Wai!! Reviews are appreciated very much so! Unfortunately,
tomorrow school starts back again. So early this year... I will try
to manage at least two chapters a week no matter how horrid
it gets then, ne? If it dosen't get bad at all, I shall possibly write
more. As I was looking over this story yesterday, I had come to
the conclusion that this story should be quite long... Probably in
the high twenties or low thirties (mem. with temperatures varying
in the high ninties and low one-hundreds...). I'm introducing
another character in this chapter for the simple fact that certain
characters aren't exactly fitting in with the "group" too well.
You'll see who I'm referring to when you see the knew character.
Please r+r? ^_^

Psst! This chapter is longer than the others, by quite a bit. I'm
making up for the last chapter being so short.

-Seph

Warnings: Shounon ai, Language, Mature Content, Character
Death, Angst, 1 + 2, 3 + 4, 5 + M, 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 + Chapter V + By Seph Lorraine +

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Slowly, students began stumbling from their dormitories towards
their classrooms. Thursday morning was a bleak and dull morning
for all at Swyna. The clouds in the sky had darkened their grey,
and were puffing up dangerously. There was a prediction for rain.

Duo dragged to the cafeteria, unaware of his name and just where
he was. He was still having trouble adapting to getting up at seven
in the morning (all teenagers have the right to be dead until noon
at least), and making it to get breakfast right before the bell rang.

He went through the line rather quickly, as everyone was in a hurry
to get to class on time, and picked up a chocolate icing donut(1). He
stood before the lady at the register, whom gave him the proper
total.

He blinked. Why did everything she say sound like jibberish?

"Duo, are you even awake in there?" The lady, she knew Duo, for
he often frequented the cafeteria when he ran out of food in his own
stash back at the dorm.

He snapped out of his hazy state suddenly, "What?"

She gave him the price again(2). He paid and munched on his donut
heading off to class.


"Hey, Trowa-chan!" Quatre took his seat, happily in the back of the
room beside his silent boyfriend.

The sleepy unibanged man, quirked an eyebrow. Noticing Quatre
didn't see this, he quirked the visable one. "...chan?"

The blond thought for a moment, "Oh! It's Trowa-kun! Ohayoo,
Trowa-kun!"

Even with all the love he felt for his little cherub, Trowa could not
help but be sickeningly disgusted by the fact that Quatre was such
a morning person. He silently (of course), made a vow to cure his
angel of this horrid habbit. He nodded his head quietly to the blond.

"So, I had a dream last night, Tro! Wanna hear it?"

"..."

"Great!" The Arabian began, "Remember when I tried to climb out my
dorm window in the seventh grade?"

"..."

"Well, in my dream, I was doing it again! Only, this time I wasn't
going to see you, I was trying to run away because something was
in my dorm room."

"...?"

"I'm getting there! I'm getting there! So, the thing is, I couldn't see
what it was--"

"..."

"Would you stop interrupting? Ok, I couldn't see it, but I heard--"

"...!"

"What is it, now?"

"..." Trowa's eye narrowed only the smallest bit at the figure entering
the doorway.

Quatre tried to keep his eyes from bulging at the entering figure by
looking down to his desk and becoming suddenly enraptured by his
literature notebook.

The figure passed all of them, silently, without so much as a glance,
taking his seat at the end of the row, and pulling his books out of the
bag, reading the assignment on the board infront of him.

Wufei, on the other side of Trowa, who had already begun his work,
coughed, as the new guy sat down, shot him a glare through brown
eyes, and went back to writing. Meanwhile, unnoticed by anyone else,
Duo had entered the classroom, and was heading back towards his
seat. When he took his seat, a few students approached his desk,
as usual, and began to chat.. and mercilessly flirt, with him.

"Duo! You had detention again yesterday, you poor thing!" Ami,
a petite Japanese girl with large brown eyes approached with her
best friend, Hannah. "I hope you're not planning on getting it again
today. It won't look too good on your record, ya know?"

Hannah nodded enthusiastically.

The two girls continued sharing new jokes and talking, while Duo, still
trying to figure out if he was awake or not, listened to their babble.
Though to him it sounded more like, "Iggu hubba jubba dub dub..."
and other such nonsense. They continued talking, for a while and left
to go blab someone else's ears off with their senseless jabber.

Finally letting his brain wake up, he pulled out his literature note
book and glanced up at the board.

