Ano... Gomen nasai, minna-san. I have been horrible about updates
to my fanfiction. I haven't updated here since... 05-21-02. Gomen.
If you've read any of my other fics, you probably know I have about
8 chapter fics going now, eh? Well, this is me saying, "I need some
good ol' traditional non-brain juicy Gundam Wing." Thus, here I am
writing. Beware some angst, I have this habbit of attracting it into
the midsts of whatever I write. Yes, the angst and sheer stupidity.
But I don't think you need to fear any of that in this chapter...
Please r + r?
-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?
------------------------------------------------------------
+ Blue + Chapter II + By Seph Lorraine +
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There were many rumours about the school's newest student
drifting through the hallways by lunch period. The rumours were
of all the wildest types, completely unbelievable, and then there
were those that could be accurately prooven by the boy's mere
walk. Whatever the rumour, the whole class seemed to be
hungrily consuming these tall tales. Who exactly was this Heero
Yuy?
Quatre had been pondering over the boy, and listening in on the
various conversations at the tables around him. He was in a
mixture of emotions, wanting to cry, and laugh. These were
some of the worst rumours he had ever heard.
"I hear that the new guy's family is rich! His family sent him
here to find a fiance!" Lynn, one of the leaders on the ladies
gymnastics team exclaimed to her friends loudly at their table,
a few feet from the usual gathering spot of Quatre and his
friends. She hastily added, "My dad's loaded! Do you think he'll
give me a chance?"
The blond boy set his tray down, and patiently awaited his
boyfriend from the lunch line. He poked nervously at the food,
and slowly pushed his tray away. Cafeteria food. Repulsive.
Maki, another girl, this time from the cheerleading team, spoke
up, "That's not what I heard! I heard he's dating Princess Relena
of Canq! I think I even heard something about King Milliardo
approving an engagement between the two!"
Quatre blinked at over hearing this. He knew the Peacecraft
Princess closely. They had been good friends for many years,
and still frequently wrote each other. Though, he hadn't seen
her in a while. The thing that caught him the most, was that in
a few of Relena's past letters she had mentioned her strong
infatuation towards a certain young male. A young male with
piercing blue eyes, and messy chocolate hair. 'No... They
couldn't be the same... Could they?' He pushed his chair back
a bit, determined to hear the rest of the conversation.
"I think you're all wrong." This time the voice was male. It was
easily identifiable as belonging to Marcus Schweiggney, captin
of the school's football(1) team. "I heard he and his family were
forced out of the colonies for mysterious activity."
"What do you mean 'mysterious activity'?" Lynn questioned.
"What I mean is... The Redwater Cults." He paused to see if
everyone recognised what he was talking of. There was a
short gasp from all of the table members, and even Quatre
couldn't prevent the gasp that he, himself, had drew in.
Trowa approached the table, unnoticed by the pale blond boy,
and began the pickily gnaw on his bread role. He paused a
moment to look up to his good friend, to see the Arabian almost
profoundly pale, a look of horror filling his eyes. "Quatre? Is
there something wrong?"
Slowly, Quatre moved his frightened eyes and pasty face to see
Trowa sitting beside him, looking him over questioningly. "Oh!
Trowa... When did you get here?"
Shaking his head, Trowa went back to nibbling on the hard
bread as Wufei approached the table.
"I lost him." The Chinese boy mumbled, dropping into a seat
across from the other two boys. He folded his arms across
his chest and scowled.
"Lost who?" The blond looked up, his colour returning quickly.
"That new kid." He replied curtly.
"Why were you following him?"
Narrowing his eyes, Wufei sat up in his chair in a more erect
posture. He glanced at the two of them. "You two know I am
never one to judge on first appearances." He waited to see
their nods of agreement, then continued, "There's something
I don't like about him."
