Pal: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Buddy: [Panicked look] Oh, no! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P: [Glares] That was not funny.
B: Well, I guess that all depends on who you ask.
P: [Looks away, insulted] We might as well get on with the show.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, yadda yadda, yakity-yak.
B: Translation - I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. [Pause, evil grin] And if you honestly thought that I did, then you should be expecting a lovely, custom made white jacket with lots of pretty straps and buttons from the nice men at the asylum for Christmas this year.
P: Buddy, that last part was not what I said!
B: Heh. And the story continues. . . .
P: [Pause; stammers in protest] Hey, wait a minute, that's my job!
The wind whistled quietly in the cherry trees lining the wide stone stairway. Though bare of any disturbance, the sweet roses lining each side of the path threw out a last sweet smell. The blossoms were open to the point where they were beginning to droop. A single figure walked down the path to the front entrance of the large high school. A small black bag was thrown carelessly over one shoulder and a small laptop was tucked under an arm. A wide-strapped tank top covered the figure to just above her flat- toned stomach. Soft black shorts with little flickers of flames running up from the hem hung down to her mid-thighs. Pale blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun with a section of hair pulled through falling down to her waist. Bright, cool blue eyes accented the slight cheekbones. Even in the warm dawn, the girl wore a loose black jacket that was slightly bumpy in the back as if concealing something beneath it. Black combat boots completed the outfit. There was not a single person who did not do a double-take at the sight of this stunning girl.
As she reached the top step, a bell rang. She entered made her way through the building until she reached her destination, the student lounge. As she moved to open the door she noticed a few people she could only assume were new students. The first boy looked up briefly as she entered and offered her a smile, which she returned as she studied them. He had blond hair and clear blue eyes. She continued to watch as another boy sat down beside the first and gave him a playful punch. This boy had a long brown braid, and she had to look closer to make sure that he was indeed male. He was, she noticed, dressed in all black. He turned and said something to the boy on the other side of him, who didn't move a muscle. She had a hard time seeing what color his eyes were and what his face looked like for the brown hair falling in front of his face. The braided boy shrugged and leaned over the coffee table, muttering something to a Chinese boy, who mumbled loud enough for her to hear the word "weak," followed by a sudden outburst of, "For the last time, Maxwell, call me Wufei!" But the one referred to as Maxwell just waved a nonchalant hand and wandered over to the last member of the group.
She raised an eyebrow at the antics before observing the fifth boy, currently bent over a computer not unlike hers. He had brown hair; as rich as chocolate, she thought. His eyes, she noticed when he brushed away a stray lock of hair, were a brilliant Prussian blue. She was so busy studying them that she didn't notice the principal walking up to her until she cleared her throat. Startled, the girl turned to face the principal.
"Mrs. Walker, I didn't notice you there," the girl said as smoothly as possible.
The woman smiled from behind thin glasses. "It's quite all right, Serena. Actually, I have a new assignment for you." Her eyes drifted over to where the boys were sitting. "Ah, I see you were watching our new students. That's part of what I want you to do. The young man at the computer seems very apt and interested in computers and I thought you might want to see if you could teach him a thing or two. I thought about using Haruka, but he seems to be busy the time that the boy, Heero Yuy, would have Computers."
Serena looked quickly back over at Heero and frowned. Where have I heard that name before? she wondered. I'm sure it will come to me. . . She smiled and turned to Principal Walker. "I would be delighted to teach him what little talents I have."
Mrs. Walker smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. All right, I'll let you meet him. Heero Yuy, come over here please."
Serena watched as the boy looked up from his computer and walked over to them. So that's Heero, she thought. He looks so familiar, but I can't place him. Better do a background check later. She put on her best smile and held out her hand which he took. She felt a small shock when his hand touched hers but as quickly as it had come, it vanished. She looked into his eyes to see if he had felt it, too, but they weren't betraying any of his thoughts as he looked at her as intently as she was him. Mrs. Walker finally broke the spell with another clearing of her throat. Serena and Heero looked at each other for another brief second then turned to face Mrs. Walker.
