_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Chapter 5-Phase one: setting the stage
I woke up with a start at the sound a teakettle whistle in the kitchen. I'm
so startled that I loose my balance, and my legs spread aimlessly around
the couch only sped my head's decent to the wood floor.
A loud (*thunk*) could be heard throughout the house, and there I lay, one foot still on the couch, and the other sprawled out over the ground along with the rest of my body.
"What the." I heard Heero shout as he ran into the living room, where he found me on the floor, rubbing my head. I saw him standing there, spatula in hand with worried eyes until he saw a grin creep across my face, at which he narrowed his eyes.
"Hey stranger," I greeted him.
"Baka." Heero turned back into the kitchen where the whistling was quickly cut off and a chorus of sizzling began.
"You know it." I answered back with my happy sarcasm. I may be an idiot, but it's sure great to be alive again. I was ready for another school day with Quatre; never a dull moment, well unless you're with Trowa. It's hard to have a good time with a guy who never speaks. He should get a translator or something.
"What's cooking, Hee-chan?" I sniffed the air and smiled.
I had already gotten dressed and taken a shower, and sloppily braided my hair. Heero had long since finished cooking and was already eating the scrambled eggs he'd cooked. There was some left on another plate that he'd put aside. I guessed that was mine.but that was barely enough to feed an ant. So that's why he was so skinny? Well, I'll show him what a real breakfast is.
"Thanks for thinking of me, Heero, but this won't do at all!" I looked at the meager portion puzzlingly. Heero just shoved another bite of his share into his mouth as I poked through all the munchies he had lying around in the cabinets. What was all this?! Rice, vegetables, eggs, fish? Where was the grease? Oh, right, he's Japanese, they probably don't even have a word in their language for 'grease'.
I sighed helplessly. Heero looked bemused.
"You think it's funny, don't cha; that you have all this healthy crap around?" Heero stared at me just the same. If he wasn't made of stone, I'd swear he was going to laugh.
"Hn." Heero announced, almost as if he was enjoying my despair.
I sat reluctantly down at the table and, after drowning my plate in ketchup, began munching at the eggs.
"I appreciate the breakfast, buddy." I said as I washed my empty dish and put it into the dishwasher, "but you've got to let me cook you some food my way, k?"
Heero looked like he was going to be sick, probably thinking about the eggs and ketchup that he painfully watched me devour that morning, but then he got an idea.
"Alright, Duo, but you've got to buy the supplies." That was really evil of him. He knew I didn't have a job.
"You're on, Hee-chan! When's your band's next gig? Or have you forgotten our little deal?" Now, I was the evil one. Heero looked shocked. He had completely forgotten about that promise. Heero=defeated. Point for me! Things were starting to heat up.
"Tonight, 9-10 at the club down the street." He sighed, "We have a rehearsal at 7. You'll have to come, and I'll ask the guys." He walked out the door, and I followed right after him, slipping out before he shut the door. I grinned insanely and ran outside like a little kid, but stopped at the sidewalk to wait for Mr. have-no-fun-or-die to walk conservatively down the stairs and to my side, at which point, I too continued walking. I kept looking at him, and with each turn of my head, his eyes narrowed disapprovingly. I wondered how long I could keep it up until he got so fed up that he'd either say 'Hn' or close his eyes completely. Heero's eyes were beautiful, admittedly, but they weren't all that big, so every time he narrowed his eyes, I challenged how long he could keep them open. He didn't like this game, I could tell, but that's not to mention that I was getting particularly annoyed as well.
Eventually, I went in front of him, begging him to stop and talk, and he completely ignored this attempt. Heero had been startled by my jumping ahead so he had wide eyes, wide enough to give me a good, hard, death glare, and just as he was about to walk around me, I started walking backwards so we were eye to eye.
It was quite a picture, me walking backwards, without turning around to see what was ahead. I nearly missed a couple of telephones and brushed against a tree, but aside from that things were going just fine.
"So, Heero, have to be forced into eye contact, huh? Is this any way to treat your partner?" He looked away. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
"Hn." Heero looked at me
"He speaks!"
"Shut up baka."
"Yeah, I know. At least you managed a full sentence; not too shabby. So, how are we going to get Quatre and Trowa together?"
"Hn." (Not this again.)
"Well. We've already determined that they're head over heels in love with each other, right?" I receive a slight nod, "So, it's our job as guardians to help them."
"Yeah, but I've tried almost everything at this point; anonymous e-mails, hints, even getting them alone together, I just don't think."
