Wilde's Requiem
Gwing AU: ^^
Cherries
Tuesday Part Eight: A Spoon is Something to Eat With!
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Duo sighed and packed his book bag. He knew that there was something fishy going on. // "Why on earth would Heero suddenly be interested in the Fei- boy?" // The braided young man giggled, // "Haha, Fei-boy. Man that sounds gay. I'm going to think of a few good insults and totally wallop that kid. Then they'll break up and we can all go back to being friends again. If Quatre gets over it, that is." //
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The aforementioned blonde wasn't over it. Limping to the lunch room, he rolled his eyes every time Trowa impaired his vision. It was going to be a long day for Trowa Barton. He hated days that took too long. They made the evenings short. Duo shrugged off all of his bad feelings and prepared for his attack. He would have to be a little cut-throat but the end result would be a happy group of friends again. At least he was planning that, before Heero and Wufei walked in, looked around the cafeteria and walked back out into the hallway. Duo slapped his forehead, // "Damn it! Now I have to follow them!" //
Trowa caught the braided boys arm, "Stop acting desperate. Sit down and wait for them to come back in. There's something not quite right about this sudden relationship. Besides, I don't think Wufei's even interested in Heero." Duo shoved the his hand away. "Yeah right. I know that. I'm just going to go set them straight. Here comes Quatre okay. I got four dollars for you to buy him all the little fruit cups he ever wanted. See ya."
Quatre sat down right after Duo ran off. "I'm not speaking to you. So don't try talking to me." Trowa sighed. "I just want to take care of you Quatre. Stop acting this way." The blonde looked down at his plate, "You want to take care of Wufei too, right." Trowa frowned, "I want to take care of Duo, Heero, and Wufei. They're my friends. For a few months after his little growth spurt, I had a crush on Wufei. Nothing more to it than that." Quatre finally smiled and looked into Trowa eyes. "Then why do you want to take care of me?" Trowa blushed, ". because I, I already said this. Last night. and ever since I first met you, I love you." Quatre took a sip bite of pineapple from his fruit cup. "Yeah, well I know. Just making sure you felt the same way."
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Out side of the lunchroom, Heero pulled Wufei towards his locker. "You aren't doing anything!" Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Come again?" Heero rolled his eyes, "You are suppose to be my boyfriend remember. So act happy about it. You didn't even sit next to me last period!" The Chinese boy was about to explode. He thought Heero would have known better. "What the hell! Do you mean I have to sit next to you, walk in your arms and gaze at you like I'm Relena or something." Heero stepped back. "No, nothing that severe. maybe."
"Yuy!" Wufei shouted. "I give up! I don't want to play this stupid jealousy game with you! Ask someone else! Relena would be more than happy!" Heero stood quiet. He watched the little boy with a mad blush across his cheeks and pink raising in his ears. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're kind of. you're cute when you're angry, Wufei."
Before Wufei could question the last statement, and without any warning, Heero kissed him. For someone he was expecting either fireworks or frozen lips, but Wufei didn't fell anything. It was just touch of lips to him, and it was over in a second. "What?" Heero smiled, "Just shut up, play along, and make Duo jealous, okay." Wufei nodded numbly. "Right, whatever. Just don't kiss me again."
Before the two could turn back into the cafeteria, a surprise met them head on. A spoon going past the legal speed limit for eating utensils swished pass Heero's head. Heero luckily dodged the plastic assault, but Wufei was not as lucky. An angry SD version of the Chinese boy arose from the ground with a broken spoon and grinding teeth. He looked at the obvious assailant. "MAXWELL!"
Duo looked up then to both sides. "Hey you deserved a spooning, Fei-boy!" Wufei threw the spoon to the ground. "You bastard!" He started to throw one back, but something caught his arm.
Principle Noventa stood over the young man. "Mr. Chang! A spoon is something to eat with, not throw! Especially in a learning establishment! Come with me!" Wufei stood bug-eyed. "What! No! Maxwell started it, honest! OW!" The forty-something principle was not in the mood for this bunch today. The five of them were familiar with her office at some point, but because of their academic standing as the "perfect students" and the fact that one of them was the heir of the buildings namesake (Winner High School), it was hard to actually suspend them or anything.
The old grizzled man looked around for the other suspected criminals. The son of the schools benefactor sat beside the circus boy. The boy who blew up the same Chemistry lab, twice, in under 2 minutes was playing with his ridiculously long braid. The suspiciously quiet ammunition expert was glaring at him. In his grasp was the little boy who beat up two of the best jocks because "they insulted the dignity of a piece of literature." Principle Noventa smiled, "Well now. What a pretty bunch! My office now! The five of you! You know who you are!"
TBC.
*giggles* They're going to the principle! Nah-nah-nah- OW! A spoon? Who the hell threw that?!
