Rosati-Kain_Part 3
By Axisor
ENJOY--I command you (lol). Review-- I beseech you. I enjoy all the reviews and they really help. I got plenty of them to post this part. I was impressed. (I'm trying to keep this short.)
Disclaimer-- I own nothing but I'd use my extra X-mas money to buy Trowa (if someone would sell him for that and tell me where to find that deal) but the OC of Trevor (he managed his cameo in this part). The school exists but belongs to the Archdiocese.
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Heero walked down the third floor hallway a little (he really just crossed the hall to room 33) to his first class... something called "Fiber Fabrics." He knew it was an art class (since he used his brilliant sense of deduction in combination with the fact the class was in the art room). He also knew whatever this class was, he needed it as part of his fine art credit, a category his transcript severely lacked, so he had to take it, no matter what. Heero was on edge since Wufei had already botched one thing up (well two, catholic and all-girls) so who knows how many other things he could have screwed up.
He entered the room as the seniors, whose homeroom it was, flooded out. He received smiles, warm and friendly greetings, winks, approving looks, and a butt load of embarrassment (although he wouldn't/couldn't show anyone it). He played "Mr. Stone-Face" until he noticed the girls were slowing down their exit to whisper to each other, therefore hampering his entrance. Then he started to play "Mr. DeathGlare-Face" which received the favorable response of them getting out of his way-- immediately.
Heero sighed as he sat in the closest chair to him. He shifted the wooden chair (and in it too) to get more comfortable (believe me-- even Heero couldn't stand one when you aren't in it right) and saw his comrades following a young woman --a teacher, not a student-- down the hall. "In trouble already..." he tsked.
While waiting for class to start, he worked on some... uh... "paperwork." The Preventers were secretly --very secretly, very covertly, and very sneakily-- rebuilding the Gundams... incase another Marimeia decided to show up. The plan was so crafty they hid it out in the open where anyone could see them built. Those people at the Preventers organization are geniuses... openly using taxpayer money to rebuild those wonderful, magnificent pieces of museum exhibits. "Replicas to help the people remember how bravely the soldiers and rebels fought to bring about the peace the people now live" was the slogan for the campaign (and a LONG slogan at that-- much longer than... say... "Tippecanoe and Tyler Too").
One of the Preventer cover organizations "just happened" to get the contract and that was just a short ride out from RK-- which was that real reason why Wufei chose that school... or at least the _main_ reason. The boys would much rather be near where the "replicas" were being built than far away, but it was too funny and too much fun to make fun of Wufei and Sally Po.
So Heero sat and worked on drawing the design and specs for the "replica" of Wing Zero and figure out what hidden improvements he could add to the "working model." Believe it or not, Heero was so "into" his work he didn't see Sister Ann Marie until she come up behind him and said, "That's a wonderful drawing. Are you here for Graphic Design and Printmaking?"
A _VERY_ startled Heero looked up suddenly at the red-haired nun. With his hands off of Wing Zero, the art teacher took the drawing and papers underneath. "Yyour line quality is excellent and shading is great. The subject matter leaves something to be desired, but the drawing itself is so good it looks like _you_ were the one to use the machine-- or a personal connection with it." Only Heero's training kept him from sweatdropping and soon that almost failed him as she started flipping through the other pages of more detailed designs of just an arm... or a leg... or a wing... or a _cockpit_. If she made the connection...
"You should vary your portfolio more-- and sign the art-- but other than that, it's pretty good." Heero silently let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She hadn't made the connection! "This is good enough. I'll let you skip the prerequisite. It should be interesting to see how you do in Design."
"I'm not here for 'Design.' I'm here for 'Fiber Fabrics.' That's what my schedule says so I must take." Heero said adamantly... if he only knew what he was arguing for.
Sister thought for a little bit... then said, "Can you draw anything else, besides Mobile Suits?"
He hmph-ed then pulled out his laptop (he was carrying it around in a computer bag which fit the school's regulations of being able to fit under a desk) and started booting up the hard drive. "I've scanned some in here." When he saw the look of disbelief on his teacher's face, he shrugged and went back to his laptop to play around in the desktop (Window A.C. 196) until he brought up a bunch of windows. "Here, you can see some of them," he said as he pivoted it to face her. She looked down, still in disbelief, and stuttered:
"These- these are nice, but can I see the originals?"
Heero inwardly sighed and said, "There at home, but I also made some on here, like this one," then set his fingers flying on the keyboard brining up a picture of Earth surround by an astral cloud with four Japanese characters around it. When he saw that she was suitably impressed, he hit a few more keys and the characters began to rotate slowly and weave patterns on the screen around the rotating planet and through the cloud.
"That's... impressive. You must know more about computer graphic than I do (She's still on a Macintosh, people! Sorry to those Mac users out there but... no... not good computer!) I guess you can skip that prerequisite too." (yeah, OOC for Sister SAM (or Satan to some) but I didn't think many would care) Then Sister went to her desk, picked up some papers and set them down in front of Heero. "Our first project is to make and quilt a quilt square."
That time Heero DID sweatdrop.
Meanwhile, outside the art room, the boys were approached by a young, blond teacher who asked, "Gentleman, where you supposed to be?"
The four looked at their schedules and all said, "Room 22."
"Modern Global? That's what I teach. Follow me," and so they followed Ms. Bartley down to room 22. Just as they were about to enter the junior-filled room, Wufei looked at his schedule and realized he was following the wrong day.
"Wait, I was wrong. I'm unscheduled. This isn't day 3," He said making a hasty getaway leaving the other boys to shrug and enter to take desks in the.
"Well, according to the atomic clock on the wall, class should have started about 30 seconds ago, so let's start."
"You guys run on atomic clocks??! Let's get into the bomb shelter. The clock's gonna blow!!" Duo yelled and proceeded to duck-and-cover.
"Yeah right," a girl said in front as everyone else laughed. "We've got expensive atomic clocks controlled by the national atomic clock out in Colorado someplace which sends long radio waves here to ours so that Miss Mueller can stand out in the hall and yell at everyone for being in the hall 2 seconds past mod change...." The girl said sarcastically and received agreement and laughs from the girls around her.
"Class... can I teach now?" Miss Bartley asked.
"Sure, go on ahead."
Miss Bartley rolled her eyes and said, "Today, and for the next few weeks, we are doing something different. We won't need our textbooks... since I know most of you don't use them anyway." There were some stifled laughs as everyone shifted their stuff. "We will be discussing some _real_ modern history-- the war between the space colonies and Earth."
"This should be easy," Duo said as he laid back to lounge in his desk.
"I wouldn't assume that, Duo." Trowa said from his desk to the left of the overconfident braided-wonder.
"Can anyone tell me how the war started?"
Duo's hand shot up. He said (not really called on): "Everyone knows it was started by Tre-- the Oz organization tricking He-- Gundam pilot 0-1 into destroying a plane the Alliance pacifists were on. Then there wasn't much opposition in saying He- the act as a declaration of war by the space colonies and starting a coup dè tate by Oz."
"No, that's not it... or how it happened."
As Duo started to squeak out a complaint, Quatre said softly only for Duo and Trowa's ears: "That wasn't how the public heard the story." Then he raised his hand so he could say when called on, "It was the assassination of President Heero Yuy, who was not related to our friend Heero Yuy, which brought about Project Meteor and the Gundams to Earth as the fighter for the colonies."
"No... that's not it either. I've never heard of Project Meteor. Trowa, would you care to try?" Miss Bartley asked, assuming that Trowa would be the next try.
