Note: Characters of Gundam Wing do not belong to me. Erm..whatever else I'm supposed to say but you already know. 3+4, may be more coming up, setting up to be a 2+5, but not certain.

Quatre entered KAP, eyes widening at the number of people in this place. 'Why would anyone think this is a good place for studying is beyond me. Oh well, as long as I'm here...' He spied an empty table and made his way over. He dropped his bag onto the table and sat down. He noticed a number of people looking up at him, yet thought nothing of it. He continued to pull out his book only to drop his head onto the cover of the book. 'Argh...God, please just kill me and get it over with.'

He paused for five seconds, did not think he was feeling signs of impending death. 'Okaay...then I'll just settle for some one to help me get through Time Analysis" He paused for another five seconds, look up. Seeing no one that look likely send to help with his work, pouted and blow his hair out of his eyes. He then flipped open his book to the page he wanted, all the while absently pulling his headphones out of his bag and putting it on.

"Hey, look at that boy. Do you think he knows the table is taken?"

"Not sure, maybe he's one of them?"

"Well, if so, we would have seen him with them before."

"I don't know. *giggle* Did you see what he did? That is so...like that guy with the long braid. Oh, Duo...ya, his actions are so Duo."

"He's not in his uniform though..."

"We will know soon enough when they show up."

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*Ding* Three boys walked through the front door of KAP, each with a distinctive look of their own. They are Trowa, Duo and a boy whose face was currently hidden behind a book. The boy then proceeds unerringly to the steps that lead to the second level of KAP. Duo watched him for a minute. "Trowa, I swear, one day, Wufei is going walk into a wall and I'm going to be there with a camera."

The boy paused by the steps, looked up to smirk at Duo as in answer to him. He pushed his glasses once, went back to reading his book and proceeded up the stairs. Duo looked set to say something when someone banged into them, pushing them away from the doorway.

"Very funny, Trowa. Not going to the meeting, leaving me as a convenient target for John." Heero, with tousled brown hair and cobalt blue eyes grumbled when he saw Trowa and Duo were the ones he banged into. He walked out of KAP again, looked around and seemed to deem he was safe before walking in around more unhurriedly.

"I swear, he was going to come kill me when he caught me sneaking out of the back door of the club house." By then, he had walked fight up to where Trowa and Duo was standing. When he realized that he could not properly glare at Trowa, he took a step back.

"What were you thinking of, not planning to show and not telling me!" "John looks fit to flay me when he realize you are not turning up!"

All this while, Trowa had stood there stoically while Duo was on the verge of hysteria.

"Thanks, dude" he patted Trowa on the back, " I finally know how to get a reaction out of this guy. HAhaha......did you see the way he looked around for John? I almost thought that he was afraid. Hahaha..."

Heero just rolled his eyes and walked past them up the stairs, taking the same rout as Wufei had before only to pause at the top of the stairs. Trowa was behind him, moving to the side of Heero to look at him in confusion. However since Duo was still sniggering into his hand on his way up, he didn't notice that Heero was there. "Yo, what did you stop for?" He looked in the direction Heero was looking in. He was staring at their usual table.

Unlike before, when they would see Wufei reading or unpacking his bag in search of something, they saw the Chinese boy seated at the table. He was switching his focus from his book to the boy before him as if uncertain which would hold his interest more. Finally, he closed his book and concentrated on the boy before him. A blond slim boy, who seem unaware of the attention focused on him, was alternately dropping his head onto his books, shaking it side to side and shifting his books around, staring at some papers before putting his books back on top them.

-To be continued-