~ Gundam Shakespearian Style 3 ~
'The Coffee Shop'
By: Anime Redneck
2-28-03
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Nodding after speaking to the others for a bit the blonde boy left them to enter their dorm room. As he started walking away a thought struck him, turning to his own room he called over his shoulder, "See you guys at the café'!"
The American there grinned nodding, "Ya betcha bud! In an hour!" or another half, he thought turning to see the two glaring at him. Wonderful.
"Duo..."
"Yeah, yea, I know guys... really I do!" At their shaking heads he entered closing the door behind him and managing to throw his books on the couch at the same time. A feat some considered, for the couch was a good ten foot away and said boy was not looking in it's direction. But the two in front of him were not impressed.
"Look, I don't ya don't wanna go but-"
"No. I refuse."
"Hn."
As the pair of them crossed arms over their chest Duo knew he had a predicament. Neo Houston, we have a problem! Snickering trying to look innocent in his thoughts the braided boy slowly slid past the two brick wall like people and into the kitchen.
"Look I'm not sayin' it's gonna be fun 'ight?" they nodded, "I'm just sayin' ya should go! You don't even know who's going to be there!"
"Yes we do" firm nod from the Japanese youth.
Asian number two frowned, "That despicable onna and the others."
Duo nodded, all right so they knew Relena, Noin and Zechs was going to be there. Big deal! What was wrong with that? "Yeah, so?"
"Maxwell, I refuse to sit near that onna!"
That was it? The honorary Chinese cutie was worried about sitting next to an onna? Grinning he nodded. "I can fix that" now he just needed to figure out which one he meant. Could be both. Ahh hell he'd get it!
"And you sweets? What's your complaint? 'Cause I swear man!" shaking his braided head, "I don't care if I'm draggin' y'all down there your goin'!" They were going to be sociable if it killed him. With any luck it wouldn't.
"Hn."
"Oh yeah, your *easy* to figure out airn'tcha?" getting a raised eyebrow he only grinned. No Relena. See how easy that was? Now if he could just get them changed and cleaned up that easily he'd have it made!
But... as his Fate was... he was dealing with two very stubborn, owlishly handsome Asians and, well, Fate just liked to screw with his life and make it hell.
And he challenged it headfirst.
"Alright! Lets get ready!"
If looks could kill...
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"To the coffee shop we go..." Duo hummed cheerfully bouncing in front of the motley crew. "To the coffee shop on the corner... where everyone knows someone and you know her and there's a boner over the co-"
"DUO!!"
Turning Duo smiled impishly at the shocked Arabian. "Yes Quatre?" innocence pouring off him in waves, eyes devilish.
Sighing the poor boy shook his head, "Never mind Duo..."
"Don't worry little one," gentle hand on the small shoulder, "He'll grow up... Someday."
Wufei snorted, "Not in our lifetime."
"Hn."
Obvious to their talking about him the American skipped along happily until the familiar "Hn" reached his ever-sensitive hearing. Whipping about, braid flying he glared at the slight Japanese boy. "Hee-chan! Be nice!" Opps. The wanting to slap a hand over his mouth was great but he ignored it. Had he said that out loud?
Arching a brow eloquently Heero watched the other. After a moments thought, he gave a one finger salute before walking into the coffee shop's doors with the others. Damned if he was forced into being near the Sanq princess, he wasn't going to make it an easy night.
Staring as he walked Duo was in shock.
Had the... Perfect ex-Soldier... just flip him off?? Shaking his head he knew it couldn't have been, it was just his imagination playing games with him and nothing more. Nodding his head agreeing with that thought he took a confident step forward into the shop.... only to slam head first into the dark glass doors. Sending a resounding *cling jing* through the small music filled place, bells jingling as he collided.
Cursing Heero and his bad timing at jokes he gingerly opened the offensive door, glaring at it, and carefully entered the shop ignoring looks he was getting; that laugher that came from his table. Slipping on his ever-present jokester smile to mask the pain. He knew he'd be sporting a bump the size of a half dollar in the morning.
One last look around the joint and he hunkered down next to a smirking Heero and a smirk - was Wufei actually... *grinning* at him!? 'Well I'll be Hades nephew! He is!' Brightening at that he temporarily forgot about his throbbing nose and forehead greeting the others with a wave, making sure Relena was at least two seats down from Heero and Wufei to save his buds any headaches and blood shed. Wouldn't be nice to ruin the pretty midnight blue carpet.
"Hey gang!" Nods greeted him.
"Duo."
"Hello Duo, long time."
Relena smiled though her eyes looked a little... off. Was the princess mad she wasn't sitting by 'her' Heero? Duo smiled winningly for her. Sucker! She was stuck between Noin and Zechs, two seats away from either Heero or Wufei. Yep, everyone was safe tonight!
"So what's goin' on!? We here to chitchat or stare at everythin'?"
"Talk."
"Stare."
"I really don't care."
"Guys!"
"Hn."
Frowning their lovable braided boy glanced to each, "Damnit airn't y'all a talkative bunch?"
Twinkling laughter turned heads towards the violet haired gym instructor, which was currently laughing behind her hand at them all. "I'm sorry... guys it's just... you've not changed one bit."
"Hn."
"Heero still grunts, Duo's the laughter of you all, Quatre's still the peace maker, Trowa's still as quiet as ever and Wufei I bet still goes on about weak onna's, ne?"
Grunt, "Maybe I do" but his eyes sparkled a little in the light.
"Oh we're the same but we don't need little peacemaker all the time anymore!" Duo smiled happily, "I take the job up 'cause it's usually a fight between us three!" grinning he pointed to his self and two Asians.
"I see." Long and blonde nodded, "Good to know that things will never change."
"Hey, hey! No one said they wouldn't!" Duo looked slightly miffed at that. He had his way something was going to change. "It just ain't yet."
"I do apologize."
"Zechs please" came a snorted dismissal from the Chinese to his right, "Don't bother with it. No one else does."
"HEY!"
Small smile curling his lips Zechs nodded, "I see, thank you for the advice Wufei, I shall remember that for later use."
It could have been his head hurting from earlier, but something in the blonde Preventers eyes sparkled a little more then a minute ago. If Shinigami didn't know any better he'd bet Zechs was laughing at him! "Hmph."
Some minutes later, argument forgotten a cheery voice broke there quiet retrieve, "'Ello ladies! Canna 'ave ye orders please?"
"Whoa... umm...Java please" wide grin, "Chocolate if ya got it."
Quatre's eyes widened, "Dear Allah help us..." The waiter gave him a funny look. "Erm...just, green tea please."
Nodding the guy wrote it down, "And tha rest?"
"Coffee black."
"Chilled mocha."
"Two hot coco's."
"I'll take a coffee black as well."
"Aye, great but weird choices lads, lass, comin' right up then!"