"Not really. We're from the colonies and from different colonies. We know different facts than you seem to, so why should I try?" Trowa shrugged. He wasn't lying, really, but laying out facts to let her draw her own connections.
"History _is_ colored by sides and victors and cultures." Miss Bartley said, impressed with his diplomatic answer. "You're answers maybe correct, but we don't have those facts. What you should write down is that..." then turned to start writing on the board. Absentmindedly, the three wrote down what she said but argued in the back softly about what they could and could not tell. They really had no idea what extent of their knowledge was still classified. If they made it through the day, they would have to remember to look it up.
Wufei waited impatiently for the girl in front of him to get off the payphone. Finally she got the hint from his scowl, crossed arms, and tapping foot and got off. As soon as she stepped away from the phone, Wufei picked up the handset and began to type numbers in as furiously as if he were in a battle. He paused, pressed more numbers in rapidly, muttered something into the phone, and pressed in even more numbers (causing the girls walking past him in the R-Kade to stop and sweatdrop) until he finally stopped. Next thing the girls knew, the "cute guy" was reciting numbers and letters very quickly into the phone until he finally said something that made an ounce of sense "The water's fine."
Wufei, who was completely unaware of the girls behind him, was trying to get through to the Preventer base using his calling card. Then he had to get connected to the person he wanted to talk to, Preventer Water. Finally, after he made his connection, he started talking mumbo-jumbo again.
"Water? Shelong here. I have a status report."
"Report Shelong," the other voice said.
"Sahara, Silencer, and Shingami have been captured. The enemy is attempting to debrief them now, having some success with Shingami. Soldier has taken refuge with the artisans. There has been a mistake in the orders though. Our cover has been compromised with onnas."
"Shelong! What are you talking about?" The mysterious voice asked. "Are civilians there-- if so, stop using code... it's a secure line. You could blow your cover entirely."
Wufei looked over his shoulder to see girls giggling and waving. "You're right, Sally." The girls frowned and dispersed a little when they figured out he was talking weirdo to a girl. "Quatre, Trowa, and Duo were taken to history class where they are discussing the war and the teacher is trying to see how much any of her students know and Duo's trying to tell her uh.... 'not widely known' information. Heero is in some sort of art class. The mistake: we've been enrolled in an all-girls school."
Sally Po laughed softly and began to tease: "And whose fault is that? If I recall, you were very much impressed with how well you enrolled all of yourselves into that 'cover' without the help of Heero."
Wufei's face went bright red and he yelled, "Don't play with me you-- you-- ONNA!" into the phone.
Sally chuckled a little louder then chided, "Calm down Wufei. We don't need you getting in trouble on your first day of school. They might make you stay after so you can't come to work."
"Speaking of which, I need to know what our work hours are for today..."
Sally gave some reply. The girls let out a collective sigh as they thought the "cute, little foreign boy" was only talking to his employer. Once the sigh reached Wufei's ears, though, he said, "So do you want to go out and do something AFTER work tonight?"
"WHAT?!?!" Sally said in total shock. "Wufei are you feeling all right? Do I need to come down to that school and give you a doctor's excuse to get out of there? Are you that desperate to get out?"
"Uh-hu? Movie... sounds good. Chinese or English?" Wufei, trying not to cringe at Sally's yelling.
"Oh... I see now... there are girls still around you, aren't they? Hm... well, I can still hold you to that movie though... can't I?" Sally said in a "knowing," teasing voice.
"Um... no-no-no that's okay. We'll figure it out AFTER school... _at_work_. Bye Sally." Click. He _had_ succeeded in his plan though, the girls had slowly trudged away looking depressed.
Then Wufei retreated "into the shadows" to wait for chemistry class to start.
Quatre spent his unscheduled mod at D dodging as many girls as he could, incase they wanted to flirt with him... he was on pace to loose his last nerve if he didn't slow it down. Eventually he gave up and went to accounting class early. He found Accounting I was a refuge for him, but only because he sat right up front under the teacher's watchful eye and no one was willing (yet) to try her.
Trowa spent his unscheduled DEF mods writing a letter to Catherine and "paperwork" while dodging the media students and reporters from the Occasional, the school paper. He found the Study Center the best place since at least there there was a teacher-enforced silence for the Silencer to take refuge in.
Duo went to Algebra II and discovered that opting for the super-easy math might not have been his best decision ever... or at all. He was bored out of his mind-- so bored he started working on his "paperwork" too. He zoned out so bad that he didn't notice Mrs. Osmundson standing over him until 3 "doodles" later. He was all set for a nice little reprimand but her silent, disapproving glare was enough to get him to pay attention... at least for the rest of the class.
Wufei went to chemistry and sat at one of the lab tables. He took notes, like the other students... but only from Mr. Wallace and ignored the notes the girls passed to him. He tried not to answer too many questions in class, but they were discussing the properties of metal, and specifically Gundanium. As soon as class was called, Wufei rushed out and down the hall to gym. Hopefully the students there would actually be more serious with their studies of gym than their studies of him. Class was very interesting for Wufei, discovering that the other gym-class takers were freshman but he kicked major butt (well ball... he popped at least 3 of them)in kickball. He had to change in Mr. Kasten's office, since he wasn't allowed in the locker room to change (Mr. Kasten promised he'd get Mr. Kelly on moving the lockers ASAP once gym class was over).
Heero fled... er... escaped... er.... was free to go from art at mod E and went right down the hall to room 30 for computer class. He nearly had a heart attack upon discovering they were still covering only typing. He typed the assignment (and all the other assignments for the chapter) in 10 minutes then worked his way onto the Internet and discovered "Peaceful_Wind" was on.
Heero started shooting a few messages griping about the new school and how he couldn't believe that Wufei had done that at Peaceful until Peaceful finally replied with, "I know... Water told me. I'm assuming this is Soldier."
Heero replied with: "Water? Sal-- ZECHS!"
A few seconds later: "Yes... This is Wind. I hope you weren't trying to--" Then Heero must have "accidentally" hit a few wrong keys because the next thing he knew, the Blue Screen of Death was before him and the Internet connection was severed permanently... well until a very unhappy Mrs. Hargis spent most of the day and much of the next fixing it. He spent the rest of Computer Class working in the corner on his sketches, both for the Preventers and the quilt square.
Trowa and Duo proceeded to Shakespeare class to find a teacher who was actually _happy_ to have guys going to her school... since she didn't have look so hard for male actors for the school plays (Trowa REALLY didn't like those prospects).
Heero's next class was with Quatre. Both came out of their class, saw the other and went to 36 (the complete opposite end of the hall) together to sit one in front of the other (since "W" and "Y" are right next to each other in the alphabet when you skip "X." There aren't many people with a last name starting with "X" in the world, and I can't think of any at my school). Poor Heero hasn't gotten to get off third floor all morning... and now he was in one of the Junior Class's most feared class... Writing Process (I'm glad you can't see my shaking handwriting). In this class, they both received the "MLA handbook is your friend" speech and the rest of class to think of research topics.
"Heero, save me a seat and I'll be in shortly," Quatre said as he started to head toward his locker after the two of them were done with Writing Process. "I need to drop off my Accounting books and grab my wallet." (He was the only one in the group who could afford to loose money out of his wallet and trusted his lock enough to keep his money safe.)
Heero just grunted a reply as he set his stuff down on the bleachers before heading toward the café. As Quatre slipped into the locker room, Wufei came out of Mr. Kasten's office and said, "Where's Quatre go-- the locker room! Natuku, give us strength." Heero gave as much of a puzzled look as he could manage. "The freshman onnas are in there changing!"
