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Chapter 3: From Food To Evil Peroxide
"Foooooooddd!!!!!" Duo shouted as soon as the bell rang.
I was wiser this time as I stayed back and let Duo run before me – I'd get run over if I went in front of him. Gah – he makes me sick sometimes- no wait change that – all the time. I could actually hear him drooling behind me a few minutes before the bell rang. As soon as I get out in the hall way – a herd of students rush by me in one great wave as I try to weave in and out of the crowd in order to wait in the cafeteria.
By the time I get there I'm probably the last one in that damnable long line – even though I got there at the same time as Duo, Wufei, and Trowa – I still remained last. (A/N: This happens to me ALL the time even though I run out of class with the same eagerness as Duo. () Duo "gracefully" stomped on people's heads and sort of "swam" his way on top of the crowd so that he could get to the front of the line. Trowa sort of somersaulted and ended up somewhere in the front, too – not that I could see squat. As for Wufei, he did a series of Chinese flips and ended up somewhere in the front as well. And here I am – the best Gundam pilot and I have to stand in line – what IS the world coming to???!!
I finally managed to get my food – which was – I don't even know what this is. I finally found Quatre while I was getting my lunch – he was stuck between the wall and the endless hoard of students. Now as Quatre and me sit and eat lunch, that psycho is practically going to his vocal limits. By this time do I even need to mention who I could possibly call "psycho" – other than Seth that is.
A few seconds later it was what I feared – a bowl of salmon and milk pudding came past my face on its way to hitting Kiro in the face. (A/N: Guess who threw it? Yup, none other than Duo himself.) Kiro got up, picked up what looked like green jelly and threw it at James' face. James got up and tried to throw his broccoli ice cream at Seth – but missed and hit Ino instead. This was the very beginning of the twentieth food fight we've had this month. I groaned as I realized I can no longer eat my –mush- in silence.
Quatre immediately starts to act as "Mr. Pacifist of the Year." He gets up and starts saying "Now, now fighting is not right. We may not all be friends but I'm sure we can't really hate each other this much. Salmon and milk pudding might not be Spotted Dick, (A/N: This really is a dessert!! I'm not joking!! They eat it in England and they actually consider it a DELICACY!! I find the name hilarious!!!) but it is not as bad as to throw it around and hit each other in the visage..." Quatre was stopped right about here as he was hit in the face with salmon and milk pudding.
I continued eating and looked around at all the amusing chaos. Wufei was currently in a verbal spar with Relena (I'm starting to get the feeling that she's stalking me...) Unfortunately, Wufei is not what you'd call a "lady's man" since he begins to call Relena "weakling woman." He abruptly gets slapped by Relena who then slams a bowl of mashed potatoes on his face. Duo meanwhile is standing on the table with his hands up and shouting "freedom!!" (A/N: Anybody else seen Braveheart??) Trowa is - on the ceiling beam???!!! He must've somersaulted up there to avoid getting hit. Too bad I can't somersault that high...
Meanwhile, Quatre is trying to get that salmon-milk pudding off his starched and pressed white shirt – he's going to need a lot more than spot remover that's for sure. I look down at my mush – maybe I should throw it? No, I'm a Gundam Pilot, I will not stoop that low. Then again... Relena IS getting annoying...
Before I change my mind I pick up my bowl of spicy banana meatballs and hurl them with all my force (so that it reaches Relena, who is on the other side of the room.) Perfect aim, as usual. It hits her square in the face. And I enjoy every second of it. She screams in horror and marches out of the room – her pride crushed. Do I feel bad? Hell no. Now if only I can find Duo...
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"...the density is determined by the allotment of mass divided by volume. Of course..." The teacher keeps talking but nobody's listening. They're all too busy modifying their current models of the latest paper airplane. Even Wufei is making some kind of Chinese paper kite. I tried to make origami but all I ever learnt to make was the stupid crane.
"...the mass of the space colonies is very important since it takes a lot of molecular energy to keep them up in space and if that energy should be gone and the density misdetermined –" Then we're all gonna die because the colonies would crash into Earth and Earth would blow up causing a chain reaction of the destruction of colonies – yeah, yeah I was taught this when I was five. Nothing new. Maybe I should use this class as my second sleep stealer?
