~ Gundam Shakespearian Style ~
Classroom Hijackings
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Second class over in Einstein's Corner, third floor room 304 of the Science wing another large class sat being much quieter, paying rapt attention to their Sensei who hadn't yet said word one, but seemed to be studying them for something. Unnerving them immensely.
Like some of the other science teachers that roam the halls of Einstein's Corner, this one was dressed in a white lab coat that covered his normal clothing which looked of dark slacks, light gray button up shirt and a black vest. Salt n' pepper hair donned his slightly long face, small bidy eyes stared out past thick bottle cap glasses that magnified the size of them, were planted on his thin pointed nose. His figure was slim, almost stickly, shoulders slumping down almost immediately from his neck - like that of a glass bottle - he stood ramrod straight.
Staring.
In the back of the room someone coughed. The usually quiet sound in normal circumstances... sounded like a gun going off in the vast room filled with seventy deadly silent bodies and one 'starting-to-really-freak-me-out' staring Sensei.
"Today..." the class as a whole but for two, jumped at the sudden speech, "...We'll be having a quiz to see what you know and what you don't know.-"
"This ain't ninth grade..." someone muttered.
"No, it's not." The Sensei's hearing picked it up without fail, "Regardless of that fact. I would like to see how well you were taught by the Sensei before me. This is not an attack on your intelligence."
Two up in back snorted.
"Problem gentlemen?"
Students stared at the professor wondering just how on Kami's green Earth the man knew who was saying what! They didn't even know! But following his gaze to the back of the room, left side where barely anyone sat, other than two loners it seemed. Half the female population blushed turning away, angry glares were sent at the two from the male population, others turned away from the cold looks sent they're way.
Sitting in second to last chair at the very top of the seating was young man with wild dark chocolate hair hiding piercing mysterious blue eyes. His face was angular, sharp and defined, broad muscled shoulders accompanied like arms. His frame was small and lithe for his ethnicity; no doubt if the muscles weren't something to go on, this boy was tough. He looked like a rebel of sorts, wearing a near black tank top with the schools navy blue uniform bottoms, the schools jacket was thrown over the back of his chair carelessly.
The other student in the third to last seat looked... just rebellious, in a striking sort of way. Ebony hair was pulled into an uncomfortable looking firm ponytail at the base of the neck. Skin was a cameral tan, eyes like the blackest pitch of midnight stared back at them, almost pulling them forwards then pushing them away at the same time.
His face was less chiseled looking, more soft, but still angular to an extent. He wore the same school uniform bottoms, the muscled chest was covered by a gold dragon embroidered navy blue tank top, like his friend, the school's jacket was thrown over the chair's back.
After a moments study of the two, over half the class had to fight the urge to blink. If it weren't for the muscled chest and arms showing... they'd look like girls... almost. Best not to mention that little idea to the pair... it wouldn't be wise to see just how strong they truly were? Somehow, telling them they sort of looked like girls had the distinct ring of 'going to die' to it.
"Hn." The disobedient haired teen answered the Sensei closing his eyes, folding arms across his chest.
"What. Is that supposed to mean?"
The sensei didn't sound happy at that response. Snorting the black-headed young man copied his friend's actions. "You look smart... figure it out."
The Sensei let out a low growl that was heard over the pin drop silence in the large room; students stared back and forth between them. 'This is going to be an interesting class!' some thought while turning back to the fuming man at the bottom of the stadium chairs handing each person in the first chair packets to be answered. Thick packets. They groaned knowing the full two hours would be used to take the quiz.
Mentally snickering the Sensei sat behind his desk, a happy little sneer on his lips. He'd show those two ignoramus fools not to make him look an idiot in front of the class. He had made certain the last test for the rows in which they sat, were the thickest complex ones, of them all. Yes...... he'd show them good...
"Are we free to leave when finished?" a cold voice startled several people who already started the quiz.
"Yes." The salt n' peppered sensei answered.
Midnight blue met smirking black as the two accepted their tests, starting at once.
Twenty minutes later found them uncaringly chunking them on the sensei's desk before leaving the room. Smirking.
"Insanifasent challenge."
"He's weak" crossing his arms across his chest closing his eyes following his friends, for he considered him that now the Eve Wars were over, footfalls. "Heero, tell me again why we're here?"
The voice was annoyed, much the same as Heero thought his would sound if he allowed such a thing to show, but he didn't, so it stayed the same it had since battling it out in Eve Wars. Cold, uncaring... emotionless. Admittedly he had 'loosened up' since then as the Braided Baka put it, but he was still... Him.
The Chinese pilot was right on the money about their so called 'Sensei', he was weak, trying to attempt to be burly and all knowing in front of the other students wanting to learn something from him. If they thought that they'd learn something from that class, then he was sadly mistaken on it.
At the most, he could assure himself that for them - ex-Gundam pilots, it was a waste of class time. He himself could sleep taking the test and still ace it. They all could have with the extensive tutelage they received with training. To put it in Laymen's terms, they were, "The Best of the Best, of the Best!" as Duo kept reminding them.
"Quatre's idea." Finally answering the asked question reaching his locker, placing away the worthless books he carried. Why bother? He really didn't need them, Dr. J had taught him more then these people learned the whole of college.
There was a chance, a slim one, that he may actually learn something he didn't know, but with the level of teachings he was forced through, all the knowledge crammed into his super human mind. He didn't need school. The others were taught the same ways, to a greater less degree, but the knowledge was still there added into what they already knew.
"Why on Nataku did we let him talk us into this?" throwing his books into the blasted locker slamming it shut Wufei spun on Heero, "Its him and his damned Looks! It's injustice!"
"Hn."
Letting out a sigh Wufei fell in step beside Heero, "So what now? Class still has an hour and a half to go. With our luck, no one else is out yet." Meaning no one had a quiz and walked out yet or just walked out in one persons case.
After a moments thought, "Where's Duo?"
"English, still in Bookworm's Way." A brow raised, "Why?"
Heero smirked.
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It's boring! Boring! Boring! Boring!