She smiled at them before handing over a small packet of work to Serena and wished them luck. As she walked away, Serena flipped through the packet and then looked up at Heero. She found him staring at her with an annoyed look on his face. She raised an eyebrow at him and his annoyed expression was replaced by a blank one. She sighed and started down a hallway to the left.
The left side of the hallway was lined with large windows, the sun streaming through and brightening the already light hall. To the right, they passed doors to classrooms, meeting rooms and more hallways. They walked until they reached the end of the hallway where they climbed a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. They proceeded to enter the first door on the left, which entered into a vast computer lab.
A young blond man was conducting a beginner's computer class. Serena smiled and waved at him before walking into the back of the room and passed through a smaller door on the right. A small, round table filled the room with four not so comfortable chairs around it. A computer at a desk sat on the far wall while another one sat on the wall to the left. Serena walked over to the far side of the room and laid her things on the table so that hero might not see them. (AN: Intentional? Or not? Hehe). She pointed to the other computer. Heero said nothing but walked over to the designated spot and sat down while Serena walked up behind him.
"This is the computer that I work at. We'll be sharing this room with Mr. Tenou who we already saw teaching the beginner class out in the main room," Serena informed him. She then set a packet down in front of him and walked back to the table. Heero watched Serena as she sat down and lifted her laptop up to open it.
"I know you can start on that packet; I saw you with the Extroia 24xZ in the lounge," she spoke without even bothering to look at him. She paused briefly. "Besides, Mrs. Walker wouldn't have assigned you to me unless she knew you were good and had reason to believe that I might get a challenge out of teaching you." Serena's eyes never left her computer as she heard him grunt and turn around. She listened for the computer's start-up before devoting her full attention to her laptop once more.
She ran through some back-up information files left over from Setsuna Meiou, the woman who had raised her. She knew that Dr. Meiou was not her biological mother but she had never wondered who was. For as long as she could remember, Setsuna and the others were all she had. Haruka Tenou was her almost fatherly role, even though most didn't know that "he" was actually a she. Michiru was one of the quietest of the group. Serena smiled inside, thinking of how much she loved to hear Michiru play the violin and, when she could convince her, Haruka's piano accompaniment. Music always soothes the soul. If only they could get Hotaru could understand that. Serena wondered about her younger sibling, the silent child that she grew up ahead of, but always managed to make her feel so much younger than. Society's making children grow up far too fast, she thought to herself. But then, nothing could make Mina grow up even if she wanted to. Mina was the actress who was mature when working but other than that, she was your average teenager. Amy, however, was the no-nonsense type. After being Serena's teacher most of her life, she basically allowed her to pass her by. Raye was the first of the group of friends to sense danger. Being a priestess, she usually had a sixth sense about those things. And Lita, even if she couldn't "sense" problems, was always there, no matter what.
After searching through files, Serena finally came up with something that gave her a place to start. A political leader and pacifist by the name Heero Yuy. She frowned in thought. There's no way that this could be the Heero I know, but there might be some connection, she thought. She clicked a few buttons to open the internet, and a few seconds later she was scrounging through a file about Heero Yuy, colonist spokesperson. This, she realized, was the same Heero Yuy that had been assassinated many years ago.
"Wait a second," she mumbled, thinking to herself. Wasn't one of the five Gundam Pilot's names Heero Yuy? Yes, I think he was the pilot of Wing Zero. Five pilots, five new students. Oh, great, the Gundam Pilots are here at my school. Setsuna's gonna love this. . . Serena glanced up at Heero, who appeared not to notice, before returning to her computer.
A bell rang and the beginner class exited the main room, gabbing amongst themselves. Serena glanced up as Mr. Tenou poked his head in.
