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A/n: Ooh… Shoujou-ai… Shounen-ai/yaoi-ish

And a completely sane pink-frenzied Relena. 1x2, 3x4, 13x5, D/R.

I'd like to thank Ro for editing the previous chapters of this fic including this one.

Sorry for the delay my dearest readers, it seems as if I'm the only idiot capable of acquiring fever in summer. Then again, if anyone can manage it, I can.

Princess Lightina-This fic is the rave in your school? My dear where do you go to school? I'm very… flattered that a lot of people have responded well to this piece of… fiction and… ooh, does that make me a celebrity now? Lol.. J/k! I'm glad you like it, because my friends don't seem to. *sob* This goes out to you too ^~

And if anybody likes to know, (though I doubt it) I was sent to an exclusive catholic school for girls in my grade school days run by nuns who thought nothing was amiss in their school, except for the wildly frolicking lesbianism (not that I had a problem with that, I'm bi) and we had to wear this white blouse with frilly sleeves and collars, along with a navy blue lengthy jumper skirt thing. Fashion was not our thing, simplicity (ha I'm sure) was.

If you're still there, this is part one of the chapter. Part two will be written/found later on because *ahem* somebody lost *ahem* it when I was bedridden for days.

Thanks for the reviews and the e-card from Debbie! ^^ woohoo! I'm not mad at you anymore, though if you review, we can settle things over your uj… See you around!

This is dedicated yet again to all of you, not forgetting Debbie who shares the same interest in pairing Jerry and

Vic or Dao and Lei. You truly rock, girl! Next thing you know, I'll be listening to F4 instead of Lifehouse /Less Than Jake!

Does anybody know where I can find any *DECENT* English Meteor Garden slash ficcies? I don't care if I'd get sick again trying to find them… tell me all right? Or should I make my move and write some slash myself?

Since it is too soon for them to get all-physical to quote a reviewer ^^, I won't put up the lemon/lime part because by doing so, it will still preserve the fic and make it reader-friendly, if you know what I mean.

Sowwee…

Shinigami-When did you lose your lola? Grr.. I hate drivers such as those..

This my dears, is written after recovering from fever ergo the sappiness.

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Teach Me How To Be Cool

Lesson#8: We Raised Sheep in Our Farm Pt. 1

[Quatre]

"What do you reckon Heero and Duo are doing right now?"

I turned to Trowa questioningly.

"Probably something that's none of our business." He said.

We were in my bedroom that Friday night and the rain had just stopped. Trowa decided to drop over and help me find my cat with Duo who couldn't stop laughing his head off and saying, "Pussy Cat!"

Sometimes I question my best friend's sanity.

Then again, it could be that he's only glad that finally his life is letting on and showing him the brighter aspects of being a reverend's only son.

I patted my cat on the head, savoring its silky white fur against my palm. It purred and stretched, nudging its head against my hand.

I shook my head silently at Trowa who was stretched out leisurely on my four-poster bed, staring at my back like it was the most interesting thing in the world, not that I could see him doing so but because I'd felt his eyes on me.

I heard Trowa snorting softly and when I gave him a brief glance saw him reaching out for my bedside table, pulling out the drawer.

"I doubt they're doing anything of that sort." The edges of his lips curled upwards as he stared down at the picture frame in his hands, which he'd gotten from the drawer.

It was his picture, which I only bring out when he's not with me, which is a rare occurrence.

"Heero's gotten so problematic lately. He's having a difficult time trying to figure his feelings out what with all the outside forces tending to keep him away from Duo. But being that the Reverend has left Darlington, I could only be glad for Heero's sake. That's one off his list."

"Heero?" I repeated, bewildered. "Unsure of himself?"

I raised a brow and crossed my arms, completely not believing the boy on my bed. (I can't believe I can actually say that without blushing.)

Trowa nodded and returned the picture frame into its proper place, patting next to him for me to sit down.

I complied.

Trowa, as my rightful, authentic boyfriend was always around the mansion. Since the day he tried to French kiss me, our teeth clanking painfully together that I so real stars dancing in circles in my eyes the night he drove me home after Heero beat Duo up, we've always been visibly together. If he's not around me though or holding my hand, kissing me or… (well you get the picture don't you?) he calls or sends me things.

The number of roses, chrysanthemums, daffodils and other exotic flora and fauna in my front step has gotten the maids in quite a stir that they started asking me silly, if not, personal questions.

"And Relena wants him back very badly it's almost compulsive."

I blinked up at Trowa, feigning interest. He was talking about Heero again, (I think) and the situation with Duo making Heero all worked up and confused. Why on earth were we having this conversation anyway?

It's not our place to meddle with those two… rather… strange lovers.

Even Duo's gotten so twisted, he's hysterically trying to find a pair of jumper suit for his hamster called 'Hee-chan'.

"They do like melodrama don't they?" I said.

