Aa! I've begun my writing again! Sorry, I've been out of
commission on writing for a while. This fic is something I'm
thinking up as I go along. Expect some angst, some drama, some
humor... Aa... anything and everything. I stayed up all last night
listening to "White Reflection" by Two-Mix and looking at fanart
of Duo and Heero. It inspired me to get back into my writing.
If any on you were reading Blood and Butterflies, expect
an update soon! I'm on a the great rolling watermellon of
fanfiction, and I'm gonna squeeze it to the last drop. Heh heh!
Oh well, please read and reveiw! :D

-Seph

Warnings: Shounon ai, Language, Mature Content, Character
Death, Angst, 1 + 2, 3 + 4, Violence, Lots of blue.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Gundam Wing or
any of it's characters. Did you really think I did?

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+ Blue + Prolouge + By Seph Lorraine +

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The assignment was written upon the board in large bold
letters. How in hell is it possible to do something like this?
Was it even capable of happening?

" Describe the color blue. "

Duo Maxwell tapped his pencil starring hopelessly at the board.
How could a person describe the color blue? What was he supposed
to write? 'Blue looks kind of blue.' Yea, a good description right
there. He twirled his black # 2 pencil between finger and thumb and
wrote it down.

Everyone in the class was acting just as usual, talking away
about gossip and pretty much everything else. Fun. Every once in a
while a fellow classmate would stop by his desk greeting him, asking
what he had in store for todays lesson. Like always he put on a cocky
grin. "You'll just have to stick around and see."

Duo Maxwell was the class clown. He wasn't exactly the
tallest kid in class, but he wasn't short either. He had the normal
build for a teenager of 16, if not a bit more thin. His long chesnut
hair remained in it's tight braid all day, and his humorous
personality and cocky smile never faultered. Duo Maxwell was indeed
the class clown.

It was the third day of school and already he had been
hammered into the Earth's core with homework. This year was
definately going to be different. He wasn't quite sure of what
was going to be different, though. Maybe it was having to describe
the color blue? Teachers are so strange.

All of his life he had stayed at the same schools with the
same people. They knew him well. His humor, his grin, his braid, his
height, they knew everything about him. From head to toe, he was a
walking book for all to read, it was rarely that the text blurred at
all. Duo couldn't help that he was naturally popular, it was just who
he was. How could anything change?

The teacher entered the room quietly so that no one noticed,
she coughed and waited for the class's attention. After making several
sounds, including throat clearance, coughing, sneezing, and yelling,
she turned off the lights in frustration.

"Aa! What was that!?"

"What's happening?"

"Kenji, get your hand off of my ass!"

"You sat on my lunch you idiot!"

The lights popped back on quickly after everyone stopped
talking. Ms. Payge stood by the light switch sighing and shaking
her head. She walked towards her desk slowly.

Duo looked away from two boys he had been talking to and
towards the teacher, as did everyone else.

"Thank you. Ohayo, minna-san." She bowed shortly.

Thirty juniors scrambled to thier feet and stood beside thier
desks to bow to their teacher. "Ohayogasaimasu, Payge-sensei." Their
voices droned in unison and they took their seats.

She smiled shortly and surveyed the class. "You have had ten
minutes to write your description of the color blue. Now I want to
hear some of them. Do we have any volunteers?"

One small hand raised in the front row, but was overlooked as
the teacher locked eyes with a certain someone sitting on the back
row. Ms. Payge smiled confidently and nodded to the back row.

"Mr. Maxwell, please enlighten us with your description."

Duo cocky smile broadened as he stood. "Blue looks kind of
blue... Though, sometimes it looks kind of green. Though it could
never actually look green because then it wouldn't be blue, it would
be green. So blue looks blue, because it's blue."

The class roared in laughter as Duo took his seat again,
receiving a few high fives here and there, and Ms. Payge frowned.

There was a quick knock on the door, and it opened without
waiting for responce. The boy walked through the door quietly, and
towards the teacher as the classroom watched him in silence. He
adjusted his book bag on his shoulders as her handed Ms. Payge a
yellow note, from the office no doubt.

"Oh..." She surveyed the note quickly and smiled at him, then
she turned back towards the class. "Class, it seems we have a new
student." She bowed to him in courtesy, "Please introduce yourself to
our class."

"My name is Heero Yuy. I just transfered here from one of the
colony L1 schools." He bowed shortly, in effort and then glanced back
towards the teacher.