Before Wufei had finished his statement, the sounds of screams, screeches, slaps, and slams could be heard. A very red-faced (or at least the part his hands weren't covering) Quatre was forcefully pushed out the locker room door to tumble out of the stage door, which was also slammed behind him, just in time to hear Wufei say "changing."
The commotion made Mr. Kasten run out of nowhere (as best as Mr. Kasten could run). He saw Quatre on the ground, face shining like Rudolph's nose, and paled. He turned to Wufei and said, "Get your friends. You are moving the lockers when the last girl is out." Then he moved just outside the stage door and yelled, "Girls-- hurry up... the boys need to move their lockers." He looked back and saw that none of the three boys moved and yelled even louder, "NOW!"
"Heero, look in the cafeteria. I think I saw Duo and Trowa go in there a little bit ago." Heero nodded, went in the double doors and saw the boys eating at the teacher's table... obviously not of their own choice. There weren't that many filled tables.
Heero walked up, said, "Were moving the lockers. Come on," and left fully believing that they would just leave their food and follow. To the teachers' surprise, the boys did just that. Duo took one last bite while Trowa quickly asked the teachers to watch their food and both left before there was an answer.
As last girl exited the locker room, Quatre was chanting "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" face buried in his hands, sitting on the bleachers near the door.
It was a funny sight to see the boys walk down the hall with a set of lockers between them just a few minutes later. They stopped at the office and Quatre asked where the lockers were to go. Girls gasped when they saw the other boys just casually stand there holding a corner of the lockers filled with their stuff and not even seem to notice one of them had let go. The boys had the pleasure of moving the awkward-shaped load during a mod change, so that was a bit of a challenge. Moving the lockers outside as it began to snow added a little to it. The lockers did end up in the convent, right out side of the priest's office, to Duo's griping. Mr. Kelly came later and bolted them to the wall-- thoroughly impressed that it only took the 5 of them to carry the lockers (but the boys were certain Heero and Wufei could have done it on their own.)
Duo sat down, finally, to finish eating his lunch. He took a look around, finding his lunch cold and boring by this point in time and said "Geez, there are a lot of girls wearing makeup here at this school... Who are they trying to impress? The other girls?" Then he gasped, "THEY'RE ALL YURI?!?!"
Quatre rolled his eyes at Duo and said, "People might think the same about us... since we live together, travel together, work together, and just about everything else together, but that doesn't make us yaoi."
Then Wufei said, "They probably don't feel right without makeup on... onnas," shook his head and ate some sandwich.
Followed by Trowa, "And some may have had it with them and put it on when they saw us on the announcements."
Heero commented "They probably are meeting their boyfriends after school, Duo." Then Heero looked at the clock and said, "Time for another class."
Heero's first class on second floor was Algebra II/Trigonometry Honors (Alg2/Trig Honors for short) at M. He entered after Trowa and Quatre to see Mrs. Hargis giving him her own personal version of "The DeathGlare" (she infringed on his patent!) which sent shivers up the spines of the girls who noticed it but the boys were immune, thanks to their time with Heero. "Why is she so angry with you, Heero?" Quatre whispered as they took seats next to each other by the Spanish poster, thinking it odd that there were Spanish posters in a math room then realizing it probably wasn't a normal math room at all.
"She's also my computer teacher.... Let's just say I came across Zechs during class on the 'net and when I found out it was him... well... my computer went blue screen and now there is no way of connecting to the Internet through ANY of the computers on the server." Heero said with a nonchalant shrug as he carefully put his laptop case under the desk... hoping the teacher wouldn't know what it really was and force him fix the 'net... He had better ways to waste his time than on the school's crappy system.
"You thought that you were talking to the 'Peaceful' half instead of the 'Wind' half of the Peacecraft handle-- didn't you!?" Quatre said with a smirk... until he received a _real_ DeathGlare.
Trowa, remaining silent through the exchange, brought the pilots' attention to the more-than-annoyed teacher. Once the boys faced forward, she said while closing the door, "I have your tests here for you to take. Our new students can take this test as an option. Although," then she (as teachers are known to do) looked directly into their eyes and took the option away, "it would be a way to find out if they are at the same level as everyone else in here."
So the boys took the challenge and test. It was mainly factoring and word problems with a few graphing questions. About a little less than halfway though the class, this announcement came on the PA: "Teachers, please pardon this interruption (like they have any choice!) Due to the fact that it _is_ snowing again and is only going to get harder, we will be closing school early. I repeat, we will close school early. At 1:00 a bell will ring and you will be free to go. For those... (Blah-blah-blah!)"
There was a muffled cheer in the room only because Mrs. Hargis reminded her students they were still taking a test. Quatre raised a hand to ask if he could call and arrange a ride. She said after he was done with the test. He had a very confused look on his face when she said that... "I've been done for about 7 minutes now." Her jaw, and the jaw of every student taking it for real, dropped at faster-than-light speed (last test we took only 1 person finished, maybe).
"Well.... if you're sure-- and you checked your answers-- I guess you can go. Everyone, put the test on my desk when you are done." Quatre got up and headed toward the desk... then Heero... and Trowa. "No way all three of you could be done. I'm going to grade these right now..." (She didn't mention the thoughts of cheats that was so obviously on her mind.)
Heero got out a bunch of drawing paper, remembered Trowa behind him, shuffled the papers and started to work on Wing Zero. Trowa just tapped Heero and wordlessly received some of the blank, unlined paper to work on Heavyarms some more. Outside, Quatre snuck down the stairs to use his "illegal" cell phone (which Rashid made him always carry around) since he knew that the line for the payphone had to be near a half mile long by now. He stood in the landing looking out the window (watching the white stuff fall!) so you couldn't really tell he _was_ on the phone.
Mrs. Hargis was having trouble digesting the boys' tests. She didn't think they cheated but every answer was right by the same unorthodox means so it couldn't be fully ruled out either. The motion word-problems really threw her off 'cause she couldn't follow any of the work. Finally she gave up and had Quatre, who just returned, come up and explain. "Easy. It's just like figuring out 2 missiles intercepting-- this equation here so I substituted the information from here, here, and here into that... so X equals 792. Then I took the windspeed into account, which isn't ever really constant but since they both head toward each other the variations are roughly the same so they pretty much cancel out and you end up with 2 hours." Don't worry. That went over Mrs. Hargis too. She came to the conclusion that the boys were either all crazy or way too advanced for her, but she was so baffled and confused that Quatre's reference to weaponry went way over her head, much to the Arabian's relief and good fortune.
Duo checked his schedule to discover he didn't have a class until N so M was spent hanging out on second floor talking with flirting girls and an Occasional reporter who kept talking about some drug problem he had which he must be denying at the moment. Every time he managed to sidetrack her he had to come back to the topic because she managed to go to a classified tangent. Finally he yelled, "I'm not a drug addict!" and Ms. Mueller came out and all but dragged Duo by the ear to her room. As he went away, he yelled, "Fine-- here's a quote: 'Shinigami is high on life!'"
For his trouble, Duo spent the rest of the mod receiving a lecture against being in the hall during a mod. By the end of it, Duo was ready to face OZ, the Alliance, _and_ White Fang again just to get away. If it had lasted another 30 seconds, he would have happily added the Barton Foundation to the list and all single-handedly with his partially remade Deathscythe.
He seriously did run down to 28 as soon as the atomic clock (which Ms. Mueller holds in the highest regard) read the mod change. When he got there he discovered Wufei had used his unscheduled M to try figuring out how to get out of French. As soon as Duo darted in, Wufei turned and exclaimed, "Maxwell! They got you-- You're in here too?"
