Gundam Wing Chemistry Class, part 3
Heero looked over his shoulder, a giant sweatdrop rolling down his forehead and onto the tip of his nose. No one was looking, or paying attention to him, and it seemed the coast was clear. He could continue working without being bothered. But what worried him was the young, blond girl sitting next to him. If she should see him working on his experiment, he would...
"Hey Heero? Watcha doin'?" Relena looked at him with big, annoying blue eyes. She tried to look over the young boy's shoulder, but he kept getting in the way. "Heeeeeero, I wanna SEE!!!" she violently shoved the perfect soldier aside, and gaze upon what looked like a giant mass of...
"Chemicals?!? AHHHH! Don't let them get close to my perfect face... they'll destroy it!!!" Relena screeched as she pulled her face away from the pile of goo Heero had been working with. He grinned interiorly (since Heero shows no outer emotion) and returned to working on his experiment. Still twenty minutes before the bell rang...
But then again, things weren't going so good for Relena. She put on a happy-sappy face, just to impress Heero (which, she thought, was working perfectly okay) but in fact, was devastated by the fact that the animal was in her class. She looked as thought her eyebrows had been plucked by Dawn Salon. (^_^ Cessy, you got this one???)
But she would get her revenge. Once she could think up of a brilliant plan, she would get her revenge. Knowing Relena, that could take a while. Of course, she would take her time. Revenge is sweet. And takes time, if its Relena you're talking about. (That was a pointless bit I decided to add to the fic. But of course, everything about Relena is pointless, so why even bother, you say? Major part of the end of this fic. Read on...)
At the same time, Duo, who had, up till then, been quite absorbed by his research, had started talking about his brillianmt research.
"And I mixed in a bit of this stuff, and that stuff, which I don't happen to remember the names, and a pinch of this stuff..." he held up a small bottle with the inscription 'Nytroglycerin' on it, "and I now declare it, the first in Duo Maxwell's line of 'Maxwell Coffee' I even thought of a slogan!" he smiled cheesily as he continued to speak. "Bring out the Duo in you!" By this time, Quatre and Ayumi were laughing so hard, they both literally fell off their chairs, Trowa was beginning to form a small lump on his forehead and Dorothy was staring at them questionnably. She would have to spoil their fun later. Or why not do that now? She had a lot of people to make miserable today. She wouldn't have time for them later. Arching her eyebrows a bit, which scared the hell out of Zechs, who had been watching her do, she began to speak.
"You know, that coffee of yours won't sell, Maxwell... And Maxwell is already a coffee company." She stuck out her tongue. "It mustn't be even half as good as the original. I'd even dare to say it's really bitter." She continued on. "I wouldn't buy it from someone who smells nearly as bad as his Gundam..." She smirked evily as the Shinigami turned a bright shade of crimson.
"Well, if you think it's that bad, why don't you try it." Duo shoved the small bowl he had been mixing his 'coffee' in Dorothy's face. She waved it away disgustingly, sticking her tongue out.
"Knowing you, you probably put somekind of poison in there..." she decided she had done enough for now. She wouldn't torment Duo any further, for now. She would pick on Zechs later. But since Dorothy hadn't been there to hear the ever-embarssing stories Lady Une had told a few minutes before she had made her grand appearance, she would have a harder time making him crack.
Trowa, during all this time, was staring at them, with his one visible eye, in disbelief. He had a bad feeling that everyone in this class was going to fail chemistry, except maybe in Zechs case. Lady Une would probably make him pass, just to get him out of her hair, for a while. But what is she was transferred to another class, and Zechs was there? Trowa smirked at the thought, the same way he could smirk when he was destroying enemies, one by one, causing them a slow, painful death. Thinking of it made him feel like going mad, since there was a certain red head who wouldn't get out of his hair. She was flirting with HIS little one. Now, if there was one thing that Heero had thought him, it was to act on his emotions. If he would really listen to what Heero said, EVER, he would have murdered the dear red head by now.
"Trowa..." he heard Quatre's voice, small and frightened, as if he was going to cry, calling out his name. He tried to ignore the urging feeling to take him in his arms and tell him everything was okay...