Drinks on the run they turned back to talking about this and that over time with the Preventers and how their 'vacation's been so far. Duo wanted to snort with some reply about it being boring, he'd like to fire the staff and hire students instead but he held his tongue.
It wasn't until the third hour of being there that things started to get a little... strange. The lights had dimmed more with the setting sun, music switched from a soothing instrumental to an upbeat metal almost techno. Quatre's many cups of green tea had him mellowed to the max, leaning back against his taller roommate; eyes half laden with sleep. Zechs was more alive then usual, holding an amusing animated conversation with his sister; she was scowling.
Noin watched in wonder as the boys she knew were transformed and engaged in... something or another. Heero and Wufei seemed to be the same, but if she looked hard enough she could sense a change in them, their eyes were... off, colored darker, if that was possible. She didn't know however, if that was from the braided boy's antics or from the amount of drinks and cakes they've all consumed.
Duo, the Shinigami menace was currently tugging on both boys shirtsleeve simultaneously giving them puppy dog eyes about doing something...he'd point to the table then the two boys and back again. Wiggling his brows he pointed to the almost asleep Quatre nodding like an idiot grinning. She'd come to the conclusion he was trying to get the two boys to dance on the tables.
It wasn't happening.
Smiling to herself Noin leaned over whispering in Zechs ear it was time to leave, near eleven o'clock with school in the morning. He adamantly shook his head shoving a finger at Relena's chest; the girl glared back defiantly slapping his hand away.
Turning away not wanting to try the Sanq princess's attitude on her, Noin looked to the others. Quatre turned in his chair sometime leaning on Trowa, his eyes hanging a little but watching as the taller boy tried seeing how many olives he could balance on the bottom of his upturned coco cup. She blinked, Olives!? When the hell had they ordered those?? Shaking her head, sipping from her rapidly cooling coco she started wondering if someone had somehow slipped something into their drinks? Maybe delivered the wrong ones?
Sitting back closing her eyes intent on getting some rest 'til the others saw fit to leave she tried to relax, sleep would be nice, she was driving home... The time that passed wasn't noted, didn't have a clue as to how much, just that *something* had roused her from her slumber. A sound of dull 'thud da de thud da' with something rolling across the plane caught her eye as every one of the stacked olives - around fifty if she had to guess, rolled across the table.
Thinking the building had gone astray Noin turned curious eyes to her right; curious gazes met hers in return. Then snapped right again as an olive flew past they're noses smacking Zechs on the side of the head, another was lunched hitting Relena invoking an indigent cry.
"...No, absolutely not! I don't car- OW HEY!" glaring Relena stopped her tirade against her brother long enough to glance the olives oncoming way. But to her dismay, nothing was out of place. Even Zechs was staring in the same direction, but all was well and untouched. Shaking her head in confusement she drew her brother back into their lengthily debate on personal body guards while at the academy.
"That was interesting" Quatre commented from his slouched position against the Amazon boy. "When did olives start flying Tro?"
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"Ohhh...I see..." he really didn't, so tired was he, but he'd take his friends word on it.
*whap*
"Damn it!" Zechs muttered rather loudly wiping at his face.
Hearing the cry Duo looked up from annoying his two Asian buddies, "What's th'matter Zechy?" that's when he noticed the oil tan mark on the side of his face...
"Nothing" it came through sounding normal, but his jaw was tight. Someone in the nicely sized café was throwing olives at people and he wasn't a happy camper. His sister's arguments weren't helping any.
"Ah ha... heh sure dude." Snickering the braided boy went back to annoying his Japanese friend, seeing how far he could take it before either him or Wufei threatened with bodily harm.
*whap*
"Ewww... that was a wet one!!"
Almost chocking on his drink, spitting out what didn't get stuck in his throat Duo stared at the Sanq Princess as she wiped her blouse complaining, "Disgusting" she mumbled looking thoroughly eked. Turning his head so it was buried in someone's shoulder the braided boy laughed trying to keep quiet.
"I think. We should call this a night."
Duo grinned, "It is night! Monday's to be correct!"
"I mean..." Zech sighed nudging his companion, "That we should leave."
"Hmm... good idea, we do have classes in the morning..." Quatre yawned stretching in his chair. Noin and her troop stood quietly saying goodbyes before leaving. Heero and Wufei were not far behind, saying nothing.
It would later cost them, when two UFO's pegged both in the back of their heads. Only, when they turned to look, nothing was wrong. Duo was chatting with Trowa and Quatre a few feet behind them, didn't seem like he did anything... maybe... he was innocent... but they wouldn't throw that stone too far away, the boy was known for being a trickster.
Smiling triumphfully, three people dumped handfuls of suspicious round objects into the trash as they passed still lightly chattering, their steps having a certain bounce to them.
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It was only the next morning when eight tired souls dragged their sorry rears from bed groaning with throbbing heads while trying to fight the other roommate for first dibs on the restroom, when three of the eight ran into problems. Problem number one was that it'd take the braided menace an hour to do his share, a half hour for the other two and there was three 'til school started.
The problem then? The Chinese glared at the wall, it took Duo an hour to dress.
"Baka!"
"Hn."
"I HEA~ARD THAT!"
Shaking his head Heero booted up his laptop while Wufei started his morning excesses, waiting for his turn. Eventually, all turned out well and the idiot only took forty-five minutes instead of an hour. Who'd of thought that miracle would occur? The two Asian's each took their turn, everyone changed and headed to Quatre and Trowa's dorm room for breakfast.
The smells wafting from under the door were enticing to the braided one's half awake brain; half awake was it the poor boy forgot there was a handle in which one had to use, if they required to enter the beyond confined space. Thus, the Japanese's restraining hand on his shoulder and Wufei's amused eyes while opening the door watching as Hero released the hunger starved teen, whom seemed to have a homing device on him. In an instant, he was seated and begging for nourishment.
Quatre was happy that morning when Duo bounded in as hungry as ever and giving him puppy eyes. As cooking progressed though, his antics were starting to wear on his now pounding head, "Duo calm down! Stop banging your fork on the table!"
"But Qa~at! I'm HUNGRY!" he whined managing to look as pitiful as he sounded.
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Duo turned frowning at the quiet teen, "That wasn't funny T-man!" he pouted.
"............"
Pout deepening he sighed in defeat.
Distinct sounds of someone snickering caught his attention seconds later, head snapping up to look, but only caught sight of his other two comrades entering the kitchen area, so it couldn't have been that. Could it? Since when have they ever shown emotion, let alone anything *close* to laughing? Narrowing his eyes in hidden humored curiosity Duo kept watching them until the point where food was placed before him and everything else flew out the window.
"Time to eat!!" he crowed digging in.
"Sad."
The Arab nodded, "Though rather... amusing in a way... right?"
"Hn."
"......"