"Please take a seat towards the back, Mr. Yuy." She smiled,
and then glanced to the other four on the back row. "You may sit by
the window on the other side of Mr. Chang."

A Chinese boy with slick black hair pulled back into a tight
pony tail lifted his head from a book suddenly and narrowed his eyes
at the new boy. He leaned back in his desk and watched Heero like a
hawk as he approached the desk. It was unnerving to Wufei. For as
Chang Wufei had watched the boy in appearant disapproval, Heero did
not so much as glance at him as he took his seat.

Not two moments after Heero sat down, the class once again
begain to talk. Everyone in the room was now discussing the new guy,
the girls, with their occasional giggles, were the loudest of them
all. Duo did nothing but blink, and glance down at the new guy and
lean back in his desk again.

"A new guy!" Quatre Rebarba Winner turned his bright smile
to one of his best friends, Duo, who sat beside him at the back of
the room. "It's been forever since we've gotten a new guy!"

Duo shrugged, "We do get them occasionally... They just
usually leave again right after come. He'll be gone tomorrow. Just
like the rest of them."

Quatre's eyes sadened. "Yeah... I guess your right." He
sighed, "Well, maybe-"

"Q-man, it's a waste of time. He dosen't look like the social
type anyway. He probably just wants to be left alone." Duo bit his
pencil, in thought, trying to dismiss the topic at hand.

"Maybe if he feels welcome, though, he'll stick around."
Quatre's eyes pleaded with the braided boy sitting beside him.

Sighing, Duo glanced back down the row of desks at the new
boy, three desks over of the other side of Wufei. "Go ahead, it's a
waste of time, though."

"Will you help!?" The blond arabian's smile broadened.

"Only if Trowa helps." He was not going to be sucked into one
of Quatre's friend-making nightmares on his own.

Jumping excitedly, Quatre turned to Trowa on the other side
of him.

It was convenient in the way that the back row boys communicated.
All four of them were friends, so basically all they had to do was pass
their messages down the row. The row began with Duo in the far left
cornor of the classroom, then going on to towards the right it was
Quatre, Trowa, Wufei, and empty desk. Though now that desk had an
occupant. This would most certainly change things.

How could anything change?

Turning back to Duo happily, Quatre nodded, "Ok, that means
you three are helping!"

"Wufei agreed to do this too?" Duo quirked an eyebrow. No,
he had not missed the Chinese boy's nasty look as Heero had walked
toward the back row.

"Shh! He dosen't know that yet."

"Oh. So your just gonna pull him in subtly?" The braided
boy was familiar with the blond's way of thinking. Subtly was the
only way to get Wufei to agree with anything.

Suddenly the lights turned off once more.

"Shut up, Davis!"

"The new boy is so hot!"

"I know, I'm gonna marry him!"

"I thought you still liked Duo, though-"

"Shut up, Alise! He might hear you!"

Without thinking, Duo spoke, and it was louder than he would
have wanted it to be.

"What the fuck!?"

The lights turned on again and the class roared with
laughter as everyone turned to Duo in the back seat. Quatre, gave
the braided American a kick and glared, whispering. "I told you
not to use that word anymore, Duo!"

"Mr. Maxwell!" The teacher was fuming in anger, "Is there
something you would like to share with us?"

Duo stood beside his desk and blinked. "Yea... My ass
hurts. May I go see the nurse?"

More laughter arose from the class, and Heero turned his
from the window to watch the clown on the other end of the row.

"Mr. Maxwell, that kind of language is unappropriate for
this classroom! I will not hear another word of it. I am only
warning you, though I should be sending you to the prinicpal.
Swear you will never speak like that in my classroom again, do you
hear me?"

"I swear, and thank you." He nodded.

Ms. Payge was obviously confused by Duo's tone of
gratitude as the boy had actually thanked her. "For what?" She
spoke without thinking.

"For being an unbefuckinglievably awesome teacher." Duo's
cocky grin broadened, and the blond boy beside him glared daggers.

"To the office, Maxwell, now!" She pointed to the door,
her face red with anger.

Duo whistled quickly, "YES MA'AM!" Then strutted through the
isles and out the door and the classroom erupted in laughter once
more.

Heero almost smiled. The boy had a lot of guts. That was
rare to find lately. What was his name, again? Maxwell... something
Maxwell...

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To Be Continued...