"It was Relena's fault in the first place; if she hadn't broken up with Heero then he wouldn't be getting together with Duo. The girl's got bad timing if you ask me but it isn't as if she could pull off being together with Heero. They're both very… complex beings with compatibility meter going on zero. "

"I'll have to agree with that." I murmured, sighing.

"Relena's the type of girl that doesn't stop at nothing to get what she wants."

"She personifies evil." I said, going with the flow. When Trowa's in one of his rare streaks, he never stops.

"Not really, more like idiocy." Trowa commented. "She's too rash and doesn't see what's already served to her on a silver platter."

"What do you mean?"

"Her best friend's madly in love with her."

"What?" I completely cried out. "You mean Dorothy?"

"Every time I tag along with Heero during those times wherein they were still together, Dorothy and I would be left in a corner to talk."

"She actually speaks to you?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way. She kind of, murmurs to herself about how Heero doesn't deserve Relena, how she's far better than him and things of that ilk and I, being so close to her, tend to hear that a lot."

"And Relena's oblivious?"

"Yes." Trowa looked at me through those heart-stopping emerald eyes.

"That's… sad." Was all I could say.

"You're telling me. But this whole breaking up with Heero is the best Relena's come up with." Trowa clasped my hand and idly traced patterned circles against my palm. "It gave Heero the potential to seek more fish in the see, you know… fish like Duo."

"I can't possibly believe Duo's with Heero now." I admitted. "Being Duo's best friend, I know how much it means to have your crush as your boyfriend."

"Don't I get any credit for contributing to your best friend's happiness? Might I say, I was the one who sharpened Heero's mating skills since I'm particularly blessed in that area."

"Oh really?" I crossed my arms.

"Yeah. I taught him all he knows." Trowa said boastfully.

"Well, Mr. Barton." I said playfully, raising my brow. "Can you show me a little bit of your skill?"

"You'll be swept off your feet, Mr. Winner." He grinned before he smiled softly and pulled me to his chest.

We kissed and indeed, I was swept off my feet.

[Heero]

The color drained from my face. There, behind Duo, outlined against the shadowy half-darkness was Relena staring at us in deep hatred. Or at least I think she was.

I blinked away the remaining rainwater from my eyes and then the vision of Relena dissolved. The sounds of brisk almost inaudible footsteps died away.

It was just my imagination.

I felt a surging relief that it wasn't her and when I turned to look down at Duo, I felt myself smiling, forgetting what I had just seen.

I knew I wanted this more than anything else in the world. Or did I?

We walked to the car and until that point as I noticed another car streaking past ours in harsh blaring lights.

Somehow I wasn't convinced that it was just my imagination.

I started the car and placed my hand against the wheel, debating whether or not just to retire to sleep other than do the activity I'd not so willingly blurted a few moments ago. Maybe Duo wanted this, and not me.

Or I'm just trying far too much to please him. All I need is to bring him to Relena's party and get her jealous.

I know she's furious with me right now and my plan has had prolific effects—she's stalking me now. How low can you get?

I don't intend to get back together with her though, not that I wanted to be with Duo either, but because I wanted to win the game against her.

The game goes like this:

First you laugh, then you tell a pretty lie, then you stick your tongue in each other's mouths, then you say something really mean and hurtful to each other then you go off to find somebody else who wants to play the game. [1]

There are no rules. And even if there were, I'd defied them all. I never really thought about Duo's sake. Maybe I'm just infatuated with him or something else akin to that but I know this relationship or whatever it is, is just another blind alley leading nowhere.

Maybe I'm smitten but that's as far as I could go. Maybe I'll even sleep with Duo—Maxwell.

I meant, Maxwell.

Maxwell has fallen head over heels now and I have him wrapped around my finger, just as I had Relena before.

Truth be told, I never really loved Relena. All she did was make me angry, chatter nonstop about clothes, her looks, pink things and so on. I'd never actually enjoyed her company.

I only went with the flow for the sake of having a girlfriend. I know it's superficial.

And I do not care the least.

I was too angry with her for leaving me that somehow I confused the feeling of resentment with nostalgia.

And tomorrow night, I'll show her. Everything will go as planned.

I never realized how I could be so wrong.

Because I fell hard…

When Maxwell came over that night.

[Duo]

It was insane. He said it. I knew he didn't exactly mean it, but you know, being a teen like we kind of (I guess) felt a growing curiosity as to what it actually felt like.

Politician boy and Quatre were more experienced than I was and Quatre and Bang Boy were always at it.

It made me feel kind of jealous, but then again Wuffie's boyfriend (or molester) is a decade older than him and it's almost like cradle snatching so I can't say that I envy them (much).

But back to what I was saying. The rain had stopped then but it was still somewhat dark and I strained to see what Heero's expression went like and yet, I felt as if I didn't want to.

"Well…look, the rain's stopped now!" I tried to chuckle but failed and sensing the terrible silence to ensue I gulped, throat constricting painfully.