Sigh, "Okay, so I might've been wrong..." giving in to the quiet atmosphere, everyone lost in thought or dealing with headaches from last night he wasn't sure, but it stayed that way until they finished and he stood, collecting plates to wash them before heading to class.
"Hey Qat" Duo called out watching as the smaller boy cleaned chopsticks Heero had used for his rice, "Havin' fun there?" he couldn't help but smirk at the scene.
"Huh? What do you mean Duo?"
So innocent, he thought chuckling. Being in an evil mood this morning - oh no, not evil-evil, just evil mischievous, he shrugged. "Hey T-man!" deciding on a different tactic.
"......"
"I think Qat here's thinkin' 'bout ya!" snickering he watched as the two glanced at each other shrugged and went back to doing what they were. Shinigami's sight did not fail to notice the slight flush of the European's face. "Qat, you sure ya not missin' poor T-man?"
Thoroughly confused, a bit flustered, Quatre turned around drying off the chopsticks, "What, Duo?"
Was that a bit of impatient ness he detected in the other boy? Deciding to let the lad figure it out him self, Duo settled for smirking. Motioning to the Arabian's drying hands, making a motion himself not at all as innocent as drying chopsticks. He damn near fell out of his chair laughing as Quatre's face went five shades of red nearly dropping the embarrassing eating utensils as he whipped around facing away from the laughing American.
Oh Allah...he took deep calming breaths, trying to get his face back to the normal, pale color it was supposed to be while dropping the decidedly dry enough sticks into their container.
He never knew cleaning chopsticks... could look so... wrong.
Duo's laughter could still be heard after he gathered his bag and literally bounced out the dorm door for their first class.
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On the illustrious gray, crimson and white of the third floor in Bookworm's Way, right side three classes down, was a quiet classroom with its large oaken door pushed closed. Behind it's door sat eleven office desks complete with plush black leather chairs that enveloped ones body as they fell into them. Each desk held a small desk lamp, file holder on its isle side, flat screen computers with laptop connectors for those that had one. Full pen and pencil holders, calendar, calculator, small phone, printer on a small stand to the side; the drawers filled with paper, excess supplies and other miscellaneous office things they would need for the course.
The ten desks were set up with two rows of three in the back with another two lining each side of each wall leaving a wide walk space between them of six foot. Three foot laid between the back of one desk to the front of the one behind it, while another three foot stayed between the two rows of three desks.
In front of the other ten smaller desks sat a larger one then the rest it held three file holders stacked up on the left corner, desk lamp in the middle, penholder by the lamp, his computer on the right hand side with printer. Sitting on a small stand by the printer was an average sized projector, which was connected to his computer. And seated in the over stuffed black wheeled chair in front of the blackboards... was the teacher.
When standing he proved to be around 5'4". Hair of midnight blue neatly combed back and to the side from his left temple, covered his head. His face looked a little long, lean; his hazel eyes were sharp and clean. Given his upper appearance it was almost surprising to find his shoulders broad, well muscled, his overall appearance looked like it held some sort of strength that his face didn't show. He sported khaki slacks, dark shiny penny loafers, and a dirt brown button up shirt with a forest green blazer.
Business 200 was a class for students that wanted to achieve higher goals in their lives then just being the normal office runner or secretary. And who have taken to business for their major. Or for students that had rich parents, whom insisted they take business so they knew what was going on in the world, learn how to run things so one day they might take over for them. The other case for taking this course was the least likely excuses there were, being considered one of the harder courses to take... was to pass time. All the other good classes were taken, you needed one more to fill your yearly schedule... and this was it.
For the ten students sitting among the larger then norm classroom, it was one of the first two reasons for joining the seemingly 'hard' course. For five of the special six students that were spread out in different areas of the room, it was the last reason. For 'free time' as one of them so lovingly put it. The sixth person in the room, despite all of her upbringing and knowledge, was partaking in the course to better acquaint herself with that part of her life, which had been put on hold in light of the recent wars. She was well schooled in the business and laws of the land. Her major was not business, her major was not arts and her major was not history.
Her major was... Boy Watching.
The other five didn't have majors either. Scattered throughout the room, one in the back left corner staring out the window, another in the opposite corner listening to the teacher. Third one, two rows in front of the blonde, fourth in the middle of the first row, the last one was sitting in front of the first boy, looking from the corner of his eye out another window to the grounds below. Seemingly bored, though nothing showed on his face. The sixth person, the boy watcher, was stationed in front of the class left side, one seat separating her from the man of her dreams.
The other five didn't care to be in the business course they were sitting in, but as fate would have it, it was the only course left that sounded remotely interesting and with enough spaces left for them all to attend it.
Fate also had a weird sense of humor.
Sitting in the class with them was a black sheep that forever followed them from wherever it was they came or went. The black sheep's name was..... Relena Ann Peacecraft.
Duo was still scared of the name... it had taken him and Heero some file searchin' and crackin' to come up with that information. Have you ever wondered just what the princess's middle name was? I mean come on! The braided boy thought fiddling with his laptop. Relena Peacecraft... Relena Dorlin... Where the hell's her middle name?! I have a middle name. Quatre does... everyone else sure does somewhere. So ya start to wonder, just what hers was! Well let me tell ya! I wish I didn't know now! Honestly man, I almost fainted. I mean ANN!?
Snicker. Who names their kids that? Not that it's a bad name, but stick that between 'Relena' and 'Peacecraft' and it's down right scary!! A shiver went up his spine. Poor girl... No, NO! Not poor, bloody rich! But geez... gotta feel bad for her sometimes... but she gets in the way of me and... Boy I'll rip her a new one!
Ann... he mused shaking his head. I'll tell you what - a beeping cut that thought off as another rose up, E-MAIL! Quickly connecting to the right line he tapped in his box reading, nodding and logging out only to log into another system grinning as the teacher started going on and on about this years 'goals' and the 'objectives' they'd be put through.
'heh Not if I can help it!'
"Now students if you'd please a bide by-" tuning the poor sap out the American started tapping away on his silent sleek machine. Especially made to grade by Shinigami Yuy Inc.
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Shinigami'sFallen - Yo bro's!
GoldenCue - *waves* Hi Duo!
KoseiHigai - Hn
QuietSpeaks - ......
Shinigami'sFallen - Geez... *rolls eyes* he's even silent in the CHAT ROOM! Kami help us! *goofy grin*
Dragon'sFaith - Your beyond help Maxwell.
Shinigami'sFallen - Bite me Fei! :-P
GoldenCue - Please guys, chill!
QuietSpeaks - Why are we here?
Dragon'sFaith - Self-sacrifice is but ignoring the Sensei and listening to the Baka. *smirk*
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Duo glanced up and over at the annoying Chinese boy. Who smirked right back before looking to his screen again. Giving a quick glance to see what he was missing he turned back to looking the others over and pausing just ever so long enough to see what the teach was speakin' about.
