Title: Different
Part: Prologue 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Not telling ^^ (well okay I sorta am)
Warnings: School social structure generalizations (Goths vs. Jocks), angst, Hilde POV
Hikaru's notes: I wanted to do a story about Heero and Duo from Hilde's stand point, not as a potential lover but as a sister since I have yet to really read one of those.
2nd Prologue
Duo was different since the day I met him. Even at six I could see that he marched to the beat of his own drum, not just a different one.
When I first saw him with all that long hair done up in a braid, I thought, "Who's that new girl?"
I was shocked to find he was a boy alright, what's more; his eyes were so blue, they were almost violet. They were a far cry for my own definitely blue ones. My own hair was pretty long back then too (although now it's shorter than most boy's) but it was nowhere near the length of that boy's. Well, despite his oddities, Duo and I became fast friends. Soon, we were getting into trouble I would never have been apart of if it wasn't for him egging me on.
But while we were becoming the best of friends, Duo's mom and my dad began to see "worthy qualities" in each other. So a couple of months after my ninth birthday, Duo became the older brother (by one month) that I never had. It was a beautiful fall wedding. Duo and his mother both shone with equal brilliance that day. They were both going to be apart of a family again. It was impossible to tell who was happier. Afterwards, I went to embrace my new brother, and when he smiled, I got a glimpse of the great man he would become.
Things were picture perfect until Duo's eleventh birthday.
It was the second of June and the day was a promise of a mild summer to come. I guess not everyone was happy with that idea because Duo's mother, Helen, was hit and killed by a drunk driver in the parking lot of Walmart at 10:24 in the morning. I know the exact time only because that was when Duo just stated to scream hysterically. I still don't understand how he knew, and I don't think even he himself knew, he just did.
Duo was never the same afterwards. He never did talk about that day except to say that his birthday wasn't on June 2nd, it was on July 18th, mine. Ever since then, we celebrated our birthdays on that day. I think he changed it because he felt guilty over his mom's death. Helen had been picking up his cake and a few last minute birthday presents that day at Walmart.
Middle school passed and we grew closer, though Duo started to make less friends. He started to define people as "preps" and "outcasts." I asked what a "prep" was one day and he answered, "A prep is a) a jock, b) student council official, or c) an airheaded bimbo [1]. Basically anyone considered popular. You're a prep because you fall under jock; you play soccer [2] and you play in the marching band. As an outcast, I'm supposed to be you sworn enemy [3]."
The glare I gave him made Duo hastily add with a nervous laugh, "But of course there are exceptions to every rule.."
So he became an outcast and after our first year of high school, he fit snugly into the subcategory of "goth-border punk". Thus, he became slightly unpopular [4]. The funny thing though wasn't that he was forced into that position like so many of that stature, he chose it. In fact, he could have very well been a prep. He'd beaten most of the basketball team on the court at one time or another, even his charisma and quick wit would have made him a shoe in for StuCo. Yet Duo didn't pick either choice. He picked "different."
But that's not where his story starts. Instead it starts a few years after Duo decided to be different. The real story begins his junior year of high school when he was forced to cooperate with a person that would change his life forever.
[1] Okay, not all preps are bad. well actually they are. I know I've been tormented by they more times than I care to count. So if you think Duo's explanation is a little biased, well it is.
[2] Yes, I said "soccer." I'm American and because I'm American I'm automatically correct. or so my father says. I think we're hypocrites, American football sucks and we should just call "soccer" "football" like everyone else in the world.
[3] This bit of "class" politics is very important in most high school social structures. This will also be the main focus of Different. So remember this line because that's how everyone at this (and unfortunately mine) high school thinks. (I hate being popular, and I hate being unpopular what's a poor girl to do. wait for college!)
[4] Cough, cough. (I love sarcasm).
Hikaru's note: Okay, please don't kill me for the prep comments. Remember there are exceptions to every rule! And if you are a prep, them ya can't be all bad cause you did read this afterall. (proceeds to kiss major ass). Besides, one of my good friends is a jock-prep. Okay, I know where this story is gonna end up, but it'll take me a while to get there cause Hilde's telling the story and I didn't plan it from the point of view of a third person. However; I thought it would bring more depth to the story, and miraculously, it has! Wahoo! So bear with me as I try to write it. Pairs will become obvious, but if I tell now that would ruin the story, so sit tight! Thanks for reading!