Gwing AU: ^^
Cherries
Tuesday Part Eight: A Spoon is Something to Eat With!
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Duo sighed and packed his book bag. He knew that there was something fishy going on. // "Why on earth would Heero suddenly be interested in the Fei- boy?" // The braided young man giggled, // "Haha, Fei-boy. Man that sounds gay. I'm going to think of a few good insults and totally wallop that kid. Then they'll break up and we can all go back to being friends again. If Quatre gets over it, that is." //
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The aforementioned blonde wasn't over it. Limping to the lunch room, he rolled his eyes every time Trowa impaired his vision. It was going to be a long day for Trowa Barton. He hated days that took too long. They made the evenings short. Duo shrugged off all of his bad feelings and prepared for his attack. He would have to be a little cut-throat but the end result would be a happy group of friends again. At least he was planning that, before Heero and Wufei walked in, looked around the cafeteria and walked back out into the hallway. Duo slapped his forehead, // "Damn it! Now I have to follow them!" //
Trowa caught the braided boys arm, "Stop acting desperate. Sit down and wait for them to come back in. There's something not quite right about this sudden relationship. Besides, I don't think Wufei's even interested in Heero." Duo shoved the his hand away. "Yeah right. I know that. I'm just going to go set them straight. Here comes Quatre okay. I got four dollars for you to buy him all the little fruit cups he ever wanted. See ya."
Quatre sat down right after Duo ran off. "I'm not speaking to you. So don't try talking to me." Trowa sighed. "I just want to take care of you Quatre. Stop acting this way." The blonde looked down at his plate, "You want to take care of Wufei too, right." Trowa frowned, "I want to take care of Duo, Heero, and Wufei. They're my friends. For a few months after his little growth spurt, I had a crush on Wufei. Nothing more to it than that." Quatre finally smiled and looked into Trowa eyes. "Then why do you want to take care of me?" Trowa blushed, ". because I, I already said this. Last night. and ever since I first met you, I love you." Quatre took a sip bite of pineapple from his fruit cup. "Yeah, well I know. Just making sure you felt the same way."
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Out side of the lunchroom, Heero pulled Wufei towards his locker. "You aren't doing anything!" Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Come again?" Heero rolled his eyes, "You are suppose to be my boyfriend remember. So act happy about it. You didn't even sit next to me last period!" The Chinese boy was about to explode. He thought Heero would have known better. "What the hell! Do you mean I have to sit next to you, walk in your arms and gaze at you like I'm Relena or something." Heero stepped back. "No, nothing that severe. maybe."
"Yuy!" Wufei shouted. "I give up! I don't want to play this stupid jealousy game with you! Ask someone else! Relena would be more than happy!" Heero stood quiet. He watched the little boy with a mad blush across his cheeks and pink raising in his ears. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're kind of. you're cute when you're angry, Wufei."
Before Wufei could question the last statement, and without any warning, Heero kissed him. For someone he was expecting either fireworks or frozen lips, but Wufei didn't fell anything. It was just touch of lips to him, and it was over in a second. "What?" Heero smiled, "Just shut up, play along, and make Duo jealous, okay." Wufei nodded numbly. "Right, whatever. Just don't kiss me again."
Before the two could turn back into the cafeteria, a surprise met them head on. A spoon going past the legal speed limit for eating utensils swished pass Heero's head. Heero luckily dodged the plastic assault, but Wufei was not as lucky. An angry SD version of the Chinese boy arose from the ground with a broken spoon and grinding teeth. He looked at the obvious assailant. "MAXWELL!"
Duo looked up then to both sides. "Hey you deserved a spooning, Fei-boy!" Wufei threw the spoon to the ground. "You bastard!" He started to throw one back, but something caught his arm.
Principle Noventa stood over the young man. "Mr. Chang! A spoon is something to eat with, not throw! Especially in a learning establishment! Come with me!" Wufei stood bug-eyed. "What! No! Maxwell started it, honest! OW!" The forty-something principle was not in the mood for this bunch today. The five of them were familiar with her office at some point, but because of their academic standing as the "perfect students" and the fact that one of them was the heir of the buildings namesake (Winner High School), it was hard to actually suspend them or anything.
The old grizzled man looked around for the other suspected criminals. The son of the schools benefactor sat beside the circus boy. The boy who blew up the same Chemistry lab, twice, in under 2 minutes was playing with his ridiculously long braid. The suspiciously quiet ammunition expert was glaring at him. In his grasp was the little boy who beat up two of the best jocks because "they insulted the dignity of a piece of literature." Principle Noventa smiled, "Well now. What a pretty bunch! My office now! The five of you! You know who you are!"
TBC.
*giggles* They're going to the principle! Nah-nah-nah- OW! A spoon? Who the hell threw that?!