I wanted to pull away, to run as fast as my legs would allow me to—I needed to get out of there—away from Heero.

Great, what will he think of me now? Desperate homosexual extraordinaire. I mean, I don't think of that 24/7 but you know… I just wanted to… experiment?

I could almost see through Heero and what he thought of me. Was he just bluffing when he said he wanted to do it as well? He seemed absorbed in thought, staring behind me as if Relena had just been there… Yeah, right.

Heero's arms tentatively tightened around me after a moment's stiffening and one hand was brought up to my cheek. I looked away but he willed me to look at him.

"Heero?"

He said nothing and I felt my heart thump in my chest. Gee we were doing just fine seconds ago and the romantic vibe just shattered due to my lack of 'shutting my mouth' (or finesse) as Quat calls it, not forgetting my willingness to give my body over.

I sighed, but it sounded more like a little pathetic whimper.

"Heero, I want to go home." I lied, though shivering truthfully. I bet we looked kind of foolish standing there in the middle of a field hugging each other and making out in the cold.

Where the heck were we anyway? I hope dad's really far, far away.

"Can I?"

"Wha?" I asked dumbly so, stupidly that I could've almost slapped my forehead.

"Makelovetoyou?"

"What?" Yes, Einstein strikes again.

"I want to… never mind."

"Hang on. Did you just say you want to… make love to me?"

What happened next were series of blurs. I remembered being taken into the car and the engine rumbled slightly as we approached Darlington, the darkness choking my vision.

I watched with fascination as stars appeared into the night sky, studding the heavens with tiny sparkling diamonds, finally lighting up the heavens. I was smiling to myself and peeked curiously at Heero, who scantily illuminated in the dark, looked scrumptious indeed.

When the car stopped, I remember seeing Heero smiling as he gently trailed his fingers down my clavicle, soft gentle fingers whispering against the expanse of skin.

I shivered as he pulled me closer, the sudden closeness making me feel a bit claustrophobic.

The breeze outside was enough to cause me hypothermia but just the mere warmth of Heero assured me—the tender caress of his skin against mine—it was going to be okay, that I needn't care anymore.

Our lips met and there was passion and hunger as tongues met, dueling in an erotic battle for control, or maybe it was just another unbridled sensation that needed to be released. My arms circled around his neck, wishing that somehow the moment would never end.

This is what I had wanted for so long. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me.

Heero pulled back to survey me through hazy yearning eyes, flirting with silent affection.

I wondered if he'd ever done this to Relena. Suddenly I was jealous for the second time and for a fleeting second I was hesitant. What would my father say? He may as well kick me out of the house for doing this.

The next thing I knew, my mind barely registering the course of events in a single millisecond when it had occurred, I was pinned beneath Heero's body. We had somehow gotten to the backseat of the convertible and my arms were above my head, wrists held firmly and albeit forcefully to the seat.

I was bemused, being foreign to whatever Heero had in store for the both of us.

And then Heero smiled, a small almost invisible flash of emotion, one side of his lips twisting upwards. A vague smile, but a smile nonetheless.

We sparred, grinding our bodies together and for a brief second as Heero pushed away my jumper straps, (god, I need a new set of clothes) hands trailing around my shoulder blades, a bright flash of orange blinded Heero and I.

Heero shielded his eyes and whipped his head behind him as I struggled to get up and push him off. I could hear footsteps drawing closer, shoes padding against concrete and some indistinct, rumbling— murmuring.

"Kids, I would like you to step out of the car please."

The voice was stern and I pulled my discarded clothes to my chest as Heero turned to look at me. I could only gape in horror, clasping a hand on my mouth to prevent myself from yelping. We were in deep trouble.

No it wasn't the Pope. Sweet mother of Christ—it was a police officer!!!

***

If there's something you had to hate about Darlington it was either the curfews or the overly polite police officers that give you parking tickets for no reason whatsoever.

Of course, things like that can be handy say, when you're about sixty, balding and badly need your own babysitter but in my case, it only serves as another annoyance—another reason in the long list of why I want to leave this place.

Heero and I were under age and the officers said it was late out that 'kids' like us shouldn't even be roaming the night, that we engaged in 'obscene actions', parked in a private lot (which counted as trespassing) and were supposed to be reprimanded.

Now I'm convinced that I was Rasputin in my previous life. Either that or Relena paid them to put us behind bars. I overheard something ending in Peacecraft just a moment ago when they shoved us into the dingy cell.

It smelled of urine and honestly, couldn't have they gotten us a more decent place to stay?

I mean, there was this tattooed guy in his 20's who kept throwing me naughty looks every now and then—he even slapped my butt and almost got into a fight with Heero.

It's really difficult to be so unbearably attractive. Good for us, the guy was set free after a couple of hours.

Here in Darlington, I had the most wonderful experience of my life. Here in Darlington, I learned to love, be loved and all that crap about being young, wild and free, although I had a very ODD (yes and that should be capitalized) childhood.