"Exactly, you just don't think." I waved a finger accusingly and smiled, "I can tell you've never done this sort of thing before. Playing matchmaker is just one of Shinigami's many talents. Watch and learn; phase one begins today."
I pulled over to the other side of the sidewalk, because I didn't need his attention any longer, and started walking forwards again; concocting all sorts of romantic situations I could set up to get them together. It helped to fanaticize about me and Heero.
Heero snorted, very confident that I couldn't pull something like this off. Well, I'd sure show him. Once I was done with Quatre, he'd be thanking Allah ten times over for his wonderful guardian angel. I know, it's not polite to let my ego run away like this, but it's hard not to when I'm having so much.
fun.
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"Hey, Quatre!" I waved enthusiastically, leaving my moody partner behind, I jolted up to his side. He didn't look too happy. I hoped I could make him feel better.
"Hello Duo. Are you prepared for Music class today? We're getting a brand new piece today. I hope, I mean 'cause he's in our class and all, that."
".that Trowa will be in our group. Yeah, me too, he's a decent with the flute, but you have other reasons, right buddy," I elbowed him playfully with a grin. Quatre still looked very surprised.
He blushed fervently, "But, how did you know?" He looked at his feet nervously as if he was waiting to be judged. I guess it was then that I realized that I was only making him feel worse. Well, that had to change. God, did he think it was wrong to like guys?!
"Oh, come on, Quatre. The way you look at him, it's so obvious, but I guess I just have a natural talent for noticing these things. Can't blame you really, 'cause he's really hot!"
"Huh, Duo?" He looked at me, first puzzled. I put on a grin.
"You heard what I said.he's a hottie. What? Don't tell me you don't think so." I teased.
"Do you mean to say what I think you're saying?" Quatre looked genuinely happy. I guess he'd never found anyone else like him before, or he had but didn't know it.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? And, please forgive me if I'm wrong, but come on, Quatre, the way you look at Trowa.it's no big secret."
Quatre smiled and jumped to hug me, this had obviously been bothering him for a long time. I let him wrap my arms around me. He needed someone to help him through this, and who better to help then his own guardian angel. I was pleased that I gave him comfort as I rubbed his back gently.
"Thank you, Duo." He choked on my shoulder, "I didn't know how to tell anyone." He pulled back from me and wiped a single tear from his eye.
"Do problem, Q," I saw he was still uneasy, "It's not wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but," He rubbed his arm shakily, "could you not tell anyone."
"Of course, Q-man; it's our little secret. You're never alone, ever. There's always someone. Remember that. I'm here for you, whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, if you need someone to talk to, or if you want to check out all the hot guys on campus."
Quatre let out a laugh because it sounded funny; never having been able to do that before. He was still uneasy of his sexuality, but glad he wasn't alone. I'd make sure he knew that.
"That's it, Q! A little laugh never hurt anyone. I've got to go, so I'll catch you later!"
"Thank you." Quatre waved as I jolted from his side. He had a burden taken off his shoulders, which was a big step, but I had a feeling that Heero was right about this guy. The rest of my mission wouldn't be so easy.
I ran off inside to quickly go to my locker before class started. I don't know why I bothered, what did I care what my grade was? My soul purpose of being here was to help Quatre, and now to help Heero help Trowa. I supposed it was better that I fit in, anyway.
History book, history binder, harp music, Latin book? Ok, I knew that since I was in the 'heavenly choir' and they liked Mozart's music, or rather, Mozart (really crabby guy) made us sing his music, so I should know Latin, but I couldn't care less. Oh well, off to my first Latin class.
"Class, this is Duo Maxwell," I waved exuberantly at my unenthused class and brightened as I could concentrate my devious ways on the pony-tailed Chinese boy who was doing his best to hide from my gaze as I came into the room. Also, I noticed Trowa was there. The teacher motioned that I sit next to him.
I saw Wufei breathing heavily in relief on the opposite side of the room as I took my seat by Trowa. I noticed that Trowa looked a little more thoughtful than usual, a little forlorn. I began to write notes to him. So what if tall, dark, and handsome didn't speak, he could write, couldn't he?
Trowa,
This class is boring. What are you thinking about?
Duo
Duo,
I only take this class because I think I'm Latin.
Trowa
You mean Latino, right, you're Hispanic. You should take Spanish. You look French, did you know that?
Hmmm, I never thought about it. commo estas?
I'm okay, but you don't look okay. I'd bet my breakfast you're thinking about Quatre.
