Disclaimer: Let's create an analogy here:
Me: Doesn't own Gundam Wing :: Trowa:_______
a. Is not mine
b. Should be mine
c. Is totally hot
Answer: All three.
(I don't own 'Subway' either.)
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Part 3:
It was another fall day. I couldn't say it was boring, not with what was going on in my life at this time, but it definitely would have been. It was still the new school year, and my whole head was spinning with a million different things. Did I want to see Trowa again? Yes, but I was afraid to face him, after what happened the other day. . . ARGH! Why can't I just make up my mind! It was driving me crazy, and I knew just what to do; get my mind off of everything for a while.
I saw Becky waiting up the steps at the entrance to school, and she waved furiously as I approached.
"Hey buddy-boy!" she yelled over to me, impersonating Duo. I must say, it was a pretty bad impression, but that's not the kind of things you tell your friends. She was trying to be funny, anyway.
"Call me Cathy! That's what Trowa called Catherine in the series," I demanded, laughing silently.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Cathy.call me, Shinigami!!!!" Becky joked further, with a defiant raise of her forefinger as she pushed open the door.
"Right." I said, and followed behind her.
The school was already abuzz with the latest gossip about the new students, and by the new students. They seemed to have made quite a splash into our small, ninth-grade class. I heard a few teases at Quatre's palate of clothing color upon walking in. Well, I tried to warn him. . .
Duo's brash and witty personality had already won him quite a following, and the drooling girls that surrounding him all but waved around 'I love Duo' signs and chanted his name through the hallways. Duo didn't seem to mind the attention, but he knew how to hide when obsession became a little scary.
Wufei, well, he'd joined the 'Math Counts' club. They're just a bunch of people who think they're better than anybody else because they can do math problems really quickly. Wufei is their leader or something, and they've all started wearing weird white, puffy pants that came above their waists, and learned how to glare at various random people for no reason at all. You have to . . .err.. . . learn to ignore them.
Trowa, to my delight, and my despair, was nowhere to be seen before classes started, so I just went about my business as if nothing had ever happened. I wasn't going to go looking for false hopes.
"Hey, Becky?" She turned to face me, "We have math first, right?"
"Ick! You're right!" She sighed in despair. Math was our least favorite class, and having to take it at 7:30 in the morning didn't make it any more enjoyable, but there was nowhere else to go, so Becky and I both decided to go early to class. The teacher wouldn't be there, so we could talk about Duo and Trowa and all that implies.
Walking in, I was surprised to see Duo leaning back in his chair, all the way in the back of class, but not as surprised as Becky was. She kind of froze right there in the doorway, and I had to poke her to keep her from turning into a pile of Jell-o. That's where the day was headed.
"Hey, you're Quatre's friend, the girl that likes Trowa.right?" Duo asked, quite confidently as he brought his hands down from behind his head to face us both.
"Uh, heh, heh, yeah." I replied, blushing. Becky, although having been saved from fainting on the floor with a very hard, and embarrassing 'thump', was still pretty much at a loss for words.
"What are you two doing here early?" Duo asked us, still sitting down. I approached with caution, grabbing Becky's arm and dragging her over very slowly.
"I don't know . . . just to talk and stuff, I guessed." I answered indifferently with a shrug.
"Talk? Alright, I can talk. Take this seat, I don't know anyone here . . . Your friend talks, right?" Duo smirked at Becky, who was still recovering, and probably would have run out of the room right about now, had I not still had a firm grip on her arm.
"Oh, forgive me for not introducing you, this is my friend, Becky!" I said with a smile, I knew that despite all .
"Yo Becky, nice to meet 'cha! I'm Duo Maxwell!" he replied, only to find an awkward silence, and a fervently blushing Becky who might as well have been on another planet.
"Nice to meet you too, Duo," Becky said in a very small, tentative voice. She was so obsessed with Duo, it wasn't funny, and a little scary, but at least she wasn't a rabid fan-girl. She had a honest-to-goodness crush.
Becky and I took the two seats nearest Duo, all the way in the back. Soon, the bell rang, and class began.
"Okay, class, pull out your homework from last night," Mr. Richton said.
"Um, errrr, homework?" Duo asked.
"Oh! Right.you're that new kid, well, welcome to math class!" Mr. R replied. "Let's see. . ." He rummaged through the drawers of his desk quickly before pulling out a worksheet. "This is the homework, and this," He handed Duo a second sheet, "is a quick test that you need to take to see what level you're in. Don't worry if you get to a question you can't answer, you won't be able to answer many of them, but it's required you take it."
"Heh, um, right teach'!" Duo answered, slightly rolling his eyes. I could tell the God of Death wasn't really excited about math. He looked at the test and groaned, poking Becky slightly, "Hey, ya mind if I borrow a pencil?" He asked politely.
"Sure!" Becky brightened, still in a whisper so as not to interrupt the teacher. Not that she'd be able to talk at full volume in front of Duo anyway, of course. Duo grabbed the pencil from her extended hand and began to work vigorously on the test in front of him, humming a song I recognized from my 'Creed' CD. I remembered taking that test. It was really hard and really long. No one finished.
The period wore on the next couple of minutes, and Mr. R had already finished his short lesson and asked us to start on our homework, because he had given us a 10 page packet. Fun. . . yeah, sure.
