Wilde's Requiem
Gwing AU: ^^
Cherries
Tuesday Part Nine: .Suspension?
".kiss me again." That was all Duo had heard before he snapped and threw a spoon at Wufei. Oh the consequences. Quatre looked like he was going to cry, (which might be a good thing); Trowa gave up all hope and stared blankly while patting Quatre's shoulder. Heero may as well been armed to the teeth. He looked like he was going to kill someone, even if it meant with his bare hands. Wufei did what he always did when something threatened his academic interests and perfect GPA. He fainted. Now the principle was staring down at the five of them like they were all ex- convicts. "Sheesh. What a week I'm having. Maybe Wednesday will be cooler. Yeah, I could see myself at the beach or something, chilling and looking cool."
Duo's happy state was interrupted. "Try and look cool later Maxwell. You're suspended. For fighting." Duo fell out his seat. Quatre really started to cry in earnest. Trowa was still in his happy "pet the pretty bunny" place and had no plans for leaving. Heero was looking a bit more frightening. For a moment, Wufei had sat up, but realizing the punishment, promptly returned to his previous slumber.
Duo stood up, "You don't mean that! I threw a stupid spoon! That's all!" Principle Noventa smiled. "Right. You threw a sharp object intending to harm another student." Heero cracked, "What! Sharp object! I'll show you a sharp object!"
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Wufei had reawakened to see security dragging Heero out of the building. A limacine was waiting outside for Quatre and Trowa. Duo's father, a tall and tired looking man was speaking with Heero's parents. "Wufei!" Wufei knew that voice. It was his sister. "Sal-" The elder sibling stood stamping one petite show against the floor. "Don't you Sal me. Go get in the truck now mister!" Wufei pouted, "Yes Sally."
Outside of the school Heero was finally released into the arms of his very angry mother. "He has every right to lash out! What idiot suspends a child on the grounds of tossing a plastic spoon in the trash can!" Mrs. Yuy was a small Japanese woman of the modern world. She was best friends with Mrs. Winner, Mrs. Maxwell and the late Mrs. Chang. Their old club slogan was, "stamp out everything you were told as a girl, you're a woman now!" If Heero was asked who wore the pants in his family, obviously it wasn't his kimono wearing, flower arranging father. It was the little CEO with a gun license.
Duo's father sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Michiko, calm down. It's no big deal. They're only out for the rest of the week." Sally scoffed, "Yeah right. And you want to take care of *that* for the rest of the week on your own?" She pointed to the braided boy who was skipping around the flagpole chanting, "Whoopee! I'm going to the beach!" Duo's father nodded, "I'll handle it, somehow. Come on boy. Get in the car. You're grounded." Duo pouted, "But dad! I want to go to the beach!" Mr. Maxwell sat in his car and started the engine over his son's protest. "See ya."
Mr. and Mrs. Yuy were leaving as well. "Come on sweetie, mother's going to make some soup when we get home." Heero nodded, "Whatever mother." He waved timidly to Wufei. "I'll call you later Wufei." Wufei nodded, but his sister disagreed. "That phone is going to be disconnected young man! No calls at all until you're back at school!" Wufei pouted. "Sally, it's not my fault. You know me better than this. Please don't take my phone away. It's all I have in that house. The only thing I ever bought." Between his pouting lips and big brown eyes, Sally didn't know which to say no to first. Oh the power of being an elder sibling was intoxicating. But maybe things were a bit rough now with their parents gone. ". Eh, I'll think about it. Get inside."
Before Wufei sat in beside his sister, a certain teacher ran out to say goodbye. "Wufei! Wait a moment." Wufei nodded and looked through the passenger to his sister. "Just a second. My teacher wants to say something." He ran off towards the ginger haired man. "Yes sir." Treize frowned. "I have to say that I'm disappointed. I have a feeling you students are being wrongly accused. Unfortunately, I cannot change the matter. However, I was hoping you could still come by and work on the music for Milli." Wufei nodded. "I would like to sir. I'm not sure my sister will let me leave the house though.. Um sir?"