"Hey, Serena, I thought I saw you sneak in with someone," Haruka's blond hair shifted as he turned to Heero. "Hello, I'm Haruka, the computer teacher. You must be Heero. Mrs. Walker mentioned you." Haruka smiled as Heero acknowledged him with a nod. "Have fun with Serena. If you have any complaints, just tell me and I'll whip her into shape," he said, winking. "Serena, I'll see you at lunch, right?" He smiled as Serena nodded and left the room. Serena had turned back to her computer, when she heard Heero move. She didn't lift her eyes from the screen, even when she heard the safety of a gun go off beside her.
"How did you find out?" a dead monotone asked. She tapped a button and the computer screen went black, and then turned to face Heero, who had a gun to her head.
She could have tried to act dumb, but she knew Heero would see right through that. Instead, she said, "I could as the same of how you knew I knew." She leveled her eyes with his as she stood up, raising an eyebrow at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but an explosion cut him off. The impact sent both Heero and Serena crashing to the floor. Serena jumped up and rushed out of the room, Heero in close pursuit, gun still at hand.
Computers had been thrown every which way, all over the half of the room that still remained. The door to the small back room was not five feet away from a 30-foot drop-off and the remaining half of the room was filled with sparks and debris from the explosion. Serena felt Heero turn and fire at something to the far right. She turned and saw a person floating about ten yards away with her back turned. As Heero was firing, the figure turned around and Serena caught a full look at her.
The figure had ebony hair that was floating from the high ponytail atop her head. She looked as though she was seated on a chair that was not visible. Her pants of burgundy were littered with glittering stars while her shirt, if one could call it as such, was silver. The one thin strap went over her left shoulder and connected back behind her right. Her chin rested on one hand while the arm rested on the other as if she were thinking hard about something. Her deep red eyes twinkled evilly as she looked upon them with interest.
Her deep eyes turned cold as her energy force whirled around her quickly, the wind blowing around her growing closer and closer to Heero and Serena. All at once, the two were trying to keep their balance while also keeping their eyes shielded from sand and small items that were being thrown about.
As suddenly as it came, the severe winds ceased all together. Serena found that the person was no longer where she had been before. She instantly turned around in time to dodge a glow coming straight for her. She quickly avoided the few more that followed, trying to get better ground to stand on, with the debris on the floor. Suddenly she lost her footing and the woman in burgundy inflicted a sideways blow, knocking Serena to the ground and causing her head to bang against one of the computers, Her last thought was, "Oh, great, Setsuna's gonna love this. More training for me." Then all she saw was darkness.
P: And that . . . is the end . . . of the chapter. What, you thought it was the end of the story thingamajig?
B: [Goes over to Pal and shakes head, grumbling about not getting paid enough for this job] I think you'll be needing this, Pal. [Hands Pal a clipboard]
P: What?! Oh. [Looks at clipboard] Ah, yes . . . the recognitions board. For those select few who did review. Hey, listen to me, I made a rhyme. Let's see. . . Oooooo, at least two people thought my story was interesting????!!!! My work is interesting!!!!!!!!!!! A special thanks to:
solarmistress17
Dingzhe no Megami
Sailor Millenia
White Ivy (Well, you'll just have to see. [Enigmatic smile])
BartendinWufie (. . . . Wufie? . . . . . . Wufie?? . . . . . . Wufie???????!!!!!!! WUFIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Singsong voice] Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed!)
[Stops chanting, dead silence] Those are the special thank-you's. However . . . five reviews is not very much. I would appreciate it if I could get 14 reviews before I upload my next chapter. But if your reviews are good, I might upload sooner.
AN, warning tone: Pal . . . . . .
P: Uh-oh, bye-bye! [Runs off, papers flying everywhere]
B: [Shakes head] She never learns . . . Sorry this took so long, everyone. I've actually had this thing to type for Pal for quite some time, but Chemistry is currently kicking our butts, so opportunity for typing has presented itself seldomly. I'll try to do better next time, but I can't promise anything. Chemistry is evil, and it likes to team up with English on me. . .