Duo shared a 'you're crazy' look with Wufei then said, "Yeah... I have no language credit to my name. All that I know I learned on the street and while we were... 'globe hopping.'"
"The problem is he's claiming his English credits should count as a foreign language." Sister Judith said with an amused grin.
"You don't know where he's coming from though. There it _was_ a foreign language. His natural one is Chinese." Duo lounged back in his and chuckled some, "What DID you're English credits transfer as... English?"
"Yes, if you mean literature, and so did my true literature credits." Wufei said with a dark glare.
A thoroughly amused Duo pulled on an amused grin, and said, "Well, count yourself lucky! I bet you don't have to take any literature while you go here... and from what I hear about 'Writing Process' you REALLY should count yourself lucky." When that didn't change his mood, Duo rolled his eyes and pulled the trump card out of his back pocket: "Come on... don't be weak, or does French scare you? Think of it as another 'injustice' you have to over come." Wufei looked like Catherine throwing knives... only instead of throwing to outline a brother, Wufei would have been throwing to stab an American.
Then the "school closing early" announcement was made on the PA and Sr. Judith said, as she went to one of her closets, "Well, looks like you two will have some more time to figure out the French language." Next she pulled out two books... for each of them.
Wufei somehow managed to convince Duo to take all four French books to their lockers, although he 'neglected' to tell him his lock combination. Duo threw all four in his own locker fearing the mod change would be over if he took the time to pick it and Wufei wasn't worth defacing school property. As Duo turned to sprint to his last class, Father Nick came out of his office. "Oh... you must be one of the new students. I've been expecting you."
"Yes I am, Father, but I have to go... now."
"Nonsense. You just got here... come in-come in," as Father tried bringing the stubborn boy into his office. See, Father teaches a class where students from St. Mary's (an all-boys high school) drive to RK to... do something with Father (I don't really know what). That's what Father Nick thought Duo was there for.
Dou didn't know this fact and could only think of the horrors of another meeting with Mrs. Mueller. "No-- you don't understand-- I'M LATE FOR RELIGION!!" Duo yelled as he flew down the hall and out the door. Luckily Sr. Maxine came out and explained it to the poor confused priest.
Duo raced at a real break-neck speed through the wet-snowy courtyard and into the super-soggy hall of the school. Now Duo did REALLY fly as he tripped/slipped and his feet lost contact with the floor. Luckily (or maybe un-luckily) Trowa and Heero were standing in the doorway of room 2 and caught/cushioned his landing. 'I hope you had _planned_ to land in Religion and not on us Duo," Trowa said as he and Heero lifted Duo off themselves and dropped him back to the floor (Sr. Vincella had just said to put everything on the floor gently-- though Duo would argue against their "gentleness").
The boys moved to sit in the 2 computer chairs or stand/sit near there. Class prayer occurred, and quietly Quatre then informed Duo Rashid was told by Lady Une they had to work all night and would stay the night in their barracks. Duo raised his hand and asked, "Is it too late to pray my girlfriend will forgive me for breaking off our date tonight?"
Heads turned at his question-- "whipped around" might be a better term. Heero noted the reaction and said, "Hilde will understand when you explain it to her."
"Do you think _Relena_ would understand? Wait--" then Duo touched his pointer finger to his forehead then out, "You'd have Zechs do it... wouldn't you?"
Heero's emotionless mask momentarily slipped into indignation, "I would not-- andthereisnothinggoingonbetweenusanyway." He crossed his arms and glared at Duo (though it bordered on pouting).
"Duo-- what here was _trying_ to get at was Hilde has been in the mil-- Millardo Peacecraft residence and knows how much work it is... especially for us." Okay... Trowa didn't come up with the best way to cover saying "military" but it was the best he could do on the spur of the moment.
"Oh... you work for the Peacecrafts?" a very interested nun asked.
"Well... Heero is really da--" SMACK!!!
"Heero-- that's uncalled for!"
"No it wasn't," Wufei said as he leaned on the file cabinet. "You just believe it is unjust since you don't know the situation." Mutter-mutter-mutter (something not appropriate for a nun's ears and a potential health risk for Wufei if any of the girls had heard).
An idea crossed Sr. Vincella's face, which can be potentially dangerous. "Why don't we use this shortened class to get to know you/ Why don't we start with something simple... nicknames. What do people call you?"
Wufei went first with "Lone Dragon"... then he had to explain it as best he was allowed. The same went for Quatre's "Camel of the Desert" and Heero's "Perfect Soldier." By the time they got to Duo's "Shinigami" and Trowa's 2, "The World's Saddest Clown" and "The Silencer" everyone had learned it was better NOT to know about the boys with these _seriously_ disturbed friends.
Someone raised their hand and asked, "Sister... about the wedding project--"
"Oh-- thank you dear! I almost forgot! I have outlines and rough directions for you all... quickly girls-- hand out these papers!"
"Wedding project? Wedding?" Heero stuttered in shock... talk about something he REALLY didn't want to do... There was WAY too much potential for _someone_ to get the wrong impression! "I will not do this!"
"You have to do this or a holy orders..." (Duo snickered how Heero could never be a priest) "It's part of your grade. I think wedding will be easier to do."
"It's a MISSION Heero." Quatre said as they got their own papers.
"Fine... Mission accepted," he growled out.
"It shouldn't be that hard. I've been married," Wufei said casually. When he looked up he noticed that most-- no, all-- the people were staring at him. "What? It was an arranged marriage... a culture thing."
"I... I think there is a school policy against being married... or something like that." Sister stammered in surprise.
"That's fine. I'm not married anymore. I'm a widower." Then the Chinese pilot was saved from further examination by the bell.
They made their way to their lockers across the path which was quickly becoming covered in ice. Trowa had no problems (unlike the others). Quatre complained through shivering teeth how he missed his nice warm desert. They went by cutting through the rest of the convent to the street and the black limo.
Heero opened on door and out flew Trevor (his cat!) into his arms. Trevor just ruined all the hard work Heero had done to make himself seem "un-cute" if that is even possible. Girls forgot about getting in their cars and came over to see the little neko. He quickly got in the limo (which also altered opinions of the boys) and was followed by everyone else. Quatre looked over and saw the poor girls standing at the bus stop, and told Rashid (who also apologized for the cat sneaking into the limo) to pick them up. "Now Quatre, we can't--"
"Heero, you know how cold it is and what if Rel--"
"Fine, but you have to explain this to them." To Heero's surprise, Quatre actually did do it rather well. He said he had to go to a shareholder's meeting (which he did) but claimed to be one of the people who ran around handing out papers. They found it odd he was in a limo, but accepted the explanation. When he asked the girls to help his friends ride the train (so they could go to the base in that awful weather) they agreed. It might not have been the smartest move ever made but it at least got them out of the cold and waiting for the next bus coming in 15 minutes.
The girls oowed and ahhed at the limo and absolutely adored the black and white cat. When they all (but Quatre who still had to go to his meeting) got out, Heero was certain the next school day would be worse than the current one if they didn't come up with some sort of a plan.
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I apologize RK students who noticed I fully mutilated the time line of a bunch of these classes. I used my Incomprehensibly Grand Author-Power to make time bend to my wishes for optimum humor. (MMWWWAAAHAHAHAHHAHAA.... hm... have you noticed most evil maniacal laughter starts with "M")
Okay... that was long... I tried to keep it short... really I did! All of you who made it through to the end win a great bit smile! (\__/) Pat yourselves on the back (if you're flexible) and review! People deserve to know who can do it! Next part will be out shortly.... if I get MY _own_ Writing Process paper done, if not it might be a while. (Did you know over 345 Cinderella stories in exist?)
