"Glad to admit the two of you into this school, Ms. Hellen Maxwell and Mr. Heero Oda."
"Class, today we have two new students." That was pretty obvious to the class. Each student was evaluating the possibility of dating either the chestnut haired girl or the dark haired boy next to her. "Please introduce yourselves."
"Hellen Maxwell desu." Duo gave a big smile to everyone, instantly gaining more slobbering from the males in the class.
Heero scowled. He didn't even know why. He just felt something inside him strike a chord as Duo shamelessly flirted with anyone and everyone possible. A feeling tingled within the Perfect Soldier's stomach. Jealously? Nah, the Perfect Soldier didn't feel anything but pain, suffering, and emptiness. "Heero Oda desu." The entire class shivered at the tone. It was cold, unfeeling, dead. The same thought ran threw all the student's minds. Best to stay away from this guy.
As they walked to their seats in the back of the room, the boys in the class watched everyone of Duo's graceful steps, only to be shot back a dark look from Heero, who didn't even know why he was doing it. Duo, who was a few steps ahead of him, didn't see and dragged Heero to their seats when the Japanese boy did not sit down next to him immediately.
And, as predicted, class was boring. Thank the gods for lunch period. Three classes had already slowly passed by and it was noon. The girls and the guys all swarmed around Duo, each gender having its own ulterior motive for greeting him. Heero sat alone at a table far from the door. Never knowing when was the appropriate time, the American decided to play around with the current situation. If he was in a dress, he was gonna bring Heero crashing down with him.
The Shinigami pilot had separated from the swarm of people surrounding him and dutifully made his way over to his friend. A sly smile passed his lips, one caught by the boy he was about to torture. Heero's facial expression remained intact but his eyes gave away what he felt. Fear. Vengeance was always a sorrowful thing to go through if Duo wanted to wreak it on one's soul. He ignored the boy and turned back to eating.
"Hee-chan," The dark boy immediately turned his attention back to Duo. This was already not sounding good. "Can I sit with you?"
The Wing pilot nodded, his eyes briefly glancing over the amount of people in the cafeteria watching and listening to every movement and sound. His face had returned to Perfect Soldier mode and was as stoic as ever when Duo slid down next to him. In his trance-like state of regarding their audience, Heero hadn't noticed the arm that had locked with his.
Sumimasen Heero, but you have to learn your lesson for putitng us on this mission assignment. Duo put down his tray of food and laid his head on his partner's shoulder tenderly. "It's so good to finally be able to have some alone time with you. All those people always around me! It's quite a bother sometimes to even find if you have time between training to spend with little old me."
Heero finally caught on. The boy that was clinging to him was bent on making it look like they had a relationship. That's just great Duo. I'm gonna have to protect myself from most of the student body from now on. Just _great_. "Gomen Hellen-chan. It's just that basketball training is something that may have a big future for me." What Duo? You thought I was gonna say soldier training? Heero tried to look as lovingly as he could at the boy, who was now preoccupied with eating away Heero's sandwich.
"Well, I guess it's okay then..." Duo trailed off, allowing the dark boy to sigh in relief that Duo wasn't going to push conversation with him further. He knew revenge was coming, but slow torture was always worse. Unfortunately for Heero, where conversation ends, actions begin and he found the American snuggling into him, wrapping his previously locked arm around his waist. Innocently, Duo pretended he didn't see the students watching them. "Oi! Hee-chan, there's my roommate! Umi-chan! Sit, sit!" He gestured towards the seats across from him. The students all returned to their previous activities as they found the intimate moments between The two new students were to leave at that for now.
"Hey Hellen-chan! Hi Oda-kun!" Umi sat across from Duo.
"Just call him Heero-kun, Umi-chan! Oda-kun is far too formal!"
"Ano, Hellen-chan, we didn't know you were involved with Heero-kun. But we should've guessed when he looked at everyone like that in class." Umi tried to stifle a giggle when Heero's face began to turn many interesting shades of red. Duo looked at Heero incredulously, unwanting to believe what he had just heard. Heero was _jealous_? Yeah, right, Maxwell. Heero the-Perfect-Soldier-unfeeling-bastard Yuy is head over heels in love with you. Dream on.
But the show must go on. "Ano, Hee-chan can be over-protective at times. Don't mind that." He smiled at Umi as he normally would at anyone but his eyes...they told Heero a different story. The Japanese boy gulped slightly as he realized that the look meant he was busted. Duo was going to play that card to every extent that he could.
"I understand. Afterall, Heero-kun is very lucky to have such a great person like you as his girlfriend, ne Heero-kun?" Heero quickly nodded as Duo was still mentally calculating what he could do to the poor boy. Umi leaned in a little across the table, whispering in a low voice. "And just to warn the two of you, almost everyone is out for your blood. I would be careful if I were you Heero-kun, or at least be nicer."
Heero scowled at her. "Sorry, I don't do the warm and fuzzy thing." He would rather just fight whoever approached him. And he could probably beat them all anyway, with his superhuman strength and all.
"Daijoubu, Umi-chan! Hee-chan can take care of himself. He'll leave anyone who tried to beat him up with more bruises than they'll leave him." Unfortunately for Heero, the braided boy had said this loud enough so that all up to challenge were enticed, all beginning to formulate plans on how to 'take care' of their little problem.
That should keep Heero busy for a while. Payback's a bitch, isn't it Heero? "Come on, Hee-chan! I want you to meet all the people Umi-chan introduced me to!" Duo dragged him so suddenly that the Wing pilot did not expect it and couldn't retaliate.
Umi followed, grinning after the couple. They're such a cute couple...