My wardrobe was scant, my hair was long and tied to a braid and to worsen things, my father was the town's reverend and disallowed me of any normalcy at all.

When I was 5, I thought I'd never belonged in society. I knew something was up but I couldn't really say what because I was young.

I wasn't really 'cool' as others would put it but I had a decent family and had a home to call my own. I was happy. But it was a short termed happiness.

My parents raised me, nurtured me, loved me so that I'd get into college one day and get a degree on religious education, the latter part something I doubt I'd look forward to.

And so I figured if ever my father snapped out of his 'let us make love and not war' stupor, maybe I could leave town and pursue something else besides priesthood.

But back to what I was saying.

I hate Darlington. Doesn't everybody?

Darlington was a small town, and basically everybody knew each other here. Secrets were difficult to keep because there were so many nosy people around—the very reason why my father decided to leave town one day when I'd be groomed enough to attend the pastoral training.

There was only one park, one mall, if at all, and a few churches around the vicinity, which my father headed. You could say he was like the president of all reverends in this town and thus, my childhood was strained because I was taught to behave properly and be sincere to all those I would encounter in my life.

I was to give food to the poor, help the needy and half of my things were donated to charity to save a few orphaned children abandoned by their parents at birth. I have no problem with that really, except that now I have nothing left but my dignity and jumpers.

When I was five years old, I remember meeting this boy. We'd met in the park and I was chasing a cluster of butterflies too high from my reach.

I remember crying because I couldn't get one and I fell to my knees, letting out a huge scream.

My father was always away to attend religious seminars, meetings, talks, etc… And so my mother was left at home to take care of me. She wasn't around because I'd strayed from the playground.

I was lucky to have my mother.

She was very considerate. But my father's another story.

I wasn't allowed out of the house when my father was around but each occurrence in which he'd left town, my mother would make it a habit to bring me to the park, the only one in this damned town.

When I was five years old, a boy who pretended to be a prince changed my whole life forever.

That aforementioned boy was the only one who understood me.

He was quite surly and hot-tempered, kept calling me this strange word Heero calls me. (Baka was it? Something like that anyway) But nonetheless, he made me feel special because he told me he'd take me to his castle and we'll be together forever.

We played every chance we got in the park each time my father was away and once or twice I swore I saw him outside the front porch, leaving me daisies. When my father caught him throwing paper balls in the front lawn, I received no more daisies and was kept out of the world till I attended school.

When I was five years old there was this boy who kept promising me he'll bring me to his castle, to the point when I'd anticipated it so much and he stopped coming to the park.

When I was five years old, I thought I would never see the boy again. I was wrong.

But then when I'd encountered the boy, he seemed different—distant and he didn't know me anymore. But now, here he is in the same cell as I, waiting for our freedom.

I had never been in jail my entire life.

I'd gotten into more brewed trouble than I have would ever intend when I stared going out—let me rephrase that—hanging out with Heero Yuy. Is this a karmic thing?

Is God really punishing me?

I mean it was the moment of truth—when I would finally be Heero's— when he could brand me as his, and him mine. (I wish) and those darned officers had to ruin it!

Argh!! And worse, we were imprisoned for some inane reason.

Damn constitution.

They took our things and frisked us too. (A certain officer gave me a naughty look)

By the time we settled into 'jail' I was shivering and pissed off. Heero wasn't saying anything since we'd gotten there and after an hour of giving me the cold shoulder, he tugged at my braid.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my braid to my side; I felt like blaming him. I was cold, hungry, pissed, hopeful, sleepy but most of all hungry. I wasn't much into reminiscing and I hadn't eaten any dinner earlier. I felt so embarrassed because one of the policemen recognized me as the preacher's son.

"What?" I asked annoyed as I rattled a small tin cup along the jail bars to irk the sanity out of the officers. One burly man who was at least thirty or forty glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Duo." Heero's voice was soft. We were serving big time now. We were going to be stuck in prison forever! And then I wouldn't be able to see my parents anymore, watch any TV or take a proper bath!

I was sulking and thinking of the many consequences that 'making out with Heero in a car' had in complete package when a small tap on my shoulder ensued again and I hissed at it. "Go away."

"Hn." I looked at Heero who did as I told and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. I frowned as I noticed his steely gaze. Oops. I think I may have gotten him angry.

I sneezed lightly, hugging myself against the cold. All I wanted to do was eat and sleep, have Heero's arms wrapped around me. I wanted to fit in, be 'cool' as they say but serving big time for it was not one of the ways to achieve popularity and acceptance.

I sat next to Heero on the floor, watching idly as the fluorescent light turned on and off spontaneously. I leaned my head against Heero's shoulder, and his left arm simply wrapped me tighter towards him as he sighed into my forehead. I shut my eyes wearily as he kissed my head.

"I want to go home." I told him softly. I felt his breath hot against me face as he nodded, a swift gentle motion of his head on top of mine.

