo yelled, jumping out of bed. He pulled the braid out of Heero's hand. " Man! What'cha doing with the braid?! " he hissed. Heero shrugged.
" You mistook me for your mother. That's a good enough reason to pull it. Besides, it got you up. " Heero said in his usual monotone. Duo scowled.
" Shinigami doesn't like getting his hair pulled! He will reek revenge on you by taking you to Hell! " he shouted, pointing at Heero, who sweatdropped.
" Don't you mean 'seek' not 'reek'? "
" Probably... " Duo said with a shrug. Heero rolled his eyes.
" Get dressed, baka, or we'll be late. " Heero said and started to leave the messy room.
" If I only had Deathscythe with me, you'd be a dead man! " Duo proclaimed.
" I invented Deathscythe for you, baka! It isn't real! It's a drawing on the wall! Now, get dressed! " Heero yelled as he left the room. Duo crossed his arms.
" Shinigami thinks it's real... " he pouted and turned to get dressed.
Heero waited with Duo's parents as the lazy boy got dressed. His mother was a nun and his father was a priest. It amazed him sometimes how they had adopted
he kid. Duo Maxwell was a loud mouth, trouble making baka. He was just so different from his adoptive parents.
" How are you today, Heero? " Sister Helen asked him.
" Fine, thank you. " Heero answered. Father Maxwell grinned at Heero.
" Is Duo awake yet? I thought I heard his yelling. "
" Hai, Father. He's awake. " he said. Sister Helen and Father Maxwell owned a church down the street but didn't live in it. It was too small a church to have living quarters. They lived in the apartment ever since they adopted Duo. Speaking of the devil, or in this case Shinigami, Duo ran out of his room. He was fully dressed in a pair of black pants, a black shirt with a priest collar and black boots. He had his black backpack over his shoulders and looked ready for the day.
" Your running late, Duo. I wrapped up these poptarts for you. " Sister Helen said, giving the teen a napkin.
" Thanks, Ma! Gotta jet! Later! " The rather hyper boy exclaimed, grabbed Heero and pulled him out the door.
They stood in the elevator, Duo munching happily on the poptarts.
" So, how's it goin', Hee-chan? " Duo asked between mouthfuls. Heero sighed and fully regretted teaching the American teenager Japanese.
" Same as always..." Heero answered just as the elevator opened. Both walked out into the hallway and knocked on a door. Catherine Bloom answered it.
" Hey guys! Morning! " she said cheerfully as she let them in. Her step-brother,
Trowa Barton was sitting at the table eating breakfast, already up and dressed. He had brown hair with bangs that fell over one sparkling green eye. The other looked at Heero and Duo as they walked in. Trowa wore a dark blue turtle neck and a tight pair of light blue jeans. He nodded to them as they walked over.
" Waz up, Tro-chan! " Duo said hyperly. Trowa rolled his eye.
" I see your in an 'annoy-the-Hell-outta-your-friends-before-school-even starts'
mood today. " Trowa said dryly. Duo grinned as Heero just shook his head. " Well, I'm done here, so let me grab my backpack and I'll be back in a second. " he said and walked into his room. He returned a few minutes later with a
dark khaki backpack on. With a quick good-bye to his step-sister, the three-some left for the elevators.
It was a very quick trip to the 24 floor, where the penthouses were.
Rashid, the Winner's butler let them in.
" Hi guys! " a lively platinum blond boy said as she ran toward them.
Quatre Raberba Winner was the heir to a rich family and lived the high life in his
families penthouse. He had jewel-like blue eyes and wore a pink oxford shirt under a purple vest and a pair of khaki pants. He was all ready for school it seemed, because he had his red backpack already on his back.
" Yo! Quat-chan! " Duo said as a greeting. Trowa and Heero sweatdropped.
" Morning Duo. Well, lets go get going! " he said. Trowa and Heero nodded.
" Have a nice day at school, Master Quatre. " Rashid said as he let them out the door. It was already 7:15 as they reached the 15th floor. Their last friend was famous for his short temper and martial arts skills, so that's why they always got him last, so they could give him time to wake up and get ready. He wasn't a morning person. They were walking around as they heard yelling. Heero stopped them to listen to what was happening.
" Listen, woman- "
" It's Sally! Can't you even say that, you chauvinist! "
" Onna! Injustice! I did nothing to your newspaper and it is inhonorable to think
that I did! "
" Shut up with the justice crap! What the Hell did you do with my paper?! "
" Stop accusing me or I shall fight you in the name of Nataku! Hiya! "
The sounds of a brief struggle were heard and then the sound of a body hitting the ground, then a door slamming. Duo turned to the other's, his indigo eyes wide.
" Do ya think Sally finally killed Wu? " he asked, his voice unsure.