Buddy: [Panicked look] Oh, no! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P: [Glares] That was not funny.
B: Well, I guess that all depends on who you ask.
P: [Looks away, insulted] We might as well get on with the show.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, yadda yadda, yakity-yak.
B: Translation - I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing. [Pause, evil grin] And if you honestly thought that I did, then you should be expecting a lovely, custom made white jacket with lots of pretty straps and buttons from the nice men at the asylum for Christmas this year.
P: Buddy, that last part was not what I said!
B: Heh. And the story continues. . . .
P: [Pause; stammers in protest] Hey, wait a minute, that's my job!
The wind whistled quietly in the cherry trees lining the wide stone stairway. Though bare of any disturbance, the sweet roses lining each side of the path threw out a last sweet smell. The blossoms were open to the point where they were beginning to droop. A single figure walked down the path to the front entrance of the large high school. A small black bag was thrown carelessly over one shoulder and a small laptop was tucked under an arm. A wide-strapped tank top covered the figure to just above her flat- toned stomach. Soft black shorts with little flickers of flames running up from the hem hung down to her mid-thighs. Pale blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun with a section of hair pulled through falling down to her waist. Bright, cool blue eyes accented the slight cheekbones. Even in the warm dawn, the girl wore a loose black jacket that was slightly bumpy in the back as if concealing something beneath it. Black combat boots completed the outfit. There was not a single person who did not do a double-take at the sight of this stunning girl.
As she reached the top step, a bell rang. She entered made her way through the building until she reached her destination, the student lounge. As she moved to open the door she noticed a few people she could only assume were new students. The first boy looked up briefly as she entered and offered her a smile, which she returned as she studied them. He had blond hair and clear blue eyes. She continued to watch as another boy sat down beside the first and gave him a playful punch. This boy had a long brown braid, and she had to look closer to make sure that he was indeed male. He was, she noticed, dressed in all black. He turned and said something to the boy on the other side of him, who didn't move a muscle. She had a hard time seeing what color his eyes were and what his face looked like for the brown hair falling in front of his face. The braided boy shrugged and leaned over the coffee table, muttering something to a Chinese boy, who mumbled loud enough for her to hear the word "weak," followed by a sudden outburst of, "For the last time, Maxwell, call me Wufei!" But the one referred to as Maxwell just waved a nonchalant hand and wandered over to the last member of the group.
She raised an eyebrow at the antics before observing the fifth boy, currently bent over a computer not unlike hers. He had brown hair; as rich as chocolate, she thought. His eyes, she noticed when he brushed away a stray lock of hair, were a brilliant Prussian blue. She was so busy studying them that she didn't notice the principal walking up to her until she cleared her throat. Startled, the girl turned to face the principal.
"Mrs. Walker, I didn't notice you there," the girl said as smoothly as possible.
The woman smiled from behind thin glasses. "It's quite all right, Serena. Actually, I have a new assignment for you." Her eyes drifted over to where the boys were sitting. "Ah, I see you were watching our new students. That's part of what I want you to do. The young man at the computer seems very apt and interested in computers and I thought you might want to see if you could teach him a thing or two. I thought about using Haruka, but he seems to be busy the time that the boy, Heero Yuy, would have Computers."
Serena looked quickly back over at Heero and frowned. Where have I heard that name before? she wondered. I'm sure it will come to me. . . She smiled and turned to Principal Walker. "I would be delighted to teach him what little talents I have."
Mrs. Walker smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. All right, I'll let you meet him. Heero Yuy, come over here please."
Serena watched as the boy looked up from his computer and walked over to them. So that's Heero, she thought. He looks so familiar, but I can't place him. Better do a background check later. She put on her best smile and held out her hand which he took. She felt a small shock when his hand touched hers but as quickly as it had come, it vanished. She looked into his eyes to see if he had felt it, too, but they weren't betraying any of his thoughts as he looked at her as intently as she was him. Mrs. Walker finally broke the spell with another clearing of her throat. Serena and Heero looked at each other for another brief second then turned to face Mrs. Walker.