If I say I'm not, would you give me your breakfast.?
No. I already ate it. That's why I bet it.
Oh. That's weird. Well, then you're right. How did you know?
You like him don't you.
At this point Trowa was caught with the note and the teacher took it away. Trowa was tuning red as a beet and as the teacher read the note. She was looking at Duo and Trowa with an 'I-really-didn't-need-to-know' expression, and quickly recycled the piece of paper containing their written conversation.
For the rest of the period, she kept close watch on the two students and repetitively called on them for answers. I, of course, knowing nothing about the language besides that the grumpy guy Mozart liked it a whole lot, was entirely lost for the whole class, and when I was asked to speak, just said something in French. I'm fluent, you know. Learned it when I was up in heaven from a friend I made. Needless to say, I was on the teacher's bad side.
But, just when I thought the period was going to turn out to be a complete drag, Trowa flipped a note onto my desk, and I opened it up carefully.
Yes. I do like Quatre.
You're a very good judge of character, Trowa, and Quatre's a real looker too, but he's all yours. I don't like him in that way.
Really, you're gay, too?
Yeah. Don't go telling the whole world, though (not that you're one to gossip, of course) and I'll apply the same courtesy.
Gotcha. Thanks, Duo.
No problem, but tell me on thing, is Heero available?
Heero I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me Yuy?
Yeah.that's him.I can't bring myself to ask him about his sexual preference.what kind of a question is that?
You've got a point, but if he's actually let you within an arms width of him the entire time, you've gotten closer than anyone's ever been with his consent..but you do have some girl competition.
I'm not surprised.Relena, right?
Yeah. She really has a problem with being discreet. But as for your question, if you can get that frighteningly obsessive Peacecraft to stop drooling over him, he's free as a bird.
Merci beaucoup, mon ami. After this class, I'm off to wipe up a little saliva.
That sounds so lovely, Duo.
I know, but somebody's got to do it.
The bell rang out to end the period and everyone picked up their books and left, including a smiling Trowa. I'm glad I'd made him happy, too. Now, the stage was set for Trowa and Quatre. It was a little ambitious, and very unstable, but I couldn't help wanting to set the stage for Heero and I as well. Besides, that Relena girl was in my next class. I was feeling devious. I was sorry for Zechs, who was very fond of me, but I knew that it was just part of my nature to wreak havoc upon humankind. It's not easy, you know; give me at least a little credit here.
"Hey there gorgeous," I came up casually to Quatre at his locker, who blushed slightly at the compliment. I guess he wasn't used to guys flirting with him.
"Looking quite nice yourself, Duo, how was your first period of the day?" He tried to change the topic. I could have told him just now that Trowa liked him, but it needed to be more romantic than that. They were going to be head over heels in love by the time I finished with them.
"It was OK. I'm off to history, but I heard that ms. Prissy Peacecraft is in my class. Talk about dumb luck."
"What have you got against Relena, not to be contradictory, but I don't understand how you could possibly form such strong opinions without spending a significant amount of time with her, or are you previous acquaintances?"
"Whoa, Q-man, you're going to make my head spin one of these days or get caught by the vocabulary overuse police, my money goes on insanity. Weather it's yours or mine, I haven't decided yet."
"Sorry, Duo."
"No problem, Q. I was just teasing. And the problem with Relena is that she's always hanging on Heero. It's sickening."
"Do I sense jealousy?" Quatre smirked and crossed his arms impatiently.
"Why the heck would I envy her. All Heero does is tell her to get lost and threaten her death, what's there to be envious of?"
Quatre simply tapped his foot impatiently, "You're beating around the bush."
"So what if I do like the guy? It's not like I've known him for more than a day. Hmph! You're so nosy!"
"Maybe, Duo, but so are you. Good luck with Relena, and I really mean that. I'd give her a good punch myself if I believed in that sort of thing. You're not the only one with a grudge."
"Oh, how's that?"
"She won the class president election against me," I had never seen anyone, much less cute little Quatre, look so much like Heero. It was kind of scary, ok, so it was very scary. "That cheater made false promises that gained her a lot of votes. That coward of a politician!"
I laughed at Quatre as his hands turned into fists. It was interesting to see him get so riled up about a class election. "Q, if you want to be in politics, you've got to do as the politicians do. You're much too nice for that. I'll see you at lunch!" I waved goodbye and walked into history with a smile on my face which immediately turned into a smirk as soon as I saw Relena. Time for a lesson in obsession, Miss Relena, and I don't think Heero will object.