Is the bell going to ring yet? I look at my watch and see there's still the whole period left to go yet. Why me? I've been a good kid - some things granted - and did what was asked of me. Why in Hades did I get stuck in this shitty English class!?
I'm in the top, second to back row this time, like in my first period class... But good grief! First period was FUN! Gods I'd never thought I'd say that about school, but the teacher is just too cool! History itself is cool, interestin' stuff lemme tell ya!
I can't wait 'til lunch! Then I have class with Heero! WOO HOO!! Stifling a laugh I look around once more. Bor~ring! And then after the class with Heero, we go home! Then tomorrow I have two classes with EVERYONE! YES! I personally thank Hades for whoever put us all together in that class. Grinning widely I sit back with a self-satisfied air around me.
I did! Shinigami strikes again!
All right, now I know I might not be as smart as the other guys... and I'm not the greatest at school stuff... but this damn college class is like taking high school English Honors AP! UGH SAVE ME!!
Smirks. I could just walk out... but then I'd have Heero or Wufers getting' on my case askin' why I did that in the first place... man this sucks! Two hours... I have to go through two hours of this...
Gods help me...
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Minute's later soft thumps went unheard from the back of the class, silent as they almost were. Shuffling paper, grunts and bumped wood later caught the attention of one braided boy as the others proceeded with the assigned work. One for getting distracted easily he turned around glancing, but all was clear. Mentally shrugging he turned back to his work, pretending to finish it. Truth be told, he could have been done already, lacking anything else to do, he forced himself to look busy.
Thump.
'What the hell!' hand slapping the back of his neck the American teen's brows knitted together as he pulled back... an empty hand? 'What the hell was that? I know I'm not stupid, something hit me!' Sending one last glance over his shoulder, he returned to work.
Thump, thump! Thump!
Someone snickered to himself thinking 'Triple strike! Direct hit!'
His temple twitched, refusing to let his hand rise to graze the back of his neck and shoulders, whatever hit him, wouldn't be there now. But... leaning over the back slightly looking towards the floor one brow arched. Paper balls? He was being tagged by paper balls? But no one sat behind him... no one he saw enter that was... and be damned if he wouldn't have noticed it! Glaring over his shoulder he went back to doodling, keeping an eye turned to watch.
Tha-thump! Dink.
"Arrugh damnit!" Growling lowly he turned glaring towards the back of the darkened room. One hit right after another; a third missed hitting the seats back. Who the hell...?
Thump!
Right when he was facing them... whoever... damnit that was wrong! Scooting his feet 'round he leaned over picking up the fired balls and chunked them all over his shoulder. Surely one or two would hit whoever it was. Justice served and all that jazz... he smirked.
Thump! Bing!
Another to the head and paper airplane on his desk paperclip clipped on the front acting as a weight, was getting interesting now... They're bringing in the heavy artillery! Duo chuckled as swift hands moved to open the plane letter. After scanning it, glancing behind him, his other brow lifted. 'Ah what the hell...' Getting the students attention before him, he handed over his work indicated to give it to the Sensei for him. Nodded the girl did just that; more then happy to help the cute braided one out.
Grinning the violet-eyed young man did as the plane told him, stuffing everything into his black and silver backpack. Climbing over the last two rows, his feet getting caught on the last chair making him fall ungracefully onto the hard floor. "Hoy... ouchie..." Violet eyes clouded over as pain flared in his tailbone. Rubbing the poorly abused muscle, he finally glanced up, eyes widening in shock at the pair crouched in front of him. Laughing Prussian and Midnight blacks staring at him, smirks etched in their pale rose lips.
"Fei? Hee-man?" he blinked. "What're y'all doin' here?"
Smirks never wavering, if at all, they widened a bit lifting left hands showing off the paper balls. "YOU!?" shushing issued, "Sorry... Y'all! Were hittin' me with those!? Dude... NOT cool man! Not cool." Shaking his head he was going against what his mind enjoyed. The two most stoic seemingly stuck up of them all was playing a game on HIM of all people!
"Maxwell, shut it or your gonna get caught!"
"Yeah, yeah" waving off the threat-advice, "What're ya'll doin' here?"
Heero smirked again, "Jail break, lets move out!" turned moving on his hands and knees, Wufei right beside him. Leaving Duo with bringing up the rear and an overly courtesy view he didn't really mind. Making it to the door each slowly started to stand, peeking over the top of the chairs, seeing the Sensei hard at work on papers, they slipped out.
"WOO HOO! Free at last! Shinigami the mighty free at last!"
Arching a brow at the strange American the Chinese lad shook his head. "Baka."
"So what're we gonna do now? Got lil' over an hour left!" hand behind his head he happily followed the other two... Hades only knew where.
Shrugging Heero kept walking, pausing long enough for the braided one to deposit his bag in a locker, his he guessed, before taking up the pace once more. Minutes later found the trio standing outside the gym doors.
"Why we here? Gonna play some ball!? Dude, don't they have a class now of sumthin'?"
"Maxwell, you talk too much."
Said boy grinned winking, "I know its one of my endearing qualities!"
"Baka" pushing the double doors opened proved two of three things that were already suspected. Number one. The gym did have a class in it, two to be exact. Number two. The basketball court was open for play and the third thing that surprised them all... was who the teachers were. Lacrazia Noin and Zech Marquises. Preventers Wind and Rain.
"Whoa dude! Check out the coaches!" Duo hopped through the doors shoving the other two along as he went. "Come on lets go say hi!" With that the manic teen started off. A mild yanking on his braid jerked him to a stop before he was even five foot away. "HEY MAN!" glaring rubbing the now tender spot of his neck, "I know the braids a lovely sight, but damnit STOP pulling on it!"
"Be still idiot..." Heero glared right back, a lesser one, and headed towards the basketball court, away from the other students running around and their sensei's.
Wufei agreed, "Lets play ball."
"Aye da mi... And I was sayin' WHAT about these guys earlier? Hoy..." shaking his head the braided one followed the leaders off.