"Can some one tell what 'climate' is? And no that's not what you do to a mountain!!" The teacher tries to make a joke. Somewhere in the room another guy does an impression of a drum roll and a cymbal clang. (A/N: Think Jay Leno when he makes a joke.) I think I'll be put off on jokes for a while...
"Air plane fight!!" Seth announces as he starts an air plane riot. Luckily Duo isn't in this class – he would have wanted to be the one that started this fight. I start to list through the pages of our textbook. No surprises – this book is practically loving Oz since it gives Oz most of the credit for everything – makes me want to blow it to bits or make Duo eat it.
The teacher unsuccessfully tries to settle the class down while I continue to scan our next few assignments in the dull notebook that is owned by Oz...
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"What has this dragon to do with English?!" the teacher demands of Wufei as she holds up Wufei's doodle of a Chinese dragon.
"This dragon shows that this class is weak and that the strong don't need to take it since it is unneeded class" Wufei stated.
"Well, Mr. Chang I did not know you could get all this from a picture – for your punishment, as well as the homework, you are to write a five page essay explaining why you need to learn English." The teacher answered back.
"But the stro-" Wufei began but was cut off by the teacher.
"Mr. Chang this subject has been closed for discussion. Now class – Maxwell are you passing notes again in my class?!" the teacher asked a innocent looking Duo who made the most angelic face you have ever seen.
"Me?? Mr. Hasnolife, I would never ever do that in your class!! I was just – just working on my essays that is due this Friday!!" Uhuh yeah, right – that is probably the biggest lie I have ever heard.
"Well in that case, Mr. Maxwell. Would you please read your essay to us? Or what you have so far?" The teacher said with a suspicious look at Maxwell. Surprised by the request, Duo stood up and went to the front of the class.
"Well, AHEM. Here I go – Throughout the years, people have scrutinized the many mysteries of life. Scientists have been able to create their own theory, test it and reveal their results to the public eye. Thus I present to you my theory – If Chinese people eat Chinese food then they stay thin. But if AMERICAN people eat Chinese food, they will get fat. Likewise if Japanese people eat Japanese food they will be thin. But if Japanese people eat RUSSIAN food, they will get fat. So, in other words – "
"In other words, Mr. Maxwell, you have not been paying attention in my class again and have come up with this pathetic, nonsense of an essay." The teacher cut in.
"But Mrs. Hasnolife - "Duo tried to interject.
"Mr. Maxwell go outside –I'm giving you another "F" for this class. No buts! GO! Now then class...." The teacher continued. Duo sighed and went out the door. I don't know for how long, since I wasn't paying attention, but the teacher called on me of all people.
"Mr. Yuy would you please take this note of attendance and take it to the office? Thank you." I mutely got up from my seat, took the note and went outside.
The next thing I heard was "bonk, clang, bonk, clang." I walked a few steps further and saw Duo banging his head repeatedly on his locker.
"I hate to break it to you, Duo. But you can bang your head as much as you want – it's not going to 'bang' any sense into that empty head of yours."
"Shut up, Heero. You're not helping!!" Duo snarled back.
After I came back from my errand I once again passed Duo as he was attempting to take over the school – one locker at a time.
"Stupid hag!! She has no respect for food!" Duo was mumbling to the locker. Inwardly I groaned. I sighed as I thought of what to do. I settled with walking by Duo and slamming his head against the locker as I continued to walk as if nothing happened.
"OWWW!! Heeeero!! I know you did that!!!" I heard Duo yell behind me. Before he caught up with me, I decided to run to class – laughing inwardly all the way.
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Of all the classes – I hate "Speech and Economics" the worst. All you learn is about Oz. Oz, Oz, Oz, Oz – I HATE Oz! Quatre had to make an impromptu speech and naturally, he got a perfect grade. His speech was about – surprise, surprise – pacifism. I, on the other hand, do not like making speeches, especially impromptu ones. So when I was called, I naturally glared laser beams into the teacher before scowling and walking to the front of the class behind the podium. I had no idea what to say. Then I just started saying what I really feel like about Oz...
"There have been many totalitarian governments but so far there has been none as appalling as Oz. Oz is a specialized army which plans on taking over all the colonies and the Earth's governments and using them only for their benefits – not the people's. This is why they must use various kinds of propaganda and threats in order to frighten people into believing their utter bullshit and following their ways. They also hope to – "
"That's enough!!! Heero Yuy, here is a slip for detention and immediately proceed to the office!!" I scowl again and glare – I was on a roll, what's her problem?! I coldly head on my way to the office. I get the damnable detention slip and head back to my economics class – to sit through another hour of utter bullshit and boredom. And as I walk to the office I hear "bang, bang, bang, clang, bang, bang, bang, clang..."