" Write a short poem about one of your feelings. "

Duo blinked. What the hell happened to Lit. class? What the hell
was she trying to start here, group therapy? He paused, feeling
the strange urge to say 'baka onna' and 'this is injustice'. Rolling
his eyes, he tapped his pencil on the side of his book, thinking.
'A feeling...' He bit the tip of the eraser and wrinkled his nose.
'Yuck!' He got an idea...

'This feeling I have is really gross,
Good thing I didn't eat any toast,
If I had, I might have thrown up,
Uh oh! I had a donut.'

The American was very protective of his poetry, and was not keen on
reading it aloud, nor letting others read it at all. Payge-san, the Literature
sensei often got upset with Duo, but she was also keen on hearing any
and all responses to their written assignments, especially Duo's. He had
decided long ago when he discovered poetry, that if ever there was a
chance he would have to read it out loud, write something stupid and
eventually they would stop asking.

Pleased, he set his pencil down and leaned back in his chair, watching
the riot of the classroom. The bell had rang a while ago, and the teacher
still wasn't here.

The classroom was rather loud, as all the students were up from their
seats, walking about and socialising. He took a glance over at his friends
on the row beside him. Quatre was eagerly telling his silent boyfriend
the details of his latest dream, and Wufei, beyond them, was still struggling
with the assignment.

Duo had long ago discovered that poetry was one of Wufei's few weak
spots, even though the Chinese man only replied that it was 'a weak
onna's job to try to make speech pretty through such lame measures'
and how it was 'injustice that we so mutilate our language to fit the needs
of some weak onnas whom thought everything in the world had to be
"pretty" or something akin to it'.

Unconsciously, the braided boy's eyes drifted beyond him to the stoic
boy at the other end of the row. Heero had apparently finished, and
was gazing blankly out of the window. His messy chocolate hair fell
into his blue eyes with an almost rugged grace. The boy wore a short-
sleeved, button-up shirt of forrest green, and some casual dark blue
jeans.

The boy must have sensed Duo's gaze, for he suddenly turned and met
the boy's gaze, narrowing his cold blue eyes into a glare. The braided
boy turned away and leaned forward slightly, so that the three desks
between them hid him from the other boy's vision. No sooner than he
had moved, Heero's gaze moved out the window again.

"...?!"

"I know! How a wolf got into my dormitory, I don't know. It was a really
weird dream. But then again, I think I heard howling coming from
Custodian Bob's room, across the lawn, again. That's probably what
influenced the dream..." The blond boy turned slightly, seeing Duo,
"Aa! When did you get here?"

"A while ago." The American sighed, "I had a pretty weird dream last
night, too..."

Three eyes--remember only one of Trowa's is visable--looked at him,
imploring him to share the tale.

"Well... I fell asleep rather early, sometime around 10:30, and I started
having this odd dream that I was still awake, and that I was waiting for
someone. So, I was watching the TV and some man was telling me about
Hell and all it's wonders and whatnot--"

Quatre frowned but let it slide.

"And I remember looking at the clock every few minutes, hoping that
whoever it was would get there soon." Duo's eyes were rather distant
as he stared down at his notebook, like he wasn't really paying any
attention to what he was saying. "But they weren't there yet, and I was
getting scared..." He drifted off slightly, and his violet eyes glanced up,
"I think I was having some trouble breathing, and when I glanced in
the mirror, I was unusually pale." He began tapping his pencil upon the
edge of the desk, "I went to the window, and looked through the curtains
hoping that I would see whoever it was coming, and I saw someone...
or something. I don't know what, but it was very pale, too, and it had
the most strange blue eyes..."

Both of the boys beside him were leaning over intently listening, their
eye(s) wide and unblinking.

"But then I woke up, and I was standing there, looking out the window,
so I just turned off the lights and went to bed." He shrugged nonchall-
antly.

The Arabian boy was looking a bit disturbed, and frowned deeply at his
friend, "Did you recognise who it was outside of the window?"

Duo looked up, and frowned, "It was very dark... All I could really see
was his eyes, and he wasn't looking at me. I woke up before he could.
I remember though, the skin of his face was very pale, and his eyes
were extremely blue. He must have been wearing black or something,
because it was impossible to tell if it had a body or not. It was also kind
of cold, but I think that was from the window."

Quatre's face looked seriously contemplative, "Were you afraid?"

With a voice thick of sarcasm, Duo turned his face to the pale blond,
"Oh yes, Quatre, I was terrified that I had a DREAM," he exaggerated
the word dream, "about looking through a window!" He slumped back
in his seat again, sighing.