Axisor
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By Axisor
ENJOY--I command you (lol). Review-- I beseech you. I enjoy all the reviews and they really help. I got plenty of them to post this part. I was impressed. (I'm trying to keep this short.)
Disclaimer-- I own nothing but I'd use my extra X-mas money to buy Trowa (if someone would sell him for that and tell me where to find that deal) but the OC of Trevor (he managed his cameo in this part). The school exists but belongs to the Archdiocese.
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Heero walked down the third floor hallway a little (he really just crossed the hall to room 33) to his first class... something called "Fiber Fabrics." He knew it was an art class (since he used his brilliant sense of deduction in combination with the fact the class was in the art room). He also knew whatever this class was, he needed it as part of his fine art credit, a category his transcript severely lacked, so he had to take it, no matter what. Heero was on edge since Wufei had already botched one thing up (well two, catholic and all-girls) so who knows how many other things he could have screwed up.
He entered the room as the seniors, whose homeroom it was, flooded out. He received smiles, warm and friendly greetings, winks, approving looks, and a butt load of embarrassment (although he wouldn't/couldn't show anyone it). He played "Mr. Stone-Face" until he noticed the girls were slowing down their exit to whisper to each other, therefore hampering his entrance. Then he started to play "Mr. DeathGlare-Face" which received the favorable response of them getting out of his way-- immediately.
Heero sighed as he sat in the closest chair to him. He shifted the wooden chair (and in it too) to get more comfortable (believe me-- even Heero couldn't stand one when you aren't in it right) and saw his comrades following a young woman --a teacher, not a student-- down the hall. "In trouble already..." he tsked.
While waiting for class to start, he worked on some... uh... "paperwork." The Preventers were secretly --very secretly, very covertly, and very sneakily-- rebuilding the Gundams... incase another Marimeia decided to show up. The plan was so crafty they hid it out in the open where anyone could see them built. Those people at the Preventers organization are geniuses... openly using taxpayer money to rebuild those wonderful, magnificent pieces of museum exhibits. "Replicas to help the people remember how bravely the soldiers and rebels fought to bring about the peace the people now live" was the slogan for the campaign (and a LONG slogan at that-- much longer than... say... "Tippecanoe and Tyler Too").
One of the Preventer cover organizations "just happened" to get the contract and that was just a short ride out from RK-- which was that real reason why Wufei chose that school... or at least the _main_ reason. The boys would much rather be near where the "replicas" were being built than far away, but it was too funny and too much fun to make fun of Wufei and Sally Po.
So Heero sat and worked on drawing the design and specs for the "replica" of Wing Zero and figure out what hidden improvements he could add to the "working model." Believe it or not, Heero was so "into" his work he didn't see Sister Ann Marie until she come up behind him and said, "That's a wonderful drawing. Are you here for Graphic Design and Printmaking?"
A _VERY_ startled Heero looked up suddenly at the red-haired nun. With his hands off of Wing Zero, the art teacher took the drawing and papers underneath. "Yyour line quality is excellent and shading is great. The subject matter leaves something to be desired, but the drawing itself is so good it looks like _you_ were the one to use the machine-- or a personal connection with it." Only Heero's training kept him from sweatdropping and soon that almost failed him as she started flipping through the other pages of more detailed designs of just an arm... or a leg... or a wing... or a _cockpit_. If she made the connection...
"You should vary your portfolio more-- and sign the art-- but other than that, it's pretty good." Heero silently let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She hadn't made the connection! "This is good enough. I'll let you skip the prerequisite. It should be interesting to see how you do in Design."
"I'm not here for 'Design.' I'm here for 'Fiber Fabrics.' That's what my schedule says so I must take." Heero said adamantly... if he only knew what he was arguing for.
Sister thought for a little bit... then said, "Can you draw anything else, besides Mobile Suits?"
He hmph-ed then pulled out his laptop (he was carrying it around in a computer bag which fit the school's regulations of being able to fit under a desk) and started booting up the hard drive. "I've scanned some in here." When he saw the look of disbelief on his teacher's face, he shrugged and went back to his laptop to play around in the desktop (Window A.C. 196) until he brought up a bunch of windows. "Here, you can see some of them," he said as he pivoted it to face her. She looked down, still in disbelief, and stuttered:
"These- these are nice, but can I see the originals?"
Heero inwardly sighed and said, "There at home, but I also made some on here, like this one," then set his fingers flying on the keyboard brining up a picture of Earth surround by an astral cloud with four Japanese characters around it. When he saw that she was suitably impressed, he hit a few more keys and the characters began to rotate slowly and weave patterns on the screen around the rotating planet and through the cloud.
"That's... impressive. You must know more about computer graphic than I do (She's still on a Macintosh, people! Sorry to those Mac users out there but... no... not good computer!) I guess you can skip that prerequisite too." (yeah, OOC for Sister SAM (or Satan to some) but I didn't think many would care) Then Sister went to her desk, picked up some papers and set them down in front of Heero. "Our first project is to make and quilt a quilt square."
That time Heero DID sweatdrop.
Meanwhile, outside the art room, the boys were approached by a young, blond teacher who asked, "Gentleman, where you supposed to be?"
The four looked at their schedules and all said, "Room 22."
"Modern Global? That's what I teach. Follow me," and so they followed Ms. Bartley down to room 22. Just as they were about to enter the junior-filled room, Wufei looked at his schedule and realized he was following the wrong day.
"Wait, I was wrong. I'm unscheduled. This isn't day 3," He said making a hasty getaway leaving the other boys to shrug and enter to take desks in the.
"Well, according to the atomic clock on the wall, class should have started about 30 seconds ago, so let's start."
"You guys run on atomic clocks??! Let's get into the bomb shelter. The clock's gonna blow!!" Duo yelled and proceeded to duck-and-cover.
"Yeah right," a girl said in front as everyone else laughed. "We've got expensive atomic clocks controlled by the national atomic clock out in Colorado someplace which sends long radio waves here to ours so that Miss Mueller can stand out in the hall and yell at everyone for being in the hall 2 seconds past mod change...." The girl said sarcastically and received agreement and laughs from the girls around her.
"Class... can I teach now?" Miss Bartley asked.
"Sure, go on ahead."
Miss Bartley rolled her eyes and said, "Today, and for the next few weeks, we are doing something different. We won't need our textbooks... since I know most of you don't use them anyway." There were some stifled laughs as everyone shifted their stuff. "We will be discussing some _real_ modern history-- the war between the space colonies and Earth."
"This should be easy," Duo said as he laid back to lounge in his desk.
"I wouldn't assume that, Duo." Trowa said from his desk to the left of the overconfident braided-wonder.
"Can anyone tell me how the war started?"
Duo's hand shot up. He said (not really called on): "Everyone knows it was started by Tre-- the Oz organization tricking He-- Gundam pilot 0-1 into destroying a plane the Alliance pacifists were on. Then there wasn't much opposition in saying He- the act as a declaration of war by the space colonies and starting a coup dè tate by Oz."
"No, that's not it... or how it happened."
As Duo started to squeak out a complaint, Quatre said softly only for Duo and Trowa's ears: "That wasn't how the public heard the story." Then he raised his hand so he could say when called on, "It was the assassination of President Heero Yuy, who was not related to our friend Heero Yuy, which brought about Project Meteor and the Gundams to Earth as the fighter for the colonies."
"No... that's not it either. I've never heard of Project Meteor. Trowa, would you care to try?" Miss Bartley asked, assuming that Trowa would be the next try.
"Not really. We're from the colonies and from different colonies. We know different facts than you seem to, so why should I try?" Trowa shrugged. He wasn't lying, really, but laying out facts to let her draw her own connections.