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"Get over here!" shouted Noin, who was being ignored... this was not a healthy thing. Not when said lady had been yelling at the same child for the last ten minutes. Swearing it was a freshman high school class and not college, she took a deep breath preparing to yell back at what the redheaded kid muttered to her friends. "I'LL MAKE YOU CRY FOR MAMA IF YOU DON'T. GET. OVER. HERE. NOW!"
Zech let a small smile cross his lips watching the violet-eyed woman pick up a soccer ball, hefting it for weight, evil gleam in her eyes. He chuckled shaking his head, "Noin..."
"What?" Not so innocent eyes turned towards him briefly before tracking her pray, "The little brats been asking for it. I'm tired of all these rich pricks thinking they can do whatever they want when they get here... Zech I swear... and it's only the first day..." evil grin, "'Sides, this won't hurt... much."
"You'll get it for this..." he warned knowing what was to come.
"Dun't matter... not like they can fire me." Laughing, the evil grin turned smirk, she reared her arm back and let it loose.
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"Hey Heero..." Duo slowed in his advancement to the basket, ball in hand slowly dribbling while his eyes were trained elsewhere.
Eyes never left his braided companion, "Hn."
"Since when did any school make up Soccer Ball?" he asked switching hands.
"Soccer Ball?" confused baritone questioned.
"Yea, ya know, like Dodge Ball, but ya use a soccer ball instead?" pointing to the airborne soccer ball, they all watched as it arched then made a beeline for a redheaded girl who most likely didn't know what was happening. Then, BLAM!, the girl was on the ground passed out... innocent ball rolling away from her with a few bounces.
"heh Whoa! Lets remember to never piss the Lady off!"
"Hn." Heero smirked stealing the ball from the distracted youth, wondering what the girl had done to piss Noin off. He'd seen her in battle, never seen her take to throwing something at someone though... something that wasn't battlefield related, anyhow.
"Wha-HEY! Damnit give that back!"
"Braided Baka's should keep their eyes on the ball, not the hall." Wufei chided chuckling with amused almond orbs while Duo pouted, trying to recapture the ball.
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"Feeling better now?" Zech asked silvery-white brow arched elegantly.
"Hmm." Noin nodded chirping, "Much better!"
Slightly concerned amused ice-blue eyes searched the crowd for two young men, "You! Mack, Ravel! Take Ms. Hollins to the infirmary, tell the nurse she was hit in a game of dodge ball." Laughing they nodded, each taking one of the girls arms over their shoulders and left.
"Dodge ball?" Noin quirked a brow at him.
"Well I-" was cut off as three voices shatter the already yelling filled air.
"I KNOW he did not just-"
"SHUT UP AND PLAY BAKA!"
"Wu-man I'm hurt!"
"You will be if you don't stop yappin' Maxwell!" Came the threat, no doubt, it held certain it'd be carried out.
Mild surprise shone as eyes turned towards the courts where three young agile teens played one hardcore game of one on one on one of basketball. When had they gotten there? More importantly... weren't they supposed to be in class somewhere?
Noin smiled watching the braided teen dash through the other two, braid acting like a whip behind him, slapping each on their hands as they made for the ball.
"Ya wanna?"
"I don't know why you want to... but I suppose I could..." glancing over the room, "Seeing as how none of these will roam wild."
"Lets get goin' then!"
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Frowning as the ball was once again settled in the Chinese's golden tanned hands Duo watched for a time to slip in and get it from him. Shinigami would win this game! But... he had another to watch out for. Heero. This wasn't an ordinary game by far... nope, it was Every Man For Himself! A one on one on one game. One person teams, two opponents.
Wufei faked to the left. Duo almost headed that way 'til he caught sight the Japanese boy hadn't moved, eyes trained on the footwork of the other. Switch to the left, switch to the right... he was waiting... waiting for the next switch to jump in there snagging the ball for all his own then dunk that sucker!
What he hadn't expected, shocking them all, was the figure that came from seemingly nowhere to the right charging at the Chinese. Wufei barely had enough warning by shoes squeaking to jump back in time, duck and swirl around, jump back again, before a second figure flew past him missing the grab on the ball.
He frowned. "Onna. Zech."
"Wufei" both nodded to him, small smiles playing on their faces.
"Ain'tcha supposed t'be teachin' or sumthin'?" questioned the American, usual grin in place.
Noin's dark purple brow rose as she shot back, "Airn't you all supposed to be in class... or something." Giggling at Duo's degusted face.
"Man it's BORING!" another swipe failed for the ball, Wufei dancing out of the way.
"The Sensei was unfavorable."
"Hn..."
Understanding where they were coming from Zech nodded stealing the ball from the other, "Well... lets not make a common of this shall we?" Hopeful eyes turned towards him, the boy's movements paused.
"Ohh can we!?"
"No" violet clashed with mock-saddened violet, "You can't."
"Fine... Fine... I see how you're going to be."
Grinning she ran forward trying to pilfer the ball from her partner. And so they're game continued 'til the bell rang signaling passing for next hour. Lunch.
"Come on! Come on!" Running ahead of the others the braided boy turned jolting backwards, "Lets go people! Q-man and the others'll be there! 'Sides we're gonna miss all the good grub!! LETS GO!"
Having had enough of the loud American's mouth to last a lifetime Wufei growled, "Maxwell shut it or I'll cut it!"
"EPP! Not my braid!" Wide-eyed Duo turned back around in time to miss running into the open double doors jam. Laughing nervously skipping a step he upped his pace to Celestial Star Academy's on campus cafe'.
Entering the cerulean and green decorated cafe'/lunch room Duo zoomed straight for the meal line piling his plates high. The two Asian's were right behind him, mainly to keep him from trouble as much as to get their own, modest servings of what was offered. Paying for they're nutritious - or not so in one American's case - meal the guys headed out into the open searching for they're lost two comrades.
Seconds later Duo tugged at his Asian friend's shirt sleeve, eyes distracted, face set in something akin to horror as he requested the others attention ignoring Heero's attempt to free his shirts sleeve. "Nani?" He finally looks over.
