~Liberi Fatali~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Notes: How long since I last updated?! So sorry! I was caught up
doing my Trowa 1/2 story, but once I'm done with that, I'll work
on this fic more! Promise!
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I hate classes…especially history…" Trowa thinks irritably as he taps
the keyboard in boredom. The classroom is large, but it has to be
when you fit every single computer for every single student.
Trowa looks anywhere but his teacher, Zechs Merquise.
Despite his title as a teacher, he's young, only a few years older
than Trowa. His icy blue eyes give a striking contrast to his pale
skin and hair. Note that his hair is long…so long that it comes down
to his waist.
If Trowa weren't used to Zech's appearance for long hair,
he would certainly shudder. Guys with long hair seems, well,
the closest word would be unnatural.
He imagines Heero with long hair.
Gah. Wrong image. Trowa's cross between laughing and choking.
"Trowa Barton."
Good thing he gathers himself before he explodes.
"Yes?" Trowa answers to Zechs.
"Please come here, I need to classify something."
Why would he ask that now? Trowa glances around to see that
everyone's gone except for him. Boredom does seems to pass time…
Trowa quickly approaches Zechs before he starts being impatient.
But what could Zechs possibly need to classify? Trowa questions
the man before him.
Zechs equally matches his gaze with a glare,
"Trowa, you have satisfying good grades on every course,
pass almost every paper test and able to hold up your techniques well."
Trowa is off guard for a second. Zechs is not the type of person to
compliment a student…
"But you missed a lot of the G.F. Tests." He continues with added
intensity in his glare.
Trowa would have slap himself if the gaze didn't hold him.
With all the training he did with Heero, he missed the announcements
for those tests. G.F., meaning "Guardian Forces," are spirits that
assist you during battle. There are many different kinds according
to different elements. Unfortunately, he missed the tests that
involve capturing and battling. Damn, he'll never be a SeeD now…
"Do you have a reasonable excuse Trowa Barton?"
He shakes his head in response.
"I see," Zechs eyes him considerably.
"You have the G.F. Shiva, am I correct?"
Shiva, the ice element G.F. It's a choice given to students at
the start of the year whether they want to train with or without a G.F.
Heero doesn't believe in assistant, but Trowa thinks it's handy.
Zechs takes Trowa's silence as a yes. "Then this is your test, Trowa Barton:
We will go to the fire cave found at the east.
You will proceed in the cave and retrieve the item placed inside.
A bonus if you capture the fire G.F., Ifrit, but I will be timing you
on your progress. An overtime is a failure."
Trowa nods in acceptance, "When will the test take place?"
"This afternoon at 3:00. I will be waiting outside. Don't be late."
~tbc~
By Moon Dragon
Warnings: *YAOI* future pairings: 1+2, MU+3, 3+4, AU, 5+Meiran,
AU, some romance and swearing.
Notes: How long since I last updated?! So sorry! I was caught up
doing my Trowa 1/2 story, but once I'm done with that, I'll work
on this fic more! Promise!
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else
from Final Fantasy 8.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I hate classes…especially history…" Trowa thinks irritably as he taps
the keyboard in boredom. The classroom is large, but it has to be
when you fit every single computer for every single student.
Trowa looks anywhere but his teacher, Zechs Merquise.
Despite his title as a teacher, he's young, only a few years older
than Trowa. His icy blue eyes give a striking contrast to his pale
skin and hair. Note that his hair is long…so long that it comes down
to his waist.
If Trowa weren't used to Zech's appearance for long hair,
he would certainly shudder. Guys with long hair seems, well,
the closest word would be unnatural.
He imagines Heero with long hair.
Gah. Wrong image. Trowa's cross between laughing and choking.
"Trowa Barton."
Good thing he gathers himself before he explodes.
"Yes?" Trowa answers to Zechs.
"Please come here, I need to classify something."
Why would he ask that now? Trowa glances around to see that
everyone's gone except for him. Boredom does seems to pass time…
Trowa quickly approaches Zechs before he starts being impatient.
But what could Zechs possibly need to classify? Trowa questions
the man before him.
Zechs equally matches his gaze with a glare,
"Trowa, you have satisfying good grades on every course,
pass almost every paper test and able to hold up your techniques well."
Trowa is off guard for a second. Zechs is not the type of person to
compliment a student…
"But you missed a lot of the G.F. Tests." He continues with added
intensity in his glare.
Trowa would have slap himself if the gaze didn't hold him.
With all the training he did with Heero, he missed the announcements
for those tests. G.F., meaning "Guardian Forces," are spirits that
assist you during battle. There are many different kinds according
to different elements. Unfortunately, he missed the tests that
involve capturing and battling. Damn, he'll never be a SeeD now…
"Do you have a reasonable excuse Trowa Barton?"
He shakes his head in response.
"I see," Zechs eyes him considerably.
"You have the G.F. Shiva, am I correct?"
Shiva, the ice element G.F. It's a choice given to students at
the start of the year whether they want to train with or without a G.F.
Heero doesn't believe in assistant, but Trowa thinks it's handy.
Zechs takes Trowa's silence as a yes. "Then this is your test, Trowa Barton:
We will go to the fire cave found at the east.
You will proceed in the cave and retrieve the item placed inside.
A bonus if you capture the fire G.F., Ifrit, but I will be timing you
on your progress. An overtime is a failure."
Trowa nods in acceptance, "When will the test take place?"
"This afternoon at 3:00. I will be waiting outside. Don't be late."
~tbc~