Wasn't important. So back to the chat room he went.
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KoseiHigai - Hn -_-
Shinigami'sFallen - Back! ^_^
GoldenCue - *sighing fringing faint* Oh we're saved!
Shinigami'sFallen - *runs catching the swooning lady* Anythang for a pretty face! ^_~
QuietSpeaks - *glares*
Dragon'sFaith - -_- Hn.
KoseiHigai - Hnn. -_-
GoldenCue - *sweatdrops backing away to hide behind Trowa*
Shinigami'sFallen - Y'all ain't fun! *crosses arms pouting*
Dragon'sFaith - Pouting death... that's new.
KoseiHigai - Old actually.
QuietSpeaks - Oro?
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"Are you paying attention?"
"Yes sir!"
The teacher nodded going on with his lame speech, "Now in this class you will have access to the computers before you. They have access to the school's main HD, but NOT the student records or class schedules!" He seemed to glare smirking, "So there's no chance of anyone switching information from here. Do not try it. You'll fail." He sounded proud of that fact.
Heero snorted.
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PrettyN'Pink - Hi guys! *waves*
Shinigami'sFallen - AAHH!! SHI~IT!!! *faints*
Dragon'sFaith - *smirks* Shinigami really has fallen! Justice!
KoseiHigai - *pulls gun out aiming it* Omae o koruso!
QuietSpeaks - ......
Dragon'sFaith - *frowns deeply twirling katana threateningly while eyeing the weak boy spiraled across the floor smirking*
Shinigami'sFallen - *glares momentarily at the damned dragon*
PrettyN'Pink - *frowns cutely* What??
GoldenCue - Umm... n-nothing... *looks around sighing* Hi.
PrettyN'Pink - *waves happily* Hi Quatre!! Guys!
KoseiHigai - *glares* Leave.
Shinigami'sFallen - *stirs awake rubbing his head* Please... tell me I was dreaming...hoy...
Dragon'sFaith - The haven has been infected with the proxy virus. It was no dream. -_-
Shinigami'sFallen - Damn! *joins the other three in glaring* Well get the anti virus!
PrettyN'Pink - You can't hurt me Heero, put the gun away and come hug me!!
GroupActivity - *all shiver flinching*
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Leaning back from their laptops with a collective shudder of fright the five locked eyes with one another for countless seconds, which seemed to be silent communication as the blonde girl chatted alone, un-witnessing to the eyes messaging.
Slowly, trying not to draw the teacher's attention that they've so tactfully (or not) gone without raising, nodded and turned back to their computers, two of which were smirking evilly.
Two sets of hands flew over the keyboards at speeds that would spin a normal person's eyes to watch. Scant minutes later a certain blondes computer was playing "Taps" while sparks shot from it's CPU, unable to process the directed commands as fast as they were downloaded into it's system. Another minute or two later, class watching in shocked awe as "Taps," sounded sadly as the blondes CPU went into overload and shut with a final exhausted wheeze.
"Mrs. Peacecraft!" yelling the teacher stalked over to the frightened youth, her chair being pressed into the joining wall, hands cupped over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. "What in the name of Zeus have you DONE!?
Fumbling for something, anything Relena dared a glance to her Sensei, an odd lost light in her eyes. What had just... happened...? Her computer... blew up! She hadn't even touched it... not really... so why? How? It couldn't have been... but it... "I didn't do it!"
Someone in the back snorted, "That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard!" sending the other young men and woman into different degrees of laughter.
Duo smirked tapping in a few extra lines listening in joyous rapture as the first few cords to "We Are The Champions" played on all computers before shutting off.
Quatre snickered hiding behind his monitor. Slowly peeking over the top of it - like a small boy peeping around the corner for his mother, he watched as their Dragon let his lips twitch as close to an approving smile as he'd let them in Death's direction, a nod in Soldier's. Trowa he thought still looked impassive, but his eyes shinned with mirth. Sighing the small Arabian smiled. He'd get that boy smiling if it killed him. He just needed to remember never to upset the two computer dueling boys.
Give them War or give them Computers.
All hell would break loose in either!
He smirked, as class got a little more interesting from thereon as the Sanq Princess tried explaining her way out of this one. Mumbling apologizes over this and that, her face three shades of pink, eyes misting over with tears her training would not let fall. The poor girl kept pointing Heero and Duo's direction but like the cleaver people they are, stared back unblinkingly looking lost. Her blaming went upon deaf ears as the Sensei ushered her from the classroom instructing them NOT to touch that CPU.
Twenty minutes later...
"Thirty minute law!!!"
"What?" a confused boy asked.
Grinning the braided lad stood from his chair to look out the window. "Y'know... When the teach dun't come back in thirty mins we get to split this joint!"
"Ohhh..." chorused the remaining class members.
Rolling his eyes he sat back down folding paper into airplanes. Setting to assail gliding through the air one over shot its destination, the other pegged the boy in the head. Duo tried to look innocent. *Tried* being the key word there.
Heero glared daggers throwing back the rumpled paper decking him in the face "HEY!"
"Ohh! Ohh! Five... Four... Three... Two..." deep breath gathering his gear, "FREEDOM!!!" and ran from the business room, the others close on his heals. Hey, no class for another two hours or wait for the teacher to come back? They weren't stupid. Exiting the room, each went their own way.
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I proclaime to know *nothing* about drinks like mocha's and all that. I only had one chilled something or another and I have no clue what it was (was good) 'cause my friend for it for me, so, if that ain't all up to speed that it's supposed to be like... heh sorry, not my area... hehe ^_^;
::looks around:: Well... I hope this came out to everyone's expectations on what it'd be like. If not, I'm sorry. I know the beginning was funny in places and things. (not that a stories totally based off humor..) But it certainly didn't end like I wanted it too, but then again... there was a lot of extra stuff in there I didn't originally want/plan to be in there. heh Guess that happens when you play it by ear on some chapters, ne?
::shakes 'er head:: Definitely did not end like I wanted it too. Was it still alright?? Please Review and let me know... Honestly, I had a list of oxymoron's that I wanted to put in there during the chatroom part and have the guys crack jokes back and worth at one another in it about... but I couldn't think up the way to stick them in there. I had an idea for it, but by the time I actually started writing the chatroom part it was blown out of the water as that new idea popped up for it. Tryin' to fit those in ::waves at the chapter:: ...had that came out! hehe ^_^' Though not a total loss, ne?
Lemme know whatcha think on it! ^_^ I do hope you liked it in any case, heh the day's not over yet, it'll be continued in chapter four. (which is already in the works) ::grins:: Well hopefully if it goes like I PLANNED this time, will be much funnier and getting more into the whole point of the stories name. LOL ^__^ Thanks for readin' and reviewin'!!
Keep it kickin' guys!
