Ara! ^^ Yes, another installment in the same day! I am
supposed to be working on Blood and Butterflies, and
Consequences, but I'm in a more light hearted mood, so
I decided to work on Blue instead. You guys have to
thank "Truth" the opening theme to Shoujo Kakumei Utena
for this chapter. It gets my creative side out. :)
I think I'll write an Utena fic... any one wanna spare
me some ideas? O, well. This is the first chapter, and
I may have some POVs later. Like always, read and
reveiw and I'll love ya forever.
http://www.geocities.com/sephlorraine/dream.html
-Seph
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+ Blue + Chapter I + By Seph Lorraine +
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"So, how'd it go?" Quatre stopped Duo as he saw the braided
boy waltzing down the hall towards his locker. "Obviously, pretty
good."
"It was nothin'." Duo grinned, lightheartedly, "Just an
ordinary detention."
The blond nodded, "Three days into the new school year, and
you already have three detentions. Is this going to keep up for the
rest of the year?"
"If I feel like it."
"Ya know, mouthing the teacher off like-"
"Listen to yourself, Q-man. You sound like my mother... If I
had one. Just relax, live while you still can. Detention is nothing
but sitting in a room with a few freshmen idiots who think spitballs
are a recent discovery." Duo tugged on his braid, and walked up to his
locker, turning the combination and getting out his books. "So, how'd
it go with the new guy?"
Quatre smiled. "I think it whent pretty good-"
"You didn't talk to him did you?" Duo shook his head, the
blond was all to predictable.
The arabian's smile wavered, "No... You said you'd help!"
"I was busy getting detention."
Quatre's attention was turned away from Duo as he saw the
new guy, himself, walking down the hallway. Naturally, the crowd seemed
to part before him as if he were Moses going through the Red Sea.
Guys would greet the darkhaired teen and girls would giggle and
sigh. Classic. Though, any average person could see why.
Heero Yuy was a good look for sore eyes. He dressed in
black dresspants, comfortable and loose, but fitting enough to
show his masculinity. A loose albino silk shirt, was buttoned up
his chest, the top few buttons undone to reveal just enough of
the smooth tan skin beneath. Over this was a long black jacket,
which he had removed and now held over his shoulder, casually.
His stride completed the look and gave him an air of dominance,
and power. His look seemed to give off different signals to
each girl in the room, not to mention some of the guys, but the
message was the same to each of them. It said "Fuck Me Now".
Some where very tempted.
The blond completely forgot what he was going to ask when
Heero passed them by and just watched in awe.
Duo blinked, a bit confused at all the swooning in the hall
ways. "What's going on, Q-man? He's just another new guy."
"But he's different from the others!" Quatre turned around.
"What about Trowa, though?" The braided American was
beginning to feel mass confusion erupt within him.
"Oh!" The Arabian began to blush furiously, "No, I'm wasn't
thinking of Heero in that way... I was... I-I was..."
"You were..?" Duo prodded.
"Gosh, Duo, don't you see it? He acts totally different from
the rest of us, dresses different, and he's mysterious!"
"It's because he's new! He's from the colonies, of course
he's gonna be different. Stop taking it as such a big shock."
Quatre sighed and leaned back against the locker beside
Duo's, "You just don't see it..."
Shutting the locker door quickly, Duo turned toward his
friend, "Don't see what?" The two began to walk towards Trigonometry.
"Nevermind."
"What?"
"Nevermind!"
"What!? Tell me!"
The blond stopped suddenly, and turned to his pleading
friend. "It's not something I can explain. He's just... I dunno...
different. I know he's new and all, but he's... Aa, nevermind,
I can't find the word I'm looking for."
"Perfect?" Duo blinked staring back at the distant and
almost hidden back of Heero Yuy.
"Yea! You do see it!" Quatre nodded enthusiastically.
"No... I don't think I do. He's just like any other
person. He just dresses nice, I guess." Shrugging, Duo began
walking once more, as did Quatre.
"Maybe..."
Everyone stepped back into the classroom, and took their
seats once more. Duo in the back left corner, then Quatre, Trowa,
Wufei, and once-vacant-now-occupied-by-Heero-Yuy-desk (1). The
class began and quickly went back into it's dull routine of every
day math. What a good time for a nap.
"Duo! You can't fall asleep now. You need to hear this or
you won't know how to do the homework." Quatre nudged his nearly
sleeping friend, lightly.
The braided boy's violet eyes fluttered open only for a
moment, then he turned his head over to face the wall on the other
side of him, and back to sleep he went. "... Oyasumi..."
The arabian scooted over farther in his desk so that he
might nudge Duo again, but he was stopped by Trowa. The silent
boy on his other side grabbed Quatre's wrist lightly, just
enough to stop him, and Quatre turned to peer into the other
boy's only visable emerald eye.