She smiled at them before handing over a small packet of work to Serena and wished them luck. As she walked away, Serena flipped through the packet and then looked up at Heero. She found him staring at her with an annoyed look on his face. She raised an eyebrow at him and his annoyed expression was replaced by a blank one. She sighed and started down a hallway to the left.
The left side of the hallway was lined with large windows, the sun streaming through and brightening the already light hall. To the right, they passed doors to classrooms, meeting rooms and more hallways. They walked until they reached the end of the hallway where they climbed a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. They proceeded to enter the first door on the left, which entered into a vast computer lab.
A young blond man was conducting a beginner's computer class. Serena smiled and waved at him before walking into the back of the room and passed through a smaller door on the right. A small, round table filled the room with four not so comfortable chairs around it. A computer at a desk sat on the far wall while another one sat on the wall to the left. Serena walked over to the far side of the room and laid her things on the table so that hero might not see them. (AN: Intentional? Or not? Hehe). She pointed to the other computer. Heero said nothing but walked over to the designated spot and sat down while Serena walked up behind him.
"This is the computer that I work at. We'll be sharing this room with Mr. Tenou who we already saw teaching the beginner class out in the main room," Serena informed him. She then set a packet down in front of him and walked back to the table. Heero watched Serena as she sat down and lifted her laptop up to open it.
"I know you can start on that packet; I saw you with the Extroia 24xZ in the lounge," she spoke without even bothering to look at him. She paused briefly. "Besides, Mrs. Walker wouldn't have assigned you to me unless she knew you were good and had reason to believe that I might get a challenge out of teaching you." Serena's eyes never left her computer as she heard him grunt and turn around. She listened for the computer's start-up before devoting her full attention to her laptop once more.
She ran through some back-up information files left over from Setsuna Meiou, the woman who had raised her. She knew that Dr. Meiou was not her biological mother but she had never wondered who was. For as long as she could remember, Setsuna and the others were all she had. Haruka Tenou was her almost fatherly role, even though most didn't know that "he" was actually a she. Michiru was one of the quietest of the group. Serena smiled inside, thinking of how much she loved to hear Michiru play the violin and, when she could convince her, Haruka's piano accompaniment. Music always soothes the soul. If only they could get Hotaru could understand that. Serena wondered about her younger sibling, the silent child that she grew up ahead of, but always managed to make her feel so much younger than. Society's making children grow up far too fast, she thought to herself. But then, nothing could make Mina grow up even if she wanted to. Mina was the actress who was mature when working but other than that, she was your average teenager. Amy, however, was the no-nonsense type. After being Serena's teacher most of her life, she basically allowed her to pass her by. Raye was the first of the group of friends to sense danger. Being a priestess, she usually had a sixth sense about those things. And Lita, even if she couldn't "sense" problems, was always there, no matter what.
After searching through files, Serena finally came up with something that gave her a place to start. A political leader and pacifist by the name Heero Yuy. She frowned in thought. There's no way that this could be the Heero I know, but there might be some connection, she thought. She clicked a few buttons to open the internet, and a few seconds later she was scrounging through a file about Heero Yuy, colonist spokesperson. This, she realized, was the same Heero Yuy that had been assassinated many years ago.
"Wait a second," she mumbled, thinking to herself. Wasn't one of the five Gundam Pilot's names Heero Yuy? Yes, I think he was the pilot of Wing Zero. Five pilots, five new students. Oh, great, the Gundam Pilots are here at my school. Setsuna's gonna love this. . . Serena glanced up at Heero, who appeared not to notice, before returning to her computer.
A bell rang and the beginner class exited the main room, gabbing amongst themselves. Serena glanced up as Mr. Tenou poked his head in.