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School is finally out and I decide to head home. I throw the detention slip into the trash. We're only going to be in this area for as long as we need to in order to finish our mission – then we leave. Quatre I staying after class to go to his violin lessons – not that he needs any. Wufei has already zoomed passed me on his motorcycle – probably to go home and practice more of his martial arts. Trowa is – God only knows where. As for Duo? He's probably still battling with his metal enemy, i.e. his locker.
I walk down the streets and enjoy the cool, crisp air, the green trees, the calmness of the air - dammit, that kid is playing near my house again!!! I glare at the neighbor's kid as he grabs his soccer ball and scatters off somewhere at the speed of light. Mission Accomplished. I put my hand on the door knob and as I attempt to turn it – it opens as Duo almost runs me over. After glaring after Duo, I turn back to only be whacked with Wufei's extremely hard bamboo pole.
In my dizziness I fall not-so-gracefully on my butt as Wufei jumps over me and runs after Duo like a madman screaming all the while, "MAXWELL, I'm going to KILL you!!!" The next thing I know, Quatre is at my side with an ENORMOUS first aid kit.
"Ok Heero, I'm going to need you to hold still while I bandage you up!" Quatre cheerfully says. The minute I see him start to take out peroxide – I grab my bag and run like hell up the stairs to my room and lock the door. Peroxide and I don't have very good memories together. I shudder as I remember Dr. J spilling half the bottle onto my open leg wound. That was when I was six – and I still don't go near that stuff.
"Heero! Those wounds won't heal by themselves!" I hear Quatre calling from below. I look at my arms and legs – mere scratches, I think I'll live. I throw my forty-pound backpack on my bed. I can hear Quatre trying to plead with me to come out. I go to the furthest corner of my room (feeling safer from the evil peroxide) and commence to do my homework...
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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...wait...*checking* nope I still don't. Note to self: Buy Gundam Wing stocks!!!
Chapter 3: From Food To Evil Peroxide
"Foooooooddd!!!!!" Duo shouted as soon as the bell rang.
I was wiser this time as I stayed back and let Duo run before me – I'd get run over if I went in front of him. Gah – he makes me sick sometimes- no wait change that – all the time. I could actually hear him drooling behind me a few minutes before the bell rang. As soon as I get out in the hall way – a herd of students rush by me in one great wave as I try to weave in and out of the crowd in order to wait in the cafeteria.
By the time I get there I'm probably the last one in that damnable long line – even though I got there at the same time as Duo, Wufei, and Trowa – I still remained last. (A/N: This happens to me ALL the time even though I run out of class with the same eagerness as Duo. () Duo "gracefully" stomped on people's heads and sort of "swam" his way on top of the crowd so that he could get to the front of the line. Trowa sort of somersaulted and ended up somewhere in the front, too – not that I could see squat. As for Wufei, he did a series of Chinese flips and ended up somewhere in the front as well. And here I am – the best Gundam pilot and I have to stand in line – what IS the world coming to???!!
I finally managed to get my food – which was – I don't even know what this is. I finally found Quatre while I was getting my lunch – he was stuck between the wall and the endless hoard of students. Now as Quatre and me sit and eat lunch, that psycho is practically going to his vocal limits. By this time do I even need to mention who I could possibly call "psycho" – other than Seth that is.
A few seconds later it was what I feared – a bowl of salmon and milk pudding came past my face on its way to hitting Kiro in the face. (A/N: Guess who threw it? Yup, none other than Duo himself.) Kiro got up, picked up what looked like green jelly and threw it at James' face. James got up and tried to throw his broccoli ice cream at Seth – but missed and hit Ino instead. This was the very beginning of the twentieth food fight we've had this month. I groaned as I realized I can no longer eat my –mush- in silence.
Quatre immediately starts to act as "Mr. Pacifist of the Year." He gets up and starts saying "Now, now fighting is not right. We may not all be friends but I'm sure we can't really hate each other this much. Salmon and milk pudding might not be Spotted Dick, (A/N: This really is a dessert!! I'm not joking!! They eat it in England and they actually consider it a DELICACY!! I find the name hilarious!!!) but it is not as bad as to throw it around and hit each other in the visage..." Quatre was stopped right about here as he was hit in the face with salmon and milk pudding.