~ Anime Redneck
'The Coffee Shop'
By: Anime Redneck
2-28-03
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Nodding after speaking to the others for a bit the blonde boy left them to enter their dorm room. As he started walking away a thought struck him, turning to his own room he called over his shoulder, "See you guys at the café'!"
The American there grinned nodding, "Ya betcha bud! In an hour!" or another half, he thought turning to see the two glaring at him. Wonderful.
"Duo..."
"Yeah, yea, I know guys... really I do!" At their shaking heads he entered closing the door behind him and managing to throw his books on the couch at the same time. A feat some considered, for the couch was a good ten foot away and said boy was not looking in it's direction. But the two in front of him were not impressed.
"Look, I don't ya don't wanna go but-"
"No. I refuse."
"Hn."
As the pair of them crossed arms over their chest Duo knew he had a predicament. Neo Houston, we have a problem! Snickering trying to look innocent in his thoughts the braided boy slowly slid past the two brick wall like people and into the kitchen.
"Look I'm not sayin' it's gonna be fun 'ight?" they nodded, "I'm just sayin' ya should go! You don't even know who's going to be there!"
"Yes we do" firm nod from the Japanese youth.
Asian number two frowned, "That despicable onna and the others."
Duo nodded, all right so they knew Relena, Noin and Zechs was going to be there. Big deal! What was wrong with that? "Yeah, so?"
"Maxwell, I refuse to sit near that onna!"
That was it? The honorary Chinese cutie was worried about sitting next to an onna? Grinning he nodded. "I can fix that" now he just needed to figure out which one he meant. Could be both. Ahh hell he'd get it!
"And you sweets? What's your complaint? 'Cause I swear man!" shaking his braided head, "I don't care if I'm draggin' y'all down there your goin'!" They were going to be sociable if it killed him. With any luck it wouldn't.
"Hn."
"Oh yeah, your *easy* to figure out airn'tcha?" getting a raised eyebrow he only grinned. No Relena. See how easy that was? Now if he could just get them changed and cleaned up that easily he'd have it made!
But... as his Fate was... he was dealing with two very stubborn, owlishly handsome Asians and, well, Fate just liked to screw with his life and make it hell.
And he challenged it headfirst.
"Alright! Lets get ready!"
If looks could kill...
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"To the coffee shop we go..." Duo hummed cheerfully bouncing in front of the motley crew. "To the coffee shop on the corner... where everyone knows someone and you know her and there's a boner over the co-"
"DUO!!"
Turning Duo smiled impishly at the shocked Arabian. "Yes Quatre?" innocence pouring off him in waves, eyes devilish.
Sighing the poor boy shook his head, "Never mind Duo..."
"Don't worry little one," gentle hand on the small shoulder, "He'll grow up... Someday."
Wufei snorted, "Not in our lifetime."
"Hn."
Obvious to their talking about him the American skipped along happily until the familiar "Hn" reached his ever-sensitive hearing. Whipping about, braid flying he glared at the slight Japanese boy. "Hee-chan! Be nice!" Opps. The wanting to slap a hand over his mouth was great but he ignored it. Had he said that out loud?
Arching a brow eloquently Heero watched the other. After a moments thought, he gave a one finger salute before walking into the coffee shop's doors with the others. Damned if he was forced into being near the Sanq princess, he wasn't going to make it an easy night.
Staring as he walked Duo was in shock.
Had the... Perfect ex-Soldier... just flip him off?? Shaking his head he knew it couldn't have been, it was just his imagination playing games with him and nothing more. Nodding his head agreeing with that thought he took a confident step forward into the shop.... only to slam head first into the dark glass doors. Sending a resounding *cling jing* through the small music filled place, bells jingling as he collided.
Cursing Heero and his bad timing at jokes he gingerly opened the offensive door, glaring at it, and carefully entered the shop ignoring looks he was getting; that laugher that came from his table. Slipping on his ever-present jokester smile to mask the pain. He knew he'd be sporting a bump the size of a half dollar in the morning.
One last look around the joint and he hunkered down next to a smirking Heero and a smirk - was Wufei actually... *grinning* at him!? 'Well I'll be Hades nephew! He is!' Brightening at that he temporarily forgot about his throbbing nose and forehead greeting the others with a wave, making sure Relena was at least two seats down from Heero and Wufei to save his buds any headaches and blood shed. Wouldn't be nice to ruin the pretty midnight blue carpet.
"Hey gang!" Nods greeted him.
"Duo."
"Hello Duo, long time."
Relena smiled though her eyes looked a little... off. Was the princess mad she wasn't sitting by 'her' Heero? Duo smiled winningly for her. Sucker! She was stuck between Noin and Zechs, two seats away from either Heero or Wufei. Yep, everyone was safe tonight!
"So what's goin' on!? We here to chitchat or stare at everythin'?"
"Talk."
"Stare."
"I really don't care."
"Guys!"
"Hn."
Frowning their lovable braided boy glanced to each, "Damnit airn't y'all a talkative bunch?"
Twinkling laughter turned heads towards the violet haired gym instructor, which was currently laughing behind her hand at them all. "I'm sorry... guys it's just... you've not changed one bit."
"Hn."
"Heero still grunts, Duo's the laughter of you all, Quatre's still the peace maker, Trowa's still as quiet as ever and Wufei I bet still goes on about weak onna's, ne?"
Grunt, "Maybe I do" but his eyes sparkled a little in the light.
"Oh we're the same but we don't need little peacemaker all the time anymore!" Duo smiled happily, "I take the job up 'cause it's usually a fight between us three!" grinning he pointed to his self and two Asians.
"I see." Long and blonde nodded, "Good to know that things will never change."
"Hey, hey! No one said they wouldn't!" Duo looked slightly miffed at that. He had his way something was going to change. "It just ain't yet."
"I do apologize."
"Zechs please" came a snorted dismissal from the Chinese to his right, "Don't bother with it. No one else does."
"HEY!"
Small smile curling his lips Zechs nodded, "I see, thank you for the advice Wufei, I shall remember that for later use."
It could have been his head hurting from earlier, but something in the blonde Preventers eyes sparkled a little more then a minute ago. If Shinigami didn't know any better he'd bet Zechs was laughing at him! "Hmph."
Some minutes later, argument forgotten a cheery voice broke there quiet retrieve, "'Ello ladies! Canna 'ave ye orders please?"
"Whoa... umm...Java please" wide grin, "Chocolate if ya got it."
Quatre's eyes widened, "Dear Allah help us..." The waiter gave him a funny look. "Erm...just, green tea please."
Nodding the guy wrote it down, "And tha rest?"
"Coffee black."
"Chilled mocha."
"Two hot coco's."
"I'll take a coffee black as well."
"Aye, great but weird choices lads, lass, comin' right up then!"
