Woohoo! Another chapter, some more Wufei torture! *evil grin*
I had -way- too much fun with this...especially how Wufei
discovers Heero. *cackle* Let's just say it's an inspiration for
another picture to draw!
(Wufei is currently unable to defend himself at the moment,
having read ahead to the aforementioned 'discovery')
*ahem* Anyways! Reviews! ^_^
Shella: Yes, you should feel special! All of this is purely
reviewer appreciation, just think, a -whole- story dedicated to
you. *nod* My lovely reviewers deserve the best. ^_^
Anywho...yes, I'm trying to keep Wufei and Heero as much in
character as possible, considering the (*ahem*) circumstances.
Heero might seem a -touch- OOC towards the end of this chapter,
but it's reasonable, nothing too drastic. And yes, a mission
such as this is definitely more about dignity and pride instead
of justice and injustice. And if you found the first chapter
amusing...wait until Wufei's confrontation with Heero. *evil
grin*
Vuli: Aw, now I wouldn't say anything about my writing style
being *perfect*...reasonably adequate, yes, but -perfect-...I
dunno. ^^;;; Glad you're enjoying this!
Kiarene: Yeah, this is going to be my first all out 1x5 pairing,
and it's a pretty rare pairing at that. I think I've only read
maybe one or two fics with 1x5, most the time I see 1x2x5, but
not just plain 1x5. ^_^ So this is a nice challenge to keep me
occupied. I'm trying my hardest to keep Heero and Wufei in
character for this, though of course given the certain 'female'
factors (*snicker*), there are going to have to be some subtle
character tweaks. But I'm glad you're liking this so far! ^_^
Duet Maxwell: Yes, very funny indeed. And you haven't seen
nothing yet! *wicked cackle* Do have fun reading and don't hurt
yourself too badly laughing. *wink*
On with the show! ^_^
***
"Your credentials are extraordinary, Mister Yuy," the elderly
nun smiled kindly. "I would be greatly honored to have you on
our grounds staff, just bear in mind of the regulations I spoke
of earlier, but other than that I welcome you into our faculty.
Father Brown will waiting for you down at the stables."
"Thank you," Heero nodded his head curtly, turning on his heel
and exiting the office.
Working as a stable hand and teacher assistant would give him
the necessary anonymity and low profile needed for the mission.
For one, he didn't have to suffer what Wufei would be going
through, but mostly, he could stay out of the way and it would
be much easier to just vanish than the annoying process of
clearing his name from student records and utter existence when
the mission was completed.
Besides, it was mandatory for the students to have riding
lessons, so it would be a front row seat to observe and laugh
unseen at his fellow pilot's misery...to be able to discuss
mission objectives with Wufei without calling attention to
themselves.
Yes, that's it, to discuss mission objectives.
Heero shook his head as he walked out onto the grounds and
headed towards the stables where he could see the man called
Father Brown waiting for him.
***
Wufei stood uncomfortably in front of the elderly nun who had
dismissed Heero moments before he entered. He could swear that
she was seeing right through his female guise and made a point
to not look straight into the woman's eyes as he tugged at the
annoyingly short pleated skirt for the millionth time.
"Welcome to St. Rosemary's Academy, Miss..." her gaze flicked
down to the student folder on her desk as she smiled the same
kind smile she had given Heero. "Miss Meilan Long. I am very
pleased to have you as an addition to our humble school..."
His thoughts began to drift as the nun went on with a greeting
speech much like any other that he had heard countless times
before, continuing his homicidal cycle against Master O as he
fought the urge to pull his loose hair back into a tight
ponytail.
"...the student guide packet should inform you of our rules and
how we expect our girls to conduct themselves..."
Wufei mechanically reached a hand forward to accept the packet
of papers the Sister held out to him.
"...and if you have any questions or problems, one of the
students will gladly assist you and you are free to come into my
office at any time. -Do- you have any questions, Miss Long? You
have been awfully quiet."
"No, Headmistress, I have no questions," he answered
automatically, though the high pitch of his voice caused by the
distorter caught him slightly off guard for a split second.
"Very well," another kind smile, "Then head on down to
breakfast, there you should find someone to show you around to
your lessons."
Wufei began to bow out of habit, only to remember part way
through that girls here were more likely to curtsey and not bow
in respect to their elders like as girls in China did.
Oh well, at least he was following the customs of -somewhere-,
and his transcripts -did- say he transferred from Beijing.