"Done!" Duo slapped Becky's pencil on the groove at the top of the desk and handed the test proudly to the teacher, walking back to his desk and cupping one hand towards us in a whisper, "watch this . . ."
He pointed to Mr. R as he looked over Duo's test and he raised his eyebrows dangerously high. He looked at Duo, who now sat twiddling his thumbs innocently at his desk. Glancing over 'accidentally' at Mr. R, they made eye contact and he motioned Duo over to his desk. Becky and I listened in interest to their conversation.
"What's your name?" Mr. R asked.
"Maxwell, Duo Maxwell!" He puffed with pride.
"Duo, you've gotten every question on this test correct. There's no way you could have the answers, so I know you haven't cheated, but I can't see how you could know this. The only other perfect score was actually that other new student, Heero Yuy. You know him, correct? These . . ." He pointed to the most difficult section of the test, "These are college level math problems! Where did you two learn calculus?"
Duo shrugged, "Taught ourselves. Easy stuff." Mr. R stared, absolutely disbelieving before he burrowed one hand in his forehead. "What did Heero say about it?"
"I don't know . . . something about mathematics being 'imperative to the mission'." Mr. R grumbled, "Crazy kids . . ." He raised his voice back to Duo who was still chuckling at Heero's response; "You may go back to your seat, now, till I figure out what to do with you."
"Okay!" Duo grinned, returning to his seat and winking at the rest of us who had just witnessed the scene before handing Becky's pencil back to her, and continued to mingle in conversation with the rest of the class.
It was really no big surprise that Duo excelled at math, but still, it was amazing.
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I was surprised to see Trowa, Heero, Duo, and Quatre in my gym class. Even my crush, Evan, was there.
"Okay, time for class!" Our gym instructor said. "Today, we have.gymnastics!"
"Great." I heard Evan mumble. None of the boys liked gymnastics . . . because they're not good at it, obviously, but I smiled at Evan's reaction, knowing Trowa would do just fine.
"Okay, boys first. We'll start with a warm-up, so all you guys get out there, and remember to spread-out so that no one gets in anyone's way! Girls, you'll have to wait. There's not enough room." Our gym instructor said after blowing the whistle a couple of times to calm us down. I watched all the boys trudge over to the mats. It was worse than a death march, but Trowa stood proud above all the rest, picking a small portion of the mat for himself.
Trowa only quickly gathered force by crouching down before springing into the air with ease. He then proceeded to do a high double forward flip with a spin, landing squarely on the other side of the 10m mats. The instructor looked at him, amazed, and asked him to do it again, and he did. Everyone was silent as I applauded him.
He smiled. "Thanks, Cathy."
"Whoa! Wow, cool! Awesome! This dude is the coolest!" I heard kids exclaim from the side of the gym. I heard Hilde say, "Ooh, that cute clown again!"
"Yeah, whatever. He probably went to some sissy gymnastics school before he came here . . . ." Evan grumbled. I rolled my eyes. Just because he always got the attention, and now suddenly someone was stealing his thunder for five minutes, he had to make fun of him.
"Hey! Flip boy! Where'd you learn that, some sissy girls school for gymnastics?" Evan asked, staring evilly at Trowa. Trowa stood still, unmoved by the harsh words, but those who stood behind him weren't about to just let him walk away.
"Omae o korosu . . ." Heero growled.
"Why you little . . ." Duo began, clenching his fists, and pushing the glaring Heero aside, and approached Evan threateningly.
"Shut up, Evan!" I shouted, stepping in front of all of them to defend Trowa. I wasn't going to let Heero glare forever, his face might just stay that way, and none of us want that. I wasn't going to let Duo punch his lights out, either. He'll just get kicked out
"Cathy." Trowa said, looking at me.
"Don't worry, I've got it under control, Trowa," I glared at Evan, and Heero came to help, but was stopped by Duo, who put a hand in front of him. Duo understood this was my battle, and still, today, I'm very grateful for him stepping aside.
"Huh?" Evan wondered at the picture, staring me straight in the face. I may look nice, but NO ONE insults Trowa and gets away with it!
"Becky taught me this (no, really, she did)." I said, punching Evan in the nose. Blood streamed down his chin. "Wimp."
He clasped his face in more surprise than in pain as he drew back a bloodied finger. "Damn chick . . ." He hissed into the air, looking around at the people that were whispering behind his back. I puffed with pride. No one at my school would dare call me a 'weak little girl' again.
"Awesome! Go Catherine!" Duo said, smiling and waving little 'you -go- girl' signs around the gym.
"Cathy." Trowa stammered.
"Excuse me, what going on?!" the gym instructor screeched, grabbing me by the arm, once she saw the bloody nose, and the fist that drew it.
"Catherine . . . to the office, now!" The teacher yelled furiously, first at me, before staring-down a hyper-excited Duo, who quickly threw the signs away and went to stand next to Hilde.
"N-no! It-it was me!" Trowa said before any decision could be made. Barely anyone except Duo, Hilde, Becky and I saw him being dragged off to the office.
"He wouldn't do that for just anyone, you know." Duo tapped me on the shoulder, and I nodded silently. I should have gone after him, I know, but what would be the point. They would punish him just as badly, if not worse, for lying to them. What could I do?
