A/n: Yay! Chapter two! Finally, finally. I have been
getting off track. I even posted a new fic, and I'm in the
middle of writing another one. Really, I have yet ANOTHER
inspiration to write another fic, where Heero and Duo are in the
old times, back in the age of corsets, too much rouge, and white-
wigged dudes. Duo and Quatre will probably be whores or
something, while Heero, Trowa, and Wufei are cops or something
good an all that. Whatever, I'll see if I can try two fics at
once. Anyways, in this fic, I'm going to make it so that Duo is
REALLY smart. I think he deserves it, and who cares if he's
supposed to be an idiot? He's going to go through a lot, so I
think he should at least be a smartie.
Warning: not really any hentai things or anything. The rated R thingy is just for the later chapters. You have nothing to worry about. (for now...hehehe ^_~)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. D'you have to be so obnoxious about it and rub it in my face all the time?!?! ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT I DON'T OWN IT?! OR DO YA HAVE TO BE ALL SNOBBY? *gets hauled away in straitjacket to mental facility*
Duo, getting off the massive yellow bus (well, it was actually quite small, but then again, he's quite small, so there you go.), he looked around, trying to find his best friend. It wasn't that hard, seeing as Heero always sat by himself, at the same place (the building blocks), at the same time. He let only Duo come to sit with him, and they'd become fast friends. Sure, Heero was about as conversational as a block of ice, and at least the ice melted. Well, it was a good thing that he was only like that to the other students. Duo was his main buddy, main pal, main chummy-chum, so he got special privileges. He bounced over, with a sunny smile and a sparkle in his lovely lilac eyes
"Hey there, Hee-chan!" Duo plopped down beside Heero, who was already building a remarkably perceptive view of the Empire Building, but they were just kindergarteners, so they were a bit clueless. "Hn. I told you not to call me that. Why do you insist?" then, when getting no response except for an even brighter smile (if that was possible) thrown his way, he sighed and muttered, "I knew I shouldn't have taught him Japanese. But did I listen to myself? No." Duo smiled again. "Talking to yourself Hee-chan? Isn't that unhealthy?" Heero rolled his eyes.
"So, what do you want to do today? We could play with the blocks, read See Spot Run by Iam N. Idiot, play monopoly, or something else." He suggested. "Why don't we just build awhile. Then we can see what the instructions for the day are, and plan from there." Duo looked a bit dazed. Heero was puzzled. "What?" Duo grinned. "If I didn't know you so well, I'd say that you were a nerd. But then again, even though I know you so well, I still think you're a nerd." Heero rolled his eyes again, asking the Gods why he was SO lucky to have a friend like Duo, who was the most annoying person on earth, he bet to himself. They talked like that for awhile, and the teacher, Mrs. Cumbersome, was amazed everytime she heard a snatch of their conversation, for with their vocabulary and topics of conversations, they were quite mature for their age. They were quite the troublemakers, those two, she remarked in her head.
She remembered the day when Toby Gilman had pushed Duo off the swing in recess [1] and the two huddled in the corner of the room, with their building blocks and all, whispering to eachother in hushed tones. Anyone who came near them instantly backed away from almighty force of Heero's death glare.
The next day, Toby had just sat down at his desk for their daily learning of the alphabet. The next thing you knew, there were all these little creaks and spurs that everyone could hear, but didn't know where the sounds where coming from. Finally, a bucket of a green, gooey substance poured out of nowhere, and when the students looked up, there was a bucket that had been cleverly concealed by the light. The students' attention was caught soon, however, by a fan roaring on and feathers flying onto Toby. Heero and Duo were the only ones not howling in laughter, other than Mrs. Cumbersome, and Toby, of course. They did, however, look extremely pleased with themselves. That day had served as a warning that rang out true and clear: Anyone who bothers with either of us will be taken down, and painfully so. Mrs. Cumbersome and the students held to illusion to who the pranksters had been, but no proof had ever been found, so they could not say anything.
Mrs. Cumbersome sighed. She would sorely miss the two bright students, especially Duo. Heero had a closed-off kind of attitude that only Duo could break through. She wasn't surprised, he had that kind of attitude. But, Heero was silent and smart. That was already pretty good. And judging by the way they looked and acted, they would both be attracting crowds of admirers, and of course, Heero wouldn't like that one bit.
Duo was so bright and sunny and cheerful that nobody disliked him. Even Toby, who had forgiven and forgotten about the feather accident.
Mrs. Cumbersome checked her wristwatch and sighed again. It was time for math.
A/n: I know I know, gomen nasai, that was short and after all that time that I haven't posted too! Sorry! The next chapters will be longer, I swear! And more informative with details and such. But right now, I have so much going on that I can't be very reliable, so just bear with me, k?