A loud (*thunk*) could be heard throughout the house, and there I lay, one foot still on the couch, and the other sprawled out over the ground along with the rest of my body.
"What the." I heard Heero shout as he ran into the living room, where he found me on the floor, rubbing my head. I saw him standing there, spatula in hand with worried eyes until he saw a grin creep across my face, at which he narrowed his eyes.
"Hey stranger," I greeted him.
"Baka." Heero turned back into the kitchen where the whistling was quickly cut off and a chorus of sizzling began.
"You know it." I answered back with my happy sarcasm. I may be an idiot, but it's sure great to be alive again. I was ready for another school day with Quatre; never a dull moment, well unless you're with Trowa. It's hard to have a good time with a guy who never speaks. He should get a translator or something.
"What's cooking, Hee-chan?" I sniffed the air and smiled.
I had already gotten dressed and taken a shower, and sloppily braided my hair. Heero had long since finished cooking and was already eating the scrambled eggs he'd cooked. There was some left on another plate that he'd put aside. I guessed that was mine.but that was barely enough to feed an ant. So that's why he was so skinny? Well, I'll show him what a real breakfast is.
"Thanks for thinking of me, Heero, but this won't do at all!" I looked at the meager portion puzzlingly. Heero just shoved another bite of his share into his mouth as I poked through all the munchies he had lying around in the cabinets. What was all this?! Rice, vegetables, eggs, fish? Where was the grease? Oh, right, he's Japanese, they probably don't even have a word in their language for 'grease'.
I sighed helplessly. Heero looked bemused.
"You think it's funny, don't cha; that you have all this healthy crap around?" Heero stared at me just the same. If he wasn't made of stone, I'd swear he was going to laugh.
"Hn." Heero announced, almost as if he was enjoying my despair.
I sat reluctantly down at the table and, after drowning my plate in ketchup, began munching at the eggs.
"I appreciate the breakfast, buddy." I said as I washed my empty dish and put it into the dishwasher, "but you've got to let me cook you some food my way, k?"
Heero looked like he was going to be sick, probably thinking about the eggs and ketchup that he painfully watched me devour that morning, but then he got an idea.
"Alright, Duo, but you've got to buy the supplies." That was really evil of him. He knew I didn't have a job.
"You're on, Hee-chan! When's your band's next gig? Or have you forgotten our little deal?" Now, I was the evil one. Heero looked shocked. He had completely forgotten about that promise. Heero=defeated. Point for me! Things were starting to heat up.
"Tonight, 9-10 at the club down the street." He sighed, "We have a rehearsal at 7. You'll have to come, and I'll ask the guys." He walked out the door, and I followed right after him, slipping out before he shut the door. I grinned insanely and ran outside like a little kid, but stopped at the sidewalk to wait for Mr. have-no-fun-or-die to walk conservatively down the stairs and to my side, at which point, I too continued walking. I kept looking at him, and with each turn of my head, his eyes narrowed disapprovingly. I wondered how long I could keep it up until he got so fed up that he'd either say 'Hn' or close his eyes completely. Heero's eyes were beautiful, admittedly, but they weren't all that big, so every time he narrowed his eyes, I challenged how long he could keep them open. He didn't like this game, I could tell, but that's not to mention that I was getting particularly annoyed as well.
Eventually, I went in front of him, begging him to stop and talk, and he completely ignored this attempt. Heero had been startled by my jumping ahead so he had wide eyes, wide enough to give me a good, hard, death glare, and just as he was about to walk around me, I started walking backwards so we were eye to eye.
It was quite a picture, me walking backwards, without turning around to see what was ahead. I nearly missed a couple of telephones and brushed against a tree, but aside from that things were going just fine.
"So, Heero, have to be forced into eye contact, huh? Is this any way to treat your partner?" He looked away. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
"Hn." Heero looked at me
"He speaks!"
"Shut up baka."
"Yeah, I know. At least you managed a full sentence; not too shabby. So, how are we going to get Quatre and Trowa together?"
"Hn." (Not this again.)
"Well. We've already determined that they're head over heels in love with each other, right?" I receive a slight nod, "So, it's our job as guardians to help them."
"Yeah, but I've tried almost everything at this point; anonymous e-mails, hints, even getting them alone together, I just don't think."
"Exactly, you just don't think." I waved a finger accusingly and smiled, "I can tell you've never done this sort of thing before. Playing matchmaker is just one of Shinigami's many talents. Watch and learn; phase one begins today."