"We'll get there." He assured me.

"Lucky for me, my dad isn't home."

Heero chuckled and I could note that he was pleased with my news.

"Yeah," I continued. "And my mom seems to like you."

"Really." It was a statement and not a question. And my mind fazed a bit, out of hunger I guess.

After a few minutes of completely unbearable silence, Heero dislodged me from his grip and stood.

I groaned and opened my eyes, blinking blearily up at him to adjust my vision to the light that had somehow been flickering on and off for God knows how long.

I stood next to Heero and wrapped my arms around my chest, warming myself from the cold because the person who was supposed to do so was busy talking to a police officer that had recently approached the area.

Heero was nodding and the police officer slipped the key into the small rusty lock, freeing him.

Heero beckoned me towards him and I hastily followed at his feet, sticking my tongue out at the police officer that eyed me strangely.

"What did he say?"

"Hn."

"No Heero, seriously what did he say?"

"We're allowed one call."

"So we can't leave yet?!" I cried out. "Man, this sucks. I hate this place; it smells like pee for crying out loud! And these damned policemen keep giving me strange looks. I don't like it here, Heero! I want to go home and eat my vegetable dinner and sleep in my comfy bed instead of the hard floor!"

He shot me an icy glare and I pouted. "Shut up."

I frowned. "Heero... Don't be so cold towards me."

"Hn."

We stood in front of the payphone and Heero inserted the coin the officer had handed him earlier.

"Who says you're the one who gets to call?" I cried out incredulously.

"I do." He deadpanned.

"I want to call my mom." I whined.

"And get us in trouble? I think not." Heero cradled the phone against the crook of his shoulders.

"You don't even have any parents!"

"They're in a business trip."

"Ha! And you intend to call them? What are the chances that you would get to contact them anyway? The payphones in this area only allow local calls!"

"I'm calling Trowa, baka."

"Will you quit calling me baka?! I thought you promised me to stop calling me that!"

"I had my fingers crossed." He turned his head sideways so that he gave me that 'smart aleck' look.

"Grr…!" I glared at him. "You cheated you slimy prat!"

Heero towered over me and put the phone down, glowering darkly as he pinned me to the wall by my shoulders. He looked as if he was about to bite my head off.

Then suddenly, we remembered why we were fighting in the first place and that had bolted us from our anger, rather Heero's.

"The phone call!" We gasped in sync.

"Now look what you made me do!" Heero raked a shaky hand through his tousled hair and let out a frustrated sound.

"Me?! Was it my fault that I didn't use the time we've been arguing to call?!" I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Heero was being unreasonable.

"You provoked me."

"You allowed yourself to be provoked." I quipped.

"It's all your fault we're in this damned police station." His voice was low and cut with anger and spite.

"My fault again eh? Yeah, that's right Heero blame it on the braided guy because it's always his fault anyway. Ooh let's make love! Let's make love! Make love my ass! All you wanted to do was…" I rolled my eyes. "Take advantage of my young, innocent mind."

"Innocent, Maxwell? Yes, I', very sure of that. Hiding behind daddy's back… If you hadn't been so hard to get…" He was pointing a finger at me, close to my chest his Prussian blue eyes slit with irritation.

I was backing into the wall as he towered haphazardly over me. "I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble just to..." And then he stopped in his ramble as if somehow he didn't want to slip any further.

He looked down on his shoes and after a terse silence, looked into my eyes. He opened his arms and I walked over to him, feeling his warmth envelope me.

"Forget what I said."

He kissed my head and sighed, apologizing even in silence. I couldn't help but nod dumbly, contemplating on what he'd just said.

"Do you think they'll give us another dime?" I asked.

***

I had never been any happier to see my mother before.

Well, there was of course this instance in preschool when this obese kid bullied and beat me constantly that I felt a surging relief when my mom came to pick me up from school, but anyway, now is not the time to reminisce.

My mother wore a very dismayed expression when the police released us on bail of god knows how much.

They brought back our stuff and thankfully didn't say anything to my mother.

Heero had called Trowa as well and he was there in the precinct too unfortunately without Quat. If they had been together (again), I would've actually thought my best friend was in fact a body part Trowa had been missing all his life.

I mean they were like peanut butter and jelly! Always… together you know?

I turned to Heero and nodded a farewell as my mother walked towards the car in utmost silence. I gulped as I sat on the passenger seat.

The ride to the house was unbearably cold.

The soft hum of the engine lulled me to sleep but I forced myself to stay awake. My mother wasn't saying anything and, so was I. If anyone had to make the first move, it was my mom. Why? Because I was too frightened to speak, unsure of what to say.

I suddenly envied Heero for having his parents in a business trip.

"Son," Well that knocked me out of my trance. I blinked and turned to her and she looked as forlorn as ever, eyes obscured by the darkness of the road in front of us.