Treize was making his way towards the little red truck. "Excuse me, Miss Chang?" Sally rolled the window down. "Yes." Treize nodded, "I have a favor to ask. You see, I've recently assigned Wufei to a writing project for my literature class. My roommate happens to be a musician and the boy has been employed as a songwriter. I wonder if it's not too much to ask for him to continue working on it outside of school." Sally raised an eyebrow. "And what's your name?" Treize bowed, "Oh do forgive me, how rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Treize Khushrenada." Sally sighed, "And just where do you want my little brother running off to?" Treize flashed an enchanting smile. "Well in Milliard's studio. It use to be the basement but between some hard work it come out rather nice. He needs a ride?" Sally nodded, "I don't like for him to go anywhere on his own. I don't even know where you live."
Wufei knew what was going on. It was "the interrogation." Anyone who approached his sister had to go through one. "Well I could pick him up." Sally shook her head. "No, I don't know you." Treize frowned. Oh I see. Then we should get to know each other. How about over dinner. A small parent/teacher conference. How does that sound." To Sally it sounded like a date. To Wufei, it sounded like a deathtrap. // "She's going to roast him and the rock star guy!" //
After receiving a consenting nod, Treize bowed again and walked away. Wufei sat in the car a bit embarrassed. "So are we going to his house?" Sally smiled. "He was so gorgeous! I think he was checking me out! What? Oh yeah, I have to bring you along too I guess." Wufei slumped in his seat. "Yeah, I guess."
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After hearing his phone ring twice, Wufei answered with permission from his sister. "Hello?"
"Wufei?"
"Heero?"
The Japanese sighed, "Sheesh. My mom's on a rant in the next room. How are you doing?"
"Me? Well, Sally thinks she has a date with my teacher, I was suspended and you made Duo throw a fork at me! I'm fine!"
"Calm down." Heero was rubbing his ear on the other line.
"Calm down! My whole life just went down the toilet!"
"Duo was right." Heero sighed.
"What?"
"You are spastic."
"Shut up Yuy!"
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TBC
Gwing AU: ^^
Cherries
Tuesday Part Nine: .Suspension?
".kiss me again." That was all Duo had heard before he snapped and threw a spoon at Wufei. Oh the consequences. Quatre looked like he was going to cry, (which might be a good thing); Trowa gave up all hope and stared blankly while patting Quatre's shoulder. Heero may as well been armed to the teeth. He looked like he was going to kill someone, even if it meant with his bare hands. Wufei did what he always did when something threatened his academic interests and perfect GPA. He fainted. Now the principle was staring down at the five of them like they were all ex- convicts. "Sheesh. What a week I'm having. Maybe Wednesday will be cooler. Yeah, I could see myself at the beach or something, chilling and looking cool."
Duo's happy state was interrupted. "Try and look cool later Maxwell. You're suspended. For fighting." Duo fell out his seat. Quatre really started to cry in earnest. Trowa was still in his happy "pet the pretty bunny" place and had no plans for leaving. Heero was looking a bit more frightening. For a moment, Wufei had sat up, but realizing the punishment, promptly returned to his previous slumber.
Duo stood up, "You don't mean that! I threw a stupid spoon! That's all!" Principle Noventa smiled. "Right. You threw a sharp object intending to harm another student." Heero cracked, "What! Sharp object! I'll show you a sharp object!"
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Wufei had reawakened to see security dragging Heero out of the building. A limacine was waiting outside for Quatre and Trowa. Duo's father, a tall and tired looking man was speaking with Heero's parents. "Wufei!" Wufei knew that voice. It was his sister. "Sal-" The elder sibling stood stamping one petite show against the floor. "Don't you Sal me. Go get in the truck now mister!" Wufei pouted, "Yes Sally."
Outside of the school Heero was finally released into the arms of his very angry mother. "He has every right to lash out! What idiot suspends a child on the grounds of tossing a plastic spoon in the trash can!" Mrs. Yuy was a small Japanese woman of the modern world. She was best friends with Mrs. Winner, Mrs. Maxwell and the late Mrs. Chang. Their old club slogan was, "stamp out everything you were told as a girl, you're a woman now!" If Heero was asked who wore the pants in his family, obviously it wasn't his kimono wearing, flower arranging father. It was the little CEO with a gun license.