"He'll pay for what he's doing. Let him learn." He dropped
Quatre's wrist and gaze, turning back to the lesson, and the
Arabian followed suit.
Heero yawned, silently, and leaned forward, enough to remain
unnoticed by the black-haired boy beside him, and glanced down the
row. Wufei was very busily taking notes on the lesson, drawing small
little unrealistic creatures in the margins of his notebook paper.
The boy was odd as he was appearantly friends with the others, he
never got much into their conversations. The red haired boy in the
middle of the row was also very quiet. As Heero leaned to see, he
noticed that there was obviously something between the redhead and
the blond next to him. The two looked at each other strangely, and
the blond was very often blushing because of it.
It was the last boy on the row that grabbed his attention.
Maxwell... Heero made a mental note to look up his first name. How
did that boy do it? He was laying upon his desk, dead asleep. It was
too bad he was facing the wall. He probably looked quite nice with
his bangs splayed across his peaceful face. The boy mentally kicked
for thinking such things and leaned back, glancing out the window
again. 'I wish I could be asleep too.'
"Yuy? The answer please?" Mr. Tramada had his hands folded
casually behind his back and his eyes held the all-too-famous
"you're busted" look.
Heero's eyes scanned the chalk covered board quickly,
"About 14.718 inches long... We are solving for X, ne?"
"Impressive, and can you tell me the measurement of angle
A?" Tramada-sensei crossed his arms over his chest.
"Fourty-two degrees for angle A, 90 for angle B, and C is
48 degrees." His reply was quick, giving all hidden information left
to the problem. 'God, this is so boring.'
The rest of the class went by as expected. Long and boring.
Every two minutes students would look to the the clock on the wall,
lunch was next. Three classes had gone by and everyone was anxiously
awaiting the bell. When it rang, everyone was out the door in record
time.
Heero was the last to leave, and was tempted to catch up
and talk to the braided class clown he had admired at the other end of
his row, but his inner voice stopped him. 'Don't get involved. Your mission
here can be completed easily if you: Dont. Get. Involved.'
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1) In Japanese schools the teachers rotate from classroom
to classroom and the students are stationary. Incase you
didn't pick up on it in the prologue, this is a traditional
Japanese school, with just a few American improvisions.
At the beginning of class everyone must bow and greet the
teachers, and so on. They also have clean up after school,
which is basically where all of the students clean the
school. ^^; I was worried some of you might be a bit confused
by all of that so, there's your explanation. If you have any
questions, just ask and I'd be happy to answer them. :)
supposed to be working on Blood and Butterflies, and
Consequences, but I'm in a more light hearted mood, so
I decided to work on Blue instead. You guys have to
thank "Truth" the opening theme to Shoujo Kakumei Utena
for this chapter. It gets my creative side out. :)
I think I'll write an Utena fic... any one wanna spare
me some ideas? O, well. This is the first chapter, and
I may have some POVs later. Like always, read and
reveiw and I'll love ya forever.
http://www.geocities.com/sephlorraine/dream.html
-Seph
------------------------------------------------------------
+ Blue + Chapter I + By Seph Lorraine +
------------------------------------------------------------
"So, how'd it go?" Quatre stopped Duo as he saw the braided
boy waltzing down the hall towards his locker. "Obviously, pretty
good."
"It was nothin'." Duo grinned, lightheartedly, "Just an
ordinary detention."
The blond nodded, "Three days into the new school year, and
you already have three detentions. Is this going to keep up for the
rest of the year?"
"If I feel like it."
"Ya know, mouthing the teacher off like-"
"Listen to yourself, Q-man. You sound like my mother... If I
had one. Just relax, live while you still can. Detention is nothing
but sitting in a room with a few freshmen idiots who think spitballs
are a recent discovery." Duo tugged on his braid, and walked up to his
locker, turning the combination and getting out his books. "So, how'd
it go with the new guy?"
Quatre smiled. "I think it whent pretty good-"
"You didn't talk to him did you?" Duo shook his head, the
blond was all to predictable.
The arabian's smile wavered, "No... You said you'd help!"
"I was busy getting detention."
Quatre's attention was turned away from Duo as he saw the
new guy, himself, walking down the hallway. Naturally, the crowd seemed
to part before him as if he were Moses going through the Red Sea.
Guys would greet the darkhaired teen and girls would giggle and
sigh. Classic. Though, any average person could see why.
Heero Yuy was a good look for sore eyes. He dressed in
black dresspants, comfortable and loose, but fitting enough to
show his masculinity. A loose albino silk shirt, was buttoned up
his chest, the top few buttons undone to reveal just enough of
the smooth tan skin beneath. Over this was a long black jacket,
which he had removed and now held over his shoulder, casually.
His stride completed the look and gave him an air of dominance,
and power. His look seemed to give off different signals to
each girl in the room, not to mention some of the guys, but the
message was the same to each of them. It said "Fuck Me Now".
Some where very tempted.