Trowa was really a great guy. I blushed unknowingly and Evan glared at me from behind his bloody nose. No one would talk to him after he was beat-up by a girl. Hah! I feel all 'superior', now, but it had to happen sometime, and better sooner than later. Man, he was a jerk! I can't believe I actually liked him!
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/riiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg/ The bell sounded.
School was over, and my head was swimming with what had happened today. I didn't feel right. Looking up and down the hall frantically, I saw Trowa. Running over to him desperately, I started looking at him.
"Trowa! You shouldn't have done that! I couldn't even say it was me, they would have punished you even worse!" I started yelling, but ended in a whisper.
"Cathy.I-uh, um, never mind." Trowa stammered before biting his lip nervously and running off through the hall.
"Trowa, wait!" I called after him. It's just like the guy I like to leave the moment I need to tell him something really important.
"Mysterious guy, huh?" Heero said, scaring the bajeebas out of me. (don't ask)
"Holy! Heero! Don't sneak up on me like that!" I exclaimed. Not that I was surprised he would be the one to show up out of the middle of nowhere.
"Uh, sorry," Heero apologized, before looking back as a certain braided someone rang through the hallway.
"Hey, buddy-boy!" Duo rounded the corner of the hallway and came up to Heero with a smile.
"Hn. Duo. " Heero mumbled as Duo slung an arm around his shoulder. Heero shook it off quickly. He wasn't a 'touchy' person, and let's just leave it at that. I won't mention the hidden gun that he refused to pull in public.
"I hear Relena has a party invitation for you . . . . some-bod-y likes you . . . ." Duo said in a sing-song voice before breaking out in a chuckle.
"Shut up!" Heero shouted. It was getting harder and harder not to pull the gun on Duo. It's usually his way of expression, but ever since that 'peer counseling' seminar, Heero had a moral against pulling a gun on his best friend. I think Duo was taking advantage.
"Heero and Relena, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes-" Duo sang before Heero shoved him into a the wall, and walked out of the door, trying to contain his anger.
"HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!" Relena ran down the hall, preppy neon pink dress trailing behind. She came up to Heero, who was still annoyed, and had now, become just on the verge of insanity and about to fall off.
Relena handed him the invitation and Heero fell to the ground, laughing insanely. Yup, he just fell off . . . Strange kid . . .
"Geez! Finally cracked, did he?" Duo said, watching Heero convulsing on the hallway floor.
We watched, as Heero was found, still laughing insanely on the floor, by one of the school security guards.
"Hey, are you okay, kid?" He asked, picking him up gently off the floor, but Heero kicked him onto the ground easily and laughed his way down the hall, pulling his gun on nearly everyone he saw and shooting all over the place. We saw the security guard widen his eyes in horror, pulling out a walkie-talkie.
"This is 'geese' to 'doghouse', 'doghouse', do you read?" There was a bunch of static from the other hand that none of us could distinguish. "We've got a code red! A CODE RED headed to your position!!!" We watched as several security guards raced through the hall, following the sounds of Heero's gun.
"Yeeeaaaahhhhh. . . ." I said, watching in awe at what had just occurred.
"There you are! I've been looking all over!" Becky exclaimed, running up to me; she was followed very closely by Quatre, who was very happy to finally have found me.
"Oh hey!" I said, waving at my excited friends, who stopped when they came to me to catch their breaths
"So, are you ready to come over?" Quatre asked Becky and I.
"Yup! My sister, Terry is waiting. She said she'd pick us up in her new car somewhere in the parking lot.
As we were walking out to the parking lot, I heard Duo say, "I guess I'll go somewhere fun today . . . . . SUBWAY!" He ran off. Riiight . . .
We reached the parking lot, only to find Wufei in a leather jacket, spraying "Nataku" on all the cars with blue spray-paint. "Nataku shall rule the world! Ha ha ha ha ha! All weaklings shall perish!"
"Uh huh . . . ." We all said in unison, watching the crazed Chinese boy run around the parking lot, trying in vain to be a fugitive.
"Hey, Quatre! Where's Maxwell? He promised to help me spray the cars today!" Wufei asked angrily, because almost certain of the answer.
"Ummm . . . . I think I heard him say something about 'Subway'." Quatre said, raising a pensive finger to the side of his face, looking up into nowhere, unsure of his response. It didn't make sense, to any of us, but everyone soon found that it was very correct when Wufei turned bright red with anger.
"Again! He's always blowing me off for 'Subway'! Injustice to all ham and cheese sandwiches!!!" Wufei screamed, spray-painting another car.
We spotted Terry leaning against a yellow convertible (yeah, she wishes).
"Schweet!" We exclaimed, drooling over every polished curve on the car. "Nice ride!"
"I know." Terry said, smiling slightly in pride.
Wufei approached the vehicle, and raised his spray bottle towards the immaculate surface, but Terry whipped out a mini-pink-spray bottle and kicked Wufei onto the ground, spray-painting "Weakling" on his butt before he could do any damage.
"Noooo! Injustice! You shall pay; you shall all pay!!!" Wufei screamed, convulsing on the floor in pain of his defeat.
"Whatever." Terry raised an eyebrow, "Let's get outta here." She said, turning around to her car while we all we looked on in wonder at the scene before us.
We all stared at the cursing Wufei on the ground, shrugged, and jumped into the car.
"Where to?" Terry asked casually as she started to put the key in the ignition.