Drinks on the run they turned back to talking about this and that over time with the Preventers and how their 'vacation's been so far. Duo wanted to snort with some reply about it being boring, he'd like to fire the staff and hire students instead but he held his tongue.
It wasn't until the third hour of being there that things started to get a little... strange. The lights had dimmed more with the setting sun, music switched from a soothing instrumental to an upbeat metal almost techno. Quatre's many cups of green tea had him mellowed to the max, leaning back against his taller roommate; eyes half laden with sleep. Zechs was more alive then usual, holding an amusing animated conversation with his sister; she was scowling.
Noin watched in wonder as the boys she knew were transformed and engaged in... something or another. Heero and Wufei seemed to be the same, but if she looked hard enough she could sense a change in them, their eyes were... off, colored darker, if that was possible. She didn't know however, if that was from the braided boy's antics or from the amount of drinks and cakes they've all consumed.
Duo, the Shinigami menace was currently tugging on both boys shirtsleeve simultaneously giving them puppy dog eyes about doing something...he'd point to the table then the two boys and back again. Wiggling his brows he pointed to the almost asleep Quatre nodding like an idiot grinning. She'd come to the conclusion he was trying to get the two boys to dance on the tables.
It wasn't happening.
Smiling to herself Noin leaned over whispering in Zechs ear it was time to leave, near eleven o'clock with school in the morning. He adamantly shook his head shoving a finger at Relena's chest; the girl glared back defiantly slapping his hand away.
Turning away not wanting to try the Sanq princess's attitude on her, Noin looked to the others. Quatre turned in his chair sometime leaning on Trowa, his eyes hanging a little but watching as the taller boy tried seeing how many olives he could balance on the bottom of his upturned coco cup. She blinked, Olives!? When the hell had they ordered those?? Shaking her head, sipping from her rapidly cooling coco she started wondering if someone had somehow slipped something into their drinks? Maybe delivered the wrong ones?
Sitting back closing her eyes intent on getting some rest 'til the others saw fit to leave she tried to relax, sleep would be nice, she was driving home... The time that passed wasn't noted, didn't have a clue as to how much, just that *something* had roused her from her slumber. A sound of dull 'thud da de thud da' with something rolling across the plane caught her eye as every one of the stacked olives - around fifty if she had to guess, rolled across the table.
Thinking the building had gone astray Noin turned curious eyes to her right; curious gazes met hers in return. Then snapped right again as an olive flew past they're noses smacking Zechs on the side of the head, another was lunched hitting Relena invoking an indigent cry.
"...No, absolutely not! I don't car- OW HEY!" glaring Relena stopped her tirade against her brother long enough to glance the olives oncoming way. But to her dismay, nothing was out of place. Even Zechs was staring in the same direction, but all was well and untouched. Shaking her head in confusement she drew her brother back into their lengthily debate on personal body guards while at the academy.
"That was interesting" Quatre commented from his slouched position against the Amazon boy. "When did olives start flying Tro?"
"........."
"Ohhh...I see..." he really didn't, so tired was he, but he'd take his friends word on it.
*whap*
"Damn it!" Zechs muttered rather loudly wiping at his face.
Hearing the cry Duo looked up from annoying his two Asian buddies, "What's th'matter Zechy?" that's when he noticed the oil tan mark on the side of his face...
"Nothing" it came through sounding normal, but his jaw was tight. Someone in the nicely sized café was throwing olives at people and he wasn't a happy camper. His sister's arguments weren't helping any.
"Ah ha... heh sure dude." Snickering the braided boy went back to annoying his Japanese friend, seeing how far he could take it before either him or Wufei threatened with bodily harm.
*whap*
"Ewww... that was a wet one!!"
Almost chocking on his drink, spitting out what didn't get stuck in his throat Duo stared at the Sanq Princess as she wiped her blouse complaining, "Disgusting" she mumbled looking thoroughly eked. Turning his head so it was buried in someone's shoulder the braided boy laughed trying to keep quiet.
"I think. We should call this a night."
Duo grinned, "It is night! Monday's to be correct!"
"I mean..." Zech sighed nudging his companion, "That we should leave."
"Hmm... good idea, we do have classes in the morning..." Quatre yawned stretching in his chair. Noin and her troop stood quietly saying goodbyes before leaving. Heero and Wufei were not far behind, saying nothing.
It would later cost them, when two UFO's pegged both in the back of their heads. Only, when they turned to look, nothing was wrong. Duo was chatting with Trowa and Quatre a few feet behind them, didn't seem like he did anything... maybe... he was innocent... but they wouldn't throw that stone too far away, the boy was known for being a trickster.
Smiling triumphfully, three people dumped handfuls of suspicious round objects into the trash as they passed still lightly chattering, their steps having a certain bounce to them.
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It was only the next morning when eight tired souls dragged their sorry rears from bed groaning with throbbing heads while trying to fight the other roommate for first dibs on the restroom, when three of the eight ran into problems. Problem number one was that it'd take the braided menace an hour to do his share, a half hour for the other two and there was three 'til school started.
The problem then? The Chinese glared at the wall, it took Duo an hour to dress.
"Baka!"
"Hn."
"I HEA~ARD THAT!"
Shaking his head Heero booted up his laptop while Wufei started his morning excesses, waiting for his turn. Eventually, all turned out well and the idiot only took forty-five minutes instead of an hour. Who'd of thought that miracle would occur? The two Asian's each took their turn, everyone changed and headed to Quatre and Trowa's dorm room for breakfast.
The smells wafting from under the door were enticing to the braided one's half awake brain; half awake was it the poor boy forgot there was a handle in which one had to use, if they required to enter the beyond confined space. Thus, the Japanese's restraining hand on his shoulder and Wufei's amused eyes while opening the door watching as Hero released the hunger starved teen, whom seemed to have a homing device on him. In an instant, he was seated and begging for nourishment.
Quatre was happy that morning when Duo bounded in as hungry as ever and giving him puppy eyes. As cooking progressed though, his antics were starting to wear on his now pounding head, "Duo calm down! Stop banging your fork on the table!"
"But Qa~at! I'm HUNGRY!" he whined managing to look as pitiful as he sounded.
"........."
Duo turned frowning at the quiet teen, "That wasn't funny T-man!" he pouted.
"............"
Pout deepening he sighed in defeat.
Distinct sounds of someone snickering caught his attention seconds later, head snapping up to look, but only caught sight of his other two comrades entering the kitchen area, so it couldn't have been that. Could it? Since when have they ever shown emotion, let alone anything *close* to laughing? Narrowing his eyes in hidden humored curiosity Duo kept watching them until the point where food was placed before him and everything else flew out the window.
"Time to eat!!" he crowed digging in.
"Sad."
The Arab nodded, "Though rather... amusing in a way... right?"
"Hn."
"......"