Quatre frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." He paused, collecting his thoughts into coherent
words, "I mean, that I am getting odd reflections from him."(2)
He glanced around briefly, "I can feel him watching me, and
you guys as well, when he thinks we're not looking. In class
he acts like already knows all of the answers to all of the..."
He frowned, "Nevermind. I sound foolish."
"No..." The Arabian frowned as well, "I've heard some pretty
disturbing things about him from the others. I admit they're
probably just rumours, but some of them are kind of creepy."
He glanced up at Wufei, "I think we should give him a chance,
ya know. Get to know him, maybe?"
Wufei's eyes narrowed, "You mean, get close and learn all
you can from the enemy? If he's potentially a threat we
set him as a target to be elliminated in our next planned
opperation against..." He paused, and glanced around, and
if they could have, they all would have sweatdropped,
"Nevermind."
Quatre blinked, "Something like that..." He bit his lip, "I am
interested in him, but I think that interest may be something
more of a safety precaution for the reasons in which I wish
to know about him now. My plan was that we might find a
way to befriend him, but... I'm not sure."
Taking the silence at the table as a time to speak up, Trowa
looked towards Wufei first, than Quatre, "We all trust your
judgement, Chang, but all humans are capable of mistakes.
If we want to know if he might be some illusive criminal, or
whatever, we might as well see if we have a reason to look
into it." The other two at the table both gave him puzzled
stares, "What I mean is, it's been years since a new student
has come and actually stayed for more than a day or two.
Going by the history that it's been this way since the first
grade, he will probably be gone tomorrow."
The Chinese boy nodded quickly, "You're right, Barton. If
he's gone within two or three days, then we can probably
just leave it alone." He shrugged, "No reason getting into
something you may not be able to finish, anyway."
They all nodded and continued onto other topics.
"Where's Duo?" Trowa scanned around the cafeteria in search
of the braided boy.
"Probably having his brains sucked out by Yuy-the-Redwater-
Master-of-Ceremonies." Quatre joked, chuckling unworriedly,
as his friends gave him a puzzled stare.
Wufei gulped, and narrowed his eyes to a spot over Quatre's
head, and Trowa's eyes widened quite a deal at the same
area. Now puzzled himself, Quatre turned to see the object
of their fixation. When he saw him, he swallowed, his eyes
going wide, and his knees going weak.
As Quatre had happened to be telling his joke, none other
than Heero Yuy himself had been passing by the table. Upon
hearing the joke he stopped, and looked down at the blond
boy. His Prussian eyes burned ice into Quatre's, casting the
feeling of pin needles poking into his skin all over. His
expression was unreadable, amazingly blank, but his eyes
were frightening as they gazed down at the blond.
No doubt some burning resemblance of fury could be seen in
the back of those icy eyes, and Quatre shuddered, completely
horrified. It was those eyes that so distracted the blond from
realising that all eyes in the cafeteria were on the two.
Without so much as an expression, or nasty word, the stoic
teen turned back towards the doors heading out to the lawn,
and began walking towards the school yard. Silently, he was
counting to himself, trying to deminish his anger. 'Nine-
thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine, Nine-thousand-nine-
hundred-ninety-eight, Nine-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-
seven...' Unfortunately, this was going to take time.
The lunch room slowly faded back into it's usual chatter, and
Quatre turned back to the two boys at his table, "The one
time I decide to mock someone based on a rumour, I actually
get heard." He buried his face in his hands.
Trowa laid a hand on his shoulder, "I think he'll definately be
gone tomorrow..."
Wufei narrowed his gaze at the blond boy before him, "Say...
Winner, what rumour did you base that off of?"
Quatre frowned, "I was listening to Schweignney-kun a while
ago, say something about Yuy-kun being forced out of the
colonies due to 'mysterious activity' with the Redwater
cults..." (3)
"What 'mysterious activity'?" The Chinese man looked deep
in thought, "I know the Redwater cults do alot of mysterious--
if not weird--things, but... Any 'activities' in particular?"
