Duo looked down at the proffered hand warily.
"What do you want of me?" He asked cautiously.
Quatre smiled. "Well you name would be nice, if you could spare it."
Duo grinned evilly. Quatre wondered briefly if he had made a mistake following the winged boy, when he caught movement from right behind Duo. His eyes flickered towards it and back quickly, as he acknowledged it. The Wingly wasn=t going anywhere.
"My name is Sololo-Du-Maxuwelluo-Shin." Duo put on his haughtiest air.
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Well, Trowa, I think we finally found someone who=s name is harder to say than mine!"
"Quite" A voice, a few notes lower than Quatre=s, came from right behind Duo.
Duo spun around and came face to face with the Bass Player, whom Quatre had called Trowa. Duo instinctively threw a punch, which was blocked and returned just as quickly. Duo narrowly blocked it, and tried to sweep his assailant=s legs out from under him. The Bass player jumped over the move, combining it with a spin kick to Duo=s side. Instead of dodging, Duo grabbed his foot and spun. Trowa landed on his hands, sprung away from Duo, righted himself, and calmly began to wipe his hands clear of the dust from the floor. Duo, likewise, flexed his fingers and wings, just as methodical as you please. He grimaced and touched his side, wincing slightly at the contact.
"Damn, your good. That kick was nasty" He stretched to one side, working the muscle. Nothing damaged, he surmised.
"Not too bad yourself. It was pure luck I blocked the first attack." Trowa walked over and stood beside Quatre. Who was currently looking at both them as if they had grown other heads.
"So ... that's it? You two are friends? You looked like you were both trying to kill each other a minute ago! What happened!?" Quatre pouted and leaned against the wall. "Someone had better start explaining!"
Duo chuckled; a rich, warm sound, "We were both fighting passive-resistance style. Both had the underlying feel of not really wanting to hurt your opponent. More of a friendly spar ... in a deadly sort of way."
Trowa took it up from there, joining Quatre against the wall. "The two fighting styles, though radically different, were essentially the same."
Duo took up the thread "Both very effective at damaging your opponent - "
"While allowing you time to get free." Trowa finished up. He and Duo grinned at each other, friendship already formed.
Quatre glanced from one to the other. He sighed, and pushed himself off the wall. He was about to say something about the two overzealous fighters, when the sound of doom echoed throughout the school. The bell rang, signalling the end of fourth period.
Trowa and Quatre looked at each other in panic. As one, they both grabbed one of Duo's hands, and began pulling him down the hall, back towards the safety of the music room.
~*~
As they neared the music room doors, shouts and jeers were starting to come their way. Cries of "The little faggot boys" and "Go to Hell, Aids- fuckers" were most common.
Trowa and Quatre broke into an all-out sprint as the insult shouting crowd began to throw things at them. Everything from crumpled pieces of paper to used condoms flew all around them. Even a cafeteria tray thunked against the doors as the trio slipped in, locking the doors behind them to thwart any over eager haters.
Quatre sat down on the floor, swiping his fingers through his bangs to rid himself of a piece of chewing gum thrown by the hecklers in the hall. Trowa sat down next to him, aiding his friend with the sticky pink goo. The
Quatre sighed, "That was too close for comfort, Trowa. They almost had us!"
Duo peeked out the window of the door. The crowd was dispersing,
going to their various classes, but not without casting dark looks at the music room.
He turned to face the two on the ground. "What the Hell was that about?" he asked, reaching behind him to pick out a protractor that was caught in his wing.
Trowa refused to meet Duo's eyes when he answered. "We, like yourself, are outcasts here" He gave a look to Quatre, who placed a hand over his and nodded for him to continue. "We are the first and only gay couple to ever attended this school."
"What do you want of me?" He asked cautiously.
Quatre smiled. "Well you name would be nice, if you could spare it."
Duo grinned evilly. Quatre wondered briefly if he had made a mistake following the winged boy, when he caught movement from right behind Duo. His eyes flickered towards it and back quickly, as he acknowledged it. The Wingly wasn=t going anywhere.
"My name is Sololo-Du-Maxuwelluo-Shin." Duo put on his haughtiest air.
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Well, Trowa, I think we finally found someone who=s name is harder to say than mine!"
"Quite" A voice, a few notes lower than Quatre=s, came from right behind Duo.
Duo spun around and came face to face with the Bass Player, whom Quatre had called Trowa. Duo instinctively threw a punch, which was blocked and returned just as quickly. Duo narrowly blocked it, and tried to sweep his assailant=s legs out from under him. The Bass player jumped over the move, combining it with a spin kick to Duo=s side. Instead of dodging, Duo grabbed his foot and spun. Trowa landed on his hands, sprung away from Duo, righted himself, and calmly began to wipe his hands clear of the dust from the floor. Duo, likewise, flexed his fingers and wings, just as methodical as you please. He grimaced and touched his side, wincing slightly at the contact.
"Damn, your good. That kick was nasty" He stretched to one side, working the muscle. Nothing damaged, he surmised.
"Not too bad yourself. It was pure luck I blocked the first attack." Trowa walked over and stood beside Quatre. Who was currently looking at both them as if they had grown other heads.
"So ... that's it? You two are friends? You looked like you were both trying to kill each other a minute ago! What happened!?" Quatre pouted and leaned against the wall. "Someone had better start explaining!"
Duo chuckled; a rich, warm sound, "We were both fighting passive-resistance style. Both had the underlying feel of not really wanting to hurt your opponent. More of a friendly spar ... in a deadly sort of way."
Trowa took it up from there, joining Quatre against the wall. "The two fighting styles, though radically different, were essentially the same."
Duo took up the thread "Both very effective at damaging your opponent - "
"While allowing you time to get free." Trowa finished up. He and Duo grinned at each other, friendship already formed.
Quatre glanced from one to the other. He sighed, and pushed himself off the wall. He was about to say something about the two overzealous fighters, when the sound of doom echoed throughout the school. The bell rang, signalling the end of fourth period.
Trowa and Quatre looked at each other in panic. As one, they both grabbed one of Duo's hands, and began pulling him down the hall, back towards the safety of the music room.
~*~
As they neared the music room doors, shouts and jeers were starting to come their way. Cries of "The little faggot boys" and "Go to Hell, Aids- fuckers" were most common.
Trowa and Quatre broke into an all-out sprint as the insult shouting crowd began to throw things at them. Everything from crumpled pieces of paper to used condoms flew all around them. Even a cafeteria tray thunked against the doors as the trio slipped in, locking the doors behind them to thwart any over eager haters.
Quatre sat down on the floor, swiping his fingers through his bangs to rid himself of a piece of chewing gum thrown by the hecklers in the hall. Trowa sat down next to him, aiding his friend with the sticky pink goo. The
Quatre sighed, "That was too close for comfort, Trowa. They almost had us!"
Duo peeked out the window of the door. The crowd was dispersing,
going to their various classes, but not without casting dark looks at the music room.
He turned to face the two on the ground. "What the Hell was that about?" he asked, reaching behind him to pick out a protractor that was caught in his wing.
Trowa refused to meet Duo's eyes when he answered. "We, like yourself, are outcasts here" He gave a look to Quatre, who placed a hand over his and nodded for him to continue. "We are the first and only gay couple to ever attended this school."