"My place!" Quatre smiled. Terry looked back and blushed a little at the blond-haired boy.
"You just show the way." Terry told Quatre, voice softened a bit from before. Quatre nodded, telling Becky's older sister the first of the directions. Becky looked at the picture with interest as Terry quieted before turning around to face the road. But whatever that signified, we headed off to the Winner mansion nonetheless.
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The car ride consisted of a quiet Terry, while Quatre told us about his herb garden and how to make chamomile tea from scratch. Becky and I really couldn't care less, but Terry listened with unintentional interest.
After what seemed like an eternity for everyone except Terry and Quatre, we pulled up to a huge, white mansion with pillars and balconies and huge gates surrounding it.
"Okay, thanks, Terri!" Becky said.
"No problem. And, by the way, who's the cute friend?" Terri asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Quatre Raberba Winner. He was one of the new students at school." Becky answered, slightly laughing as the three of us hopped out of the car.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? He's cute!" Terri poked at her little sister, silencing Becky for a minute before she burst out laughing again. "Just call me when you want to come home, k?" Becky nodded between chuckles and received a sigh from her older sister, who gave Quatre a quick wink before driving off.
As we approached the huge house, we realized how large it actually was, with an electric gate towering above us all that was easily 20 feet in height. He must be really rich!
We quickly ran up behind Quatre to the main gate, where he punched in a code, and the gate opened. "C'mon. . ." he added, running to open the second door and allow us all entrance.
We followed a hurried Quatre inside his mansion. Whoa, it was HUGE! It was beautiful, too, with shiny, decorated hardwood floors, and huge paintings and murals on the walls in every room. Also, there was the most elegant furniture I had ever seen!
We followed Quatre upstairs into his room, and were surprised to see a long, chestnut-colored braid hanging down from the back of Quatre's pink chair, and a ham and cheese Subway sandwich on the desk.
"Duo?!" We exclaimed in unison.
"Yo, Quatre! Nice digs!" Duo replied, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Gosh, you tell me that every time you come over!" Quatre laughed.
How Duo had gotten past that huge front gate was a mystery to all of us, but one that was best left uninvestigated, I suppose. I mean, for someone who knows high-level calculus, I guess it wasn't a big stretch.
I looked around the room. Pink carpet, pink walls, pink ceiling, pink bed and bedspread, pink desk and chair, pink dresser, and pink everything else you would find in a room.
"So, you guys know each other pretty well, huh?" Becky questioned, pointing a finger at Quatre and Duo.
"Ummm. . . .sure," Duo replied, looking nervously at a frozen Quatre behind him, who was trying his best to ignore the question at all costs.
"How?" I asked.
"Well, uh, er, heh, heh, can't say." Duo answered.
I picked up Quatre's pink binoculars, and looked out the window. As soon as I saw a huge covering over something in the backyard by the hedge maze, I turned to Quatre with a smirk crossing my face.
"Hey, Quatre! What's that?" I asked, pointing to the covered thing, obviously knowing what it was. And how couldn't it be?
"Ummm.that's, that's." Quatre stammered.
"Sandrock!" Becky announced, grabbing the pink binoculars from my hands to get a better look.
"How do you know about all this?" Quatre asked, with a confused look on his face.
"Because we're spies from OZ and we want to destroy all the Gundam pilots." I replied, words dripping with sarcasm. To my surprise, Becky and I found ourselves at the receiving end of Duo's silver revolver in a split second.
"Put the binoculars DOWN!" Duo narrowed his eyes and flicked his gun at Becky, who dropped them immediately. Quatre just turned away. He didn't want to see any of his friends get hurt, but it was the mission, and he couldn't stop Duo from following orders. It scared him, though, that he would have to be the one with the gun if Duo hadn't showed-up at his house that afternoon.
"I was kidding! I was kidding!" I said, raising my arms up instantaneously in defense at Duo, who was dead serious about shooting us right there. "You're from a TV series in this dimension that no one seems to remember about except for us!"
"Well, okay, then prove it." Duo said, steadying his gun, "I bet 'cha don't know anything about me!" He said, flipping his braid back over his shoulder with his left hand.
"Your Gundam is Deathscythe, or Deathscythe Hell, when it was rebuilt. You were a war orphan on the streets and were taken in by the Maxwell church after a plague went around and you lost your best friend, Solo. Enough? Or should I say more?" Becky asked, giggling a little at her knowledge of his past, and at the gun that dropped from Duo's hands in shock.
"What?! B-but how????" Duo screeched, falling out of his chair and onto his butt on the floor.
"So, if they're not from OZ, they aren't a threat to us, right Duo?" Quatre asked, and Duo (still a bit dizzy from the fall) nodded. Quatre turned to us. "You guys, promise not to tell anyone about all this?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure!" Becky and I replied in unison.
"Pinky promise?" Quatre questioned, with a pleading face. He stuck his pinky up in the air.
"Oh my God. . . . this is embarrassing." Duo grumbled, still on the floor.
"Yeah, um, whatever Quatre . . . ." I said, sweat-dropping with Becky.
The door creaked open. "Master Quatre, your tea is ready!"
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Foxfire: *does a happy dance* ^0^
Cathy: *ignoring her* (crazy editors -_-;)
Becky: Relena -finally- drove Heero to insanity. Glad that's over.