I continued eating and looked around at all the amusing chaos. Wufei was currently in a verbal spar with Relena (I'm starting to get the feeling that she's stalking me...) Unfortunately, Wufei is not what you'd call a "lady's man" since he begins to call Relena "weakling woman." He abruptly gets slapped by Relena who then slams a bowl of mashed potatoes on his face. Duo meanwhile is standing on the table with his hands up and shouting "freedom!!" (A/N: Anybody else seen Braveheart??) Trowa is - on the ceiling beam???!!! He must've somersaulted up there to avoid getting hit. Too bad I can't somersault that high...
Meanwhile, Quatre is trying to get that salmon-milk pudding off his starched and pressed white shirt – he's going to need a lot more than spot remover that's for sure. I look down at my mush – maybe I should throw it? No, I'm a Gundam Pilot, I will not stoop that low. Then again... Relena IS getting annoying...
Before I change my mind I pick up my bowl of spicy banana meatballs and hurl them with all my force (so that it reaches Relena, who is on the other side of the room.) Perfect aim, as usual. It hits her square in the face. And I enjoy every second of it. She screams in horror and marches out of the room – her pride crushed. Do I feel bad? Hell no. Now if only I can find Duo...
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"...the density is determined by the allotment of mass divided by volume. Of course..." The teacher keeps talking but nobody's listening. They're all too busy modifying their current models of the latest paper airplane. Even Wufei is making some kind of Chinese paper kite. I tried to make origami but all I ever learnt to make was the stupid crane.
"...the mass of the space colonies is very important since it takes a lot of molecular energy to keep them up in space and if that energy should be gone and the density misdetermined –" Then we're all gonna die because the colonies would crash into Earth and Earth would blow up causing a chain reaction of the destruction of colonies – yeah, yeah I was taught this when I was five. Nothing new. Maybe I should use this class as my second sleep stealer?
"Can some one tell what 'climate' is? And no that's not what you do to a mountain!!" The teacher tries to make a joke. Somewhere in the room another guy does an impression of a drum roll and a cymbal clang. (A/N: Think Jay Leno when he makes a joke.) I think I'll be put off on jokes for a while...
"Air plane fight!!" Seth announces as he starts an air plane riot. Luckily Duo isn't in this class – he would have wanted to be the one that started this fight. I start to list through the pages of our textbook. No surprises – this book is practically loving Oz since it gives Oz most of the credit for everything – makes me want to blow it to bits or make Duo eat it.
The teacher unsuccessfully tries to settle the class down while I continue to scan our next few assignments in the dull notebook that is owned by Oz...
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"What has this dragon to do with English?!" the teacher demands of Wufei as she holds up Wufei's doodle of a Chinese dragon.
"This dragon shows that this class is weak and that the strong don't need to take it since it is unneeded class" Wufei stated.
"Well, Mr. Chang I did not know you could get all this from a picture – for your punishment, as well as the homework, you are to write a five page essay explaining why you need to learn English." The teacher answered back.
"But the stro-" Wufei began but was cut off by the teacher.
"Mr. Chang this subject has been closed for discussion. Now class – Maxwell are you passing notes again in my class?!" the teacher asked a innocent looking Duo who made the most angelic face you have ever seen.
"Me?? Mr. Hasnolife, I would never ever do that in your class!! I was just – just working on my essays that is due this Friday!!" Uhuh yeah, right – that is probably the biggest lie I have ever heard.
"Well in that case, Mr. Maxwell. Would you please read your essay to us? Or what you have so far?" The teacher said with a suspicious look at Maxwell. Surprised by the request, Duo stood up and went to the front of the class.
"Well, AHEM. Here I go – Throughout the years, people have scrutinized the many mysteries of life. Scientists have been able to create their own theory, test it and reveal their results to the public eye. Thus I present to you my theory – If Chinese people eat Chinese food then they stay thin. But if AMERICAN people eat Chinese food, they will get fat. Likewise if Japanese people eat Japanese food they will be thin. But if Japanese people eat RUSSIAN food, they will get fat. So, in other words – "
"In other words, Mr. Maxwell, you have not been paying attention in my class again and have come up with this pathetic, nonsense of an essay." The teacher cut in.