As soon as he left, Wufei irritably tugged at the impossible
skirt -again- and held it down since there was no one around to
see. 'Stay DOWN...' he threatened mentally, his scowl fixating
itself on his features. Today was going to be the worst day he
will ever have, he decided grimly, and he doubted if anything
could make it any worse.
If he only knew...
By lunchtime, his fellow female students should have been
thanking their lucky stars that Chang Wufei did not have a
weapon of any sort within reach.
'All they do is prattle on about their appearance, boys, and
money...' he grit his teeth. 'They're even more of a nightmare
than being confined in a room with Maxwell! -He- at least shows
signs of intelligence!'
Out of those three subjects, the current topic under discussion
was subject two: boys.
Apparently, there was a new stable hand that had arrived that
same morning and he was supposedly 'handsome and very intense'.
The girl who had been showing Wufei to their classes, he vaguely
remembered her name being some sort of flower, turned to him
suddenly. "We should be getting a good look at him after lunch,
Meilan," she said ecstatically. "That's when we have riding
lessons."
"Great..." He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "I can't wait."
"Don't sound so enthusiastic," she frowned.
"What's the point when you're enthusiastic enough for the both
of us?" Wufei muttered darkly.
"You're never going to make any friends with an attitude like
that."
"Who says I want friends?" he asked smoothly. 'All I really want
right now is to tear these clothes right off and scream like
mad...' He had long given up on trying to keep the skirt down
and had resigned himself to wallowing in the migraine that was
beginning to form.
The conversation was getting far too serious for her taste, so
she continued on about the guy they were all gossiping about.
"Well anyway, Victoria told me that he doesn't talk to anyone,
he barely even speaks with the riding coach unless it's
absolutely necessary."
People were starting to file out for classes again and Wufei
took that opportunity to leave the chattering girl at the table
to get some peace and quiet as he walked by himself out to the
stables. Most of his classmates were already out there waiting,
obviously wanting to see if the rumor about the stable hand was
true, so he veered off into the stalls to avoid the mass of
twittering idiots...only to run headlong into Heero and land in
a heap on the dirt path.
Stupid Mary Janes.
"-Wufei-?" Heero stared incredulously at his nearly
unrecognizable Chinese partner as his onyx gaze shot up at the
sound of his name, his eyes wide as saucers in horror.
Sprawled out on the ground with knees drawn together rather
awkwardly as one hand pressed the front of his pleated skirt in
between his thighs and the other hand raked back through his
loose black hair, Wufei went beet red at his undignified
position but still managed to muster up a glare to shoot at
Heero. [1]
"What in the hell are you doing here Yuy?" he hissed venomously,
though to his painfully evident embarrassment, his hiss sounded
more like exasperated wail through the voice distorter.
"I...uh...mission," Heero cleared his throat roughly, adverting
his stare. "J sent me here, O had requested backup. Wasn't it in
your information?"
"No it wasn't," Wufei growled. "Now are you going to help me up
or are you going to let me sit here in the dirt looking like a
stupid gawking girl?"
"Maybe I should just leave you there," he said, shrugging. "Your
classmates have already seen you anyways."
"What?!"
Heero gave a small smirk as he held a hand out to Wufei, pulling
him to his feet as the group of giggling girls dressed in their
riding gear slipped past them, shooting them suggestive glances
as they went. The Asian looked as if he wanted to disappear
right then and there, the crimson blush creeping back into his
face.
"Great, just great...Thanks for the warning," Wufei added
derisively, dusting off his clothes with aggravated swipes.
"Any time."
"And I wonder why Maxwell calls you a bastard," he grumbled,
blowing strands of hair out his eyes as he folded his arms self-
consciously over his chest. 'Master O is going to die a -slow-,
-painful- death...'
"Miss Long!" Wufei jumped as Father Brown walked up with a
displeased frown. "Why haven't you changed into your riding gear
yet?"
"Er...I don't have any..." he answered truthfully, praying to
the gods that he wasn't still blushing furiously.
Father Brown's frown immediately switched to a smile. "Ah well,
we have spares for that. Who was it that was showing you around
today? Rose? Have her take you to the locker room and she'll get
you fitted out."
Wufei nodded mutely, letting out the breath he had been holding
as he headed off in search for the annoying girl. He thought he
had overheard him swearing or was going to tell him off for
talking to Heero...The first day wasn't even over and he was
already causing trouble.
That was definitely a bad omen of things to come for sure.
The second he stepped out of the stables, Wufei was jumped not
only by Rose (he -knew- her name was some sort of flower), but
by seemingly the whole female population that attended the
academy.
