Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Gundam Wing, never have, never will…….well
maybe in my dreams.
~*~*~*~If you tell a man there are three billion stars in the sky he'll believe you, if you tell him that a bench has wet paint on it he'll touch it to be sure.~*~*~*~
A braided blur ran down the hallway expertly dodging other students while putting his tie on. Down the math hall and into trig just as the bell rang. He took that last seat available, next to Heero and in front of Trowa. "Jerk" Heero chose to ignore the comment.
"Good morning class, before we get started we have some new students. Would you boy's introduce yourselves?" The gray haired teacher asked, Duo knew she'd be a nice one.
"Heero Yuy." He received quiet a few glances from both sexes.
"Trowa Barton." Anyone who knew him could tell he wanted to be with Quatre.
"I may run and hide but I never tell a lie that's me in a nutshell. Maxwell, Duo Maxwell." He said mocking James Bond, "I'm in room 33-B if any of you want to get a study session going." He grinned as whispers and giggles took over most of the class.
This school differed from all others by the fact that there were only a handful of straight students, most of the football players and cheerleaders. "Ok class lets get into our groups." The teacher said and began passing out the work.
Heero and Duo turns their desks to meet Trowa's. "Heero why did you wake me up?"
"I told you to get up, you refused." He answered already working.
"You could have made me, I bet you did that on propose!" Duo said in mock shock, then looked off Trowa's paper for the answers. He could have done it himself but felt if Trowa did it why not just use his answers?
"Hn." When the bell rang at the end of class Quatre met Trowa outside, took his hand and led him away to their second hour. Heero wished he could have a tiny piece of what Trowa and Quatre had, only with Duo, but he new that could never happen. Although the Baka showed a liking to boy's there was no way he'd go with Heero.
While the wing pilot headed to History Duo went to the gym. He met up with Wufei on the way they changed and made their way outside to the track with the rest of the class. A rather large teen ran into him, "Watch where your…Hey Tim, Chris! Look what we have here." Said boy wandered over. "What a girlie boy!"
The coach walked over to the starting line. "Two mile run today boys, remember football tryouts are coming up!"
Duo moved next to Wufei on the line, "Can we do something?" His voice hinted it was either very mean, against the rules or simply payback.
"What is it Maxwell?"
"We have to cream those guys." Wufei agreed and began stretching. When the coach yelled go Wufei started off at a jog and stopped noting Duo hadn't, he turned back to find his friend, "Just a sec Wu-man." He said tying his shoe. Wufei smiled, Duo had told him once that they were best friends, he believed it.
"We are on an even playing field with them now, justice will be served…Don't call me Wu-man." He said as they began at a trot.
Eight laps and seven minutes later they crossed the finish line, the coach checked his timing and found it working fine. When the three boys finishes a few minutes later Duo gave them the finger the way the French do, when they obvious jocks didn't understand he showed them the America version. The leader was easily angry. "Run away from a lot of people pretty boy?" That was all he said before stomping away with the two goons in tow.
Duo paled at the last part. "Is there a gym class next hour Wufei?" Wufei shook his head. "Good, think I'll just cut third hour and shoot some hoops ok?"
The shenlong pilot nodded knowing Duo to well, "I'll see you at lunch then." He said before walking towards the locker room.
Duo remand outside for a few minutes long then walked inside and to the basket ball court, he didn't feel like playing, not with Heero. He didn't feel like doing anything, an evil grin crossed his face, well maybe he could do something.
Quatre, followed closely by Trowa was the first to the lunch table, Wufei soon followed and Heero joined after that. Duo walked in with a smug look on his face and sat down. "What is it?" Quatre asked poking at his greasy pizza. The others shrugged, "Well it can't be that bad." He said and took a bite, instantly looking sick.
Duo tried it also, "Your right not bad at all Quat." The others also tried theirs and it was fine, "Don't worry Q its only cause you we're raised on grill cheese and stuff." Quatre decided to stick to the salad.
"Duo you weren't in class." Trowa spoke up.
"I didn't go took care of some things." He said between bites.
Wufei looked skeptical, "What did you do?"
At this moment the Head Mistress walked into the small cafeteria. "Who is Duo Maxwell?"
Heero stood, "I am." He said to the shock of the four pilots sitting around him.
She looked him up and down, as if mentally determining how much trouble he could cause, "Good follow me." She led the way back to her office, "Have a seat." He did so. "Mr. Maxwell, your new here, maybe in your old school pranks would acceptable but they aren't here."
He hid his confusion well, "Pranks?"
"You know what I'm talking about, poor Tim's hair is red! Chris is covered in purple dye. And Jim, his nose was almost broke when he fell, not to mention that all of his clothes are now pink!"
Heero knew Duo pulled pranks when he was mad at people, he'd been the cause of most of them, but never once had any of the 'jokes' hurt anyone that was unlike him.