"Trowa, snap out of it!" he saw Dorothy waving a hand in front of his face. There was that other person he would have to take care of during lunch hour. He rolled his eyes and smacked the slight bump on his forehead, as he had done so many times that morning.
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Ayumi shot a very deathly glare at Dorothy, as she looked over her experiment. Who was she? And why was SHE trying to steal the place she had worked so hard to earn? She had been here first, HER!!! Not that witch with the evil-looking eyebrows!!! And what WAS up with her eyebrows anyway? They looked like they had been plucked by Dawn Salon. Ayumi nearly laughed and stuck her tongue out in disgust at the thought.
"Hey, Quatre?" Ayumi didn't lift her head up from her experiment, but spoke to Quatre with a small voice.
"Yes, Ayumi?" Quatre looked up shyly from his experiment to face the redhead. She grinned widely, a grin that any person would look suspcious at.
"I really want to know this, Quatre, so give me a straight answer..." Ayumi began. "Who do you prefer at this table?" Quatre's eye grew big as she spoke up the question. He had hoped he wouldn't have to deal with this. He had prayed to nearly every God in every existing religion that he would never have to choose a favorite. But right now, he didn't think about any of that. Right now, something was more important than hurt feelings, or broken hearts.
"Okay then, I'll tell you, who I prefer. I love... Trowa Barton..." he said shyly as the rest of the table turned around to see this declaration of love. Duo was holding back a laugh, until Ayumi nudged him, hard, in the ribs. "Trowa, you've been my best friend since god-knows-when, and I'm ever so sorry if I hurt your feelings today, by speaking to this young lady over here. I happen to like her very much, as a friend, for she was kind to me from the moment I stepped into class. But you, Trowa, nothing can compare to what I feel for you..." Quatre then turned away from Trowa. He could feel himself blushing.
Trowa felt tears coming up in his visible eye. "Quatre... my little one..." He reached out for him, took him in his arms, and felt the blond's arms wrapping around him in a sweet embrace.
"Awwww... that's so sweet, don't you think?" Duo clapped his hands together, causing the rest of the class to turn around and face them. A few people started clapping at the two boys, who just ignored them, continuing to hug. Soon, the whole class was awwing and cheering for Trowa and Quatre.
Hearing the clapping and cheering, Lady Une looked up from her book. Her eyes grew big. "TROWA... and... QUATRE?!?" She put on her glasses, just to make sure she hadn't mistaken Dorothy for Quatre or something. She was surprised to find that she hadn't been wrong. Coming back to her sense, she tried to calm her class down. Another failure.
"Awww... that's so adorable..." Zechs's eyes were teary and big, as he clasped his hands together. ÒThey make such a sweet couple, don't you think, Wufei?" Zechs turned his big eyes towards Wufei, who looked at him in disgust.
"Merquise, you shouldn't fight. The weak don't fight. I am weak, but then again, I fight. Should I fight if I am weak. Is that injustice? Or am I being weak right now? Buddha, help me..." And with that, Wufei got to his knees and prayed.
Zechs just looked at him with a funny look and turned to Relena, who hadn't been saying much, for a mushy scene.
"Isn't that SWEEEET?!?" He looked at her with his big teary eyes, putting his face a bit too close to hers.
"Zechs, did you brush your teeth before coming to school? You know, your breath smells a lot like garlic. Could it be the pizza and garlic fingers we ate for supper yesterday? Zechs, you know what I told about you never getting a date with Lucrezia if you don't brush your teeth!!!" Relena pulled out her nagging finger, and pointed it at Zechs. "Bad Zechs, bad..." she shook her fingers as she tsked disapprovingly. Zechs returned to his chair, since he had pretty much given up on life.
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And during all the commotion, Heero hadn't lifted his eyes for his experiment.
The bell rang, to, I think, everyone's relief...
THA END!!!
*That's it for the chemistry class from hell. But since this leaves you kinda in the blue as to what Heero's little plan was, or what happened to Zechs at lunch hour, I decided that it was only right to write an epilogue*