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Ch 5.




Relena walked softly towards Heero, her heart beating in rhythmic unison with her light, feathery steps. He was reading something, his attention fully devoted to a chemistry textbook. He probably didn't want to be bothered, especially not after what happened yesterday. He'd probably scold her, and tell her to leave him alone. She felt her heart reaching an apex of discomfort and uneasiness.

Trying to be cool but friendly, she walked up to a seat next to him and planted herself on it. Heero quickly noticed her. He had on a mask of hostility on his face. She decided to ignore that and try to be friendly.

"Hi, how are you? Remember me?" asked Relena cheerfully. She extended her hand, waiting for a handshake.

Heero looked at her for awhile in anger, then went back to reading. He ignored her handshake as well as her greeting. He muttered darkly to himself. She thought he heard him mutter something about 'stupid girl'.

A bit rattled but not defeated, she decided that the only way to get along with this moody boy was to be persistent. Yes, she would be ultra nice to him until he begins to lighten up a bit. Well, not exactly Ultra-nice…more like ultra-annoying.

She leaned in a bit towards him and stuck an obtrusive finger on top of a page on his book. "Hey, so what's this you're reading?"

He stared madly at her finger, which was blocking the text. With a calm, deadly grace, he lifted and turned his head swiftly to face Relena, giving her a glare that could mute a corrupt politician.

"What do you want…GIRL?" He emphasized the word, 'girl' in obvious derision.

She shrugged. "I need a lab-partner."


"Go somewhere else. I work alone."

Relena looked darkly at him. "Are you mad that I beat you yesterday?"

At this, Heero's body spasmed uncontrollably in heated fury. He was shaking, and his face crunched into a morbid, pale configuration. His hands ripped out a page or two from the textbook. He was breathing heavily, his gasping sighs coming in heaves through forced labor.

Geez…I didn't know he took basketball so seriously.

He abruptly took a hold of her shoulders.

"I…want…a…rematch! I…want…a…rematch!" He barely got the words out. He looked like he would have a heart attack very soon.

"Okay, okay. But in one condition. You let me be your lab partner."

He stared into her eyes for awhile. She thought he had beautiful eyes.

"Fine. You are my new lab partner! When will we have this rematch?"

Relena thought for awhile. "Hmmm…well, my house has an indoor basketball court. You can come over today to my house after school, if you want."

"Yes…I will…and I will be the best again"

With that, he went back to his book. His face became calm again.

Relena smiled as she studied him. She thought about what she would do when he came over later today. She giggled.

Heh…right into my trap, puppet.







Coach Une stepped outside from her office, carrying a green piece of paper. The paper flapped around the air as she carried it around loosely by her fingers.

Boys, some of whom had waited for hours by Une's office, stared intensely at the green piece of paper that would seal their fates.

The paper was the list of people who made the basketball team.

Sweating, trembling and nervousness abounded as the brown-haired coach took an oddly shaped stapler and pounded the green piece of paper against the bulletin board, nailing it down securely.

The tension in the hall could be cut with a dull knife.

Some of the boys were drooling, their sense of hygeine momentarily forgotten. Right now, nothing mattered but the green paper. It was the source of hope, dreams, and for many of them…life.

Coach Une stepped out of the way.

The boys rushed towards the list.




The List:


2001/2002 Gundam Mechas Players

* ß indicates starting line-up


*Quatre Winner
*Heero Yuy
*Wufei Chang
*Duo Maxwell
*Trowa Barton
Relena Peacecraft (6th woman)
Ryo Sardine
Tenchi Masaku
Roger Smithson
Johnny Praiso
Chris Redfarm
M. Buffalo