"Hey buddy... is that um... that Q-man and T-man over there?? Like three tables down towards the back?" finally glancing up, violet pools saying silently, 'Don't make me sit there!'
Arching a questioning brow at the younger pilot Heero turned his stormy sea gaze in the stated direction. Orbs flying over a rainbow color of heads, finally settling on the flaxen pilots and his auburn haired loves head. What's wrong with sitting there? He questioned himself, taking in more of his surroundings then just the couple sitting there. Forcing the urge to take a step back he unconsciously pulled once on each companion's arm before about-facing, heading towards the luscious gardens outside.
It was a nice day after all.
Finding a shady place by a large oak, the trio sat down and started to eat in silence. Little time had passed before Wufei's curiousness got the best of him, "Yuy, why did you not go sit with Barton and Winner?"
Heero sent him a brief look that said, 'You want to know, go look.' He wasn't going to sit in there, not with 'that' thing there. What in the Seven Hells was it doing here?
"We fight to save her, fight to loose her and take a vacation to leave her. And what happens? The damn blonde finds us anyways!" Duo spoke the Japanese pilots thoughts, "I'm tellin' ya man, she's got a homing beckon on you somewhere bro... I haven't seen anyone track someone that good since they put heat seekers into missiles all them eons ago!"
It wasn't practical, he knew, that the girl sitting in there could have a tracker on him. He changed clothes himself everyday did he not? Unless... she had somehow... but no, that couldn't be either... Still, he made a mental note to buy new clothes, disposing of the old ones as soon as possible, lot of good that would do with her already here.
"Hn."
"You mean to tell me..." his voice was low, accusing even as the ebon haired young man glanced over his shoulder, seeking the table out of the body crowded cafe'. They were not mistaken. There, sitting next to Winner, who if he had not known as well as he did, would swear was enjoying the long blonde haired girls chatter... keen eyes however noted the polite nods and responses to be the craft of a businessman... masking his annoyed 'get me out of here!' feelings. Barton though, seemed as calm as ever, ignoring the girl.
"Ancestors! How does that onna do it? You would think, after almost getting herself blown to the moon and back several times, she'd learn not to follow us."
"Hnn..." She'd never learn. Might have grown up over the course of two years, she did not grow wiser in some ways. Continuing to eat in silence they threw their things away, trays returned after they finished and started for their next class. No books needed there, it was a no brainier. Then, finally, even for his liking, they could head home to the dorms.
Heero looked up from his locker. First thing is first though... an irate looking Arabian was striding towards them all, aquiline eyes shooting soft fire. "You! You and YOU!" pointing slim finger at each, "Left US" thumbing to himself and Trowa, "To talk to RELENA by ourselves!! How DARE you!"
Heero smirked shooting a sidelong glance to the braided boy whom was trying to hide beside him, burying his giggling; twinkling violet-eyed self in his side. Turning back he only gave a hint of a shrug, "Hn."
"Hn." That Look. "All you can say is, 'Hn'?"
"How about sorry?" Duo tried, voice chocked with unhidden laughter, hanging onto the stoic ones shoulder.
"Coming from you Duo... No. You're laughing too much." Aqua eyes glared at him, smirk on his usually smiling face.
Duo snorted trying not to laugh more.
Quatre shook his head at what the comment got out of the braided boy. Turning his glare to the Chinese at their side, he sighed at the smirk. Did they not care? Not care that for two periods they were tortured with her endless chatter!? Much less that half of it was about what 'Heero this' and 'Heero that'?? Goddess the girl never stilled her mouth!
Advancing on Heero's slightly taller form Quatre boldly poked a finger in the muscled chest, lightest of blush crossing his face, "If you EVER..." he fought the smile at the other boys amused eyes, smirk starting to form once more, "Make us listen to her damned chatter for that long again..." he chose to ignore the surprised looks at his words, "After we've had TWO classes with her motor mouthed self... I will go ZERO on you Heero Yuy!"
The threat was hollow, they all knew it... their small Arabian friend would rather swallow a snake then willingly hurt his own friends. The looks he got made him back up trying to reform his glare. "Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell..." shaking his flaxen head at them slowly, "Don't think I forgot about you two... I can't believe y'all..." he sighed, "She just wouldn't shut UP!"
Stepping behind his small love Trowa placed a calming hand on the slight shoulder nodding to the others, eyes amused. "She would not stop talking about you Heero."
The Japanese boy groaned unnoticeably hanging his head a bit. Had she not grown up that much? Was leaving him alone so much to ask? Obviously so, "Hn."
"Sorry Q-man... next time we'll rescue ya, promise. You too T-man!" he grinned starting to pull Heero down one of the halls. "Now if you'll excuse us! We've got a class t'be headin' to and y'aller gonna be late if ya don't scat now too!! Buh-BYE NOW!" With a final wave, he high tailed it down the halls.
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::laughs:: Gotta love Duo and Wufei man. And Heero's idea for fun ::looks shocked glancing at the boy:: Why I never! lol ^_^ He's acting strange now isn't he? ::ingores the glare:: Hope y'all liked this chapter! Please review and lemme know whatcha think on it and I'll get right to work on the next one! Sorry for the long wait on it. ::bows glaring at Duo:: If you *ever* touch my computer again...
::Duo sweat drops glancing between Heero's glare and the authoress' meaningful stare:: Hey! I didn't touch it!
::arches a brow:: Really? Then that wasn't a love letter to Heero you typed up while SOMEHOW manging to delete half our chapter?
Hn? ::Duo epps at the glare flashing his way running from the room.. authoress grins:: SO now that that's taken care of! ^__^ Please review and since I'm sure no one'll be messing with the computer from now on ::innocent grin:: I'll hopefully have the next one out soon! Ja!
::Quatre walks in shaking his head at the three of them:: Remember to please review, she really is a information junky on what people think. Though ::looks thoughtful:: They do help in her writing better. So please Review! ::walks out to stop the fighting::
Arigatou! ~ AR
2-06-03
11:04pm
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Classroom Hijackings
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Second class over in Einstein's Corner, third floor room 304 of the Science wing another large class sat being much quieter, paying rapt attention to their Sensei who hadn't yet said word one, but seemed to be studying them for something. Unnerving them immensely.