Sigh, "Okay, so I might've been wrong..." giving in to the quiet atmosphere, everyone lost in thought or dealing with headaches from last night he wasn't sure, but it stayed that way until they finished and he stood, collecting plates to wash them before heading to class.
"Hey Qat" Duo called out watching as the smaller boy cleaned chopsticks Heero had used for his rice, "Havin' fun there?" he couldn't help but smirk at the scene.
"Huh? What do you mean Duo?"
So innocent, he thought chuckling. Being in an evil mood this morning - oh no, not evil-evil, just evil mischievous, he shrugged. "Hey T-man!" deciding on a different tactic.
"......"
"I think Qat here's thinkin' 'bout ya!" snickering he watched as the two glanced at each other shrugged and went back to doing what they were. Shinigami's sight did not fail to notice the slight flush of the European's face. "Qat, you sure ya not missin' poor T-man?"
Thoroughly confused, a bit flustered, Quatre turned around drying off the chopsticks, "What, Duo?"
Was that a bit of impatient ness he detected in the other boy? Deciding to let the lad figure it out him self, Duo settled for smirking. Motioning to the Arabian's drying hands, making a motion himself not at all as innocent as drying chopsticks. He damn near fell out of his chair laughing as Quatre's face went five shades of red nearly dropping the embarrassing eating utensils as he whipped around facing away from the laughing American.
Oh Allah...he took deep calming breaths, trying to get his face back to the normal, pale color it was supposed to be while dropping the decidedly dry enough sticks into their container.
He never knew cleaning chopsticks... could look so... wrong.
Duo's laughter could still be heard after he gathered his bag and literally bounced out the dorm door for their first class.
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On the illustrious gray, crimson and white of the third floor in Bookworm's Way, right side three classes down, was a quiet classroom with its large oaken door pushed closed. Behind it's door sat eleven office desks complete with plush black leather chairs that enveloped ones body as they fell into them. Each desk held a small desk lamp, file holder on its isle side, flat screen computers with laptop connectors for those that had one. Full pen and pencil holders, calendar, calculator, small phone, printer on a small stand to the side; the drawers filled with paper, excess supplies and other miscellaneous office things they would need for the course.
The ten desks were set up with two rows of three in the back with another two lining each side of each wall leaving a wide walk space between them of six foot. Three foot laid between the back of one desk to the front of the one behind it, while another three foot stayed between the two rows of three desks.
In front of the other ten smaller desks sat a larger one then the rest it held three file holders stacked up on the left corner, desk lamp in the middle, penholder by the lamp, his computer on the right hand side with printer. Sitting on a small stand by the printer was an average sized projector, which was connected to his computer. And seated in the over stuffed black wheeled chair in front of the blackboards... was the teacher.
When standing he proved to be around 5'4". Hair of midnight blue neatly combed back and to the side from his left temple, covered his head. His face looked a little long, lean; his hazel eyes were sharp and clean. Given his upper appearance it was almost surprising to find his shoulders broad, well muscled, his overall appearance looked like it held some sort of strength that his face didn't show. He sported khaki slacks, dark shiny penny loafers, and a dirt brown button up shirt with a forest green blazer.
Business 200 was a class for students that wanted to achieve higher goals in their lives then just being the normal office runner or secretary. And who have taken to business for their major. Or for students that had rich parents, whom insisted they take business so they knew what was going on in the world, learn how to run things so one day they might take over for them. The other case for taking this course was the least likely excuses there were, being considered one of the harder courses to take... was to pass time. All the other good classes were taken, you needed one more to fill your yearly schedule... and this was it.
For the ten students sitting among the larger then norm classroom, it was one of the first two reasons for joining the seemingly 'hard' course. For five of the special six students that were spread out in different areas of the room, it was the last reason. For 'free time' as one of them so lovingly put it. The sixth person in the room, despite all of her upbringing and knowledge, was partaking in the course to better acquaint herself with that part of her life, which had been put on hold in light of the recent wars. She was well schooled in the business and laws of the land. Her major was not business, her major was not arts and her major was not history.
Her major was... Boy Watching.
The other five didn't have majors either. Scattered throughout the room, one in the back left corner staring out the window, another in the opposite corner listening to the teacher. Third one, two rows in front of the blonde, fourth in the middle of the first row, the last one was sitting in front of the first boy, looking from the corner of his eye out another window to the grounds below. Seemingly bored, though nothing showed on his face. The sixth person, the boy watcher, was stationed in front of the class left side, one seat separating her from the man of her dreams.
The other five didn't care to be in the business course they were sitting in, but as fate would have it, it was the only course left that sounded remotely interesting and with enough spaces left for them all to attend it.
Fate also had a weird sense of humor.
Sitting in the class with them was a black sheep that forever followed them from wherever it was they came or went. The black sheep's name was..... Relena Ann Peacecraft.
Duo was still scared of the name... it had taken him and Heero some file searchin' and crackin' to come up with that information. Have you ever wondered just what the princess's middle name was? I mean come on! The braided boy thought fiddling with his laptop. Relena Peacecraft... Relena Dorlin... Where the hell's her middle name?! I have a middle name. Quatre does... everyone else sure does somewhere. So ya start to wonder, just what hers was! Well let me tell ya! I wish I didn't know now! Honestly man, I almost fainted. I mean ANN!?
Snicker. Who names their kids that? Not that it's a bad name, but stick that between 'Relena' and 'Peacecraft' and it's down right scary!! A shiver went up his spine. Poor girl... No, NO! Not poor, bloody rich! But geez... gotta feel bad for her sometimes... but she gets in the way of me and... Boy I'll rip her a new one!
Ann... he mused shaking his head. I'll tell you what - a beeping cut that thought off as another rose up, E-MAIL! Quickly connecting to the right line he tapped in his box reading, nodding and logging out only to log into another system grinning as the teacher started going on and on about this years 'goals' and the 'objectives' they'd be put through.
'heh Not if I can help it!'
"Now students if you'd please a bide by-" tuning the poor sap out the American started tapping away on his silent sleek machine. Especially made to grade by Shinigami Yuy Inc.
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Shinigami'sFallen - Yo bro's!
GoldenCue - *waves* Hi Duo!
KoseiHigai - Hn
QuietSpeaks - ......
Shinigami'sFallen - Geez... *rolls eyes* he's even silent in the CHAT ROOM! Kami help us! *goofy grin*
Dragon'sFaith - Your beyond help Maxwell.
Shinigami'sFallen - Bite me Fei! :-P
GoldenCue - Please guys, chill!
QuietSpeaks - Why are we here?
Dragon'sFaith - Self-sacrifice is but ignoring the Sensei and listening to the Baka. *smirk*
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Duo glanced up and over at the annoying Chinese boy. Who smirked right back before looking to his screen again. Giving a quick glance to see what he was missing he turned back to looking the others over and pausing just ever so long enough to see what the teach was speakin' about.