Cathy: Where did Trowa go?! *pouts*
Me: Doesn't own Gundam Wing :: Trowa:_______
a. Is not mine
b. Should be mine
c. Is totally hot
Answer: All three.
(I don't own 'Subway' either.)
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Part 3:
It was another fall day. I couldn't say it was boring, not with what was going on in my life at this time, but it definitely would have been. It was still the new school year, and my whole head was spinning with a million different things. Did I want to see Trowa again? Yes, but I was afraid to face him, after what happened the other day. . . ARGH! Why can't I just make up my mind! It was driving me crazy, and I knew just what to do; get my mind off of everything for a while.
I saw Becky waiting up the steps at the entrance to school, and she waved furiously as I approached.
"Hey buddy-boy!" she yelled over to me, impersonating Duo. I must say, it was a pretty bad impression, but that's not the kind of things you tell your friends. She was trying to be funny, anyway.
"Call me Cathy! That's what Trowa called Catherine in the series," I demanded, laughing silently.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Cathy.call me, Shinigami!!!!" Becky joked further, with a defiant raise of her forefinger as she pushed open the door.
"Right." I said, and followed behind her.
The school was already abuzz with the latest gossip about the new students, and by the new students. They seemed to have made quite a splash into our small, ninth-grade class. I heard a few teases at Quatre's palate of clothing color upon walking in. Well, I tried to warn him. . .
Duo's brash and witty personality had already won him quite a following, and the drooling girls that surrounding him all but waved around 'I love Duo' signs and chanted his name through the hallways. Duo didn't seem to mind the attention, but he knew how to hide when obsession became a little scary.
Wufei, well, he'd joined the 'Math Counts' club. They're just a bunch of people who think they're better than anybody else because they can do math problems really quickly. Wufei is their leader or something, and they've all started wearing weird white, puffy pants that came above their waists, and learned how to glare at various random people for no reason at all. You have to . . .err.. . . learn to ignore them.
Trowa, to my delight, and my despair, was nowhere to be seen before classes started, so I just went about my business as if nothing had ever happened. I wasn't going to go looking for false hopes.
"Hey, Becky?" She turned to face me, "We have math first, right?"
"Ick! You're right!" She sighed in despair. Math was our least favorite class, and having to take it at 7:30 in the morning didn't make it any more enjoyable, but there was nowhere else to go, so Becky and I both decided to go early to class. The teacher wouldn't be there, so we could talk about Duo and Trowa and all that implies.
Walking in, I was surprised to see Duo leaning back in his chair, all the way in the back of class, but not as surprised as Becky was. She kind of froze right there in the doorway, and I had to poke her to keep her from turning into a pile of Jell-o. That's where the day was headed.
"Hey, you're Quatre's friend, the girl that likes Trowa.right?" Duo asked, quite confidently as he brought his hands down from behind his head to face us both.
"Uh, heh, heh, yeah." I replied, blushing. Becky, although having been saved from fainting on the floor with a very hard, and embarrassing 'thump', was still pretty much at a loss for words.
"What are you two doing here early?" Duo asked us, still sitting down. I approached with caution, grabbing Becky's arm and dragging her over very slowly.
"I don't know . . . just to talk and stuff, I guessed." I answered indifferently with a shrug.
"Talk? Alright, I can talk. Take this seat, I don't know anyone here . . . Your friend talks, right?" Duo smirked at Becky, who was still recovering, and probably would have run out of the room right about now, had I not still had a firm grip on her arm.
"Oh, forgive me for not introducing you, this is my friend, Becky!" I said with a smile, I knew that despite all .
"Yo Becky, nice to meet 'cha! I'm Duo Maxwell!" he replied, only to find an awkward silence, and a fervently blushing Becky who might as well have been on another planet.
"Nice to meet you too, Duo," Becky said in a very small, tentative voice. She was so obsessed with Duo, it wasn't funny, and a little scary, but at least she wasn't a rabid fan-girl. She had a honest-to-goodness crush.
Becky and I took the two seats nearest Duo, all the way in the back. Soon, the bell rang, and class began.
"Okay, class, pull out your homework from last night," Mr. Richton said.
"Um, errrr, homework?" Duo asked.
"Oh! Right.you're that new kid, well, welcome to math class!" Mr. R replied. "Let's see. . ." He rummaged through the drawers of his desk quickly before pulling out a worksheet. "This is the homework, and this," He handed Duo a second sheet, "is a quick test that you need to take to see what level you're in. Don't worry if you get to a question you can't answer, you won't be able to answer many of them, but it's required you take it."
"Heh, um, right teach'!" Duo answered, slightly rolling his eyes. I could tell the God of Death wasn't really excited about math. He looked at the test and groaned, poking Becky slightly, "Hey, ya mind if I borrow a pencil?" He asked politely.
"Sure!" Becky brightened, still in a whisper so as not to interrupt the teacher. Not that she'd be able to talk at full volume in front of Duo anyway, of course. Duo grabbed the pencil from her extended hand and began to work vigorously on the test in front of him, humming a song I recognized from my 'Creed' CD. I remembered taking that test. It was really hard and really long. No one finished.
The period wore on the next couple of minutes, and Mr. R had already finished his short lesson and asked us to start on our homework, because he had given us a 10 page packet. Fun. . . yeah, sure.