I pulled over to the other side of the sidewalk, because I didn't need his attention any longer, and started walking forwards again; concocting all sorts of romantic situations I could set up to get them together. It helped to fanaticize about me and Heero.
Heero snorted, very confident that I couldn't pull something like this off. Well, I'd sure show him. Once I was done with Quatre, he'd be thanking Allah ten times over for his wonderful guardian angel. I know, it's not polite to let my ego run away like this, but it's hard not to when I'm having so much.
fun.
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"Hey, Quatre!" I waved enthusiastically, leaving my moody partner behind, I jolted up to his side. He didn't look too happy. I hoped I could make him feel better.
"Hello Duo. Are you prepared for Music class today? We're getting a brand new piece today. I hope, I mean 'cause he's in our class and all, that."
".that Trowa will be in our group. Yeah, me too, he's a decent with the flute, but you have other reasons, right buddy," I elbowed him playfully with a grin. Quatre still looked very surprised.
He blushed fervently, "But, how did you know?" He looked at his feet nervously as if he was waiting to be judged. I guess it was then that I realized that I was only making him feel worse. Well, that had to change. God, did he think it was wrong to like guys?!
"Oh, come on, Quatre. The way you look at him, it's so obvious, but I guess I just have a natural talent for noticing these things. Can't blame you really, 'cause he's really hot!"
"Huh, Duo?" He looked at me, first puzzled. I put on a grin.
"You heard what I said.he's a hottie. What? Don't tell me you don't think so." I teased.
"Do you mean to say what I think you're saying?" Quatre looked genuinely happy. I guess he'd never found anyone else like him before, or he had but didn't know it.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? And, please forgive me if I'm wrong, but come on, Quatre, the way you look at Trowa.it's no big secret."
Quatre smiled and jumped to hug me, this had obviously been bothering him for a long time. I let him wrap my arms around me. He needed someone to help him through this, and who better to help then his own guardian angel. I was pleased that I gave him comfort as I rubbed his back gently.
"Thank you, Duo." He choked on my shoulder, "I didn't know how to tell anyone." He pulled back from me and wiped a single tear from his eye.
"Do problem, Q," I saw he was still uneasy, "It's not wrong, you know."
"Yeah, I know, but," He rubbed his arm shakily, "could you not tell anyone."
"Of course, Q-man; it's our little secret. You're never alone, ever. There's always someone. Remember that. I'm here for you, whenever you need a shoulder to cry on, if you need someone to talk to, or if you want to check out all the hot guys on campus."
Quatre let out a laugh because it sounded funny; never having been able to do that before. He was still uneasy of his sexuality, but glad he wasn't alone. I'd make sure he knew that.
"That's it, Q! A little laugh never hurt anyone. I've got to go, so I'll catch you later!"
"Thank you." Quatre waved as I jolted from his side. He had a burden taken off his shoulders, which was a big step, but I had a feeling that Heero was right about this guy. The rest of my mission wouldn't be so easy.
I ran off inside to quickly go to my locker before class started. I don't know why I bothered, what did I care what my grade was? My soul purpose of being here was to help Quatre, and now to help Heero help Trowa. I supposed it was better that I fit in, anyway.
History book, history binder, harp music, Latin book? Ok, I knew that since I was in the 'heavenly choir' and they liked Mozart's music, or rather, Mozart (really crabby guy) made us sing his music, so I should know Latin, but I couldn't care less. Oh well, off to my first Latin class.
"Class, this is Duo Maxwell," I waved exuberantly at my unenthused class and brightened as I could concentrate my devious ways on the pony-tailed Chinese boy who was doing his best to hide from my gaze as I came into the room. Also, I noticed Trowa was there. The teacher motioned that I sit next to him.
I saw Wufei breathing heavily in relief on the opposite side of the room as I took my seat by Trowa. I noticed that Trowa looked a little more thoughtful than usual, a little forlorn. I began to write notes to him. So what if tall, dark, and handsome didn't speak, he could write, couldn't he?
Trowa,
This class is boring. What are you thinking about?
Duo
Duo,
I only take this class because I think I'm Latin.
Trowa
You mean Latino, right, you're Hispanic. You should take Spanish. You look French, did you know that?
Hmmm, I never thought about it. commo estas?
I'm okay, but you don't look okay. I'd bet my breakfast you're thinking about Quatre.
If I say I'm not, would you give me your breakfast.?
