You should all
know that I don't own gundam wing. I don't claim to. This goes for all the
Chapters in this story. Chalk belongs to me though. Mine, mine, mine. E-mail
me, phoenix.daimon@darkvampire.zzn.com
(just copy and paste. It's sooo much easier.)
Chapter One
She walked along the street,
hunched over; her black cap pulled down over her face. The few people that were
walking down the street in the drenching rain saw her and altered their
directions to go around, or even walked across the street so they wouldn't
enter her vision. Finally, the figure turned off the street, and entered a
small shop. She sat in a chair near the storefront and watched as the other
customers browsed over the books and small keepsakes. Finally, as closing time
neared, the last customer left, and the shopkeeper waived her to the back, led
her through two sets of doors, down stairs, and into one last room.
"You do realize the trouble that I
could get into for helping one of your kind."
"I understand. I just ask that you
don't answer any questions that they don't ask."
"No questions, no answers, no
problems."
"Wonderful. What do you have for
me?"
"Your ID. Your passport. Your
license. Everything you need. I even have an apartment set up for you. It's got
all the stuff you younguns love. Phone, full cable, close to your school-"
"I'm in school?"
"You don't think that you can look
normal without going to school do you?"
"Silly me. I've already gotten out
of school."
"Where you used to live, but you
have to adjust to an entirely new life now. Nothing is going to be as it was.
But I'll help you get settled in. Since I'm the only one you know anyway. Ha
Ha. Don't worry you'll make friends quickly. You and you're outgoing
personality."
She snorts. "Do you really think I
want to make friends? That's not what I'm here for. I can't afford friends."
"That's what you think. Ah, you'll find out soon enough. Perhaps."
The two sat in silence for a few
minutes as they sorted through the information.
"I'm a boy."
"Yes. You wanted a completely
different identity."
"I'm a guy. Do I look like a guy?"
"Dressed like that you do."
"And how about at school? I'm gay I
suppose."
"If you want to be. At school you
can wear the guys uniform."
"Uniform!?"
"Yeah, I put you in the most
prestigious school around. They are well known for their teachings on
passivism."
"Really."
Half an hour later, the elder
Shopkeeper waved good-bye to the girl and bid her good luck before going back
inside and closing the lights.
'I'm
back in school. I can't believe I'm back in school. And I'm a boy no less.'
She
walked into her new apartment and looked around. 'Nice, very nice.'
She
explored every room and even the kitchen fridge and cupboards. Reaching the
bedroom again, she sorted through the dresser. 'Clothes. Not too bad either.' Reaching the closet, she opened the door and sank into the
rocking chair at the foot of the bed. 'Uniform.
Guys and girls. Dresses, and good clothes. Wow. I'm not going in here much.'
She sat there for a few minutes just
looking, until the phone rang. Tentatively, she picked up the phone "Hai,
Moshi?"
"Hello Chayka."
"What
the hell did you put in my closet? Dresses? I don't wear those."
"You are going to a good school. They
have dances and balls that you are going to have to dress up for. Besides. They
are all black. You're favorite colour."
"I'm still not going to wear them."
"Whatever. You have to go to school
tomorrow. Pick your uniform. The Bus picks you up at the west end of your
street at 8 am. Be there."
"And if I don't want to?"
"You'll get a call at your house
saying you weren't there, and after a few days, you representative will
come looking for you. Wonderful how
schools care now eh?"
"Ugh. Bye."
"Sayonara."
Chayka hung up the phone with a
groan, looked at the time, and decided to get ready for bed.
As she walked up the steps to the
front doors of the school, she watched the other students. Walking around, or
sitting in the grass, they all seemed at ease. Without a care in the world. A
group of girls ran up to her, giggling and laughing.
"Are you new here? We've never
seen you before. You're pretty cute."
Chayka cringed and sunk deeper into
her coat. Great. Morons. "That's
probably because I've never been here before."
The girls, as though not noticing
the traces of hostility in her voice just giggled and continued.
"He he he. You're funny. What
classes are you taking? Do you have any of the same as us? We're in all the
same classes, so we can always stay together! Hee hee hee!"
"Um.. I should go…."
Chayka started to move to go around them.
"Oh, hold on! We think that you
should join us for lunch so that we can introduce you to all the others who we
like to talk to everyday!"
Chayka stopped and turned to look at
the mass. "Do you always move as a mass? Did you lose all individuality
when you met each other? Do you even have individual names? "
The girls stopped giggling and
looked at her.
"You are very rude! We don't
want to talk to you!" With that, the mass turned as one, and stalked off.
Chayka sighed and shook her head.
She then turned and continued walking to the doors. Reaching the reception
desk, she spoke with the receptionist, and then sat down to wait. After waiting
for only a few minutes, the receptionist called her again, and she was ushered
into a separate room.
On the opposite side of the room,
there was a large set of windows, taking up the entire wall. In front of the
windows, a plain oak desk sat, obviously kept meticulously tidy, with few
papers, a computer, and various personal items, primarily picture frames.