"Done!" Duo slapped Becky's pencil on the groove at the top of the desk and handed the test proudly to the teacher, walking back to his desk and cupping one hand towards us in a whisper, "watch this . . ."
He pointed to Mr. R as he looked over Duo's test and he raised his eyebrows dangerously high. He looked at Duo, who now sat twiddling his thumbs innocently at his desk. Glancing over 'accidentally' at Mr. R, they made eye contact and he motioned Duo over to his desk. Becky and I listened in interest to their conversation.
"What's your name?" Mr. R asked.
"Maxwell, Duo Maxwell!" He puffed with pride.
"Duo, you've gotten every question on this test correct. There's no way you could have the answers, so I know you haven't cheated, but I can't see how you could know this. The only other perfect score was actually that other new student, Heero Yuy. You know him, correct? These . . ." He pointed to the most difficult section of the test, "These are college level math problems! Where did you two learn calculus?"
Duo shrugged, "Taught ourselves. Easy stuff." Mr. R stared, absolutely disbelieving before he burrowed one hand in his forehead. "What did Heero say about it?"
"I don't know . . . something about mathematics being 'imperative to the mission'." Mr. R grumbled, "Crazy kids . . ." He raised his voice back to Duo who was still chuckling at Heero's response; "You may go back to your seat, now, till I figure out what to do with you."
"Okay!" Duo grinned, returning to his seat and winking at the rest of us who had just witnessed the scene before handing Becky's pencil back to her, and continued to mingle in conversation with the rest of the class.
It was really no big surprise that Duo excelled at math, but still, it was amazing.
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I was surprised to see Trowa, Heero, Duo, and Quatre in my gym class. Even my crush, Evan, was there.
"Okay, time for class!" Our gym instructor said. "Today, we have.gymnastics!"
"Great." I heard Evan mumble. None of the boys liked gymnastics . . . because they're not good at it, obviously, but I smiled at Evan's reaction, knowing Trowa would do just fine.
"Okay, boys first. We'll start with a warm-up, so all you guys get out there, and remember to spread-out so that no one gets in anyone's way! Girls, you'll have to wait. There's not enough room." Our gym instructor said after blowing the whistle a couple of times to calm us down. I watched all the boys trudge over to the mats. It was worse than a death march, but Trowa stood proud above all the rest, picking a small portion of the mat for himself.
Trowa only quickly gathered force by crouching down before springing into the air with ease. He then proceeded to do a high double forward flip with a spin, landing squarely on the other side of the 10m mats. The instructor looked at him, amazed, and asked him to do it again, and he did. Everyone was silent as I applauded him.
He smiled. "Thanks, Cathy."
"Whoa! Wow, cool! Awesome! This dude is the coolest!" I heard kids exclaim from the side of the gym. I heard Hilde say, "Ooh, that cute clown again!"
"Yeah, whatever. He probably went to some sissy gymnastics school before he came here . . . ." Evan grumbled. I rolled my eyes. Just because he always got the attention, and now suddenly someone was stealing his thunder for five minutes, he had to make fun of him.
"Hey! Flip boy! Where'd you learn that, some sissy girls school for gymnastics?" Evan asked, staring evilly at Trowa. Trowa stood still, unmoved by the harsh words, but those who stood behind him weren't about to just let him walk away.
"Omae o korosu . . ." Heero growled.
"Why you little . . ." Duo began, clenching his fists, and pushing the glaring Heero aside, and approached Evan threateningly.
"Shut up, Evan!" I shouted, stepping in front of all of them to defend Trowa. I wasn't going to let Heero glare forever, his face might just stay that way, and none of us want that. I wasn't going to let Duo punch his lights out, either. He'll just get kicked out
"Cathy." Trowa said, looking at me.
"Don't worry, I've got it under control, Trowa," I glared at Evan, and Heero came to help, but was stopped by Duo, who put a hand in front of him. Duo understood this was my battle, and still, today, I'm very grateful for him stepping aside.
"Huh?" Evan wondered at the picture, staring me straight in the face. I may look nice, but NO ONE insults Trowa and gets away with it!
"Becky taught me this (no, really, she did)." I said, punching Evan in the nose. Blood streamed down his chin. "Wimp."
He clasped his face in more surprise than in pain as he drew back a bloodied finger. "Damn chick . . ." He hissed into the air, looking around at the people that were whispering behind his back. I puffed with pride. No one at my school would dare call me a 'weak little girl' again.
"Awesome! Go Catherine!" Duo said, smiling and waving little 'you -go- girl' signs around the gym.
"Cathy." Trowa stammered.
"Excuse me, what going on?!" the gym instructor screeched, grabbing me by the arm, once she saw the bloody nose, and the fist that drew it.
"Catherine . . . to the office, now!" The teacher yelled furiously, first at me, before staring-down a hyper-excited Duo, who quickly threw the signs away and went to stand next to Hilde.
"N-no! It-it was me!" Trowa said before any decision could be made. Barely anyone except Duo, Hilde, Becky and I saw him being dragged off to the office.
"He wouldn't do that for just anyone, you know." Duo tapped me on the shoulder, and I nodded silently. I should have gone after him, I know, but what would be the point. They would punish him just as badly, if not worse, for lying to them. What could I do?
