Last time… Joyce and Larry Normal Joyce and Larry 3 84 2001-10-10T19:42:00Z 2001-10-10T19:43:00Z 2 742 4232 35 8 5197 9.2720

Last time…

"Fighting is counterproductive to our goal."

The apparent leader of the jocks laughed, "And what the hell is this so-called goal Yuy?"

Prussian blue eyes narrowed menacing, "For you, making it through the day unharmed."

Detention 5/?

Duo felt his eyes widen at Heero's thinly veiled threat. Heero 'Perfect Soldier' Yuy never loses his cool. Never.

Violet eyes sought out aquamarine, and Duo was relieved to see Quatre was as shocked as he was. Wufei and Trowa seemed unmoved, their features guarded carefully. He mentally gave each a point for the cool headed façade they portrayed, though he was almost certain he'd seen Wufei's cheek twitch from the strain.

"Calm down Heero," Duo tossed out lightly. "What's got your boxers in a twist anyway?"

Up to that point the jocks, which Duo was sure were named Jed, Nick and Eddie, had remained silent, visibly shaken by Heero's words. Jed smiled, but whatever smart-ass comment was about to grace their ears died when Nick elbowed him in the side. Though the five pilots had only been in school two weeks Heero had quickly established himself as part of the "do not piss off" category. The school's many jocks, regardless of brain size, recognized the potential danger and usually let the Japanese youth have all the room he needed.

True to form Heero declined to merit him with an answer, opting instead to glare at his desktop. Duo was contemplating means to get on the stoic pilot's nerves when Trowa suddenly stood, completely derailing his train of thought.

The tall youth quietly gathered his paper and pencil from the circulation desk and returned to his seat, not in the least bothered by the eyes watching him from various points within the room. The Heavyarms pilot slid back into his seat and turned to meet inquisitive aquamarine eyes. With a sigh Quatre retrieved his materials, followed by Wufei who Duo swore he heard muttering about the injustice of this particular form of punishment. This received a mocking chuckle from Eddie, the unofficial leader of the jocks that Wufei simply ignored. Within a matter of moments everyone but Heero and Duo had gathered their supplies, including the geeky boy that Duo still couldn't name.

Duo had given up on watching his fellow detainees in hopes of some entertainment and had settled for examining the dirt beneath his nails when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught his attention. Heero was standing at his desk, his entire body rigid and eyes focused forward. As Duo watched the Wing pilot stalked to the circulation desk and snatched up both his and Duo's materials. Duo was about to thank him when Heero suddenly slammed said materials on the desk in front of him. Fortunately he did not at the sudden movement, of which he was fleetingly proud.

"Write."

The demanding tone in the slightly nasal voice instantly raised the braided youth's ire. Duo felt his relatively good humor vanish as his eyes narrowed and met cold, cobalt orbs.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you today Heero but I'll be damned if I take any orders from you."

Several gasps of amazement sounded across the room including a sniff of disdain from Wufei. Quatre shook himself from his shocked state and chastised his friend, "Now, Duo…"

"'Now Duo' nothing! Mister 'my shorts are so damned tight my dick is blue' Yuy is not talking to me like he owns me!" Duo snapped.

Jed, limp hair falling into his face, guffawed but one look from Eddie quickly silenced him again. Duo paid the trio no attention as he focused his gaze to meet the angry glare coming from the object of his affections. //Affections hell…not this jackass…no way//

"You will write and you will do it now," Heero replied in a vehement whisper intended for Duo's ears only. Duo felt the last of his control crumble at his partner's tone. Slowly the Deathscythe pilot stood and leaned close to Heero. His normally wide violet eyes were nearly black slits as a feral grin graced his thin lips. He waited to make sure he had Heero's undivided attention before speaking.

"Fuck you."

Across the room the lanky geek slipped further into his chair as if he could hide from them all if he slid down far enough. There was a feeling in the air like gathering electricity and Duo was sure lightning was about to strike him for what he had just done. //Stupid…he is so going to kick my ass for this…//

When no immediate bodily harm ensued Duo smirked and pushed past the Japanese youth. The fact that he encountered no resistance only proved to him that Heero was still in a shocked stupor…a thought that gave him a twisted sense of pleasure. Not a word was spoken by anyone as he confidently strode away from the desk area seeking the relative solitude deeper in the library interior.

Once he was satisfied that no one would be coming to check on him Duo collapsed to the floor and let his head fall to his hands.

"Oh shit…what the hell have I done?"

//Oh yeah, good job…I bet Heero's just going to fall all over himself to be with you now genius…//

Duo clenched his hands into fists and slammed them into the cold tile floor. "Fuck."