He could do nothing but stand rooted to the spot as the hormone-
crazed questioning crashed down on him in full force.
'Oh dear gods, save me from the madness...'
***
Heero watched in amusement as Wufei came hurtling into the barn
at top speed at the end of the lesson, not stopping until he
well hidden behind the Japanese teen, peering anxiously over his
shoulder through the curtain of wild black hair.
"They're not coming after me, are they? Please tell me they've
all gone off to the locker room," he whispered frantically.
"Yes Wufei, they have all gone off to the locker room," Heero
said shortly, prying his iron grip from his shoulders and
turning around to face him. "What the hell happened?"
"As soon as I walked out they -attacked- me," Wufei groaned
pitifully. "Apparently, they think we're going to get 'together'
or some ridiculous notion like that, kept asking me if I found
out anything about you, and repeatedly let me know that they
would make sure that no one would uncover our 'romance'...it was
a nightmare."
Heero barely suppressed his snicker with a snort at the account
of his suffering. "It -would- be a lot easier for the mission if
we let them continue believing that. They wouldn't question you
if someone happened to see you leaving the dormitory at night."
"Oh yes, -anything- for the mission. What about my -dignity-?"
Wufei snapped waspishly. "Isn't THIS-" he indicated the sudden
growth of chest under his riding jacket, the voice distorter,
and let down hair. "-bad enough of a blow to my pride?!"
That did it. The Perfect Soldier Heero Yuy snickered. Although
brief and quiet, it was without a doubt a snicker.
Wufei looked murderous. "I'm glad you find this so entertaining.
Now, if you excuse me, I have to get changed and get to class
before those blithering idiots concoct some wild fantasy about
what I've been doing in here with you." He stalked off,
muttering darkly under his breath as he went.
***
[1] You would have to be -insane- to not want to see that. And
it's also a lovely inspiration for another picture to draw...Ah,
if only I had a scanner to show you all...^_^
I must be off to immerse myself in the angsty-ness of Duo's mind
for the next chapter of 'Imaginary', I have most of it
completed, I just got so angsty while writing it I had to take a
break and this chapter was the product of my break. ^^;; So if
any were wondering about the oddness, that explains it.
*sweatdrop*
I had -way- too much fun with this...especially how Wufei
discovers Heero. *cackle* Let's just say it's an inspiration for
another picture to draw!
(Wufei is currently unable to defend himself at the moment,
having read ahead to the aforementioned 'discovery')
*ahem* Anyways! Reviews! ^_^
Shella: Yes, you should feel special! All of this is purely
reviewer appreciation, just think, a -whole- story dedicated to
you. *nod* My lovely reviewers deserve the best. ^_^
Anywho...yes, I'm trying to keep Wufei and Heero as much in
character as possible, considering the (*ahem*) circumstances.
Heero might seem a -touch- OOC towards the end of this chapter,
but it's reasonable, nothing too drastic. And yes, a mission
such as this is definitely more about dignity and pride instead
of justice and injustice. And if you found the first chapter
amusing...wait until Wufei's confrontation with Heero. *evil
grin*
Vuli: Aw, now I wouldn't say anything about my writing style
being *perfect*...reasonably adequate, yes, but -perfect-...I
dunno. ^^;;; Glad you're enjoying this!
Kiarene: Yeah, this is going to be my first all out 1x5 pairing,
and it's a pretty rare pairing at that. I think I've only read
maybe one or two fics with 1x5, most the time I see 1x2x5, but
not just plain 1x5. ^_^ So this is a nice challenge to keep me
occupied. I'm trying my hardest to keep Heero and Wufei in
character for this, though of course given the certain 'female'
factors (*snicker*), there are going to have to be some subtle
character tweaks. But I'm glad you're liking this so far! ^_^
Duet Maxwell: Yes, very funny indeed. And you haven't seen
nothing yet! *wicked cackle* Do have fun reading and don't hurt
yourself too badly laughing. *wink*
On with the show! ^_^
***
"Your credentials are extraordinary, Mister Yuy," the elderly
nun smiled kindly. "I would be greatly honored to have you on
our grounds staff, just bear in mind of the regulations I spoke
of earlier, but other than that I welcome you into our faculty.
Father Brown will waiting for you down at the stables."
"Thank you," Heero nodded his head curtly, turning on his heel
and exiting the office.
Working as a stable hand and teacher assistant would give him
the necessary anonymity and low profile needed for the mission.