Outside, Duo had taken Heero to the basketball courts and introduced him to all the students gathered there watching the game.
The long haired boy scoffed at the players as he and his partner sat by the court. "I beat we can beat them with one hand tied around our back!"
One of the players, Tasuki, a tall blond with medium build, turned and regarded the boy with anger. He looked suggestively at the 'girl,' making Duo want to punch him in the stomach. "How bout that? The new guy thinks he can beat us!" An uproar of laughter came from all of the other three players on the court. "How bout it? You against us? Winner take all."
Heero was confused by the last statement but got it when all the players grinned, lust filling their eyes, he knew what they wanted. "Hn." He gave one look to Duo, still with Perfect Soldier mode on his face, not knowing if he should risk it.
Duo grinned back. He trusted Heero. He knew Heero would be able to beat them. "Go for it. I know you can protect me, just like you always do." The Shinigami pilot regretted saying the last part out loud, knowing it would lead to his confession of what he truly felt for his partner. Good thing he's clueless when it comes to these things or I'll never hear the end of it.
Heero definitely did not catch on to Duo's hidden message and decided to go with the game of revenge. He leaned down and kissed Duo in a breif but soul searing kiss, something the boy had wanted and dreamed of for so long, leaving the boy speechless as Heero got up. This wouldn't be that hard for him, he was a trained soldier and his speed and strength could have killed them if he wanted to.
Duo was his personal cheering section. The long haired boy pranced happily up and down the court encouraging Heero on, occasionally being stopped by Umi, who found his energy to be overwhelming. Heero smirked as he played, seeing the looks of envy in every player. After about twenty, Heero was beating them twenty-seven to twelve. As he was advancing for another shot, he made his way quickly around another pair of players. Pausing a good distance from the basket to get a three-pointer, he smiled at Duo, a smile reserved for him that made every girl swoon.
Duo himself was stunned as well and fell backwards, onto his roommate, who caught him effectively only because she saw it coming. His attention returned to the game and he saw that the other guys were definitely pissed at Heero now. They began to play dirty.
Opening his mouth to warn Heero of a foot sticking out to trip him, Duo screamed at the top of his lungs when he heard the thud that resulted of the trick. He heard moans of pain from the Perfect Soldier, running up to him immediately to aid him.
"Daijoubu desu ka? Hee-chan, speak to me!" Heero was clutching his arm, which had broke on the impact of the fall, possibly dislocated, moaning in pain. The Perfect Soldier _never_ shows emotion, no matter how bad a situation turned out. Out of the corner of his mind, he heard Duo yelling at him, and responded with a quiet grunt. He registered the fact that he was still laying on the ground, staring at the sun.
Duo sighed in relief, his Hee-chan was alright. But those guys weren't gonna be in about five seconds! He spun around to meet their gazes, slapping the guy who had done it. The force of the slap sent him reeling backwards, into the arms of his teammates. All the students present watched, stunned. Sure, they had only knew her for a day but they thought that Hellen-chan was a sweet girl, specifically one who they thought couldn't slap a guy _that_ hard.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Duo could only see red, the world holding only him, Heero, and the people he was about to punish.
Taken aback by the sudden rush of anger in the girl's voice, they retreated silently, unable to respond to her with something other than a stunned look. Duo had left a very red mark on Tasuki's teammate, Vince. Saving them from the oncoming fury was Heero, who had finally got enough strength to sit up and was holding his head from the extreme headache.
"Stop, Hellen-chan, I'm fine." Duo's mind suddenly forgot the wrath he had felt before and immediately turned to Heero, lending his arm for support.
"Oi! No you're not Hee-chan! Look! Your arm is shaped like it became dislocated or something and your knee is bleeding so badly! And there's that big cut on your face!" Duo wiped the blood off from a gash emerging from under the messy brown bangs. He took a look into those cobalt eyes, which contained pent up pain. "We should get you to the nurse." He lifted him off the ground effortlessly, guiding him carefully through the hallways, to the little office that belonged to the nurse.
"Oh my god! What happened to that poor boy!?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." Heero winced at the pain presented from his knees.
"Alright, sit down, you two. I'll get some disinfectant for that first."
Once she left the room, Duo began to fuss over Heero excessively, checking every inch of his body for any more cuts and scrapes. Heero blatantly ignored the boy and focused his attention on trying to put his arm back in place. It was dislocated and Duo did not want Heero to try and set it himself, even if he knew how. The nurse returned, smearing the disinfectant all over the scraped knee and then bandaging it. Duo insisted on doing it himself but she refused, claiming that he had no medical knowledge. After a couple of bandages here and there, they set to the arduous task of setting Heero's arm. Though he insisted to set it himself, Duo refused and told the nurse to do it. They left with a bottle of painkillers.
A long afternoon gone by, each of their teachers were notified and they were excused from class. Still holding a slight limp on his left leg, where his knee had been scraped, Heero leaned onto Duo for suppport. Slowly, the long haired boy led him back to his dorm room, where he laid his partner down carefully on his bed. Heero was lucky to have one of the few singles in the entire dormatory so privacy was something that was had here.
"Rest now, Heero. Tomorrow is another day and we'll work on the mission then, kay?" Heero nodded. There wasn't much he could do to protest. Duo gently tucked him in, cherishing the look of vulnerability on the Wing pilot's face. He became lost in his reverie of those cobalt eyes, brought back to the real world by a mumble.
"What'd you say, Heero?"
"Arigatou, Duo." He then closed his eyes and fell into the dream world.
"No problem Hee-chan, after all, I'd do anything for you."
End Part II