Like some of the other science teachers that roam the halls of Einstein's Corner, this one was dressed in a white lab coat that covered his normal clothing which looked of dark slacks, light gray button up shirt and a black vest. Salt n' pepper hair donned his slightly long face, small bidy eyes stared out past thick bottle cap glasses that magnified the size of them, were planted on his thin pointed nose. His figure was slim, almost stickly, shoulders slumping down almost immediately from his neck - like that of a glass bottle - he stood ramrod straight.
Staring.
In the back of the room someone coughed. The usually quiet sound in normal circumstances... sounded like a gun going off in the vast room filled with seventy deadly silent bodies and one 'starting-to-really-freak-me-out' staring Sensei.
"Today..." the class as a whole but for two, jumped at the sudden speech, "...We'll be having a quiz to see what you know and what you don't know.-"
"This ain't ninth grade..." someone muttered.
"No, it's not." The Sensei's hearing picked it up without fail, "Regardless of that fact. I would like to see how well you were taught by the Sensei before me. This is not an attack on your intelligence."
Two up in back snorted.
"Problem gentlemen?"
Students stared at the professor wondering just how on Kami's green Earth the man knew who was saying what! They didn't even know! But following his gaze to the back of the room, left side where barely anyone sat, other than two loners it seemed. Half the female population blushed turning away, angry glares were sent at the two from the male population, others turned away from the cold looks sent they're way.
Sitting in second to last chair at the very top of the seating was young man with wild dark chocolate hair hiding piercing mysterious blue eyes. His face was angular, sharp and defined, broad muscled shoulders accompanied like arms. His frame was small and lithe for his ethnicity; no doubt if the muscles weren't something to go on, this boy was tough. He looked like a rebel of sorts, wearing a near black tank top with the schools navy blue uniform bottoms, the schools jacket was thrown over the back of his chair carelessly.
The other student in the third to last seat looked... just rebellious, in a striking sort of way. Ebony hair was pulled into an uncomfortable looking firm ponytail at the base of the neck. Skin was a cameral tan, eyes like the blackest pitch of midnight stared back at them, almost pulling them forwards then pushing them away at the same time.
His face was less chiseled looking, more soft, but still angular to an extent. He wore the same school uniform bottoms, the muscled chest was covered by a gold dragon embroidered navy blue tank top, like his friend, the school's jacket was thrown over the chair's back.
After a moments study of the two, over half the class had to fight the urge to blink. If it weren't for the muscled chest and arms showing... they'd look like girls... almost. Best not to mention that little idea to the pair... it wouldn't be wise to see just how strong they truly were? Somehow, telling them they sort of looked like girls had the distinct ring of 'going to die' to it.
"Hn." The disobedient haired teen answered the Sensei closing his eyes, folding arms across his chest.
"What. Is that supposed to mean?"
The sensei didn't sound happy at that response. Snorting the black-headed young man copied his friend's actions. "You look smart... figure it out."
The Sensei let out a low growl that was heard over the pin drop silence in the large room; students stared back and forth between them. 'This is going to be an interesting class!' some thought while turning back to the fuming man at the bottom of the stadium chairs handing each person in the first chair packets to be answered. Thick packets. They groaned knowing the full two hours would be used to take the quiz.
Mentally snickering the Sensei sat behind his desk, a happy little sneer on his lips. He'd show those two ignoramus fools not to make him look an idiot in front of the class. He had made certain the last test for the rows in which they sat, were the thickest complex ones, of them all. Yes...... he'd show them good...
"Are we free to leave when finished?" a cold voice startled several people who already started the quiz.
"Yes." The salt n' peppered sensei answered.
Midnight blue met smirking black as the two accepted their tests, starting at once.
Twenty minutes later found them uncaringly chunking them on the sensei's desk before leaving the room. Smirking.
"Insanifasent challenge."
"He's weak" crossing his arms across his chest closing his eyes following his friends, for he considered him that now the Eve Wars were over, footfalls. "Heero, tell me again why we're here?"
The voice was annoyed, much the same as Heero thought his would sound if he allowed such a thing to show, but he didn't, so it stayed the same it had since battling it out in Eve Wars. Cold, uncaring... emotionless. Admittedly he had 'loosened up' since then as the Braided Baka put it, but he was still... Him.
The Chinese pilot was right on the money about their so called 'Sensei', he was weak, trying to attempt to be burly and all knowing in front of the other students wanting to learn something from him. If they thought that they'd learn something from that class, then he was sadly mistaken on it.
At the most, he could assure himself that for them - ex-Gundam pilots, it was a waste of class time. He himself could sleep taking the test and still ace it. They all could have with the extensive tutelage they received with training. To put it in Laymen's terms, they were, "The Best of the Best, of the Best!" as Duo kept reminding them.
"Quatre's idea." Finally answering the asked question reaching his locker, placing away the worthless books he carried. Why bother? He really didn't need them, Dr. J had taught him more then these people learned the whole of college.
There was a chance, a slim one, that he may actually learn something he didn't know, but with the level of teachings he was forced through, all the knowledge crammed into his super human mind. He didn't need school. The others were taught the same ways, to a greater less degree, but the knowledge was still there added into what they already knew.
"Why on Nataku did we let him talk us into this?" throwing his books into the blasted locker slamming it shut Wufei spun on Heero, "Its him and his damned Looks! It's injustice!"
"Hn."
Letting out a sigh Wufei fell in step beside Heero, "So what now? Class still has an hour and a half to go. With our luck, no one else is out yet." Meaning no one had a quiz and walked out yet or just walked out in one persons case.
After a moments thought, "Where's Duo?"
"English, still in Bookworm's Way." A brow raised, "Why?"
Heero smirked.
~ * @ * ~
It's boring! Boring! Boring! Boring!