"Your father called." She said softly but there was something I didn't like about her tone of speaking. "We're leaving Darlington next week."

"Vacation?" Even as I said it, I knew it couldn't convince even myself.

"He's been asked to shift services there. And he reckons it pays better than his current seminars here in Darlington, I'm sure you understand don't you?"

"Are you angry at me?" I asked suddenly. "We didn't do anything Ma. I swear we didn't. We just kissed, that's all! He brought me to this place and we sorta talked, and… And that was just it!"

"Son," The tone she used was the very same one she had earlier. She vehemently ignored my last remark. "You have to stop seeing him. It will ease the pain of having to leave."

"We need the money for your future." She murmured, stopping the car. She turned to me with the very same eyes she blessed me with. "We're not made out of money you know. We need all the help we can get."

"I'm not hearing this."

"Son."

"Ma! Please stop it!" I yelled, raising my arms.

I was angry and I felt this surging pride welling up inside of me and I didn't care if I was releasing all my life's frustrations in that one single moment I was about to stand up for myself.

I didn't care anymore.

I hated it how my mother always followed my father around, even if she didn't so much agreed with him.

I hated how my mother always played the part of the obedient wife, letting her opinions be trampled on by her husband.

I mean, who was he anyway? The president?

More like Hitler if you ask me!

I braced myself for what I was about to say.

And when I began, it felt good.

"All my life all I wanted was someone to accept me as I am, someone to make me feel special like I actually have my own seat of belong, and there he was Ma! Heero Yuy! The guy who had it in him to look past my upbringing and disturbing oddity! He didn't care what I wore, didn't care about how I looked—I thought you knew how much this means to me, Ma! I thought you understood perfectly what I'm going through! I don't want to be a reverend like my father! I'd never wanted to follow Pa's footsteps, I only wanted to please you so because I'd loved you two!"

She was silent, her lips a thin line on her face.

"All my life I tried to be the obedient son, the grateful, loyal son! And I didn't really care what others thought of me because I wanted you and Pa to be proud of me. I thought you told me not to be selfish and not think of myself all the time and that's what I'd been doing these past several years! I only realized those who have been selfish! It's Pa! He wants me to be like him, he wants us to leave this town! It's all because of him!"

"It's for your future son."

"It's not my future, Ma. It's his. Always have been, always will be." I opened the car door, hopped out and walked away from my mother's car.

My mother didn't say anything and drove away instead.

It felt horrible yelling at her when in reality I'd wanted to vent out all my anger to my father. It started raining again and I was wet in a split second.

I needed to find Heero. I shivered and hugged myself against the rain.

[Wufei]

Why in all of hell was I even allowing him to bring me outside of the house at this weather and time of the night? I had to stop myself from frowning and hitting the guy beside me for dragging me [though not literally] out of the house.

It was dark outside, freshly humid from the previous rain. The fact that it was cold outside and that earlier when we'd left home it hadn't been, left me in a very foul mood.

I hadn't brought my sweater. The great and wise Kushrenada brought himself one and hadn't even informed me to. Was this his idea of romanticism? Pretty dull, if you ask me.

I was shivering and had my arms around myself. The pavements were slicked with rainwater and puddles have formed at some secluded canals. I couldn't understand why Treize had for this type of outdoor 'romantic' as he says, ambience.

He knew how I hated this place.

The little town of Darlington was dull and lonely, not that I had any problems but… being all alone at home left me a tad… desperate for a companion, Maxwell of course, being the last on my list if I had any.

I had to admit, I was glad Treize came to visit town after his last year in that lunatic place called Harvard. I didn't show my eagerness of his presence too much though because Treize had this tendency to pamper and treat me like a child, calling me 'his little dragon', which of course I'd come to like but wouldn't be readily admitting that to him.

My breath came in puffs and I looked up at the sky where the moon was already showing itself. Treize was quiet for some time and I pretended not to care. I hated this place. So much. Too much.

Houses lined up in similar fashion, all bearing the same architectural designs, save those who had enough money to renovate the place. The house I was staying in was very much one of those that bore no distinction from the long line of scantily painted homes in this suburbia.

My parents had sent me here to this little town, and to this country truly foreign to my heritage, so that I could to get a good education. There weren't any particular schools in my country that accepted me because I had the tendency to protest of the injustices that occurred behind the school's closed doors.

In my opinion, that's freedom of speech and trampling on the rights of a person, but even as I had stated that, my parents had quite not approved of my behavior.

I had been staying here in Darlington since last summer. My mother's friend 'took care' of me for a few months before she moved into Boston to have her surgical operation and I had to live on my own.

My parents sent me my allowance monthly and paid for my tuition fees so I had no financial problems whatsoever and, being the anti-social person I was, enjoyed my time alone in the house.

How I met Treize, you wouldn't believe. It was just last summer actually when I was asked to run an errand for Ms. Craig [the invalid more so lazy friend of my dearest mother] and pick up a few things from the grocery store.