Duo's father sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Michiko, calm down. It's no big deal. They're only out for the rest of the week." Sally scoffed, "Yeah right. And you want to take care of *that* for the rest of the week on your own?" She pointed to the braided boy who was skipping around the flagpole chanting, "Whoopee! I'm going to the beach!" Duo's father nodded, "I'll handle it, somehow. Come on boy. Get in the car. You're grounded." Duo pouted, "But dad! I want to go to the beach!" Mr. Maxwell sat in his car and started the engine over his son's protest. "See ya."
Mr. and Mrs. Yuy were leaving as well. "Come on sweetie, mother's going to make some soup when we get home." Heero nodded, "Whatever mother." He waved timidly to Wufei. "I'll call you later Wufei." Wufei nodded, but his sister disagreed. "That phone is going to be disconnected young man! No calls at all until you're back at school!" Wufei pouted. "Sally, it's not my fault. You know me better than this. Please don't take my phone away. It's all I have in that house. The only thing I ever bought." Between his pouting lips and big brown eyes, Sally didn't know which to say no to first. Oh the power of being an elder sibling was intoxicating. But maybe things were a bit rough now with their parents gone. ". Eh, I'll think about it. Get inside."
Before Wufei sat in beside his sister, a certain teacher ran out to say goodbye. "Wufei! Wait a moment." Wufei nodded and looked through the passenger to his sister. "Just a second. My teacher wants to say something." He ran off towards the ginger haired man. "Yes sir." Treize frowned. "I have to say that I'm disappointed. I have a feeling you students are being wrongly accused. Unfortunately, I cannot change the matter. However, I was hoping you could still come by and work on the music for Milli." Wufei nodded. "I would like to sir. I'm not sure my sister will let me leave the house though.. Um sir?"
Treize was making his way towards the little red truck. "Excuse me, Miss Chang?" Sally rolled the window down. "Yes." Treize nodded, "I have a favor to ask. You see, I've recently assigned Wufei to a writing project for my literature class. My roommate happens to be a musician and the boy has been employed as a songwriter. I wonder if it's not too much to ask for him to continue working on it outside of school." Sally raised an eyebrow. "And what's your name?" Treize bowed, "Oh do forgive me, how rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Treize Khushrenada." Sally sighed, "And just where do you want my little brother running off to?" Treize flashed an enchanting smile. "Well in Milliard's studio. It use to be the basement but between some hard work it come out rather nice. He needs a ride?" Sally nodded, "I don't like for him to go anywhere on his own. I don't even know where you live."
Wufei knew what was going on. It was "the interrogation." Anyone who approached his sister had to go through one. "Well I could pick him up." Sally shook her head. "No, I don't know you." Treize frowned. Oh I see. Then we should get to know each other. How about over dinner. A small parent/teacher conference. How does that sound." To Sally it sounded like a date. To Wufei, it sounded like a deathtrap. // "She's going to roast him and the rock star guy!" //
After receiving a consenting nod, Treize bowed again and walked away. Wufei sat in the car a bit embarrassed. "So are we going to his house?" Sally smiled. "He was so gorgeous! I think he was checking me out! What? Oh yeah, I have to bring you along too I guess." Wufei slumped in his seat. "Yeah, I guess."
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After hearing his phone ring twice, Wufei answered with permission from his sister. "Hello?"
"Wufei?"
"Heero?"
The Japanese sighed, "Sheesh. My mom's on a rant in the next room. How are you doing?"
"Me? Well, Sally thinks she has a date with my teacher, I was suspended and you made Duo throw a fork at me! I'm fine!"
"Calm down." Heero was rubbing his ear on the other line.
"Calm down! My whole life just went down the toilet!"
"Duo was right." Heero sighed.
"What?"
"You are spastic."
"Shut up Yuy!"
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TBC