Shaking his head, Quatre looked back at his untouched food,
"I didn't get to hear the rest, that's when Trowa got here."
Wufei nodded, "I think I'll look into that 'rumour' a little more
tonight."
"What about our agreement that we would wait to see if he
left?" The usually quiet boy, turned his only visble green eye
onto Wufei. "We should wait to see if he dosen't transfer out
by tomorrow."
Frowning, the Chinese man nodded, "I guess it can wait. But!"
He glanced from one to the other, "If he dosen't leave, we'll
need to find a way to get to know something about him, and
since he's seen all of us already, we'll need someone else to
befriend him for us. Someone friendly, and well-liked. Very
easy to get along with. Someone like..."
"Duo." All three spoke at the same time.
Wufei nodded, "If Yuy does stay in this school, we can
persuade Maxwell to buddy up with him-- You know Maxwell
can get to anybody, even if it is by meanings of annoyance."
He took a moment to cringe at the thought of Duo's many
annoying habbits, "Then we can get alot of information on
this Yuy guy through him."
The blond Arabian bit his lip, "Something about that sounds
very cruel... I don't think Duo will go for it."
A sly smirk danced upon the lips of Chang Wufei, "Oh, he'll
agree to it. You can count on it."
Trowa suddenly spoke again, "Speaking of Maxwell... Where
is he?"
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1) Yes, we have the stereotypical jocks and preps here, ne?
Whenever I refer to "football", I am meaning the American
equivilancy of "soccer". When we get to the guys who play
with pig skin, they will be the "American football players",
ne? I have had some difficulties in people confusing these in
some of my past fics. I'm just clearing it up ahead of time.
2) That line was originally: "I sense bad vibes coming from
him." But this is neither a crossover or fusion with BSSM,
and I refuse to have my precious Wuffy turned into some
weak onna (even though Hino Rei isn't really weak -_-;;).
3) Quatre tries to fit in with traditional Japanese titles, but
we'll get into his deal later, ne?
to my fanfiction. I haven't updated here since... 05-21-02. Gomen.
If you've read any of my other fics, you probably know I have about
8 chapter fics going now, eh? Well, this is me saying, "I need some
good ol' traditional non-brain juicy Gundam Wing." Thus, here I am
writing. Beware some angst, I have this habbit of attracting it into
the midsts of whatever I write. Yes, the angst and sheer stupidity.
But I don't think you need to fear any of that in this chapter...
Please r + r?
-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?
------------------------------------------------------------
+ Blue + Chapter II + By Seph Lorraine +
------------------------------------------------------------
There were many rumours about the school's newest student
drifting through the hallways by lunch period. The rumours were
of all the wildest types, completely unbelievable, and then there
were those that could be accurately prooven by the boy's mere
walk. Whatever the rumour, the whole class seemed to be
hungrily consuming these tall tales. Who exactly was this Heero
Yuy?
Quatre had been pondering over the boy, and listening in on the
various conversations at the tables around him. He was in a
mixture of emotions, wanting to cry, and laugh. These were
some of the worst rumours he had ever heard.
"I hear that the new guy's family is rich! His family sent him
here to find a fiance!" Lynn, one of the leaders on the ladies
gymnastics team exclaimed to her friends loudly at their table,
a few feet from the usual gathering spot of Quatre and his
friends. She hastily added, "My dad's loaded! Do you think he'll
give me a chance?"
The blond boy set his tray down, and patiently awaited his
boyfriend from the lunch line. He poked nervously at the food,
and slowly pushed his tray away. Cafeteria food. Repulsive.
Maki, another girl, this time from the cheerleading team, spoke
up, "That's not what I heard! I heard he's dating Princess Relena
of Canq! I think I even heard something about King Milliardo
approving an engagement between the two!"
