It was a gorgeous autumn day. The gold and red leaves swayed scenically on the tall, elegant trees lining the driveway of the Winner Estate where the G-boys were staying at. Heero Yuy was hacking away at his laptop, eyes glued to the flickering blue monitor, and one had to wonder just why Heero hadn't gone blind yet--or at the very least, extremely nearsighted. Duo Maxwell, in typical Duo fashion, was raiding the pantry for chips and dips, hopping around impatiently to make sure he didn't miss the football game. After all, commercial breaks could only last so long. Trowa Barton was...being Trowa. He was stretching by the glass sliding doors, silent as usual, while Quatre Raberba Winner read contentedly in front of the fireplace. Wufei was off in his shrine-like bedroom, meditating and making the others wonder how he could still be conscious in a closed room filled with incense--much like how Heero could stare at a computer screen all day and still have better than perfect eyesight. Hmm...*insert eerie X-Files music here*.
Just then, there was the shrill sound of a doorknob ringing, and Quatre glanced around to see who would answer it. Heero was hacking away, Duo was glued to the widescreen TV, Trowa was still stretching, and Wufei...well, he didn't really want to know what exactly Wufei was doing in that shrine-like, incense-filled room of his. Sighing and reluctantly closing his book, Quatre got off the velvet couch by the fireplace and shuffled over to the door, wondering who could possibly be visiting them. He gulped as a sudden thought filled his mind. It couldn't be one--or all--of his twenty-nine sisters...could it? Dragging his feet, Quatre reluctantly made his way over to the front door and cracked it open an inch, immediately backing away. However, much to Quatre's immense relief, he wasn't tackled back by a herd of perfumed women and smooched and pinched all over his face. Instead, a single woman stood at the doorstep, far too old to be any one of his sisters. Clearing his throat and putting his best smile on his face, Quatre asked politely, "May I help you, ma'am?"
The
middle-aged woman standing at the doorstep peered at him disapprovingly
behind black-rimmed glasses, not a single graying hair out of place from
her dark brown bun. Dressed in a gray business suit and tacky blue shoes,
she glanced down at the clipboard in her hand and asked haughtily, "Are
you by any chance Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre...Rab...Rebabb...um,
Quatre R. Winner, or Chang Wufei?" Ignoring the way she had completely
butchered his middle name, Quatre identified himself sweetly, innocent
as ever. The woman, however, didn't seem much affected by his cuteness,
and instead harrumphed, "I'm here to inform you and Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell,
Trowa Barton, and Chang Wufei that all five of you are underage, and thus
have to go back to school. A new law has just been passed on the World
Nation, stating that all adolescents under the age of eighteen cannot legally
drop out and must attend school."
Quatre's mouth dropped open. His lips moved,
but in his shocked state no sound came out, and he wound up doing a dying
fish imitation.
"But...but...but..."
he stammered, sounding like a broken recorder. How could this be? Quatre
Raberba Winner had a whole empire to run! He didn't have time to waste
on re-learning information he already possessed.
"You
will report to Infinity Academy in Greenwich, Connecticut at eight o' clock
sharp next Monday morning," the social worker continued, ignoring his outburst.
"But...but...but..."
Quatre sputtered out, on the verge of hyperventilating.
"If
by any chance you do not show up, you will all be arrested and sent to
the prison school. That is all." And with that, the social worker pivoted
on her heels and left, leaving behind a sputtering Quatre doing a dead
fish imitation.
"Hey
Q-man, who was that old chick and what did she want?"
Three guesses as to who shouted that out. Duo
had somehow been pried away from the television screen upon taking notice
of Quatre's fish imitation. Quatre turned around slowly, and swallowed
hard, before taking a fluffy, overstuffed pillow to shield himself and
prepared to give his fellow G-boys the bad news.