No. I already ate it. That's why I bet it.
Oh. That's weird. Well, then you're right. How did you know?
You like him don't you.
At this point Trowa was caught with the note and the teacher took it away. Trowa was tuning red as a beet and as the teacher read the note. She was looking at Duo and Trowa with an 'I-really-didn't-need-to-know' expression, and quickly recycled the piece of paper containing their written conversation.
For the rest of the period, she kept close watch on the two students and repetitively called on them for answers. I, of course, knowing nothing about the language besides that the grumpy guy Mozart liked it a whole lot, was entirely lost for the whole class, and when I was asked to speak, just said something in French. I'm fluent, you know. Learned it when I was up in heaven from a friend I made. Needless to say, I was on the teacher's bad side.
But, just when I thought the period was going to turn out to be a complete drag, Trowa flipped a note onto my desk, and I opened it up carefully.
Yes. I do like Quatre.
You're a very good judge of character, Trowa, and Quatre's a real looker too, but he's all yours. I don't like him in that way.
Really, you're gay, too?
Yeah. Don't go telling the whole world, though (not that you're one to gossip, of course) and I'll apply the same courtesy.
Gotcha. Thanks, Duo.
No problem, but tell me on thing, is Heero available?
Heero I'll-kill-you-if-you-look-at-me Yuy?
Yeah.that's him.I can't bring myself to ask him about his sexual preference.what kind of a question is that?
You've got a point, but if he's actually let you within an arms width of him the entire time, you've gotten closer than anyone's ever been with his consent..but you do have some girl competition.
I'm not surprised.Relena, right?
Yeah. She really has a problem with being discreet. But as for your question, if you can get that frighteningly obsessive Peacecraft to stop drooling over him, he's free as a bird.
Merci beaucoup, mon ami. After this class, I'm off to wipe up a little saliva.
That sounds so lovely, Duo.
I know, but somebody's got to do it.
The bell rang out to end the period and everyone picked up their books and left, including a smiling Trowa. I'm glad I'd made him happy, too. Now, the stage was set for Trowa and Quatre. It was a little ambitious, and very unstable, but I couldn't help wanting to set the stage for Heero and I as well. Besides, that Relena girl was in my next class. I was feeling devious. I was sorry for Zechs, who was very fond of me, but I knew that it was just part of my nature to wreak havoc upon humankind. It's not easy, you know; give me at least a little credit here.
"Hey there gorgeous," I came up casually to Quatre at his locker, who blushed slightly at the compliment. I guess he wasn't used to guys flirting with him.
"Looking quite nice yourself, Duo, how was your first period of the day?" He tried to change the topic. I could have told him just now that Trowa liked him, but it needed to be more romantic than that. They were going to be head over heels in love by the time I finished with them.
"It was OK. I'm off to history, but I heard that ms. Prissy Peacecraft is in my class. Talk about dumb luck."
"What have you got against Relena, not to be contradictory, but I don't understand how you could possibly form such strong opinions without spending a significant amount of time with her, or are you previous acquaintances?"
"Whoa, Q-man, you're going to make my head spin one of these days or get caught by the vocabulary overuse police, my money goes on insanity. Weather it's yours or mine, I haven't decided yet."
"Sorry, Duo."
"No problem, Q. I was just teasing. And the problem with Relena is that she's always hanging on Heero. It's sickening."
"Do I sense jealousy?" Quatre smirked and crossed his arms impatiently.
"Why the heck would I envy her. All Heero does is tell her to get lost and threaten her death, what's there to be envious of?"
Quatre simply tapped his foot impatiently, "You're beating around the bush."
"So what if I do like the guy? It's not like I've known him for more than a day. Hmph! You're so nosy!"
"Maybe, Duo, but so are you. Good luck with Relena, and I really mean that. I'd give her a good punch myself if I believed in that sort of thing. You're not the only one with a grudge."
"Oh, how's that?"
"She won the class president election against me," I had never seen anyone, much less cute little Quatre, look so much like Heero. It was kind of scary, ok, so it was very scary. "That cheater made false promises that gained her a lot of votes. That coward of a politician!"
I laughed at Quatre as his hands turned into fists. It was interesting to see him get so riled up about a class election. "Q, if you want to be in politics, you've got to do as the politicians do. You're much too nice for that. I'll see you at lunch!" I waved goodbye and walked into history with a smile on my face which immediately turned into a smirk as soon as I saw Relena. Time for a lesson in obsession, Miss Relena, and I don't think Heero will object.