Spread around the room were various other items, such as chairs, small tables,
plants, and a few lamps. Chayka stood looking around the room still with her
trench coat on and her backpack slung over her shoulder. She jumped slightly
when a gray-haired man came up to her and offered to take her coat.
"No thanks, I'll keep them with me."
"Very well." He walked over to the
desk, where Chayka just noticed a blonde turned in her chair, talking on the
phone. When the girl noticed Chayka and the man, she quickly said goodbye, and
he handed her a manila folder, whispering something into her ear. She smiled
and stood, opening the folder and setting it onto the desk in front of her.
"Come over here, and have a seat."
She gestured to the pair of chairs in front of the desk.
"Thank you." Chayka walked over,
setting her backpack on he floor between them, then sat.
"Hello…" She looked at the papers
"Chalk Lee." Chayka smirked, hearing this variation of her name. "My name is
Relena Peacecraft. It is wonderful to have you joining our student body. I do
hope that the students have made you feel welcome. Would you like a tour of the
facilities?" Chayka nodded. "Very well. Come along. We'll start with your
locker, so that you can drop your book bag off."
As they walked, Chayka just listened
politely as Relena spoke about the school, it's programs, credentials, and
anything else she deemed fit to talk of. Chayka just walked next to her, not
speaking any more than two or three words at a time. Just enough to make the
girl feel like she was listening and send her off talking again. They passed by
room after room, each with it's own taught subject, teacher, and memorable story.
By the time they toured the entire school, Chayka's patience was wearing very
thin. Finally, Relena stopped by a classroom.
"It is now third period. I know that
there is only one more period in the day, but I figured I could give you some
time to meet at least two of your teachers. And tomorrow you can meet up with
some friends you will no doubt make. Well," she smiled even wider as she
knocked on the door and waited for the teacher. "This is Ms. Beagleness. I hope
you have a good time, and learn well. I will leave you alone." The door opened,
and an old lady walked out. She had salt and pepper hair, although more salt
than pepper, and a long green dress. Relena nodded her head and turned, leaving
them alone in the hall. Ms. Beagleness looked Chayka up and down and frowned.
'Oh,
wonderful. We're going to get along just great.' Chayka stood tall and
waited for the woman to finish her inspection before showing any form of
personality.
"Another young man hmm? Well, you'll
need to get your books, and do you have any paper? That jacket is not to come
in here. Ugh. Are in any way prepared?"
"I will go back to my locker and get
some paper and leave my jacket but you'll have to handle my books."
"Well, obviously. Hurry up then."
Chayka gave a curt half-bow, then
turned and walked down the hall towards her locker. While she was hanging her
coat on the hook, the same group of girls passed by, shooting her dirty looks. 'Oh, wonderful. I'm back in school, the most
popular girl/school leader loved to talk, there's a group of 'stupid people'
walking en masse, apparently some of them have been checking me out, and my
first teacher is looking to be a real pain. What else could go wrong?'
Arriving
back at her class, Chayka was given another look-at from Ms. Beagleness before
being presented to the class. Standing at the front, she looked out to the
class. There was a definite seating plan, since there were girls on one side of
the class, and boys on another. The Entire class was neat and tidy, and all
students were sitting properly and politely.
'Is the entire school like this?
Oh, great.'
"Okay class, this is our newest
student. His name is Chalk Lee. Now, you've held up my class long enough. You
can sit up there next to Quatre. He's sitting in front of Brian. Quatre, you
can help Mr. Lee catch up, since you are such a good student."
"Yes, Ms. Beagleness."
Chayka looked down the rows until
her eyes rested on the smallish blond boy who had spoken. She walked down the
isles, ignoring all that tried to catch her attention. Sitting in her assigned
seat, and noticed out of the corner of her eye the blonde as her shuffled a few
inches closer to her.
"We're working from page 47 in the
green book."
She looked at Quatre and then at her
desk, opening her book. 'Great. My first
day as a guy, and I'm seated and paired with the only gay guy in the class.
Well, my day just got worse. Whoo, this is going to get confusing.'
After
the class ended, She gathered her books, and started to leave trying to
remember where her next class was.
"Hey! Chalk! Wait up!" The little
blond ran up beside her. "What class do you have next? Perhaps I know of
someone in your class!"
She handed him her schedule. "Oh!
Isn't that strange. We have the same schedule. Imagine that. Hey, would you like
to get together after school and I can help you catch up with your school
work."
By this time, the two were outside
on their way to the other building. They were relatively alone, and so Chayka
decided not to hold her tongue.
"Um, do you have a boyfriend?"
Quatre suddenly went beet red, and
he started to stutter. "Um…He..erm.."
Chayka held up her hand. "Never
mind, I shouldn't have asked. Let's just get to class. And no, you don't need
to help me with my work. I can catch up on my own."
Quatre smiled. "Okay, if you're
sure. C'mon, let's go." He took the lead, and the two made their way down the
paved path in silence, well, relative silence. Quatre started humming a tune.