Trowa was really a great guy. I blushed unknowingly and Evan glared at me from behind his bloody nose. No one would talk to him after he was beat-up by a girl. Hah! I feel all 'superior', now, but it had to happen sometime, and better sooner than later. Man, he was a jerk! I can't believe I actually liked him!
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/riiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg/ The bell sounded.
School was over, and my head was swimming with what had happened today. I didn't feel right. Looking up and down the hall frantically, I saw Trowa. Running over to him desperately, I started looking at him.
"Trowa! You shouldn't have done that! I couldn't even say it was me, they would have punished you even worse!" I started yelling, but ended in a whisper.
"Cathy.I-uh, um, never mind." Trowa stammered before biting his lip nervously and running off through the hall.
"Trowa, wait!" I called after him. It's just like the guy I like to leave the moment I need to tell him something really important.
"Mysterious guy, huh?" Heero said, scaring the bajeebas out of me. (don't ask)
"Holy! Heero! Don't sneak up on me like that!" I exclaimed. Not that I was surprised he would be the one to show up out of the middle of nowhere.
"Uh, sorry," Heero apologized, before looking back as a certain braided someone rang through the hallway.
"Hey, buddy-boy!" Duo rounded the corner of the hallway and came up to Heero with a smile.
"Hn. Duo. " Heero mumbled as Duo slung an arm around his shoulder. Heero shook it off quickly. He wasn't a 'touchy' person, and let's just leave it at that. I won't mention the hidden gun that he refused to pull in public.
"I hear Relena has a party invitation for you . . . . some-bod-y likes you . . . ." Duo said in a sing-song voice before breaking out in a chuckle.
"Shut up!" Heero shouted. It was getting harder and harder not to pull the gun on Duo. It's usually his way of expression, but ever since that 'peer counseling' seminar, Heero had a moral against pulling a gun on his best friend. I think Duo was taking advantage.
"Heero and Relena, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes-" Duo sang before Heero shoved him into a the wall, and walked out of the door, trying to contain his anger.
"HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!" Relena ran down the hall, preppy neon pink dress trailing behind. She came up to Heero, who was still annoyed, and had now, become just on the verge of insanity and about to fall off.
Relena handed him the invitation and Heero fell to the ground, laughing insanely. Yup, he just fell off . . . Strange kid . . .
"Geez! Finally cracked, did he?" Duo said, watching Heero convulsing on the hallway floor.
We watched, as Heero was found, still laughing insanely on the floor, by one of the school security guards.
"Hey, are you okay, kid?" He asked, picking him up gently off the floor, but Heero kicked him onto the ground easily and laughed his way down the hall, pulling his gun on nearly everyone he saw and shooting all over the place. We saw the security guard widen his eyes in horror, pulling out a walkie-talkie.
"This is 'geese' to 'doghouse', 'doghouse', do you read?" There was a bunch of static from the other hand that none of us could distinguish. "We've got a code red! A CODE RED headed to your position!!!" We watched as several security guards raced through the hall, following the sounds of Heero's gun.
"Yeeeaaaahhhhh. . . ." I said, watching in awe at what had just occurred.
"There you are! I've been looking all over!" Becky exclaimed, running up to me; she was followed very closely by Quatre, who was very happy to finally have found me.
"Oh hey!" I said, waving at my excited friends, who stopped when they came to me to catch their breaths
"So, are you ready to come over?" Quatre asked Becky and I.
"Yup! My sister, Terry is waiting. She said she'd pick us up in her new car somewhere in the parking lot.
As we were walking out to the parking lot, I heard Duo say, "I guess I'll go somewhere fun today . . . . . SUBWAY!" He ran off. Riiight . . .
We reached the parking lot, only to find Wufei in a leather jacket, spraying "Nataku" on all the cars with blue spray-paint. "Nataku shall rule the world! Ha ha ha ha ha! All weaklings shall perish!"
"Uh huh . . . ." We all said in unison, watching the crazed Chinese boy run around the parking lot, trying in vain to be a fugitive.
"Hey, Quatre! Where's Maxwell? He promised to help me spray the cars today!" Wufei asked angrily, because almost certain of the answer.
"Ummm . . . . I think I heard him say something about 'Subway'." Quatre said, raising a pensive finger to the side of his face, looking up into nowhere, unsure of his response. It didn't make sense, to any of us, but everyone soon found that it was very correct when Wufei turned bright red with anger.
"Again! He's always blowing me off for 'Subway'! Injustice to all ham and cheese sandwiches!!!" Wufei screamed, spray-painting another car.
We spotted Terry leaning against a yellow convertible (yeah, she wishes).
"Schweet!" We exclaimed, drooling over every polished curve on the car. "Nice ride!"
"I know." Terry said, smiling slightly in pride.
Wufei approached the vehicle, and raised his spray bottle towards the immaculate surface, but Terry whipped out a mini-pink-spray bottle and kicked Wufei onto the ground, spray-painting "Weakling" on his butt before he could do any damage.
"Noooo! Injustice! You shall pay; you shall all pay!!!" Wufei screamed, convulsing on the floor in pain of his defeat.
"Whatever." Terry raised an eyebrow, "Let's get outta here." She said, turning around to her car while we all we looked on in wonder at the scene before us.
We all stared at the cursing Wufei on the ground, shrugged, and jumped into the car.
"Where to?" Terry asked casually as she started to put the key in the ignition.