I wasn't very good in speaking English back then and there were only a few basic words I could utter but I could understand the language.

I remember saying 'No' to her when she'd first asked me to run said errand but she was very persistent and shoved me out the door, almost whacking me with her cane. My mother had an impeccable taste in friends, no really.

I had picked up Mrs. Craig's groceries downtown from a small store and was walking my way back when a baseball bat flew to my direction, practically missing my head. I left the twin grocery bags down on the pavement and took the baseball bat, flinging it into the air, back to the general direction from which it had come from.

I, being new in town, hadn't been well aware that it was in fact, the block in which the Peacecrafts [one of the most influential people in this town along with the Winners] mansion had been. The gates were a bit low and my incomparable [I wish] strength had caused the baseball bat to fly into their front yard.

With a smug look on my face, I picked up the grocery bags and went on my way, not before encountering a very pissed off platinum blonde haired guy who had a lump on his head.

That had been Treize's friend Milliardo Peacecraft. He was stomping towards me with a very livid countenance, on the verge of clobbering me when he stopped in his tracks and stared at me with a very strange look.

I told him to get out of my way, in Chinese but since we had been of two different heritages, he blinked at me in confusion and resumed his stare. It was getting kind of perverted so I squirmed a bit.

And then Treize [back then I despised the mere sight of him] walked up behind Milliardo, holding the bat in his hand. He was chuckling amusedly to himself and was slapping his friend's back.

"So you're the one who hit Milliardo in the head." He was grinning so wide I pitied his facial muscles. "Might I say, you have got a good aim."

"Hmph." I said darkly. I didn't like the way his gaze traveled down the length of me.

"Are you new around here, little one?" I hated it when people called me 'little'. [Treize had been older than me… all right several years older. He was graduating college this year while I'd barely attended the senior prom.]

I glared at him and he continued to chuckle nonetheless.

"I have not seen you around in this area." Treize continued. "Are you new to this town? Oh, how rude of me. You probably don't speak to strangers, do you? My name is Treize Kushrenada whereas the fateful one you hit in the head with the bat is my companion—"

"I think I can introduce myself." Milliardo said haughtily and he kind of pushed Treize aside and bowed curtly in front of me. "My name is Milliardo Peacecraft and it's a pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand which I did not shake.

I rolled my eyes and went on my way. Since that /fateful/ day everything has changed dramatically.

One morning I opened my door and there was this big idiotic oaf trying to sweep me off my feet with a stupid grin on his face.

Suspicious as I was of Treize's actions towards me as he primly asked if I'd accompany him to his college's dance, I slammed the door on his face.

How we got together like this though, I'm not really sure.

I only recall him on my doorstep for the last time, handing me a bouquet of roses. The rest of course, was history as I'd invited him in because he was drenched in summer rain. I pitied him albeit because he looked like an idiot, wet and shivering.

I slept with him on the fourth date. Though I couldn't remember how because I cannot recall any of the events that lead me ending up in his bed.

"Are you cold dragon?" Treize was staring at me again, making feel a bit self-conscious and zinging me back to reality. I shook my head stubbornly, and sneezed.

A small smirk tugged at a corner of Treize's lips as he pulled me to his side, draping an arm around me.

"You're always too prideful for your own good, little dragon." He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. "You know what the weather is like in this town… It's just so odd."

"Why did you bring me out here then," I muttered darkly. "When you knew all along it would be cold out?"

"I wanted to irk you, of course."

I glared at him but he chuckled and reached down to brush a lock of hair from my eyes. I didn't even know how it got there. I made a mental note to tie my ponytail tighter next time.

"I'd just wanted you to enjoy the tranquility of the night." He told me as a matter of factly. "Because it seems as if you don't go out too often, little dragon. Do you?"

"Too many nosy people."

"I thought you said they were boring the last time I'd asked."

I shot him a dirty look. "If this is another ploy to get me to attend your friend's party then forget it Kushrenada. I don't have time to mingle myself with their pettiness so I suggest you bring someone else."

"I assure you it is not." Treize said. "I brought you out to enjoy the aftermath of the rain for other… purposeful reasons."

I opened my mouth to speak but found I had nothing to say. I narrowed my eyes at him and there was that sickening saccharine smile plastered on his lips again.

He bent down and kissed me!

I hadn't any chance to respond though because he pulled away in record time.

"I say that in jest, dragon." I blinked at him and my face flushed as I pretended to look at the gravel beneath my shoes. "I know you will favor me anyway, some time."

We were walking again.

"Don't you just love the weather? Odd though as it is, you'll seem to end up with an attachment to it."

I nodded, listening but feigning my lack of interest.

"Do you want to perhaps, live with me after graduation, Wufei?"

"Yeah, I'm sure Kushrenada that I would be delighted." I told him pulling the jacket closer to my sides. "Wait a minute… what was that you said?"