"History _is_ colored by sides and victors and cultures." Miss Bartley said, impressed with his diplomatic answer. "You're answers maybe correct, but we don't have those facts. What you should write down is that..." then turned to start writing on the board. Absentmindedly, the three wrote down what she said but argued in the back softly about what they could and could not tell. They really had no idea what extent of their knowledge was still classified. If they made it through the day, they would have to remember to look it up.
Wufei waited impatiently for the girl in front of him to get off the payphone. Finally she got the hint from his scowl, crossed arms, and tapping foot and got off. As soon as she stepped away from the phone, Wufei picked up the handset and began to type numbers in as furiously as if he were in a battle. He paused, pressed more numbers in rapidly, muttered something into the phone, and pressed in even more numbers (causing the girls walking past him in the R-Kade to stop and sweatdrop) until he finally stopped. Next thing the girls knew, the "cute guy" was reciting numbers and letters very quickly into the phone until he finally said something that made an ounce of sense "The water's fine."
Wufei, who was completely unaware of the girls behind him, was trying to get through to the Preventer base using his calling card. Then he had to get connected to the person he wanted to talk to, Preventer Water. Finally, after he made his connection, he started talking mumbo-jumbo again.
"Water? Shelong here. I have a status report."
"Report Shelong," the other voice said.
"Sahara, Silencer, and Shingami have been captured. The enemy is attempting to debrief them now, having some success with Shingami. Soldier has taken refuge with the artisans. There has been a mistake in the orders though. Our cover has been compromised with onnas."
"Shelong! What are you talking about?" The mysterious voice asked. "Are civilians there-- if so, stop using code... it's a secure line. You could blow your cover entirely."
Wufei looked over his shoulder to see girls giggling and waving. "You're right, Sally." The girls frowned and dispersed a little when they figured out he was talking weirdo to a girl. "Quatre, Trowa, and Duo were taken to history class where they are discussing the war and the teacher is trying to see how much any of her students know and Duo's trying to tell her uh.... 'not widely known' information. Heero is in some sort of art class. The mistake: we've been enrolled in an all-girls school."
Sally Po laughed softly and began to tease: "And whose fault is that? If I recall, you were very much impressed with how well you enrolled all of yourselves into that 'cover' without the help of Heero."
Wufei's face went bright red and he yelled, "Don't play with me you-- you-- ONNA!" into the phone.
Sally chuckled a little louder then chided, "Calm down Wufei. We don't need you getting in trouble on your first day of school. They might make you stay after so you can't come to work."
"Speaking of which, I need to know what our work hours are for today..."
Sally gave some reply. The girls let out a collective sigh as they thought the "cute, little foreign boy" was only talking to his employer. Once the sigh reached Wufei's ears, though, he said, "So do you want to go out and do something AFTER work tonight?"
"WHAT?!?!" Sally said in total shock. "Wufei are you feeling all right? Do I need to come down to that school and give you a doctor's excuse to get out of there? Are you that desperate to get out?"
"Uh-hu? Movie... sounds good. Chinese or English?" Wufei, trying not to cringe at Sally's yelling.
"Oh... I see now... there are girls still around you, aren't they? Hm... well, I can still hold you to that movie though... can't I?" Sally said in a "knowing," teasing voice.
"Um... no-no-no that's okay. We'll figure it out AFTER school... _at_work_. Bye Sally." Click. He _had_ succeeded in his plan though, the girls had slowly trudged away looking depressed.
Then Wufei retreated "into the shadows" to wait for chemistry class to start.
Quatre spent his unscheduled mod at D dodging as many girls as he could, incase they wanted to flirt with him... he was on pace to loose his last nerve if he didn't slow it down. Eventually he gave up and went to accounting class early. He found Accounting I was a refuge for him, but only because he sat right up front under the teacher's watchful eye and no one was willing (yet) to try her.
Trowa spent his unscheduled DEF mods writing a letter to Catherine and "paperwork" while dodging the media students and reporters from the Occasional, the school paper. He found the Study Center the best place since at least there there was a teacher-enforced silence for the Silencer to take refuge in.
Duo went to Algebra II and discovered that opting for the super-easy math might not have been his best decision ever... or at all. He was bored out of his mind-- so bored he started working on his "paperwork" too. He zoned out so bad that he didn't notice Mrs. Osmundson standing over him until 3 "doodles" later. He was all set for a nice little reprimand but her silent, disapproving glare was enough to get him to pay attention... at least for the rest of the class.
Wufei went to chemistry and sat at one of the lab tables. He took notes, like the other students... but only from Mr. Wallace and ignored the notes the girls passed to him. He tried not to answer too many questions in class, but they were discussing the properties of metal, and specifically Gundanium. As soon as class was called, Wufei rushed out and down the hall to gym. Hopefully the students there would actually be more serious with their studies of gym than their studies of him. Class was very interesting for Wufei, discovering that the other gym-class takers were freshman but he kicked major butt (well ball... he popped at least 3 of them)in kickball. He had to change in Mr. Kasten's office, since he wasn't allowed in the locker room to change (Mr. Kasten promised he'd get Mr. Kelly on moving the lockers ASAP once gym class was over).
Heero fled... er... escaped... er.... was free to go from art at mod E and went right down the hall to room 30 for computer class. He nearly had a heart attack upon discovering they were still covering only typing. He typed the assignment (and all the other assignments for the chapter) in 10 minutes then worked his way onto the Internet and discovered "Peaceful_Wind" was on.
Heero started shooting a few messages griping about the new school and how he couldn't believe that Wufei had done that at Peaceful until Peaceful finally replied with, "I know... Water told me. I'm assuming this is Soldier."
Heero replied with: "Water? Sal-- ZECHS!"
A few seconds later: "Yes... This is Wind. I hope you weren't trying to--" Then Heero must have "accidentally" hit a few wrong keys because the next thing he knew, the Blue Screen of Death was before him and the Internet connection was severed permanently... well until a very unhappy Mrs. Hargis spent most of the day and much of the next fixing it. He spent the rest of Computer Class working in the corner on his sketches, both for the Preventers and the quilt square.
Trowa and Duo proceeded to Shakespeare class to find a teacher who was actually _happy_ to have guys going to her school... since she didn't have look so hard for male actors for the school plays (Trowa REALLY didn't like those prospects).
Heero's next class was with Quatre. Both came out of their class, saw the other and went to 36 (the complete opposite end of the hall) together to sit one in front of the other (since "W" and "Y" are right next to each other in the alphabet when you skip "X." There aren't many people with a last name starting with "X" in the world, and I can't think of any at my school). Poor Heero hasn't gotten to get off third floor all morning... and now he was in one of the Junior Class's most feared class... Writing Process (I'm glad you can't see my shaking handwriting). In this class, they both received the "MLA handbook is your friend" speech and the rest of class to think of research topics.
"Heero, save me a seat and I'll be in shortly," Quatre said as he started to head toward his locker after the two of them were done with Writing Process. "I need to drop off my Accounting books and grab my wallet." (He was the only one in the group who could afford to loose money out of his wallet and trusted his lock enough to keep his money safe.)
Heero just grunted a reply as he set his stuff down on the bleachers before heading toward the café. As Quatre slipped into the locker room, Wufei came out of Mr. Kasten's office and said, "Where's Quatre go-- the locker room! Natuku, give us strength." Heero gave as much of a puzzled look as he could manage. "The freshman onnas are in there changing!"
