Passing Tries of High School Nuts

By: Tsuki Doriimaa

11-25-03

oOo 00. Prologue oOo

Ever had one of those days where you weren't positively sure something weird, strange and new was going to happen? You had the butterflies making fly-bys in your stomach, had that nervous twitch to your right eye… But you couldn't actually say what in the world was going to happen and rather it would be a 'good strange', or a 'bad strange'?

Well, it turns out that one such person did.

With smooth cheekbones slanting down to make a strong (yet small) pointed chin and beautiful upturned Prussian blue eyes that played sister to midnights black, along with his disobedient lot of hair that seemed wholly untamable – made up the face of a rugged angel. His body was slim, compact; someone would almost say he was a wimp for size alone perhaps if it weren't for the wiry muscles that peeked out every now and then to make themselves known, almost as if in warning; though the boy was loath to hurt anyone outside of self defense, or defending a friend – if he had any that being. Standing at 5'9" the rugged Asian angel was something to behold.

He was also, quite lost.

There had to be some unknown Law of Probability stating that when away from a place for a year, there are bound to be things forgotten and lost within that length of time or changes made to render these losses. And indeed it seemed that was the case this year.

Staring around in bewilderment, eyes widened in shock, the young man blinked to make sure he was not in fact seeing things. Standing before him were two hallways. Two hallways he had never seen before… and all around him was… no one. He was practically alone (for there were people in the offices if he could back track, but he was trying not to, having wanted to find his room on his own) and lost in new territory.

When he had left the year before there weren't nearly the amount of halls there were now. It seemed, someone had renovated the building; added new floors, a new building… which he seemed to have walked into unknowingly. There was no idea in his mind as to what the building was for… yet… only that there appeared plenty more doors then school rooms would allow, giving their spacing… and he was lost.

After a minute an invisible hand slapped him upside his head for his brain's lacking process while gazing at the new halls. This must had been one of the new Dormitories. Even if that were so – and it appeared that way on closer inspection – he was still lost, the numbers nowhere near what his room was said to be. As self-proficient as the young man was, going back to the main office (with a bit of back tracking) was something he did not particularly have a half mind to do.

Still, he was in the wrong dormitory, and there was no one around to exactly help him out – even if he 'would' eventually take the offered help. Any which way he looked at it… anyone walking around for two hours would be hard pressed to not accept someone's offered help by now… even him, who trusted as many people as he could up at one time, and as many as he could throw together. He couldn't use the saying "as far as he could throw them" because he'd been known to throw someone a fair distance before…

Smirking lightly at the memory, the young man headed down the right hallway, silently praying to whichever Kami was on duty that he finally found his room… Five people standing outside with his things, waiting on him, would not be the slightest bit proud in having waited on him.

Sighing, head shaking, the young man carried on.

Nearly an hour later, had the young man walking down the correct hallway, five of his elders behind him carrying his things while he, handled carrying most of his packed clothing. The new dormitories were unfurnished so the students could bring their own bedroom supplies; their living room, kitchen and restroom however, were already set up and need only the bare minimum to be completed, made homely.

You had to figure that these rooms would be the students' for the next three to four years, depending on what year class they were. That was another of the perks to Krazy Honors Senior High School: they had dormitories like colleges do.

The students were then able to "move in" and take advantage of sleeping later, getting to classes on time, having their teachers close by should they have any questions for them before the school officially closed down for the nights and teachers left. They also were able to take advantage of the "local school" atmosphere instead of the stuffy ones most private schools were known to carry. All these things combined together were what pushed his parents into choosing this school as his own. You received a great education while having fun at the same time.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain… Too much love drives a man insane!" followed by an off keyed "WOOO!!" echoed off the dead halls towards them the closer they came to his room. He was apparently not as alone as he thought because there was another student here – a female who helped to find his room. To say the Oriental boy was shocked would have been correct, if not something of an understatement. "You broke my will, but what a thrill… Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!"

Soft 'pa-tat, pa-tat's ricocheted down the corridor and back to them while his mind half listened to the music blaring, half contemplated what the female was truly like when school started; his other half worked on getting them all to his room without incident. "I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny, you came along and mo-o-o-ved me honey!" Though that was hardly a problem thanks to the up tempo song leading them. "I've changed my mind, your love is fine… Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!"

There hadn't been much time as a child to have friends, or to even meet people. Having been home schooled since he was little up until his middle school years, there was simply no chance to meet kids. Because of that fact now today, he was a little weary of people he didn't know – effectively, nearly everyone around him. His emotions were startled and hidden, making him appear uncaring – that was far from the case. He liked people, well most people he came into contact with, but middle school taught him that not everyone was to be trusted. People could be vicious for no reason at all, taunting someone for their looks, attitude, clothes… picking fights with them, bullying them…

"Kiss me baby, woo feels good! Hold me baby, welllll I want to hold ya like a lover should!"

Middle school also became the years when he took his martial arts teachings much more seriously. Aside from being home schooled in the educational arts, he was also taught the art of self-defense. His parents had all but demanded it. One he knew was acting goofy just for his benefit; saying he needed to know martial arts because he as Asian, it was part of his linage, part of his culture – the other being more practical and wanting her little boy protected.

"Your fine, so kind. I want to tell the world that your mine, mine, mine, mine!" Shaking his head, someone laughing behind him; the boy wondered just what this school had to throw at him this time around. "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs… I'm real nervous, but is sure is fun!"

The school wasn't laid back, and then it wasn't totally strict either. The teachers worked you hard, pressed and picked your mind 'til you thought it'd explode – and then, just like that – they'd turn around and crack a joke of some sort, accomplishing their mission of either making you laugh, or making you smirk thinking they had serious mental problems. But that, he had learned, was they're way, they're objective; that was how they kept the learning and the fun balanced. The teachers didn't want the students to overload and fall out of learning completely. So they kept the kids on their toes by throwing some fun in with the boring.

That was one aspect of the school; the other was the students'. He himself did not possess great people skills, but had heard and seen how most of the student population acted here once before. It was… well, without the dorms as the school once was… he supposed the way students acted here most of the time when not studying was… a bit embarrassing… in his opinion anyway… He wasn't the out going type either. Just the quiet book worm… but if the young lady he had met earlier today was any indication…

"Come on baby, drive me crazy!! Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!!!"

Then things at Krazy Honors Senior High School were about to get very interesting for him!

"This way gentlemen" his voice broke through the suddenly silent corridor while music switched to a new track and he led his honorary packing guards into his new room – his dorm – with the crackling, husky laugh filling what little silence was left as the new song kicked on and her voice filled the air singing along…

"Your mama used to worry about that big muddy river… Honey do you remember?" abruptly the music went dead as his packers walked into his dorm room, and a voice called out laughingly, "Hey Heero!!" before feet were heard and music turned back on.

Dear Kami… Heero's thought upon entering the room and smiling slightly at the outgoing young lady, pretty much summed up what his packing guards were thinking as they entered behind him.

Disclaimer: I don't own the GW guys, or the songs used in this story - sadly. heh heh However! Angelita is my own creation and I will unleash Unholy Hell on the person(s) who decide to use her without permission::glares around:: Trust me on this one people; it won't be pretty.

07-21-07 - . - I re-read this chapter, and the two others, to get a feel for the story again, and hopefully catch any mistakes I might have missed, and correct them. The other two chapters as well, were read again, mistakes caught, slight changes made - and hopefully because of this, I'll have the next chapter out soon!