Is the bell going to ring yet? I look at my watch and see there's still the whole period left to go yet. Why me? I've been a good kid - some things granted - and did what was asked of me. Why in Hades did I get stuck in this shitty English class!?
I'm in the top, second to back row this time, like in my first period class... But good grief! First period was FUN! Gods I'd never thought I'd say that about school, but the teacher is just too cool! History itself is cool, interestin' stuff lemme tell ya!
I can't wait 'til lunch! Then I have class with Heero! WOO HOO!! Stifling a laugh I look around once more. Bor~ring! And then after the class with Heero, we go home! Then tomorrow I have two classes with EVERYONE! YES! I personally thank Hades for whoever put us all together in that class. Grinning widely I sit back with a self-satisfied air around me.
I did! Shinigami strikes again!
All right, now I know I might not be as smart as the other guys... and I'm not the greatest at school stuff... but this damn college class is like taking high school English Honors AP! UGH SAVE ME!!
Smirks. I could just walk out... but then I'd have Heero or Wufers getting' on my case askin' why I did that in the first place... man this sucks! Two hours... I have to go through two hours of this...
Gods help me...
~ * @ * ~
Minute's later soft thumps went unheard from the back of the class, silent as they almost were. Shuffling paper, grunts and bumped wood later caught the attention of one braided boy as the others proceeded with the assigned work. One for getting distracted easily he turned around glancing, but all was clear. Mentally shrugging he turned back to his work, pretending to finish it. Truth be told, he could have been done already, lacking anything else to do, he forced himself to look busy.
Thump.
'What the hell!' hand slapping the back of his neck the American teen's brows knitted together as he pulled back... an empty hand? 'What the hell was that? I know I'm not stupid, something hit me!' Sending one last glance over his shoulder, he returned to work.
Thump, thump! Thump!
Someone snickered to himself thinking 'Triple strike! Direct hit!'
His temple twitched, refusing to let his hand rise to graze the back of his neck and shoulders, whatever hit him, wouldn't be there now. But... leaning over the back slightly looking towards the floor one brow arched. Paper balls? He was being tagged by paper balls? But no one sat behind him... no one he saw enter that was... and be damned if he wouldn't have noticed it! Glaring over his shoulder he went back to doodling, keeping an eye turned to watch.
Tha-thump! Dink.
"Arrugh damnit!" Growling lowly he turned glaring towards the back of the darkened room. One hit right after another; a third missed hitting the seats back. Who the hell...?
Thump!
Right when he was facing them... whoever... damnit that was wrong! Scooting his feet 'round he leaned over picking up the fired balls and chunked them all over his shoulder. Surely one or two would hit whoever it was. Justice served and all that jazz... he smirked.
Thump! Bing!
Another to the head and paper airplane on his desk paperclip clipped on the front acting as a weight, was getting interesting now... They're bringing in the heavy artillery! Duo chuckled as swift hands moved to open the plane letter. After scanning it, glancing behind him, his other brow lifted. 'Ah what the hell...' Getting the students attention before him, he handed over his work indicated to give it to the Sensei for him. Nodded the girl did just that; more then happy to help the cute braided one out.
Grinning the violet-eyed young man did as the plane told him, stuffing everything into his black and silver backpack. Climbing over the last two rows, his feet getting caught on the last chair making him fall ungracefully onto the hard floor. "Hoy... ouchie..." Violet eyes clouded over as pain flared in his tailbone. Rubbing the poorly abused muscle, he finally glanced up, eyes widening in shock at the pair crouched in front of him. Laughing Prussian and Midnight blacks staring at him, smirks etched in their pale rose lips.
"Fei? Hee-man?" he blinked. "What're y'all doin' here?"
Smirks never wavering, if at all, they widened a bit lifting left hands showing off the paper balls. "YOU!?" shushing issued, "Sorry... Y'all! Were hittin' me with those!? Dude... NOT cool man! Not cool." Shaking his head he was going against what his mind enjoyed. The two most stoic seemingly stuck up of them all was playing a game on HIM of all people!
"Maxwell, shut it or your gonna get caught!"
"Yeah, yeah" waving off the threat-advice, "What're ya'll doin' here?"
Heero smirked again, "Jail break, lets move out!" turned moving on his hands and knees, Wufei right beside him. Leaving Duo with bringing up the rear and an overly courtesy view he didn't really mind. Making it to the door each slowly started to stand, peeking over the top of the chairs, seeing the Sensei hard at work on papers, they slipped out.
"WOO HOO! Free at last! Shinigami the mighty free at last!"
Arching a brow at the strange American the Chinese lad shook his head. "Baka."
"So what're we gonna do now? Got lil' over an hour left!" hand behind his head he happily followed the other two... Hades only knew where.
Shrugging Heero kept walking, pausing long enough for the braided one to deposit his bag in a locker, his he guessed, before taking up the pace once more. Minutes later found the trio standing outside the gym doors.
"Why we here? Gonna play some ball!? Dude, don't they have a class now of sumthin'?"
"Maxwell, you talk too much."
Said boy grinned winking, "I know its one of my endearing qualities!"
"Baka" pushing the double doors opened proved two of three things that were already suspected. Number one. The gym did have a class in it, two to be exact. Number two. The basketball court was open for play and the third thing that surprised them all... was who the teachers were. Lacrazia Noin and Zech Marquises. Preventers Wind and Rain.
"Whoa dude! Check out the coaches!" Duo hopped through the doors shoving the other two along as he went. "Come on lets go say hi!" With that the manic teen started off. A mild yanking on his braid jerked him to a stop before he was even five foot away. "HEY MAN!" glaring rubbing the now tender spot of his neck, "I know the braids a lovely sight, but damnit STOP pulling on it!"
"Be still idiot..." Heero glared right back, a lesser one, and headed towards the basketball court, away from the other students running around and their sensei's.
Wufei agreed, "Lets play ball."
"Aye da mi... And I was sayin' WHAT about these guys earlier? Hoy..." shaking his head the braided one followed the leaders off.