Quatre blinked at over hearing this. He knew the Peacecraft
Princess closely. They had been good friends for many years,
and still frequently wrote each other. Though, he hadn't seen
her in a while. The thing that caught him the most, was that in
a few of Relena's past letters she had mentioned her strong
infatuation towards a certain young male. A young male with
piercing blue eyes, and messy chocolate hair. 'No... They
couldn't be the same... Could they?' He pushed his chair back
a bit, determined to hear the rest of the conversation.
"I think you're all wrong." This time the voice was male. It was
easily identifiable as belonging to Marcus Schweiggney, captin
of the school's football(1) team. "I heard he and his family were
forced out of the colonies for mysterious activity."
"What do you mean 'mysterious activity'?" Lynn questioned.
"What I mean is... The Redwater Cults." He paused to see if
everyone recognised what he was talking of. There was a
short gasp from all of the table members, and even Quatre
couldn't prevent the gasp that he, himself, had drew in.
Trowa approached the table, unnoticed by the pale blond boy,
and began the pickily gnaw on his bread role. He paused a
moment to look up to his good friend, to see the Arabian almost
profoundly pale, a look of horror filling his eyes. "Quatre? Is
there something wrong?"
Slowly, Quatre moved his frightened eyes and pasty face to see
Trowa sitting beside him, looking him over questioningly. "Oh!
Trowa... When did you get here?"
Shaking his head, Trowa went back to nibbling on the hard
bread as Wufei approached the table.
"I lost him." The Chinese boy mumbled, dropping into a seat
across from the other two boys. He folded his arms across
his chest and scowled.
"Lost who?" The blond looked up, his colour returning quickly.
"That new kid." He replied curtly.
"Why were you following him?"
Narrowing his eyes, Wufei sat up in his chair in a more erect
posture. He glanced at the two of them. "You two know I am
never one to judge on first appearances." He waited to see
their nods of agreement, then continued, "There's something
I don't like about him."
Quatre frowned, "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." He paused, collecting his thoughts into coherent
words, "I mean, that I am getting odd reflections from him."(2)
He glanced around briefly, "I can feel him watching me, and
you guys as well, when he thinks we're not looking. In class
he acts like already knows all of the answers to all of the..."
He frowned, "Nevermind. I sound foolish."
"No..." The Arabian frowned as well, "I've heard some pretty
disturbing things about him from the others. I admit they're
probably just rumours, but some of them are kind of creepy."
He glanced up at Wufei, "I think we should give him a chance,
ya know. Get to know him, maybe?"
Wufei's eyes narrowed, "You mean, get close and learn all
you can from the enemy? If he's potentially a threat we
set him as a target to be elliminated in our next planned
opperation against..." He paused, and glanced around, and
if they could have, they all would have sweatdropped,
"Nevermind."
Quatre blinked, "Something like that..." He bit his lip, "I am
interested in him, but I think that interest may be something
more of a safety precaution for the reasons in which I wish
to know about him now. My plan was that we might find a
way to befriend him, but... I'm not sure."
Taking the silence at the table as a time to speak up, Trowa
looked towards Wufei first, than Quatre, "We all trust your
judgement, Chang, but all humans are capable of mistakes.
If we want to know if he might be some illusive criminal, or
whatever, we might as well see if we have a reason to look
into it." The other two at the table both gave him puzzled
stares, "What I mean is, it's been years since a new student
has come and actually stayed for more than a day or two.
Going by the history that it's been this way since the first
grade, he will probably be gone tomorrow."
The Chinese boy nodded quickly, "You're right, Barton. If
he's gone within two or three days, then we can probably
just leave it alone." He shrugged, "No reason getting into
something you may not be able to finish, anyway."
They all nodded and continued onto other topics.
"Where's Duo?" Trowa scanned around the cafeteria in search
of the braided boy.
"Probably having his brains sucked out by Yuy-the-Redwater-
Master-of-Ceremonies." Quatre joked, chuckling unworriedly,
as his friends gave him a puzzled stare.