"No... I mean, in the dream. When you were waiting for whoever it
was to come. Where you afraid?" The Arabian pryed.

Not quite understanding, Duo shook his head, "Was I afraid of what?"

"Of that--whatever it was that you saw out the window...? Were you
afraid of it?"

The braided boy thought for a moment or two, "No... I think I was
kind of relieved. Maybe that was who I was waiting for. Though, there
was some sadness, too." He shrugged, "I don't know. A dream is a
dream."

"You know that often, in a coven, witches can cast spells to forsee
things of the future in their dreams--" The blond boy was cut off by
three glares-- Wufei had been listening, without them knowing.

"Hey, Winner, whatever happened to Allah? You're going wiccan on
us, now?" The Chinese man questioned across the row, and Quatre
frowned.

"Well, actually, I was doing some thinking last night, and maybe
being a Muslim isn't for me..." He smiled weakly at his three friends,
"I know! I know, but I started to look around at some wiccan sites,
and it looks really cool!"

Wufei sighed, resignedly, "Winner, religion is not supposed to be
something that's 'cool'. You can't just become a Christian, or a
Buddhist, or Muslim because it's 'cool'. It's got to be something
you seriously believe, and I'm willing to bet wicca is the same."

"And you haven't even given being a Muslim a whole year yet, like
you have in the past. Give it some time, after a year, if you seriosuly
don't think what you are right now is working, try wicca next year!"
Duo added from his corner.

Trowa showed his agreement with the other two by a small speech
of his own, "..."

The blond rested his hand on his knuckles and nodded, frowning,
"Fine, then--"

The lights of the room went out, and was accompanied by a scream
or two from a few of the girls up front. And of course, the anonymous
dialogue proceeded:

"Take your hands off my woman!"

"Watch where your stepping! That was my toe!"

"Oh my God! I hear the new guy's fiance is the princess of the Canq--"

"Shut up, the lights are off!"

"May I have my homework back now?"

The classroom finally settled down, and Ms. Payge cut the lights on
again, smiling. "Ohayoo, minna-san." She bowed.

All students stood by their desks and bowed, voices droning the usual,
"Ohayoogozaimasu, Payge-sensi." And making a most awful racket of
desks scraping against the floor as they took their seats again.

"I hope you have all completed your board assignment. I will once again
be taking volunteers for our readings. I hope you all could think of a way
to complete the assignment without profanity, and still keep it interesting."

There were a few chuckles through the classroom, as the teacher
began to look around, and paused, "Oh yes! One announcement,
there will be a dance on Saturday at seven celebrating the beginnng
of the school year, for those who wish to attend. Admission is seven
dollars for singles, ten dollars for couples, as usual." She smiled,
"Now, who would like to read their poem?"

Up front, some geeky little kid raised his hand high, waving it to and
fro, "Pick me! Pick me! I wanna read! Me! Pick me!" Though, the
teacher already had her eyes set on a certain young man in the back
row.

"Mr. Yuy. Why don't you stand and read us your poem?" She smiled, out
of the corner of her eye she saw Duo release a sigh of relief.

His face showed nothing, as he rose beside his desk, and recited, in dull
monotone:

"I see no humour in this,
This teaching tactic used,
I cannot help but but feeling,
That I am very unamused."

He sat down again silently.

There were a few confused blinks, and a few badly muffled sniggers all
around the room, the teacher stood slightly shocked, "Are you insulting
the way I teach my class?" She said it in good humour, as a smile broke
from her face. "Very nice, Mr. Yuy. Unamusement is a very amusing
poetry topic, ne?" She chuckled.

Someone had brought in some crickets, and they were chirping quite
loudly.

"Eh heh..." She looked around, "Lynn? How about you?"

Everyone knew Lynn was a horrible poet, but none the less, he girl stood,
smiling, and began to recite:

"I sense the sun is shining,
My cat has not gone away,
I found my pink heels in the closet,
This is a happy day!"

She sat down.

"Aa..." The teacher tried to hide her disappointment, "That was...happy."

Around the classroom, people were trying desperately to hold their
breakfast in, when Payge-sensei called everyone's favourite reader,
"Mr. Maxwell? Enlighten us."

Frowning, Duo stood, and began to recite his poem most elabourately,
with hand gestures and changing his voice.

"This feeling I have is really gross,
Good thing I didn't eat any toast,
If I had, I might have thrown up,
Uh oh! I had a donut."