~ * @ * ~
"Get over here!" shouted Noin, who was being ignored... this was not a healthy thing. Not when said lady had been yelling at the same child for the last ten minutes. Swearing it was a freshman high school class and not college, she took a deep breath preparing to yell back at what the redheaded kid muttered to her friends. "I'LL MAKE YOU CRY FOR MAMA IF YOU DON'T. GET. OVER. HERE. NOW!"
Zech let a small smile cross his lips watching the violet-eyed woman pick up a soccer ball, hefting it for weight, evil gleam in her eyes. He chuckled shaking his head, "Noin..."
"What?" Not so innocent eyes turned towards him briefly before tracking her pray, "The little brats been asking for it. I'm tired of all these rich pricks thinking they can do whatever they want when they get here... Zech I swear... and it's only the first day..." evil grin, "'Sides, this won't hurt... much."
"You'll get it for this..." he warned knowing what was to come.
"Dun't matter... not like they can fire me." Laughing, the evil grin turned smirk, she reared her arm back and let it loose.
~ * @ * ~
"Hey Heero..." Duo slowed in his advancement to the basket, ball in hand slowly dribbling while his eyes were trained elsewhere.
Eyes never left his braided companion, "Hn."
"Since when did any school make up Soccer Ball?" he asked switching hands.
"Soccer Ball?" confused baritone questioned.
"Yea, ya know, like Dodge Ball, but ya use a soccer ball instead?" pointing to the airborne soccer ball, they all watched as it arched then made a beeline for a redheaded girl who most likely didn't know what was happening. Then, BLAM!, the girl was on the ground passed out... innocent ball rolling away from her with a few bounces.
"heh Whoa! Lets remember to never piss the Lady off!"
"Hn." Heero smirked stealing the ball from the distracted youth, wondering what the girl had done to piss Noin off. He'd seen her in battle, never seen her take to throwing something at someone though... something that wasn't battlefield related, anyhow.
"Wha-HEY! Damnit give that back!"
"Braided Baka's should keep their eyes on the ball, not the hall." Wufei chided chuckling with amused almond orbs while Duo pouted, trying to recapture the ball.
~ * @ * ~
"Feeling better now?" Zech asked silvery-white brow arched elegantly.
"Hmm." Noin nodded chirping, "Much better!"
Slightly concerned amused ice-blue eyes searched the crowd for two young men, "You! Mack, Ravel! Take Ms. Hollins to the infirmary, tell the nurse she was hit in a game of dodge ball." Laughing they nodded, each taking one of the girls arms over their shoulders and left.
"Dodge ball?" Noin quirked a brow at him.
"Well I-" was cut off as three voices shatter the already yelling filled air.
"I KNOW he did not just-"
"SHUT UP AND PLAY BAKA!"
"Wu-man I'm hurt!"
"You will be if you don't stop yappin' Maxwell!" Came the threat, no doubt, it held certain it'd be carried out.
Mild surprise shone as eyes turned towards the courts where three young agile teens played one hardcore game of one on one on one of basketball. When had they gotten there? More importantly... weren't they supposed to be in class somewhere?
Noin smiled watching the braided teen dash through the other two, braid acting like a whip behind him, slapping each on their hands as they made for the ball.
"Ya wanna?"
"I don't know why you want to... but I suppose I could..." glancing over the room, "Seeing as how none of these will roam wild."
"Lets get goin' then!"
~ * @ * ~
Frowning as the ball was once again settled in the Chinese's golden tanned hands Duo watched for a time to slip in and get it from him. Shinigami would win this game! But... he had another to watch out for. Heero. This wasn't an ordinary game by far... nope, it was Every Man For Himself! A one on one on one game. One person teams, two opponents.
Wufei faked to the left. Duo almost headed that way 'til he caught sight the Japanese boy hadn't moved, eyes trained on the footwork of the other. Switch to the left, switch to the right... he was waiting... waiting for the next switch to jump in there snagging the ball for all his own then dunk that sucker!
What he hadn't expected, shocking them all, was the figure that came from seemingly nowhere to the right charging at the Chinese. Wufei barely had enough warning by shoes squeaking to jump back in time, duck and swirl around, jump back again, before a second figure flew past him missing the grab on the ball.
He frowned. "Onna. Zech."
"Wufei" both nodded to him, small smiles playing on their faces.
"Ain'tcha supposed t'be teachin' or sumthin'?" questioned the American, usual grin in place.
Noin's dark purple brow rose as she shot back, "Airn't you all supposed to be in class... or something." Giggling at Duo's degusted face.
"Man it's BORING!" another swipe failed for the ball, Wufei dancing out of the way.
"The Sensei was unfavorable."
"Hn..."
Understanding where they were coming from Zech nodded stealing the ball from the other, "Well... lets not make a common of this shall we?" Hopeful eyes turned towards him, the boy's movements paused.
"Ohh can we!?"
"No" violet clashed with mock-saddened violet, "You can't."
"Fine... Fine... I see how you're going to be."
Grinning she ran forward trying to pilfer the ball from her partner. And so they're game continued 'til the bell rang signaling passing for next hour. Lunch.
"Come on! Come on!" Running ahead of the others the braided boy turned jolting backwards, "Lets go people! Q-man and the others'll be there! 'Sides we're gonna miss all the good grub!! LETS GO!"
Having had enough of the loud American's mouth to last a lifetime Wufei growled, "Maxwell shut it or I'll cut it!"
"EPP! Not my braid!" Wide-eyed Duo turned back around in time to miss running into the open double doors jam. Laughing nervously skipping a step he upped his pace to Celestial Star Academy's on campus cafe'.
Entering the cerulean and green decorated cafe'/lunch room Duo zoomed straight for the meal line piling his plates high. The two Asian's were right behind him, mainly to keep him from trouble as much as to get their own, modest servings of what was offered. Paying for they're nutritious - or not so in one American's case - meal the guys headed out into the open searching for they're lost two comrades.
Seconds later Duo tugged at his Asian friend's shirt sleeve, eyes distracted, face set in something akin to horror as he requested the others attention ignoring Heero's attempt to free his shirts sleeve. "Nani?" He finally looks over.
