The High School Years 6/?
By Hotaru
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Wufei stood at his front door and watched as his parents waved goodbye one last time. "Be careful. You have the number in China, don't call if it's not important!" Lan-Hui said, kissing her son on the cheek gently. Chen just nodded as they climbed into the cab that would take them to the air port. /Better get off to school./ Wufei thought solemnly as he closed the front door and began his walk. A farmiliar motercycle roar echoed down the street. "Hey there. Need a ride?" Duo called, stopping in front of Wufei. The Chinese boy smiled and nodded.
"How is it that you know exactly when I leave my house?" Wufei asked as he wrapped his arms around Duo's firm body. "I have people spying on you Wufei, didn't you know?" Duo said, smiling as he zoomed off towards school. /Should I tell him now? No…he might not hear me. I'll wait until we arrive at school./ Wufei thought and nodded his head firmly. Once they arrived, they received quite a few stares. Mosly scowls from the baseball team, but stares nonetheless. Wufei blushed as he un-looped himself from Duo and climbed off the bike.
Duo just marched inside, either totally olivious to what was going on around him, or he just didn't care. Wufei followed quickly as he flopped down at a lunch table. /Tell him Chang…now!/ "Um…Duo, do you have any plans for the weekend?" Wufei mentally slapped himself in the forehead for sounding like a dork. "Hmm…nope. I probably got kicked off the base ball team so practice isn't an issue for me." Duo said, cool as a cucumber. /Is he just trying to make me feel guilty?!/ Wufei bit his lower lip as he said, "'Cause my parents went to China for the weekend and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out with me?" A wide grin spread across the American's face.
"Really?! That's great! I'll meet you after school, we can go to my house so I can get some clothes and a tooth brush and we can go back to your place!" he said excitedly. Wufei blushed and nodded. /I cant' believe this is happening! Duo Maxwell, hottest guy in school, is staying at my house…this weekend…oh gods!/
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[Flash back to previous night]
Trowa pulled Quatre into his arms and couldn't help but cry as well. "You've been through so much..I'm so, so sorry." He whispered, stroking Quatre's hair. "I'm sure your mother was a wonderful person. It'll be allright." Quatre continued to sob, wetting Trowa's shirt with his tears. And they held each other all night. Neither spoke a word, for nothing needed to be said.
[End o' flashback]
Quatre adjusted his uniform jacket once more in the mirror before joining Trowa and walking to the bus stop. "Thanks a lot Trowa. For every thing." Quatre said quietly. Trowa smiled and said, "You're welcome, I just hope you feel better." Quatre nodded and looked into the blue sky. "Y'know…I could call the police and have him locked up for an eternity…but I can't." he said ironically. Trowa wrinkled his brow and asked, "Why is that?" Quatre cocked his head so he could look into Trowa's beautiful green eyes. "Cause I'm illegal and I wouln't be able to live with you." He said, smiling slightly.
"Are you willing to wait years before they lock him away?" Trowa asked. Quatre ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "By then there won't be any evidence. No bruises..sure scars but he'll shrug them off as accidents. He always did. I was such a clumsy kid, and somehow I managed to back right into a knife!" he said sarcastically. Trowa winced as the bus approached. "You're very brave Quatre. I admire that." He said, before boarding the bus.
Quatre shook his head in attempt to clear it. "I wonder what's going to happen now. Will he find me and take me back?" he whispered. Trowa frowned and shook his head. "I won't let him. He cannot have you." He said quietly. Quatre smiled and nodded. They rode the rest of the way talking about Trowa's family. "It's unfortunate that you don't remember your parents. But what if they were like…him?" Quatre asked quietly as they headed in to class. Trowa sighed deeply before replying. "I think he's one of a kind Q…that's good and I hope no one else has to suffer like you."
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Wufei had heard the news. Almost the entire school had. Duo was kicked off the baseball team. Duo didn't seem phased at all. Wufei decided to ask him about it at lunch. "It's not really a big deal y'know. Those guys were being assholes so I shut them up." Was Duo's reply when he asked why he wasn't upset at all. Wufei shrugged at took a bite of rice. "Well, I guess they'll let you back on eventually." He said. Duo grinned and took a bite of his lunch.