Before Wufei had finished his statement, the sounds of screams, screeches, slaps, and slams could be heard. A very red-faced (or at least the part his hands weren't covering) Quatre was forcefully pushed out the locker room door to tumble out of the stage door, which was also slammed behind him, just in time to hear Wufei say "changing."
The commotion made Mr. Kasten run out of nowhere (as best as Mr. Kasten could run). He saw Quatre on the ground, face shining like Rudolph's nose, and paled. He turned to Wufei and said, "Get your friends. You are moving the lockers when the last girl is out." Then he moved just outside the stage door and yelled, "Girls-- hurry up... the boys need to move their lockers." He looked back and saw that none of the three boys moved and yelled even louder, "NOW!"
"Heero, look in the cafeteria. I think I saw Duo and Trowa go in there a little bit ago." Heero nodded, went in the double doors and saw the boys eating at the teacher's table... obviously not of their own choice. There weren't that many filled tables.
Heero walked up, said, "Were moving the lockers. Come on," and left fully believing that they would just leave their food and follow. To the teachers' surprise, the boys did just that. Duo took one last bite while Trowa quickly asked the teachers to watch their food and both left before there was an answer.
As last girl exited the locker room, Quatre was chanting "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" face buried in his hands, sitting on the bleachers near the door.
It was a funny sight to see the boys walk down the hall with a set of lockers between them just a few minutes later. They stopped at the office and Quatre asked where the lockers were to go. Girls gasped when they saw the other boys just casually stand there holding a corner of the lockers filled with their stuff and not even seem to notice one of them had let go. The boys had the pleasure of moving the awkward-shaped load during a mod change, so that was a bit of a challenge. Moving the lockers outside as it began to snow added a little to it. The lockers did end up in the convent, right out side of the priest's office, to Duo's griping. Mr. Kelly came later and bolted them to the wall-- thoroughly impressed that it only took the 5 of them to carry the lockers (but the boys were certain Heero and Wufei could have done it on their own.)
Duo sat down, finally, to finish eating his lunch. He took a look around, finding his lunch cold and boring by this point in time and said "Geez, there are a lot of girls wearing makeup here at this school... Who are they trying to impress? The other girls?" Then he gasped, "THEY'RE ALL YURI?!?!"
Quatre rolled his eyes at Duo and said, "People might think the same about us... since we live together, travel together, work together, and just about everything else together, but that doesn't make us yaoi."
Then Wufei said, "They probably don't feel right without makeup on... onnas," shook his head and ate some sandwich.
Followed by Trowa, "And some may have had it with them and put it on when they saw us on the announcements."
Heero commented "They probably are meeting their boyfriends after school, Duo." Then Heero looked at the clock and said, "Time for another class."
Heero's first class on second floor was Algebra II/Trigonometry Honors (Alg2/Trig Honors for short) at M. He entered after Trowa and Quatre to see Mrs. Hargis giving him her own personal version of "The DeathGlare" (she infringed on his patent!) which sent shivers up the spines of the girls who noticed it but the boys were immune, thanks to their time with Heero. "Why is she so angry with you, Heero?" Quatre whispered as they took seats next to each other by the Spanish poster, thinking it odd that there were Spanish posters in a math room then realizing it probably wasn't a normal math room at all.
"She's also my computer teacher.... Let's just say I came across Zechs during class on the 'net and when I found out it was him... well... my computer went blue screen and now there is no way of connecting to the Internet through ANY of the computers on the server." Heero said with a nonchalant shrug as he carefully put his laptop case under the desk... hoping the teacher wouldn't know what it really was and force him fix the 'net... He had better ways to waste his time than on the school's crappy system.
"You thought that you were talking to the 'Peaceful' half instead of the 'Wind' half of the Peacecraft handle-- didn't you!?" Quatre said with a smirk... until he received a _real_ DeathGlare.
Trowa, remaining silent through the exchange, brought the pilots' attention to the more-than-annoyed teacher. Once the boys faced forward, she said while closing the door, "I have your tests here for you to take. Our new students can take this test as an option. Although," then she (as teachers are known to do) looked directly into their eyes and took the option away, "it would be a way to find out if they are at the same level as everyone else in here."
So the boys took the challenge and test. It was mainly factoring and word problems with a few graphing questions. About a little less than halfway though the class, this announcement came on the PA: "Teachers, please pardon this interruption (like they have any choice!) Due to the fact that it _is_ snowing again and is only going to get harder, we will be closing school early. I repeat, we will close school early. At 1:00 a bell will ring and you will be free to go. For those... (Blah-blah-blah!)"
There was a muffled cheer in the room only because Mrs. Hargis reminded her students they were still taking a test. Quatre raised a hand to ask if he could call and arrange a ride. She said after he was done with the test. He had a very confused look on his face when she said that... "I've been done for about 7 minutes now." Her jaw, and the jaw of every student taking it for real, dropped at faster-than-light speed (last test we took only 1 person finished, maybe).
"Well.... if you're sure-- and you checked your answers-- I guess you can go. Everyone, put the test on my desk when you are done." Quatre got up and headed toward the desk... then Heero... and Trowa. "No way all three of you could be done. I'm going to grade these right now..." (She didn't mention the thoughts of cheats that was so obviously on her mind.)
Heero got out a bunch of drawing paper, remembered Trowa behind him, shuffled the papers and started to work on Wing Zero. Trowa just tapped Heero and wordlessly received some of the blank, unlined paper to work on Heavyarms some more. Outside, Quatre snuck down the stairs to use his "illegal" cell phone (which Rashid made him always carry around) since he knew that the line for the payphone had to be near a half mile long by now. He stood in the landing looking out the window (watching the white stuff fall!) so you couldn't really tell he _was_ on the phone.
Mrs. Hargis was having trouble digesting the boys' tests. She didn't think they cheated but every answer was right by the same unorthodox means so it couldn't be fully ruled out either. The motion word-problems really threw her off 'cause she couldn't follow any of the work. Finally she gave up and had Quatre, who just returned, come up and explain. "Easy. It's just like figuring out 2 missiles intercepting-- this equation here so I substituted the information from here, here, and here into that... so X equals 792. Then I took the windspeed into account, which isn't ever really constant but since they both head toward each other the variations are roughly the same so they pretty much cancel out and you end up with 2 hours." Don't worry. That went over Mrs. Hargis too. She came to the conclusion that the boys were either all crazy or way too advanced for her, but she was so baffled and confused that Quatre's reference to weaponry went way over her head, much to the Arabian's relief and good fortune.
Duo checked his schedule to discover he didn't have a class until N so M was spent hanging out on second floor talking with flirting girls and an Occasional reporter who kept talking about some drug problem he had which he must be denying at the moment. Every time he managed to sidetrack her he had to come back to the topic because she managed to go to a classified tangent. Finally he yelled, "I'm not a drug addict!" and Ms. Mueller came out and all but dragged Duo by the ear to her room. As he went away, he yelled, "Fine-- here's a quote: 'Shinigami is high on life!'"
For his trouble, Duo spent the rest of the mod receiving a lecture against being in the hall during a mod. By the end of it, Duo was ready to face OZ, the Alliance, _and_ White Fang again just to get away. If it had lasted another 30 seconds, he would have happily added the Barton Foundation to the list and all single-handedly with his partially remade Deathscythe.
He seriously did run down to 28 as soon as the atomic clock (which Ms. Mueller holds in the highest regard) read the mod change. When he got there he discovered Wufei had used his unscheduled M to try figuring out how to get out of French. As soon as Duo darted in, Wufei turned and exclaimed, "Maxwell! They got you-- You're in here too?"