He ended with a flourish as he mimed someone kneeling over, puking.

There was a wave of giggles and laughter through the room as he sat
down again, and the teacher simply lifted an eyebrow and moved on
with her lesson.

Nobody noticed a very 'amused' smirk flicker across Heero's lips.


By lunch period, the outdoors were a ghastly grey place, and the
students were refusing to go out onto the lawns. Sitting at their normal
table, Trowa, Wufei, Quatre, and for the day, Duo, were having a light
conversation.

Duo was glancing around the room looking for someone, "Hilde's class
was supposed to have third period lunch today as well... I wonder when
she'll show up."

Just then the dark-haired girl was seen pushing a way through the crowd,
pulling another dark-haired girl with her. As she approached they could
see that the girl with Hilde was a Chinese girl of the same grade. "Hey,
you guys! This is so cool! We get to eat lunch together!"

Duo moved over allowing room for two more on the bench beside him,
and Hilde sat down tugging her friend with her. The Chinese girl hesitated
slightly, but was finally tugged down by her friend.

"This is Meilan!(3) She started in my class at the bigging of the year." Hilde
pointed to each boy around the table, "Meilan, this is Duo--my bro, as I
was telling you, this is Wufei--say hi, Wu-man, this is Trowa--he's really
quiet, and that's Quatre--he changes his religion every year." She smiled
and the girl nodded, appearing quite shy.

Meilan paused a moment and narrowed her gaze onto Wufei, "Clan?"

"Dragon." His short reply, as he narrowed his own brown-eyed gaze.

"Chang Wufei, then?" She smiled. "I have heard of you. You live with
one of your mother's relatives in Kyoto. How odd that I should meet
you here." She continued, "I presume you know about me, too."

He narrowed his eyes. That was a bad subject to start conversation on,
but of course, what would a 'weak onna' know about that? "I do not
wish to discuss it right now, onna." (4)

Hilde turned back to Meilan as conversation between the two started up
again. By the time a lone figure in forrest green had made his way through
the cafeteria and out onto the lawn, only two people were paying attention.

Wufei spoke casually towards Duo, the only other observer. "He won't
be here tomorrow. None of the new students in our class ever stay a
whole three days. I'm really surprised that with all of the rumours going
around, he's decided to stay this long."

The braided boy nodded, "I wonder why he's going out on the lawn. It'll
probably start raining any minute now." He looked back at Wufei, "He
went out there yesterday and climbed up into a tree and just sat there."

"Did you speak to him?" Now the others were paying attention.

Nodding, Duo looked towards Quatre who had asked the question, "Yes..
Though, I don't think he wanted to talk to me. Or anyone for that matter."
He glanced back at the door, "I assume he was pretty upset about
something."

The blond shot a sad glance from Trowa to Wufei.

Dismissing the look, the American continued, "He's not very social, and
when I did talk to him... He didn't say much. I asked him if there was
something wrong, and he pretty much told me to stay out of his business."

"That's because you pry, Maxwell." Wufei crossed his arms and glanced
out at the lawn where the new guy had disappeared, "And he dosen't
appear to have much to say anyway."

Meilan hardened her expression of thoughtfulness, "Seems like someone
whose trying not to attract attention to themselves... Or maybe he just
dosen't get along well with people." She thumbed her chin, "I should like
to speak with him."

Rising from the table she began to head around the table towards the
doors, when her arm was caught. She looked down to meet Wufei's
stern gaze, "If you find him, meet us at the gates afterschool and tell
us anything you have found." He let go, and she stood thinking for a
moment.

Nodding, she headed out of the doors.

Duo and Hilde blinked in unison, glancing back and forth from the doors
to the three boys at the table before them.

Duo was the first to speak, "Uh... Anyone wanna tell us what's going
on?"


When they all met up at the gates that afternoon, it had not yet rained,
and the skies were still cloudy and grey. There was someone waiting
for them, though.

A very stricken looking Meilan.


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1) *Keyboard short-circuits due to excessive drooling* ...!

2) Ano... By chance, none of you happen to know how much yen
would be a reasonable amount, if not cheaper, to pay when buying
a donut, ka? Iie? ...Dammit.

3) Wufei seems to be the outcast of the group, when I read over
this. I felt bad for him, so... He gets a friend! *wink, wink, nudge,
nudge* ^_~

4) Hai, they KNOW OF each other, but they do not KNOW each
other. And in the nest chapter you shall see why! He he he!