"If you have nothing to say for yourself I'm giving you two weeks detention, and seeing your grades from the last school…I'm having your roommate a one Heero Yuy tutor you, you both have free fourth hours." She gave him another look from head to toe, "We won't have anymore of these will we?" He shook his head, "Good dismissed." He stood and left just as the bell rang for fourth hour
~*~*~*~If you tell a man there are three billion stars in the sky he'll believe you, if you tell him that a bench has wet paint on it he'll touch it to be sure.~*~*~*~
A braided blur ran down the hallway expertly dodging other students while putting his tie on. Down the math hall and into trig just as the bell rang. He took that last seat available, next to Heero and in front of Trowa. "Jerk" Heero chose to ignore the comment.
"Good morning class, before we get started we have some new students. Would you boy's introduce yourselves?" The gray haired teacher asked, Duo knew she'd be a nice one.
"Heero Yuy." He received quiet a few glances from both sexes.
"Trowa Barton." Anyone who knew him could tell he wanted to be with Quatre.
"I may run and hide but I never tell a lie that's me in a nutshell. Maxwell, Duo Maxwell." He said mocking James Bond, "I'm in room 33-B if any of you want to get a study session going." He grinned as whispers and giggles took over most of the class.
This school differed from all others by the fact that there were only a handful of straight students, most of the football players and cheerleaders. "Ok class lets get into our groups." The teacher said and began passing out the work.
Heero and Duo turns their desks to meet Trowa's. "Heero why did you wake me up?"
"I told you to get up, you refused." He answered already working.
"You could have made me, I bet you did that on propose!" Duo said in mock shock, then looked off Trowa's paper for the answers. He could have done it himself but felt if Trowa did it why not just use his answers?
"Hn." When the bell rang at the end of class Quatre met Trowa outside, took his hand and led him away to their second hour. Heero wished he could have a tiny piece of what Trowa and Quatre had, only with Duo, but he new that could never happen. Although the Baka showed a liking to boy's there was no way he'd go with Heero.
While the wing pilot headed to History Duo went to the gym. He met up with Wufei on the way they changed and made their way outside to the track with the rest of the class. A rather large teen ran into him, "Watch where your…Hey Tim, Chris! Look what we have here." Said boy wandered over. "What a girlie boy!"
The coach walked over to the starting line. "Two mile run today boys, remember football tryouts are coming up!"
Duo moved next to Wufei on the line, "Can we do something?" His voice hinted it was either very mean, against the rules or simply payback.
"What is it Maxwell?"
"We have to cream those guys." Wufei agreed and began stretching. When the coach yelled go Wufei started off at a jog and stopped noting Duo hadn't, he turned back to find his friend, "Just a sec Wu-man." He said tying his shoe. Wufei smiled, Duo had told him once that they were best friends, he believed it.
"We are on an even playing field with them now, justice will be served…Don't call me Wu-man." He said as they began at a trot.
Eight laps and seven minutes later they crossed the finish line, the coach checked his timing and found it working fine. When the three boys finishes a few minutes later Duo gave them the finger the way the French do, when they obvious jocks didn't understand he showed them the America version. The leader was easily angry. "Run away from a lot of people pretty boy?" That was all he said before stomping away with the two goons in tow.
Duo paled at the last part. "Is there a gym class next hour Wufei?" Wufei shook his head. "Good, think I'll just cut third hour and shoot some hoops ok?"
The shenlong pilot nodded knowing Duo to well, "I'll see you at lunch then." He said before walking towards the locker room.
Duo remand outside for a few minutes long then walked inside and to the basket ball court, he didn't feel like playing, not with Heero. He didn't feel like doing anything, an evil grin crossed his face, well maybe he could do something.
Quatre, followed closely by Trowa was the first to the lunch table, Wufei soon followed and Heero joined after that. Duo walked in with a smug look on his face and sat down. "What is it?" Quatre asked poking at his greasy pizza. The others shrugged, "Well it can't be that bad." He said and took a bite, instantly looking sick.
Duo tried it also, "Your right not bad at all Quat." The others also tried theirs and it was fine, "Don't worry Q its only cause you we're raised on grill cheese and stuff." Quatre decided to stick to the salad.
"Duo you weren't in class." Trowa spoke up.
"I didn't go took care of some things." He said between bites.
Wufei looked skeptical, "What did you do?"
At this moment the Head Mistress walked into the small cafeteria. "Who is Duo Maxwell?"
Heero stood, "I am." He said to the shock of the four pilots sitting around him.
She looked him up and down, as if mentally determining how much trouble he could cause, "Good follow me." She led the way back to her office, "Have a seat." He did so. "Mr. Maxwell, your new here, maybe in your old school pranks would acceptable but they aren't here."
He hid his confusion well, "Pranks?"
"You know what I'm talking about, poor Tim's hair is red! Chris is covered in purple dye. And Jim, his nose was almost broke when he fell, not to mention that all of his clothes are now pink!"
Heero knew Duo pulled pranks when he was mad at people, he'd been the cause of most of them, but never once had any of the 'jokes' hurt anyone that was unlike him.
"If you have nothing to say for yourself I'm giving you two weeks detention, and seeing your grades from the last school…I'm having your roommate a one Heero Yuy tutor you, you both have free fourth hours." She gave him another look from head to toe, "We won't have anymore of these will we?" He shook his head, "Good dismissed." He stood and left just as the bell rang for fourth hour