"Hey, Serena, I thought I saw you sneak in with someone," Haruka's blond hair shifted as he turned to Heero. "Hello, I'm Haruka, the computer teacher. You must be Heero. Mrs. Walker mentioned you." Haruka smiled as Heero acknowledged him with a nod. "Have fun with Serena. If you have any complaints, just tell me and I'll whip her into shape," he said, winking. "Serena, I'll see you at lunch, right?" He smiled as Serena nodded and left the room. Serena had turned back to her computer, when she heard Heero move. She didn't lift her eyes from the screen, even when she heard the safety of a gun go off beside her.
"How did you find out?" a dead monotone asked. She tapped a button and the computer screen went black, and then turned to face Heero, who had a gun to her head.
She could have tried to act dumb, but she knew Heero would see right through that. Instead, she said, "I could as the same of how you knew I knew." She leveled her eyes with his as she stood up, raising an eyebrow at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but an explosion cut him off. The impact sent both Heero and Serena crashing to the floor. Serena jumped up and rushed out of the room, Heero in close pursuit, gun still at hand.
Computers had been thrown every which way, all over the half of the room that still remained. The door to the small back room was not five feet away from a 30-foot drop-off and the remaining half of the room was filled with sparks and debris from the explosion. Serena felt Heero turn and fire at something to the far right. She turned and saw a person floating about ten yards away with her back turned. As Heero was firing, the figure turned around and Serena caught a full look at her.
The figure had ebony hair that was floating from the high ponytail atop her head. She looked as though she was seated on a chair that was not visible. Her pants of burgundy were littered with glittering stars while her shirt, if one could call it as such, was silver. The one thin strap went over her left shoulder and connected back behind her right. Her chin rested on one hand while the arm rested on the other as if she were thinking hard about something. Her deep red eyes twinkled evilly as she looked upon them with interest.
Her deep eyes turned cold as her energy force whirled around her quickly, the wind blowing around her growing closer and closer to Heero and Serena. All at once, the two were trying to keep their balance while also keeping their eyes shielded from sand and small items that were being thrown about.
As suddenly as it came, the severe winds ceased all together. Serena found that the person was no longer where she had been before. She instantly turned around in time to dodge a glow coming straight for her. She quickly avoided the few more that followed, trying to get better ground to stand on, with the debris on the floor. Suddenly she lost her footing and the woman in burgundy inflicted a sideways blow, knocking Serena to the ground and causing her head to bang against one of the computers, Her last thought was, "Oh, great, Setsuna's gonna love this. More training for me." Then all she saw was darkness.
P: And that . . . is the end . . . of the chapter. What, you thought it was the end of the story thingamajig?
B: [Goes over to Pal and shakes head, grumbling about not getting paid enough for this job] I think you'll be needing this, Pal. [Hands Pal a clipboard]
P: What?! Oh. [Looks at clipboard] Ah, yes . . . the recognitions board. For those select few who did review. Hey, listen to me, I made a rhyme. Let's see. . . Oooooo, at least two people thought my story was interesting????!!!! My work is interesting!!!!!!!!!!! A special thanks to:
solarmistress17
Dingzhe no Megami
Sailor Millenia
White Ivy (Well, you'll just have to see. [Enigmatic smile])
BartendinWufie (. . . . Wufie? . . . . . . Wufie?? . . . . . . Wufie???????!!!!!!! WUFIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Singsong voice] Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed! Wufie reviewed!)
[Stops chanting, dead silence] Those are the special thank-you's. However . . . five reviews is not very much. I would appreciate it if I could get 14 reviews before I upload my next chapter. But if your reviews are good, I might upload sooner.
AN, warning tone: Pal . . . . . .
P: Uh-oh, bye-bye! [Runs off, papers flying everywhere]
B: [Shakes head] She never learns . . . Sorry this took so long, everyone. I've actually had this thing to type for Pal for quite some time, but Chemistry is currently kicking our butts, so opportunity for typing has presented itself seldomly. I'll try to do better next time, but I can't promise anything. Chemistry is evil, and it likes to team up with English on me. . .