"But Mrs. Hasnolife - "Duo tried to interject.
"Mr. Maxwell go outside –I'm giving you another "F" for this class. No buts! GO! Now then class...." The teacher continued. Duo sighed and went out the door. I don't know for how long, since I wasn't paying attention, but the teacher called on me of all people.
"Mr. Yuy would you please take this note of attendance and take it to the office? Thank you." I mutely got up from my seat, took the note and went outside.
The next thing I heard was "bonk, clang, bonk, clang." I walked a few steps further and saw Duo banging his head repeatedly on his locker.
"I hate to break it to you, Duo. But you can bang your head as much as you want – it's not going to 'bang' any sense into that empty head of yours."
"Shut up, Heero. You're not helping!!" Duo snarled back.
After I came back from my errand I once again passed Duo as he was attempting to take over the school – one locker at a time.
"Stupid hag!! She has no respect for food!" Duo was mumbling to the locker. Inwardly I groaned. I sighed as I thought of what to do. I settled with walking by Duo and slamming his head against the locker as I continued to walk as if nothing happened.
"OWWW!! Heeeero!! I know you did that!!!" I heard Duo yell behind me. Before he caught up with me, I decided to run to class – laughing inwardly all the way.
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Of all the classes – I hate "Speech and Economics" the worst. All you learn is about Oz. Oz, Oz, Oz, Oz – I HATE Oz! Quatre had to make an impromptu speech and naturally, he got a perfect grade. His speech was about – surprise, surprise – pacifism. I, on the other hand, do not like making speeches, especially impromptu ones. So when I was called, I naturally glared laser beams into the teacher before scowling and walking to the front of the class behind the podium. I had no idea what to say. Then I just started saying what I really feel like about Oz...
"There have been many totalitarian governments but so far there has been none as appalling as Oz. Oz is a specialized army which plans on taking over all the colonies and the Earth's governments and using them only for their benefits – not the people's. This is why they must use various kinds of propaganda and threats in order to frighten people into believing their utter bullshit and following their ways. They also hope to – "
"That's enough!!! Heero Yuy, here is a slip for detention and immediately proceed to the office!!" I scowl again and glare – I was on a roll, what's her problem?! I coldly head on my way to the office. I get the damnable detention slip and head back to my economics class – to sit through another hour of utter bullshit and boredom. And as I walk to the office I hear "bang, bang, bang, clang, bang, bang, bang, clang..."
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School is finally out and I decide to head home. I throw the detention slip into the trash. We're only going to be in this area for as long as we need to in order to finish our mission – then we leave. Quatre I staying after class to go to his violin lessons – not that he needs any. Wufei has already zoomed passed me on his motorcycle – probably to go home and practice more of his martial arts. Trowa is – God only knows where. As for Duo? He's probably still battling with his metal enemy, i.e. his locker.
I walk down the streets and enjoy the cool, crisp air, the green trees, the calmness of the air - dammit, that kid is playing near my house again!!! I glare at the neighbor's kid as he grabs his soccer ball and scatters off somewhere at the speed of light. Mission Accomplished. I put my hand on the door knob and as I attempt to turn it – it opens as Duo almost runs me over. After glaring after Duo, I turn back to only be whacked with Wufei's extremely hard bamboo pole.
In my dizziness I fall not-so-gracefully on my butt as Wufei jumps over me and runs after Duo like a madman screaming all the while, "MAXWELL, I'm going to KILL you!!!" The next thing I know, Quatre is at my side with an ENORMOUS first aid kit.
"Ok Heero, I'm going to need you to hold still while I bandage you up!" Quatre cheerfully says. The minute I see him start to take out peroxide – I grab my bag and run like hell up the stairs to my room and lock the door. Peroxide and I don't have very good memories together. I shudder as I remember Dr. J spilling half the bottle onto my open leg wound. That was when I was six – and I still don't go near that stuff.
"Heero! Those wounds won't heal by themselves!" I hear Quatre calling from below. I look at my arms and legs – mere scratches, I think I'll live. I throw my forty-pound backpack on my bed. I can hear Quatre trying to plead with me to come out. I go to the furthest corner of my room (feeling safer from the evil peroxide) and commence to do my homework...
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