Eight a.m. Monday, Greenwhich, Connecticut
Heero
arrived first at the Infinity Academy, and looked up critically at the
tall, modern high school with cold cobalt-blue eyes. He then hopped out
of the stolen ambulance, flicking away the glass shards that fell on his
shoulder when he slammed the door that sported the broken window, and stood
outside, studying his schedule sheet.
"Hn,"
the former pilot of Wing Zero grunted to himself, and scrunched up his
eyebrows. Just exactly what was Home Economics?
He didn't have time to ponder that for long, as his ears were assaulted by the loud sounds of Limp Bizkit blasting at ninety decibels. Hardly fazed at all by the loud rap music, the ruggedly handsome boy turned around and saw Duo jump out of a sleek red Ferrari driven by a sexy blonde with her breasts practically spilling out of the electric pink tube top she was wearing. Heero's eyebrows twitched slightly. Apparently, Duo had hitched a ride with a stranger again, as in the back of his mind Heero wondered why all of the strangers just conveniently 'happened' to be skimpily-clad strippers. But there was no time to ponder over that subject, as the ripped-blue-jeans-and-black-leather-clad Duo came rushing over to him and chirped brightly, "Hey there, man, what's your first class? Mine's Sex Education! Isn't that awesome?" Heero's eyebrows scrunched up. Just what exactly was this sex thing that Duo seemed so excited about, anyway?
Again, Heero didn't have time to ponder over his thoughts, as Trowa arrived, riding on a male lion and scaring the hell out of everyone on campus. Oblivious to the panicked squawks and stampedes springing up around him, Trowa got off his lion and petted him, then gave an unseen signal as the lion obediently trotted off, allowing the ear-shattering screeches and mad pushing and shoving to stop. Trowa joined the two G-boys in front of the school, holding a slip of paper in his hands with an expression of almost distaste on his face. Duo and Heero found out soon enough, when they spotted the words Speech and Drama printed boldly on Trowa's schedule sheet.
Soon
after Trowa had arrived and succeeded in nearly emptying out the school,
a white stretch limo leisurely pulled up at the curb and the chauffeur,
an elegant redhead in a stylish black outfit, got out of the car and sprinted
over to hold the door open. As Duo ogled his red-haired chauffeur, Quatre
shyly got out of the limo, having brushed out all the goose feathers from
his hair, before trotting over to the waiting G-boys in front of the school.
He kept on darting worried glances at his schedule sheet, angelic pale
face frowning nervously.
"So
Quatre, what's your first class?" Duo asked cheerfully. His face brightened
as he asked, "Hey, do you have Sex Ed. too?"
Quatre's face drained of all color (which was
pretty hard to do considering how pale he was), as he cried out, mortified,
"Dear God, they teach that in school?" At Duo's devilish grin, Quatre
could only assume the worst, before quickly crossing himself, thanking
whoever was out there that he didn't have to take Sex Education.
"No
seriously, Winner, what's your first class?" Duo persisted. A shadow flickered
across Quatre's face, as he mumbled dejectedly, "Wrestling."
"The Great Chang Wufei has arrived. Now all of you weaklings can proceed on into school," a haughty voice squawked, as Wufei strutted over to join the quartet in front of the school, having walked thirty miles to Greenwich. As he strutted down the sidewalk, he took time to gaze over his schedule sheet, and his face darkened as he thundered indignantly, "What? The Great Chang Wufei does not play housewife! How dare the student administration make him take Home Economics and Sewing?!" Heero looked up in interest, being as he also had to take this Home Economics course that Wufei was rambling about, and tried to ask Wufei just exactly what one was supposed to do in Home Economics. Or Sex Education. He had that class right before lunch. However, Wufei was already well into one of his justice rants, and Heero wasn't able to squeeze in a single word. Didn't matter much anyway, as just then the bell rang. The G-boys parted ways, Heero and Wufei off to Home Economics, Duo happily skipping his way to Sex Education, Trowa walking at a somewhat slower than normal pace to Speech and Drama, and Quatre dragging his feet as he headed off toward Wrestling.