"My place!" Quatre smiled. Terry looked back and blushed a little at the blond-haired boy.
"You just show the way." Terry told Quatre, voice softened a bit from before. Quatre nodded, telling Becky's older sister the first of the directions. Becky looked at the picture with interest as Terry quieted before turning around to face the road. But whatever that signified, we headed off to the Winner mansion nonetheless.
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The car ride consisted of a quiet Terry, while Quatre told us about his herb garden and how to make chamomile tea from scratch. Becky and I really couldn't care less, but Terry listened with unintentional interest.
After what seemed like an eternity for everyone except Terry and Quatre, we pulled up to a huge, white mansion with pillars and balconies and huge gates surrounding it.
"Okay, thanks, Terri!" Becky said.
"No problem. And, by the way, who's the cute friend?" Terri asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Quatre Raberba Winner. He was one of the new students at school." Becky answered, slightly laughing as the three of us hopped out of the car.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? He's cute!" Terri poked at her little sister, silencing Becky for a minute before she burst out laughing again. "Just call me when you want to come home, k?" Becky nodded between chuckles and received a sigh from her older sister, who gave Quatre a quick wink before driving off.
As we approached the huge house, we realized how large it actually was, with an electric gate towering above us all that was easily 20 feet in height. He must be really rich!
We quickly ran up behind Quatre to the main gate, where he punched in a code, and the gate opened. "C'mon. . ." he added, running to open the second door and allow us all entrance.
We followed a hurried Quatre inside his mansion. Whoa, it was HUGE! It was beautiful, too, with shiny, decorated hardwood floors, and huge paintings and murals on the walls in every room. Also, there was the most elegant furniture I had ever seen!
We followed Quatre upstairs into his room, and were surprised to see a long, chestnut-colored braid hanging down from the back of Quatre's pink chair, and a ham and cheese Subway sandwich on the desk.
"Duo?!" We exclaimed in unison.
"Yo, Quatre! Nice digs!" Duo replied, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Gosh, you tell me that every time you come over!" Quatre laughed.
How Duo had gotten past that huge front gate was a mystery to all of us, but one that was best left uninvestigated, I suppose. I mean, for someone who knows high-level calculus, I guess it wasn't a big stretch.
I looked around the room. Pink carpet, pink walls, pink ceiling, pink bed and bedspread, pink desk and chair, pink dresser, and pink everything else you would find in a room.
"So, you guys know each other pretty well, huh?" Becky questioned, pointing a finger at Quatre and Duo.
"Ummm. . . .sure," Duo replied, looking nervously at a frozen Quatre behind him, who was trying his best to ignore the question at all costs.
"How?" I asked.
"Well, uh, er, heh, heh, can't say." Duo answered.
I picked up Quatre's pink binoculars, and looked out the window. As soon as I saw a huge covering over something in the backyard by the hedge maze, I turned to Quatre with a smirk crossing my face.
"Hey, Quatre! What's that?" I asked, pointing to the covered thing, obviously knowing what it was. And how couldn't it be?
"Ummm.that's, that's." Quatre stammered.
"Sandrock!" Becky announced, grabbing the pink binoculars from my hands to get a better look.
"How do you know about all this?" Quatre asked, with a confused look on his face.
"Because we're spies from OZ and we want to destroy all the Gundam pilots." I replied, words dripping with sarcasm. To my surprise, Becky and I found ourselves at the receiving end of Duo's silver revolver in a split second.
"Put the binoculars DOWN!" Duo narrowed his eyes and flicked his gun at Becky, who dropped them immediately. Quatre just turned away. He didn't want to see any of his friends get hurt, but it was the mission, and he couldn't stop Duo from following orders. It scared him, though, that he would have to be the one with the gun if Duo hadn't showed-up at his house that afternoon.
"I was kidding! I was kidding!" I said, raising my arms up instantaneously in defense at Duo, who was dead serious about shooting us right there. "You're from a TV series in this dimension that no one seems to remember about except for us!"
"Well, okay, then prove it." Duo said, steadying his gun, "I bet 'cha don't know anything about me!" He said, flipping his braid back over his shoulder with his left hand.
"Your Gundam is Deathscythe, or Deathscythe Hell, when it was rebuilt. You were a war orphan on the streets and were taken in by the Maxwell church after a plague went around and you lost your best friend, Solo. Enough? Or should I say more?" Becky asked, giggling a little at her knowledge of his past, and at the gun that dropped from Duo's hands in shock.
"What?! B-but how????" Duo screeched, falling out of his chair and onto his butt on the floor.
"So, if they're not from OZ, they aren't a threat to us, right Duo?" Quatre asked, and Duo (still a bit dizzy from the fall) nodded. Quatre turned to us. "You guys, promise not to tell anyone about all this?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure!" Becky and I replied in unison.
"Pinky promise?" Quatre questioned, with a pleading face. He stuck his pinky up in the air.
"Oh my God. . . . this is embarrassing." Duo grumbled, still on the floor.
"Yeah, um, whatever Quatre . . . ." I said, sweat-dropping with Becky.
The door creaked open. "Master Quatre, your tea is ready!"
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Foxfire: *does a happy dance* ^0^
Cathy: *ignoring her* (crazy editors -_-;)
Becky: Relena -finally- drove Heero to insanity. Glad that's over.
Cathy: Where did Trowa go?! *pouts*