For one, he didn't have to suffer what Wufei would be going
through, but mostly, he could stay out of the way and it would
be much easier to just vanish than the annoying process of
clearing his name from student records and utter existence when
the mission was completed.
Besides, it was mandatory for the students to have riding
lessons, so it would be a front row seat to observe and laugh
unseen at his fellow pilot's misery...to be able to discuss
mission objectives with Wufei without calling attention to
themselves.
Yes, that's it, to discuss mission objectives.
Heero shook his head as he walked out onto the grounds and
headed towards the stables where he could see the man called
Father Brown waiting for him.
***
Wufei stood uncomfortably in front of the elderly nun who had
dismissed Heero moments before he entered. He could swear that
she was seeing right through his female guise and made a point
to not look straight into the woman's eyes as he tugged at the
annoyingly short pleated skirt for the millionth time.
"Welcome to St. Rosemary's Academy, Miss..." her gaze flicked
down to the student folder on her desk as she smiled the same
kind smile she had given Heero. "Miss Meilan Long. I am very
pleased to have you as an addition to our humble school..."
His thoughts began to drift as the nun went on with a greeting
speech much like any other that he had heard countless times
before, continuing his homicidal cycle against Master O as he
fought the urge to pull his loose hair back into a tight
ponytail.
"...the student guide packet should inform you of our rules and
how we expect our girls to conduct themselves..."
Wufei mechanically reached a hand forward to accept the packet
of papers the Sister held out to him.
"...and if you have any questions or problems, one of the
students will gladly assist you and you are free to come into my
office at any time. -Do- you have any questions, Miss Long? You
have been awfully quiet."
"No, Headmistress, I have no questions," he answered
automatically, though the high pitch of his voice caused by the
distorter caught him slightly off guard for a split second.
"Very well," another kind smile, "Then head on down to
breakfast, there you should find someone to show you around to
your lessons."
Wufei began to bow out of habit, only to remember part way
through that girls here were more likely to curtsey and not bow
in respect to their elders like as girls in China did.
Oh well, at least he was following the customs of -somewhere-,
and his transcripts -did- say he transferred from Beijing.
As soon as he left, Wufei irritably tugged at the impossible
skirt -again- and held it down since there was no one around to
see. 'Stay DOWN...' he threatened mentally, his scowl fixating
itself on his features. Today was going to be the worst day he
will ever have, he decided grimly, and he doubted if anything
could make it any worse.
If he only knew...
By lunchtime, his fellow female students should have been
thanking their lucky stars that Chang Wufei did not have a
weapon of any sort within reach.
'All they do is prattle on about their appearance, boys, and
money...' he grit his teeth. 'They're even more of a nightmare
than being confined in a room with Maxwell! -He- at least shows
signs of intelligence!'
Out of those three subjects, the current topic under discussion
was subject two: boys.
Apparently, there was a new stable hand that had arrived that
same morning and he was supposedly 'handsome and very intense'.
The girl who had been showing Wufei to their classes, he vaguely
remembered her name being some sort of flower, turned to him
suddenly. "We should be getting a good look at him after lunch,
Meilan," she said ecstatically. "That's when we have riding
lessons."
"Great..." He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "I can't wait."
"Don't sound so enthusiastic," she frowned.
"What's the point when you're enthusiastic enough for the both
of us?" Wufei muttered darkly.
"You're never going to make any friends with an attitude like
that."
"Who says I want friends?" he asked smoothly. 'All I really want
right now is to tear these clothes right off and scream like
mad...' He had long given up on trying to keep the skirt down
and had resigned himself to wallowing in the migraine that was
beginning to form.
The conversation was getting far too serious for her taste, so
she continued on about the guy they were all gossiping about.
"Well anyway, Victoria told me that he doesn't talk to anyone,
he barely even speaks with the riding coach unless it's
absolutely necessary."
People were starting to file out for classes again and Wufei
took that opportunity to leave the chattering girl at the table
to get some peace and quiet as he walked by himself out to the
stables. Most of his classmates were already out there waiting,
obviously wanting to see if the rumor about the stable hand was
true, so he veered off into the stalls to avoid the mass of
twittering idiots...only to run headlong into Heero and land in
a heap on the dirt path.
Stupid Mary Janes.
"-Wufei-?" Heero stared incredulously at his nearly
unrecognizable Chinese partner as his onyx gaze shot up at the
sound of his name, his eyes wide as saucers in horror.