"Exactly. In the mean time, I won't be so busy with practice or anything so I'll be able to hang with you." Duo said, with a myschevious glint in his eye. Wufei blushed and looked down at his shoes. "Hey guys." Wufei looked up and saw Heero standing by their table with a lunch tray in his hands. "Hey Heero. Wanna join us?" Duo asked, scooting over so Heero could sit beside him. Heero accepted the offer and sighed. "I heard about the baseball team. I'm sorry." Heero said glumly. /I feel like it's me and Wufei's fault. He only fought because Wufei fought because of me./
"Eh, don't worry about it. No point wallowing on the past, ne?" Duo said, polishing off the last of his meal. Wufei's cheeks were still a light shade of pink, however he looked back up from his shoes and continued eating. "So Wufei, you gonna teach me how to use a sw—I mean katana?" Duo asked, correcting his mistake. Wufei smiled and replied, "If you'd like. It's fairly simple [1]." Heero looked back and forth at Wufei and Duo. /Oh gods are they…flirting?!/ He stood up suddenly and said, "I have to go now. I forgot an assignment was due and I need to finish it. Goodbye!"
Duo raised an eyebrow at Heero's mysterious behavior but shrugged it off as nerd issues. "So where do ya wanna meet me?" Duo asked, glancing at the clock. Wufei thought for a moment. "I guess by the flag pole [2]." He said finally. Duo nodded and stood up. "I better go, my class is all the way on the other side of the building. See ya!" he said with a cheery smile and wave. Wufei nodded and waved as Duo ran off, his chestnut braid swaying in the wind. /Yummy./
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Quatre took in a deep breath of fresh air. It was Friday, the weekend and school was finally over. He stretched his arms and went to meet Trowa outside. "Yes I know, did you hear? Quatre ran away from home." Quatre's ears perked as he heard a girl gossiping to another while he waited outside. "Poor guy, he can live with me any day! :giggle: I wonder what his dad's gonna do." Pain and memories flooded into Quatre's memory. He had tried to run away once before—but that ended tragically.
[Flashback]
"Don't you ever, ever do that again!" Niice shouted once the police were gone after returning Quatre home. The young Arabian flinched at the volume of his father's voice. "You know damn well you can't survive on your own, weakling! I should—no, I will! Get up stairs right now!" Niice grabbed Quatre's arm and nearly flung him up the stairs. "Father, please!" Quatre begged. Niice shoved Quatre into an old closet and bolted the door. "Please, father let me out! I'm sorry!" Quatre cried. Niice banged his fist on the door and yelled, "Shut your mouth! I'll let you out when you become a fucking man!"
And he was locked in there, over night. Niice called the school and said Quatre was sick and might not be in for a few days. Another night in the closet. No food, no water. Quatre was sick. He had gotten pneumonia somehow and was freezing in the closet. Finally, on the third day he was let out, only to be scolded for being weak and throwing up on the floor.
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Quatre jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder. "T-Trowa…you startled me." He breathed, putting his hand over his heart. Trowa could tell just by Quatre's eyes that something was wrong. Perhaps it was more memories. "Come on." Trowa said, taking Quatre's hand in his own. It was strange, since they were in public. They received a few stares, a few giggles and even a few pointed fingers. But Quatre was staring at either the ground or Trowa's head so he didn't really notice. Once they were on a fortunatly empty bus, Quatre let it all out, again.
"Three days Trowa! Three goddamn days in a closet!" Quatre sobbed, clinging to the front of Trowa's shirt. "I know angel, it's gone, he's gone. You're safe now." Trowa whispered, his fingers entwined in Quatre's hair. "Come now, stop crying. I told you I won't let anyone hurt you." Trowa whispered, pulling Quatre away from his shirt. "You..you called me—angel." Quatre whispered, his aquamarine eyes glistening with tears. Trowa nodded and smiled softly. "I know." He said, gently leaning forward and meeting Quatre's lips with his own. @~+@~+@~+@~+@~+@~+@ Hotaru
[1] I have no idea if it is or not! I fence on occasion, nothing pro but I sorta know how to handle a sword! [2] That's where I meet people, out by the flag pole!