The blond completely forgot what he was going to ask when
Heero passed them by and just watched in awe.
Duo blinked, a bit confused at all the swooning in the hall
ways. "What's going on, Q-man? He's just another new guy."
"But he's different from the others!" Quatre turned around.
"What about Trowa, though?" The braided American was
beginning to feel mass confusion erupt within him.
"Oh!" The Arabian began to blush furiously, "No, I'm wasn't
thinking of Heero in that way... I was... I-I was..."
"You were..?" Duo prodded.
"Gosh, Duo, don't you see it? He acts totally different from
the rest of us, dresses different, and he's mysterious!"
"It's because he's new! He's from the colonies, of course
he's gonna be different. Stop taking it as such a big shock."
Quatre sighed and leaned back against the locker beside
Duo's, "You just don't see it..."
Shutting the locker door quickly, Duo turned toward his
friend, "Don't see what?" The two began to walk towards Trigonometry.
"Nevermind."
"What?"
"Nevermind!"
"What!? Tell me!"
The blond stopped suddenly, and turned to his pleading
friend. "It's not something I can explain. He's just... I dunno...
different. I know he's new and all, but he's... Aa, nevermind,
I can't find the word I'm looking for."
"Perfect?" Duo blinked staring back at the distant and
almost hidden back of Heero Yuy.
"Yea! You do see it!" Quatre nodded enthusiastically.
"No... I don't think I do. He's just like any other
person. He just dresses nice, I guess." Shrugging, Duo began
walking once more, as did Quatre.
"Maybe..."
Everyone stepped back into the classroom, and took their
seats once more. Duo in the back left corner, then Quatre, Trowa,
Wufei, and once-vacant-now-occupied-by-Heero-Yuy-desk (1). The
class began and quickly went back into it's dull routine of every
day math. What a good time for a nap.
"Duo! You can't fall asleep now. You need to hear this or
you won't know how to do the homework." Quatre nudged his nearly
sleeping friend, lightly.
The braided boy's violet eyes fluttered open only for a
moment, then he turned his head over to face the wall on the other
side of him, and back to sleep he went. "... Oyasumi..."
The arabian scooted over farther in his desk so that he
might nudge Duo again, but he was stopped by Trowa. The silent
boy on his other side grabbed Quatre's wrist lightly, just
enough to stop him, and Quatre turned to peer into the other
boy's only visable emerald eye.
"He'll pay for what he's doing. Let him learn." He dropped
Quatre's wrist and gaze, turning back to the lesson, and the
Arabian followed suit.
Heero yawned, silently, and leaned forward, enough to remain
unnoticed by the black-haired boy beside him, and glanced down the
row. Wufei was very busily taking notes on the lesson, drawing small
little unrealistic creatures in the margins of his notebook paper.
The boy was odd as he was appearantly friends with the others, he
never got much into their conversations. The red haired boy in the
middle of the row was also very quiet. As Heero leaned to see, he
noticed that there was obviously something between the redhead and
the blond next to him. The two looked at each other strangely, and
the blond was very often blushing because of it.
It was the last boy on the row that grabbed his attention.
Maxwell... Heero made a mental note to look up his first name. How
did that boy do it? He was laying upon his desk, dead asleep. It was
too bad he was facing the wall. He probably looked quite nice with
his bangs splayed across his peaceful face. The boy mentally kicked
for thinking such things and leaned back, glancing out the window
again. 'I wish I could be asleep too.'
"Yuy? The answer please?" Mr. Tramada had his hands folded
casually behind his back and his eyes held the all-too-famous
"you're busted" look.
Heero's eyes scanned the chalk covered board quickly,
"About 14.718 inches long... We are solving for X, ne?"
"Impressive, and can you tell me the measurement of angle
A?" Tramada-sensei crossed his arms over his chest.
"Fourty-two degrees for angle A, 90 for angle B, and C is
48 degrees." His reply was quick, giving all hidden information left
to the problem. 'God, this is so boring.'
The rest of the class went by as expected. Long and boring.
Every two minutes students would look to the the clock on the wall,
lunch was next. Three classes had gone by and everyone was anxiously
awaiting the bell. When it rang, everyone was out the door in record
time.
Heero was the last to leave, and was tempted to catch up
and talk to the braided class clown he had admired at the other end of
his row, but his inner voice stopped him. 'Don't get involved. Your mission
here can be completed easily if you: Dont. Get. Involved.'
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1) In Japanese schools the teachers rotate from classroom
to classroom and the students are stationary. Incase you
didn't pick up on it in the prologue, this is a traditional
Japanese school, with just a few American improvisions.
At the beginning of class everyone must bow and greet the
teachers, and so on. They also have clean up after school,
which is basically where all of the students clean the
school. ^^; I was worried some of you might be a bit confused
by all of that so, there's your explanation. If you have any
questions, just ask and I'd be happy to answer them. :)