Duo shared a 'you're crazy' look with Wufei then said, "Yeah... I have no language credit to my name. All that I know I learned on the street and while we were... 'globe hopping.'"
"The problem is he's claiming his English credits should count as a foreign language." Sister Judith said with an amused grin.
"You don't know where he's coming from though. There it _was_ a foreign language. His natural one is Chinese." Duo lounged back in his and chuckled some, "What DID you're English credits transfer as... English?"
"Yes, if you mean literature, and so did my true literature credits." Wufei said with a dark glare.
A thoroughly amused Duo pulled on an amused grin, and said, "Well, count yourself lucky! I bet you don't have to take any literature while you go here... and from what I hear about 'Writing Process' you REALLY should count yourself lucky." When that didn't change his mood, Duo rolled his eyes and pulled the trump card out of his back pocket: "Come on... don't be weak, or does French scare you? Think of it as another 'injustice' you have to over come." Wufei looked like Catherine throwing knives... only instead of throwing to outline a brother, Wufei would have been throwing to stab an American.
Then the "school closing early" announcement was made on the PA and Sr. Judith said, as she went to one of her closets, "Well, looks like you two will have some more time to figure out the French language." Next she pulled out two books... for each of them.
Wufei somehow managed to convince Duo to take all four French books to their lockers, although he 'neglected' to tell him his lock combination. Duo threw all four in his own locker fearing the mod change would be over if he took the time to pick it and Wufei wasn't worth defacing school property. As Duo turned to sprint to his last class, Father Nick came out of his office. "Oh... you must be one of the new students. I've been expecting you."
"Yes I am, Father, but I have to go... now."
"Nonsense. You just got here... come in-come in," as Father tried bringing the stubborn boy into his office. See, Father teaches a class where students from St. Mary's (an all-boys high school) drive to RK to... do something with Father (I don't really know what). That's what Father Nick thought Duo was there for.
Dou didn't know this fact and could only think of the horrors of another meeting with Mrs. Mueller. "No-- you don't understand-- I'M LATE FOR RELIGION!!" Duo yelled as he flew down the hall and out the door. Luckily Sr. Maxine came out and explained it to the poor confused priest.
Duo raced at a real break-neck speed through the wet-snowy courtyard and into the super-soggy hall of the school. Now Duo did REALLY fly as he tripped/slipped and his feet lost contact with the floor. Luckily (or maybe un-luckily) Trowa and Heero were standing in the doorway of room 2 and caught/cushioned his landing. 'I hope you had _planned_ to land in Religion and not on us Duo," Trowa said as he and Heero lifted Duo off themselves and dropped him back to the floor (Sr. Vincella had just said to put everything on the floor gently-- though Duo would argue against their "gentleness").
The boys moved to sit in the 2 computer chairs or stand/sit near there. Class prayer occurred, and quietly Quatre then informed Duo Rashid was told by Lady Une they had to work all night and would stay the night in their barracks. Duo raised his hand and asked, "Is it too late to pray my girlfriend will forgive me for breaking off our date tonight?"
Heads turned at his question-- "whipped around" might be a better term. Heero noted the reaction and said, "Hilde will understand when you explain it to her."
"Do you think _Relena_ would understand? Wait--" then Duo touched his pointer finger to his forehead then out, "You'd have Zechs do it... wouldn't you?"
Heero's emotionless mask momentarily slipped into indignation, "I would not-- andthereisnothinggoingonbetweenusanyway." He crossed his arms and glared at Duo (though it bordered on pouting).
"Duo-- what here was _trying_ to get at was Hilde has been in the mil-- Millardo Peacecraft residence and knows how much work it is... especially for us." Okay... Trowa didn't come up with the best way to cover saying "military" but it was the best he could do on the spur of the moment.
"Oh... you work for the Peacecrafts?" a very interested nun asked.
"Well... Heero is really da--" SMACK!!!
"Heero-- that's uncalled for!"
"No it wasn't," Wufei said as he leaned on the file cabinet. "You just believe it is unjust since you don't know the situation." Mutter-mutter-mutter (something not appropriate for a nun's ears and a potential health risk for Wufei if any of the girls had heard).
An idea crossed Sr. Vincella's face, which can be potentially dangerous. "Why don't we use this shortened class to get to know you/ Why don't we start with something simple... nicknames. What do people call you?"
Wufei went first with "Lone Dragon"... then he had to explain it as best he was allowed. The same went for Quatre's "Camel of the Desert" and Heero's "Perfect Soldier." By the time they got to Duo's "Shinigami" and Trowa's 2, "The World's Saddest Clown" and "The Silencer" everyone had learned it was better NOT to know about the boys with these _seriously_ disturbed friends.
Someone raised their hand and asked, "Sister... about the wedding project--"
"Oh-- thank you dear! I almost forgot! I have outlines and rough directions for you all... quickly girls-- hand out these papers!"
"Wedding project? Wedding?" Heero stuttered in shock... talk about something he REALLY didn't want to do... There was WAY too much potential for _someone_ to get the wrong impression! "I will not do this!"
"You have to do this or a holy orders..." (Duo snickered how Heero could never be a priest) "It's part of your grade. I think wedding will be easier to do."
"It's a MISSION Heero." Quatre said as they got their own papers.
"Fine... Mission accepted," he growled out.
"It shouldn't be that hard. I've been married," Wufei said casually. When he looked up he noticed that most-- no, all-- the people were staring at him. "What? It was an arranged marriage... a culture thing."
"I... I think there is a school policy against being married... or something like that." Sister stammered in surprise.
"That's fine. I'm not married anymore. I'm a widower." Then the Chinese pilot was saved from further examination by the bell.
They made their way to their lockers across the path which was quickly becoming covered in ice. Trowa had no problems (unlike the others). Quatre complained through shivering teeth how he missed his nice warm desert. They went by cutting through the rest of the convent to the street and the black limo.
Heero opened on door and out flew Trevor (his cat!) into his arms. Trevor just ruined all the hard work Heero had done to make himself seem "un-cute" if that is even possible. Girls forgot about getting in their cars and came over to see the little neko. He quickly got in the limo (which also altered opinions of the boys) and was followed by everyone else. Quatre looked over and saw the poor girls standing at the bus stop, and told Rashid (who also apologized for the cat sneaking into the limo) to pick them up. "Now Quatre, we can't--"
"Heero, you know how cold it is and what if Rel--"
"Fine, but you have to explain this to them." To Heero's surprise, Quatre actually did do it rather well. He said he had to go to a shareholder's meeting (which he did) but claimed to be one of the people who ran around handing out papers. They found it odd he was in a limo, but accepted the explanation. When he asked the girls to help his friends ride the train (so they could go to the base in that awful weather) they agreed. It might not have been the smartest move ever made but it at least got them out of the cold and waiting for the next bus coming in 15 minutes.
The girls oowed and ahhed at the limo and absolutely adored the black and white cat. When they all (but Quatre who still had to go to his meeting) got out, Heero was certain the next school day would be worse than the current one if they didn't come up with some sort of a plan.
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I apologize RK students who noticed I fully mutilated the time line of a bunch of these classes. I used my Incomprehensibly Grand Author-Power to make time bend to my wishes for optimum humor. (MMWWWAAAHAHAHAHHAHAA.... hm... have you noticed most evil maniacal laughter starts with "M")
Okay... that was long... I tried to keep it short... really I did! All of you who made it through to the end win a great bit smile! (\__/) Pat yourselves on the back (if you're flexible) and review! People deserve to know who can do it! Next part will be out shortly.... if I get MY _own_ Writing Process paper done, if not it might be a while. (Did you know over 345 Cinderella stories in exist?)
Axisor
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