Sprawled out on the ground with knees drawn together rather
awkwardly as one hand pressed the front of his pleated skirt in
between his thighs and the other hand raked back through his
loose black hair, Wufei went beet red at his undignified
position but still managed to muster up a glare to shoot at
Heero. [1]
"What in the hell are you doing here Yuy?" he hissed venomously,
though to his painfully evident embarrassment, his hiss sounded
more like exasperated wail through the voice distorter.
"I...uh...mission," Heero cleared his throat roughly, adverting
his stare. "J sent me here, O had requested backup. Wasn't it in
your information?"
"No it wasn't," Wufei growled. "Now are you going to help me up
or are you going to let me sit here in the dirt looking like a
stupid gawking girl?"
"Maybe I should just leave you there," he said, shrugging. "Your
classmates have already seen you anyways."
"What?!"
Heero gave a small smirk as he held a hand out to Wufei, pulling
him to his feet as the group of giggling girls dressed in their
riding gear slipped past them, shooting them suggestive glances
as they went. The Asian looked as if he wanted to disappear
right then and there, the crimson blush creeping back into his
face.
"Great, just great...Thanks for the warning," Wufei added
derisively, dusting off his clothes with aggravated swipes.
"Any time."
"And I wonder why Maxwell calls you a bastard," he grumbled,
blowing strands of hair out his eyes as he folded his arms self-
consciously over his chest. 'Master O is going to die a -slow-,
-painful- death...'
"Miss Long!" Wufei jumped as Father Brown walked up with a
displeased frown. "Why haven't you changed into your riding gear
yet?"
"Er...I don't have any..." he answered truthfully, praying to
the gods that he wasn't still blushing furiously.
Father Brown's frown immediately switched to a smile. "Ah well,
we have spares for that. Who was it that was showing you around
today? Rose? Have her take you to the locker room and she'll get
you fitted out."
Wufei nodded mutely, letting out the breath he had been holding
as he headed off in search for the annoying girl. He thought he
had overheard him swearing or was going to tell him off for
talking to Heero...The first day wasn't even over and he was
already causing trouble.
That was definitely a bad omen of things to come for sure.
The second he stepped out of the stables, Wufei was jumped not
only by Rose (he -knew- her name was some sort of flower), but
by seemingly the whole female population that attended the
academy.
He could do nothing but stand rooted to the spot as the hormone-
crazed questioning crashed down on him in full force.
'Oh dear gods, save me from the madness...'
***
Heero watched in amusement as Wufei came hurtling into the barn
at top speed at the end of the lesson, not stopping until he
well hidden behind the Japanese teen, peering anxiously over his
shoulder through the curtain of wild black hair.
"They're not coming after me, are they? Please tell me they've
all gone off to the locker room," he whispered frantically.
"Yes Wufei, they have all gone off to the locker room," Heero
said shortly, prying his iron grip from his shoulders and
turning around to face him. "What the hell happened?"
"As soon as I walked out they -attacked- me," Wufei groaned
pitifully. "Apparently, they think we're going to get 'together'
or some ridiculous notion like that, kept asking me if I found
out anything about you, and repeatedly let me know that they
would make sure that no one would uncover our 'romance'...it was
a nightmare."
Heero barely suppressed his snicker with a snort at the account
of his suffering. "It -would- be a lot easier for the mission if
we let them continue believing that. They wouldn't question you
if someone happened to see you leaving the dormitory at night."
"Oh yes, -anything- for the mission. What about my -dignity-?"
Wufei snapped waspishly. "Isn't THIS-" he indicated the sudden
growth of chest under his riding jacket, the voice distorter,
and let down hair. "-bad enough of a blow to my pride?!"
That did it. The Perfect Soldier Heero Yuy snickered. Although
brief and quiet, it was without a doubt a snicker.
Wufei looked murderous. "I'm glad you find this so entertaining.
Now, if you excuse me, I have to get changed and get to class
before those blithering idiots concoct some wild fantasy about
what I've been doing in here with you." He stalked off,
muttering darkly under his breath as he went.
***
[1] You would have to be -insane- to not want to see that. And
it's also a lovely inspiration for another picture to draw...Ah,
if only I had a scanner to show you all...^_^
I must be off to immerse myself in the angsty-ness of Duo's mind
for the next chapter of 'Imaginary', I have most of it
completed, I just got so angsty while writing it I had to take a
break and this chapter was the product of my break. ^^;; So if
any were wondering about the oddness, that explains it.
*sweatdrop*