"Hey buddy... is that um... that Q-man and T-man over there?? Like three tables down towards the back?" finally glancing up, violet pools saying silently, 'Don't make me sit there!'
Arching a questioning brow at the younger pilot Heero turned his stormy sea gaze in the stated direction. Orbs flying over a rainbow color of heads, finally settling on the flaxen pilots and his auburn haired loves head. What's wrong with sitting there? He questioned himself, taking in more of his surroundings then just the couple sitting there. Forcing the urge to take a step back he unconsciously pulled once on each companion's arm before about-facing, heading towards the luscious gardens outside.
It was a nice day after all.
Finding a shady place by a large oak, the trio sat down and started to eat in silence. Little time had passed before Wufei's curiousness got the best of him, "Yuy, why did you not go sit with Barton and Winner?"
Heero sent him a brief look that said, 'You want to know, go look.' He wasn't going to sit in there, not with 'that' thing there. What in the Seven Hells was it doing here?
"We fight to save her, fight to loose her and take a vacation to leave her. And what happens? The damn blonde finds us anyways!" Duo spoke the Japanese pilots thoughts, "I'm tellin' ya man, she's got a homing beckon on you somewhere bro... I haven't seen anyone track someone that good since they put heat seekers into missiles all them eons ago!"
It wasn't practical, he knew, that the girl sitting in there could have a tracker on him. He changed clothes himself everyday did he not? Unless... she had somehow... but no, that couldn't be either... Still, he made a mental note to buy new clothes, disposing of the old ones as soon as possible, lot of good that would do with her already here.
"Hn."
"You mean to tell me..." his voice was low, accusing even as the ebon haired young man glanced over his shoulder, seeking the table out of the body crowded cafe'. They were not mistaken. There, sitting next to Winner, who if he had not known as well as he did, would swear was enjoying the long blonde haired girls chatter... keen eyes however noted the polite nods and responses to be the craft of a businessman... masking his annoyed 'get me out of here!' feelings. Barton though, seemed as calm as ever, ignoring the girl.
"Ancestors! How does that onna do it? You would think, after almost getting herself blown to the moon and back several times, she'd learn not to follow us."
"Hnn..." She'd never learn. Might have grown up over the course of two years, she did not grow wiser in some ways. Continuing to eat in silence they threw their things away, trays returned after they finished and started for their next class. No books needed there, it was a no brainier. Then, finally, even for his liking, they could head home to the dorms.
Heero looked up from his locker. First thing is first though... an irate looking Arabian was striding towards them all, aquiline eyes shooting soft fire. "You! You and YOU!" pointing slim finger at each, "Left US" thumbing to himself and Trowa, "To talk to RELENA by ourselves!! How DARE you!"
Heero smirked shooting a sidelong glance to the braided boy whom was trying to hide beside him, burying his giggling; twinkling violet-eyed self in his side. Turning back he only gave a hint of a shrug, "Hn."
"Hn." That Look. "All you can say is, 'Hn'?"
"How about sorry?" Duo tried, voice chocked with unhidden laughter, hanging onto the stoic ones shoulder.
"Coming from you Duo... No. You're laughing too much." Aqua eyes glared at him, smirk on his usually smiling face.
Duo snorted trying not to laugh more.
Quatre shook his head at what the comment got out of the braided boy. Turning his glare to the Chinese at their side, he sighed at the smirk. Did they not care? Not care that for two periods they were tortured with her endless chatter!? Much less that half of it was about what 'Heero this' and 'Heero that'?? Goddess the girl never stilled her mouth!
Advancing on Heero's slightly taller form Quatre boldly poked a finger in the muscled chest, lightest of blush crossing his face, "If you EVER..." he fought the smile at the other boys amused eyes, smirk starting to form once more, "Make us listen to her damned chatter for that long again..." he chose to ignore the surprised looks at his words, "After we've had TWO classes with her motor mouthed self... I will go ZERO on you Heero Yuy!"
The threat was hollow, they all knew it... their small Arabian friend would rather swallow a snake then willingly hurt his own friends. The looks he got made him back up trying to reform his glare. "Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell..." shaking his flaxen head at them slowly, "Don't think I forgot about you two... I can't believe y'all..." he sighed, "She just wouldn't shut UP!"
Stepping behind his small love Trowa placed a calming hand on the slight shoulder nodding to the others, eyes amused. "She would not stop talking about you Heero."
The Japanese boy groaned unnoticeably hanging his head a bit. Had she not grown up that much? Was leaving him alone so much to ask? Obviously so, "Hn."
"Sorry Q-man... next time we'll rescue ya, promise. You too T-man!" he grinned starting to pull Heero down one of the halls. "Now if you'll excuse us! We've got a class t'be headin' to and y'aller gonna be late if ya don't scat now too!! Buh-BYE NOW!" With a final wave, he high tailed it down the halls.
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::laughs:: Gotta love Duo and Wufei man. And Heero's idea for fun ::looks shocked glancing at the boy:: Why I never! lol ^_^ He's acting strange now isn't he? ::ingores the glare:: Hope y'all liked this chapter! Please review and lemme know whatcha think on it and I'll get right to work on the next one! Sorry for the long wait on it. ::bows glaring at Duo:: If you *ever* touch my computer again...
::Duo sweat drops glancing between Heero's glare and the authoress' meaningful stare:: Hey! I didn't touch it!
::arches a brow:: Really? Then that wasn't a love letter to Heero you typed up while SOMEHOW manging to delete half our chapter?
Hn? ::Duo epps at the glare flashing his way running from the room.. authoress grins:: SO now that that's taken care of! ^__^ Please review and since I'm sure no one'll be messing with the computer from now on ::innocent grin:: I'll hopefully have the next one out soon! Ja!
::Quatre walks in shaking his head at the three of them:: Remember to please review, she really is a information junky on what people think. Though ::looks thoughtful:: They do help in her writing better. So please Review! ::walks out to stop the fighting::
Arigatou! ~ AR
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