Wasn't important. So back to the chat room he went.
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KoseiHigai - Hn -_-
Shinigami'sFallen - Back! ^_^
GoldenCue - *sighing fringing faint* Oh we're saved!
Shinigami'sFallen - *runs catching the swooning lady* Anythang for a pretty face! ^_~
QuietSpeaks - *glares*
Dragon'sFaith - -_- Hn.
KoseiHigai - Hnn. -_-
GoldenCue - *sweatdrops backing away to hide behind Trowa*
Shinigami'sFallen - Y'all ain't fun! *crosses arms pouting*
Dragon'sFaith - Pouting death... that's new.
KoseiHigai - Old actually.
QuietSpeaks - Oro?
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"Are you paying attention?"
"Yes sir!"
The teacher nodded going on with his lame speech, "Now in this class you will have access to the computers before you. They have access to the school's main HD, but NOT the student records or class schedules!" He seemed to glare smirking, "So there's no chance of anyone switching information from here. Do not try it. You'll fail." He sounded proud of that fact.
Heero snorted.
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PrettyN'Pink - Hi guys! *waves*
Shinigami'sFallen - AAHH!! SHI~IT!!! *faints*
Dragon'sFaith - *smirks* Shinigami really has fallen! Justice!
KoseiHigai - *pulls gun out aiming it* Omae o koruso!
QuietSpeaks - ......
Dragon'sFaith - *frowns deeply twirling katana threateningly while eyeing the weak boy spiraled across the floor smirking*
Shinigami'sFallen - *glares momentarily at the damned dragon*
PrettyN'Pink - *frowns cutely* What??
GoldenCue - Umm... n-nothing... *looks around sighing* Hi.
PrettyN'Pink - *waves happily* Hi Quatre!! Guys!
KoseiHigai - *glares* Leave.
Shinigami'sFallen - *stirs awake rubbing his head* Please... tell me I was dreaming...hoy...
Dragon'sFaith - The haven has been infected with the proxy virus. It was no dream. -_-
Shinigami'sFallen - Damn! *joins the other three in glaring* Well get the anti virus!
PrettyN'Pink - You can't hurt me Heero, put the gun away and come hug me!!
GroupActivity - *all shiver flinching*
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Leaning back from their laptops with a collective shudder of fright the five locked eyes with one another for countless seconds, which seemed to be silent communication as the blonde girl chatted alone, un-witnessing to the eyes messaging.
Slowly, trying not to draw the teacher's attention that they've so tactfully (or not) gone without raising, nodded and turned back to their computers, two of which were smirking evilly.
Two sets of hands flew over the keyboards at speeds that would spin a normal person's eyes to watch. Scant minutes later a certain blondes computer was playing "Taps" while sparks shot from it's CPU, unable to process the directed commands as fast as they were downloaded into it's system. Another minute or two later, class watching in shocked awe as "Taps," sounded sadly as the blondes CPU went into overload and shut with a final exhausted wheeze.
"Mrs. Peacecraft!" yelling the teacher stalked over to the frightened youth, her chair being pressed into the joining wall, hands cupped over her mouth, eyes wide in shock. "What in the name of Zeus have you DONE!?
Fumbling for something, anything Relena dared a glance to her Sensei, an odd lost light in her eyes. What had just... happened...? Her computer... blew up! She hadn't even touched it... not really... so why? How? It couldn't have been... but it... "I didn't do it!"
Someone in the back snorted, "That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard!" sending the other young men and woman into different degrees of laughter.
Duo smirked tapping in a few extra lines listening in joyous rapture as the first few cords to "We Are The Champions" played on all computers before shutting off.
Quatre snickered hiding behind his monitor. Slowly peeking over the top of it - like a small boy peeping around the corner for his mother, he watched as their Dragon let his lips twitch as close to an approving smile as he'd let them in Death's direction, a nod in Soldier's. Trowa he thought still looked impassive, but his eyes shinned with mirth. Sighing the small Arabian smiled. He'd get that boy smiling if it killed him. He just needed to remember never to upset the two computer dueling boys.
Give them War or give them Computers.
All hell would break loose in either!
He smirked, as class got a little more interesting from thereon as the Sanq Princess tried explaining her way out of this one. Mumbling apologizes over this and that, her face three shades of pink, eyes misting over with tears her training would not let fall. The poor girl kept pointing Heero and Duo's direction but like the cleaver people they are, stared back unblinkingly looking lost. Her blaming went upon deaf ears as the Sensei ushered her from the classroom instructing them NOT to touch that CPU.
Twenty minutes later...
"Thirty minute law!!!"
"What?" a confused boy asked.
Grinning the braided lad stood from his chair to look out the window. "Y'know... When the teach dun't come back in thirty mins we get to split this joint!"
"Ohhh..." chorused the remaining class members.
Rolling his eyes he sat back down folding paper into airplanes. Setting to assail gliding through the air one over shot its destination, the other pegged the boy in the head. Duo tried to look innocent. *Tried* being the key word there.
Heero glared daggers throwing back the rumpled paper decking him in the face "HEY!"
"Ohh! Ohh! Five... Four... Three... Two..." deep breath gathering his gear, "FREEDOM!!!" and ran from the business room, the others close on his heals. Hey, no class for another two hours or wait for the teacher to come back? They weren't stupid. Exiting the room, each went their own way.
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I proclaime to know *nothing* about drinks like mocha's and all that. I only had one chilled something or another and I have no clue what it was (was good) 'cause my friend for it for me, so, if that ain't all up to speed that it's supposed to be like... heh sorry, not my area... hehe ^_^;
::looks around:: Well... I hope this came out to everyone's expectations on what it'd be like. If not, I'm sorry. I know the beginning was funny in places and things. (not that a stories totally based off humor..) But it certainly didn't end like I wanted it too, but then again... there was a lot of extra stuff in there I didn't originally want/plan to be in there. heh Guess that happens when you play it by ear on some chapters, ne?
::shakes 'er head:: Definitely did not end like I wanted it too. Was it still alright?? Please Review and let me know... Honestly, I had a list of oxymoron's that I wanted to put in there during the chatroom part and have the guys crack jokes back and worth at one another in it about... but I couldn't think up the way to stick them in there. I had an idea for it, but by the time I actually started writing the chatroom part it was blown out of the water as that new idea popped up for it. Tryin' to fit those in ::waves at the chapter:: ...had that came out! hehe ^_^' Though not a total loss, ne?
Lemme know whatcha think on it! ^_^ I do hope you liked it in any case, heh the day's not over yet, it'll be continued in chapter four. (which is already in the works) ::grins:: Well hopefully if it goes like I PLANNED this time, will be much funnier and getting more into the whole point of the stories name. LOL ^__^ Thanks for readin' and reviewin'!!
Keep it kickin' guys!
~ Anime Redneck