" Hn. " Heero grunted, and walked into the hallway. The other three followed
close behind. Chang Wufei lay in the middle of the corridor, his face a mask of pain. He had dark onyx colored eyes and raven black hair tied up in a tight ponytail at the base of his head. He wore a blue tank top and a pair of white pants. The Chinese teen was moaning in pain and holding himself. It seemed Sally had kicked him in a part of the male anatomy that was extremely painful. Duo started to laugh and point. Wufei tried to glare.
" What happened, Wufei?! " Quatre gasped, helping the Chinese boy up.
" That onna kicked me! " Wufei said angerly, his voice a tad high pitched. Duo grabbed his stomach as tears rolled down his face.
" Dude! That is the funniest thing that I have ever seen! " he managed to say
before collapsing onto the floor from laughter. Heero sent the braided boy a deathglare as Quatre helped Wufei into his apartment. His sister, Meiran, looked up from the book she was reading. She had a blanket covering her and sneezed. She had a bad case of the flu and wouldn't be going to school for a week or so.
" What happened? " she asked grabbing a tissue.
" Nothing, Meiran. " Trowa said, trying to save some of Wufei's dignity. Meiran
would never let him live it down if she heard he had been kicked in the nuts by Sally. Quatre let Wufei sit down at the dinning room table and went to get an ice pack for his Chinese friend. Duo sat down next to Meiran on the couch.
" It was great, Mei. " he giggled.
" What was? " she asked, putting her book down and blowing her nose. Duo explained and Meiran started to laugh. " No way! "
" Very yes way! " Duo answered, laughing. Wufei heard them and sighed, taking the ice back from Quatre and putting it on his afflicted area. Chang Wufei and Sally Po were famous in the complex for their fights with each other. The proud Chinese martial arts wonder was almost always getting into fights with the college med. student. They were almost as predictable as Duo trying to do something stupid like skateboard down the stairs. Wufei shook his head as he thought about that event.
" Baka Maxwell and baka onna! " he scowled. Heero looked at the clock.
" Were gonna be late if we don't leave for school now. " he said in his normal
monotone. Wufei nodded. He felt a bit better, but would most likely be sore later in the day. He gritted his teeth.
" I agree, Yuy. Let's go. " he said, getting up and grabbing his gray backpack. Duo looked up from his laughter with Meiran.
" Go? " he asked intelligently. Wufei narrowed his eyes, grabbed Duo's long braid and pulled him out the door.
" Itai! Let go! Owie! Wufei! " he yelped as he left. Trowa shook his head wordlessly as Quatre looked on with an amused expression on his face. Heero just sighed.
" Bye Meiran! " Quatre said to the Chinese girl. She waved as the three boys left.
By the time they were all out the complex, Duo had managed to get Wufei to let go of his braid and was now holding it in a possessive manner. Wufei sighed as he walked along. Quatre tried to start a conversation.
" So... didja guys hear about the talent show at school? " he asked, walking
backwards to talk with them all. Heero merely grunted in response as Duo's eyes lit up happily. Quatre mentally kicked himself. That look in Duo's eyes was unmistakable.
" Yo! Guys! " he exclaimed. " I forgot to tell you! "
" Tell us what, Duo? " Trowa asked dryly.
" I signed us up for the talent show! " The four boys stopped and looked at him
with shock. Trowa found his voice first.
" You what?! " he yelled. Duo grinned wide enough to break his face in half.
" I signed us up for the talent show. I wrote a kick ass song we can sing and dance too! It'll be great! " Wufei's eyes took a murderous light as Heero's eyes narrowed. Quatre was still in shock.
" You baka! " Heero yelled at the same time Wufei started to curse the braided
American out in Chinese. They both lunged at him and Duo took off down the crowed New York City streets yelling at the top of his lungs as Heero and Wufei ran after him, intent on the braided boys death. Quatre shook his head.
" Why do we always get to school like this? Just one morning I'd like to be able to get to school without making a scene... " he mumbled as he and Trowa followed their friends at a much safer pace.
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Shinju: Well, that went pretty well! I like this story!
Kyuki: It is one of your better ones.
Shinju: ^_^ So glad you liked it!
Kyuki: I did, but did the readers?
Shinju: Good point. This plot has been done a few times. Anou... ::sweatdrops::
Kyuki: Well, it was kinda original.
Shinju::sigh:: Man, I don't believe this. Now I'm gonna get flamed for re-using a plot line that has been used before!
Kyuki: It's okay Shinju.
Shinju::depressed sigh:: I'm gonna go to my room and listen to music. You finish up here. ::leaves::
Kyuki: Shimatta. Now I'm dealing with a depressed, insane authoress gone to listen to Limp Bizket. Gods only know what fic's she'll write now.... I promise you, minna-san, that she'll have the next chapter of this out soon. Trust me, she really enjoyed writing this. Just, please don't flame her... Arigotu minna-san and remember to REVIEW!