Part: Prologue 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Not telling ^^ (well okay I sorta am)
Warnings: School social structure generalizations (Goths vs. Jocks), angst, Hilde POV
Hikaru's notes: I wanted to do a story about Heero and Duo from Hilde's stand point, not as a potential lover but as a sister since I have yet to really read one of those.
2nd Prologue
Duo was different since the day I met him. Even at six I could see that he marched to the beat of his own drum, not just a different one.
When I first saw him with all that long hair done up in a braid, I thought, "Who's that new girl?"
I was shocked to find he was a boy alright, what's more; his eyes were so blue, they were almost violet. They were a far cry for my own definitely blue ones. My own hair was pretty long back then too (although now it's shorter than most boy's) but it was nowhere near the length of that boy's. Well, despite his oddities, Duo and I became fast friends. Soon, we were getting into trouble I would never have been apart of if it wasn't for him egging me on.
But while we were becoming the best of friends, Duo's mom and my dad began to see "worthy qualities" in each other. So a couple of months after my ninth birthday, Duo became the older brother (by one month) that I never had. It was a beautiful fall wedding. Duo and his mother both shone with equal brilliance that day. They were both going to be apart of a family again. It was impossible to tell who was happier. Afterwards, I went to embrace my new brother, and when he smiled, I got a glimpse of the great man he would become.
Things were picture perfect until Duo's eleventh birthday.
It was the second of June and the day was a promise of a mild summer to come. I guess not everyone was happy with that idea because Duo's mother, Helen, was hit and killed by a drunk driver in the parking lot of Walmart at 10:24 in the morning. I know the exact time only because that was when Duo just stated to scream hysterically. I still don't understand how he knew, and I don't think even he himself knew, he just did.
Duo was never the same afterwards. He never did talk about that day except to say that his birthday wasn't on June 2nd, it was on July 18th, mine. Ever since then, we celebrated our birthdays on that day. I think he changed it because he felt guilty over his mom's death. Helen had been picking up his cake and a few last minute birthday presents that day at Walmart.
Middle school passed and we grew closer, though Duo started to make less friends. He started to define people as "preps" and "outcasts." I asked what a "prep" was one day and he answered, "A prep is a) a jock, b) student council official, or c) an airheaded bimbo [1]. Basically anyone considered popular. You're a prep because you fall under jock; you play soccer [2] and you play in the marching band. As an outcast, I'm supposed to be you sworn enemy [3]."
The glare I gave him made Duo hastily add with a nervous laugh, "But of course there are exceptions to every rule.."
So he became an outcast and after our first year of high school, he fit snugly into the subcategory of "goth-border punk". Thus, he became slightly unpopular [4]. The funny thing though wasn't that he was forced into that position like so many of that stature, he chose it. In fact, he could have very well been a prep. He'd beaten most of the basketball team on the court at one time or another, even his charisma and quick wit would have made him a shoe in for StuCo. Yet Duo didn't pick either choice. He picked "different."
But that's not where his story starts. Instead it starts a few years after Duo decided to be different. The real story begins his junior year of high school when he was forced to cooperate with a person that would change his life forever.
[1] Okay, not all preps are bad. well actually they are. I know I've been tormented by they more times than I care to count. So if you think Duo's explanation is a little biased, well it is.
[2] Yes, I said "soccer." I'm American and because I'm American I'm automatically correct. or so my father says. I think we're hypocrites, American football sucks and we should just call "soccer" "football" like everyone else in the world.
[3] This bit of "class" politics is very important in most high school social structures. This will also be the main focus of Different. So remember this line because that's how everyone at this (and unfortunately mine) high school thinks. (I hate being popular, and I hate being unpopular what's a poor girl to do. wait for college!)
[4] Cough, cough. (I love sarcasm).
Hikaru's note: Okay, please don't kill me for the prep comments. Remember there are exceptions to every rule! And if you are a prep, them ya can't be all bad cause you did read this afterall. (proceeds to kiss major ass). Besides, one of my good friends is a jock-prep. Okay, I know where this story is gonna end up, but it'll take me a while to get there cause Hilde's telling the story and I didn't plan it from the point of view of a third person. However; I thought it would bring more depth to the story, and miraculously, it has! Wahoo! So bear with me as I try to write it. Pairs will become obvious, but if I tell now that would ruin the story, so sit tight! Thanks for reading!