He grinned—the damned idiot— and paused dramatically to add effect. "Well, do you want to?"

I blinked once, twice before I pulled on a feigned look of smugness. I hated it when he was all dominant and making me feel like a vulnerably girlfriend.

"I'll think it over. Give me time."

"I take that as a yes." Treize said, chuckling. I couldn't find anything amusing and why the hell was he chuckling anyway? It wasn't funny at all.

I shook my head and took in the crisp night air that smelt of rain. The ambience surrounding us made me feel a little nauseous and woozy, more contemplative than ever before and I found myself peering up at Treize furtively, watching the emotions wash across his face like waves lapping at the seashore.

I couldn't be any luckier to have him.

"Tell me Treize." My voice was below a whisper but Treize heard me, stopping in his tracks. "Do you think of me when you're away… at college? I know for a fact that there could only be so many people there. How is it that you're with me instead of them?"

"There is no them, Wufei. Only you."

"This is getting quite sappy, don't you think?" I said out of nowhere.

"Do you want for us to go back to your place and…"

He trailed off and I sighed, "Whatever Kushrenada." Before he kissed me.

[Dorothy]

"Your cousin Treize is visiting town right?"

I nodded apathetically, almost missing what Relena had just said as my eyes feasted on Relena's pale skinny legs. She was pirouetting in her full-length mirror like a graceful ballerina, short shocking-pink skirt twirling in one swift motion.

"With Chang at his house."

I sighed as she turned to look at me, an odd look on her face, which was strange because she's never been so thoughtful like this.

"Dorothy," She said softly walking over to me with another pair of pink skirt in a fist. "Do you think this better best suits me? Don't you think it's all… too pink?"

I should've known better.

I stopped myself from snorting and shook my head. "Relena," I tried as softly. "They have practically the same color and truth be told, they look exactly alike. There's no difference between the two and I'm sure you would look great in either both or nothing at all."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

She frowned and I quickly pushed myself off her pink bedroom couch. It had been this way for quite an hour after Relena took off previously to say she'd pick up something from the pink clothes shop downtown but I knew better.

She was out to stalk Heero again, which in my opinion is so sad.

She'd come back with tears in her eyes again and we spent the better part of the night together in each other's arms as I tried to shut her up by telling her it will be okay, which of course is a total lie.

Heero will never want Relena back. What he's got with Duo is stronger than what he once had with Relena. Eitehr that or Yuy's an expert actor.

"You know Dorothy, you should start considering what to wear for tomorrow's party."

I rolled my eyes. "Relena, unlike you I don't really care what I wear nor do I care about what other people think of me. I'll throw on some shirt and pants, anything will do for me, thank you."

"And I guess it will be so devoid of color again?"

Wow, she knows the word 'devoid'. I'm impressed.

"Black is the color of the night and I love the night. Whereas pink is the color of…let's just leave it that." I told her but she had this stupid smile on her face as she pulled me to her closet.

"I know!" She squealed happily. "I'll dress you up for the party!"

"How about no?"

She placed her hands on my hips and I gulped, restraining myself from pouncing on her.

"Come on Dorothy, it will be fun." I sighed and let her pull my skirt off to my knees as I stepped out of them. Her brow rose as she let herself take a long look at my underwear.

"What?" I asked, annoyed at her sudden silence. "Haven't you seen panties before?"

"No…" She said, shaking her head. "Not that. It's just that I didn't think your underwear will be… black too."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to 'dress me up' like Barbie or just stand there and gawk at me?"

"I do not gawk! It's unfeminine!" Her voice was shrill and she blushed before pulling me out of my black blouse, tossing it aside.

She clapped her hands together and smiled at me before turning around and grabbing random pink skirts and tube tops.

I was horrified by the prospect wearing pink. But there I was, standing in my underwear and boots, letting Relena dress me up.

She looked as amused as a little child and I couldn't help but smile a little as she moved closer—almost too close—, placing the pink tank top against my chest.

I stopped breathing as our eyes met and for a fleeting second as her crimson-tipped fingers held my cheeks firmly, I thought she was going to kiss me.

I braced myself, stepping closer as her facial expression never wavered and I leaned down and pressed my lips against her silky ones.

At first our mouths met, lips moving in a single soft motion before I sought entrance and evaded her mouth by my tongue.

She pushed me away, the frantic screaming in her eyes shoving me off in an instant and her almost wan face rejecting me then and there. I regretted kissing her, looking away disgusted with myself and I scrambled to my feet, picking up my clothes.

Just then, the door to her room opened and Relena's cousin stood in the doorway, long hair flowing to his broad shoulders.

"Girls?" He asked in confusion, blinking dully. He had suspected something.

I looked down, shamefaced before realizing I was in my underwear and scampered off to the bathroom to cover myself.

End of: We Raised Sheep in Our Farm Pt. 1

Tbc…

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[1] Something from Hard Love by the great Ellen Wittlinger. It's too appealing not to borrow.

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