Now, I think I said that I would reply to all the reviewers, but really, mostly all of you just said "Cool. Write more." Well, how inspiring! (truly, it is) Thanx for reviewing, and just to clear this up, how 'bout I say I'm just going to reply to the reviewers who have suggestions or questions?
Just a little click, few taps on the keyboard, and voila! You have reviewed! Come on, you know you want to. Everybody else is doing it. Hinthintpokepoke, dammit!
Warning: not really any hentai things or anything. The rated R thingy is just for the later chapters. You have nothing to worry about. (for now...hehehe ^_~)
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. D'you have to be so obnoxious about it and rub it in my face all the time?!?! ISN'T IT ENOUGH THAT I DON'T OWN IT?! OR DO YA HAVE TO BE ALL SNOBBY? *gets hauled away in straitjacket to mental facility*
Duo, getting off the massive yellow bus (well, it was actually quite small, but then again, he's quite small, so there you go.), he looked around, trying to find his best friend. It wasn't that hard, seeing as Heero always sat by himself, at the same place (the building blocks), at the same time. He let only Duo come to sit with him, and they'd become fast friends. Sure, Heero was about as conversational as a block of ice, and at least the ice melted. Well, it was a good thing that he was only like that to the other students. Duo was his main buddy, main pal, main chummy-chum, so he got special privileges. He bounced over, with a sunny smile and a sparkle in his lovely lilac eyes
"Hey there, Hee-chan!" Duo plopped down beside Heero, who was already building a remarkably perceptive view of the Empire Building, but they were just kindergarteners, so they were a bit clueless. "Hn. I told you not to call me that. Why do you insist?" then, when getting no response except for an even brighter smile (if that was possible) thrown his way, he sighed and muttered, "I knew I shouldn't have taught him Japanese. But did I listen to myself? No." Duo smiled again. "Talking to yourself Hee-chan? Isn't that unhealthy?" Heero rolled his eyes.
"So, what do you want to do today? We could play with the blocks, read See Spot Run by Iam N. Idiot, play monopoly, or something else." He suggested. "Why don't we just build awhile. Then we can see what the instructions for the day are, and plan from there." Duo looked a bit dazed. Heero was puzzled. "What?" Duo grinned. "If I didn't know you so well, I'd say that you were a nerd. But then again, even though I know you so well, I still think you're a nerd." Heero rolled his eyes again, asking the Gods why he was SO lucky to have a friend like Duo, who was the most annoying person on earth, he bet to himself. They talked like that for awhile, and the teacher, Mrs. Cumbersome, was amazed everytime she heard a snatch of their conversation, for with their vocabulary and topics of conversations, they were quite mature for their age. They were quite the troublemakers, those two, she remarked in her head.
She remembered the day when Toby Gilman had pushed Duo off the swing in recess [1] and the two huddled in the corner of the room, with their building blocks and all, whispering to eachother in hushed tones. Anyone who came near them instantly backed away from almighty force of Heero's death glare.
The next day, Toby had just sat down at his desk for their daily learning of the alphabet. The next thing you knew, there were all these little creaks and spurs that everyone could hear, but didn't know where the sounds where coming from. Finally, a bucket of a green, gooey substance poured out of nowhere, and when the students looked up, there was a bucket that had been cleverly concealed by the light. The students' attention was caught soon, however, by a fan roaring on and feathers flying onto Toby. Heero and Duo were the only ones not howling in laughter, other than Mrs. Cumbersome, and Toby, of course. They did, however, look extremely pleased with themselves. That day had served as a warning that rang out true and clear: Anyone who bothers with either of us will be taken down, and painfully so. Mrs. Cumbersome and the students held to illusion to who the pranksters had been, but no proof had ever been found, so they could not say anything.
Mrs. Cumbersome sighed. She would sorely miss the two bright students, especially Duo. Heero had a closed-off kind of attitude that only Duo could break through. She wasn't surprised, he had that kind of attitude. But, Heero was silent and smart. That was already pretty good. And judging by the way they looked and acted, they would both be attracting crowds of admirers, and of course, Heero wouldn't like that one bit.
Duo was so bright and sunny and cheerful that nobody disliked him. Even Toby, who had forgiven and forgotten about the feather accident.
Mrs. Cumbersome checked her wristwatch and sighed again. It was time for math.
A/n: I know I know, gomen nasai, that was short and after all that time that I haven't posted too! Sorry! The next chapters will be longer, I swear! And more informative with details and such. But right now, I have so much going on that I can't be very reliable, so just bear with me, k?
Now, I think I said that I would reply to all the reviewers, but really, mostly all of you just said "Cool. Write more." Well, how inspiring! (truly, it is) Thanx for reviewing, and just to clear this up, how 'bout I say I'm just going to reply to the reviewers who have suggestions or questions?
Just a little click, few taps on the keyboard, and voila! You have reviewed! Come on, you know you want to. Everybody else is doing it. Hinthintpokepoke, dammit!