Wufei gulped, and narrowed his eyes to a spot over Quatre's
head, and Trowa's eyes widened quite a deal at the same
area. Now puzzled himself, Quatre turned to see the object
of their fixation. When he saw him, he swallowed, his eyes
going wide, and his knees going weak.
As Quatre had happened to be telling his joke, none other
than Heero Yuy himself had been passing by the table. Upon
hearing the joke he stopped, and looked down at the blond
boy. His Prussian eyes burned ice into Quatre's, casting the
feeling of pin needles poking into his skin all over. His
expression was unreadable, amazingly blank, but his eyes
were frightening as they gazed down at the blond.
No doubt some burning resemblance of fury could be seen in
the back of those icy eyes, and Quatre shuddered, completely
horrified. It was those eyes that so distracted the blond from
realising that all eyes in the cafeteria were on the two.
Without so much as an expression, or nasty word, the stoic
teen turned back towards the doors heading out to the lawn,
and began walking towards the school yard. Silently, he was
counting to himself, trying to deminish his anger. 'Nine-
thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine, Nine-thousand-nine-
hundred-ninety-eight, Nine-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-
seven...' Unfortunately, this was going to take time.
The lunch room slowly faded back into it's usual chatter, and
Quatre turned back to the two boys at his table, "The one
time I decide to mock someone based on a rumour, I actually
get heard." He buried his face in his hands.
Trowa laid a hand on his shoulder, "I think he'll definately be
gone tomorrow..."
Wufei narrowed his gaze at the blond boy before him, "Say...
Winner, what rumour did you base that off of?"
Quatre frowned, "I was listening to Schweignney-kun a while
ago, say something about Yuy-kun being forced out of the
colonies due to 'mysterious activity' with the Redwater
cults..." (3)
"What 'mysterious activity'?" The Chinese man looked deep
in thought, "I know the Redwater cults do alot of mysterious--
if not weird--things, but... Any 'activities' in particular?"
Shaking his head, Quatre looked back at his untouched food,
"I didn't get to hear the rest, that's when Trowa got here."
Wufei nodded, "I think I'll look into that 'rumour' a little more
tonight."
"What about our agreement that we would wait to see if he
left?" The usually quiet boy, turned his only visble green eye
onto Wufei. "We should wait to see if he dosen't transfer out
by tomorrow."
Frowning, the Chinese man nodded, "I guess it can wait. But!"
He glanced from one to the other, "If he dosen't leave, we'll
need to find a way to get to know something about him, and
since he's seen all of us already, we'll need someone else to
befriend him for us. Someone friendly, and well-liked. Very
easy to get along with. Someone like..."
"Duo." All three spoke at the same time.
Wufei nodded, "If Yuy does stay in this school, we can
persuade Maxwell to buddy up with him-- You know Maxwell
can get to anybody, even if it is by meanings of annoyance."
He took a moment to cringe at the thought of Duo's many
annoying habbits, "Then we can get alot of information on
this Yuy guy through him."
The blond Arabian bit his lip, "Something about that sounds
very cruel... I don't think Duo will go for it."
A sly smirk danced upon the lips of Chang Wufei, "Oh, he'll
agree to it. You can count on it."
Trowa suddenly spoke again, "Speaking of Maxwell... Where
is he?"
------------------------------------------------------------
1) Yes, we have the stereotypical jocks and preps here, ne?
Whenever I refer to "football", I am meaning the American
equivilancy of "soccer". When we get to the guys who play
with pig skin, they will be the "American football players",
ne? I have had some difficulties in people confusing these in
some of my past fics. I'm just clearing it up ahead of time.
2) That line was originally: "I sense bad vibes coming from
him." But this is neither a crossover or fusion with BSSM,
and I refuse to have my precious Wuffy turned into some
weak onna (even though Hino Rei isn't really weak -_-;;).
3) Quatre tries to fit in with traditional Japanese titles, but
we'll get into his deal later, ne?
