This is a Gundam Wing Clamp Campus Detactives Crossover with shonanai. Oh and I don't own the cute boys I just use them temperarily.
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For The Sake Of Higher Education.
Chapter 3
The dinner was ordered and eaten with little notice past the conversation. Trowa watched Quatre carefully, something was stirring inside the Heavy arms pilot whenever he saw his fellow pilot glance at Nokoru, and it appeared to be happening a lot. 'Maybe he's just worried about Nokoru seeing through him.' Suddenly he heard a voice say,
You're just jealous he's not looking at you.
'WHAT?'
You're jealous.
'Who are you and why would I be jealous? He's just my friend.'
I am you stupid. And you want him as more than just a friend.
'Now I know you're foolish ,I do not want that.' Then Quatre looked at him and smiled like the sun.
Sure right. the voice dripped with sarcasm.
'Get lost.' He shoved the voice aside in time to hear Akira ask, "Do you enjoy gymnastics?"
~~~~
Nokoru watched happily as the conversation twisted to hobbies. "I do a little bit of cooking my self." Akira confessed at Duo's prompt.
Nokoru laughed, "Akira that's like saying I go to a party every once in a while." Akira blushed. "Honestly," Nokoru said facing his guests. "Akira is a fantastic cook."
"How about you Ms. Story." Akira said trying to steer the conversation. "What do you like to do?"
"Well Kim and I enjoy swimming, any chance we get," she said sipping he soda.
'They like to swim?' Nokoru thought, 'But their files say they are allergic to chlorine.' Slowly a plan took form.
~~~~
Duo realized his mistake as soon as he had made it. He was about to say something else, but Quatre beat him to it. "Because of our allergies we get little opportunity, so we're not very good." The blond pilot looked at his watch. Suoh seamed to read the mood.
"We should probably go home. I know Akira and I have early classes. And I am sure some of you do as well."
Nokoru quickly arranged for prepaid taxis home for every one.
~~ The next morning ~~
Quatre brushed his hair as idea accrued to him. "Duo?" The braided pilot looked up from searching for his 'bra' "What do you think about me taking cooking classes?"
"Why would you do that? You have all those guys that do everything for you." Duo said returning to his search.
"But when I'm on a mission what am I supposes to do? I feel bad making Trowa and Heero cook all the time. Don't you?" Violet eyes looked up sparkling with mischief.
"Soooo." Duo cooed, "Do you want to do it for any particular person?" Quatre cursed his fair complexion as he blushed. Then Duo spared him his response, "Why not, sounds like fun, I'll even go with you."
~~ During after noon classes ~~
Akira looked at the collage level students that he taught, and noticed a tall dark skinned student that showed a lot of promises. Tada Ikeda had wild blue hair, top of his class, and always happy. But right now he looked positively grieving.
"Mr. Ikeda," He called his student. Said student did all but literally drag himself over. "Are you okay?"
"Yea," his voice was empty, "I just got some bad news from home, and a little trouble sleeping."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No, no thanks. I'm fine just a bit tired."
"Well you're health is more important than crab balls. Go home and get some rest."
"But?"
"Go," Akira all but ordered, he had seen Tada all but kill himself in the effort to be at class. "You can always make it up later." Nodding the blue haired youth left, Akira then promised himself he would help the young man. Just then head of chestnut hair peeked in. As he checked to make sure all the groups were busy he went to the door.
"Hi Mr. Ijyuin." Amber chimed.
He felt his cheeks flush, "Please call me Akira, you are my upper classmen Ms. Story."
She smiled, "Only as long as you call me Amber. Miss makes me feel old."
Akira laughed at the thought of a spunky old woman with a long gray braid coiling behind her, "Okay, so how can I help you?"
Then Kim, who had been standing behind her friend the whole time, spoke up, "We want to take cooking classes."
"That's great, but why tell me?"
"Because all the classes are full," Kim said looking down as her hands, "And I only know how to heat soup."
"At least they let you in the kitchen," Amber grumbled.
Akira then saw it, they wanted to cook for someone. Well he would love to help, "Sure, I can teach you. I'll try to meet you for lunch but if not call me later."
He handed them each his card, "I'm kind of in the middle of class." They both nodded thanks as he went back to his class.
~~ Later when the pilot actually went to class ~~
"Are you sure?" Dou asked the black haired girl next to him in math class.
"Yea, I've heard it myself in the basement. Like people arguing, but only during the day."
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," he reassured her. Sitting back looking at the teacher he relaxed, they finally had a lead.
When Duo and Quatre meet the others for lunch they didn't get to talk much since Akira showed up shortly after. Duo and Quatre hustled him away from the others, and private classes were arranged for Saturday afternoons, and he left for council duties.
~~~~
Heero watched with some amusement as the two returned. "Nice boyfriend." He said in his most monotone voice.
But instead of a blush, a smirk spread on Duo's face. "Yea," he sighed looking like a dreamy schoolgirl, "Hundreds want him, but I have him. Buuuuut," He cooed siting in Heero's lap, Duo then put his arms around Heero's neck, "I could be convinced to give him up." Heero felt his cheeks flush, and tried to push the other pilot off, but Duo's hold was too strong.
"Just don't let it interfere with the mission." The Wing pilot ground out.
Duo sighed, "Sure,"
The rest of lunch wasn't quite as eventful except there were other noises being reported by the boys in the gym locker room. That night they would investigate. Duo and Quatre in the dorms, Trowa and Heero in the gym, Wufei was left out because his roommate might miss him.
~~ That Night ~~
Quatre looked down into the basement of the girl's dorm, all was quiet, after all it was 9 o'clock at night. He had to do this alone.
~~~~~
Earlier
~~~~~~~
"Amber! Where are you headed? We have a test in the morning." The two pilots stopped, but Quatre was around the hall corner.
"Gods." Duo whispered, "Here, you go I'll follow you as soon as I ditch her." He pressed a knife in the Arabian's hands and turned. "Hi, Diana."
~~~~
Done
~~~~~
He had to do this. Slipping the knife under his belt he slowly made his way down.
~~ In the gym ~~
Trowa preformed a last flip on the parallel bars, as the last person left him and Heero alone in the gym. The two pilots then began their search of the locker rooms.
~~ Girls' Dorm Basement ~~
Quatre reached the bottom of the long flight of stairs when something grabbed him. "You're that sick pilot's girl aren't you? There's no mistaking that braid I saw on the news awhile back," Quatre was tossed on the floor hard enough for him to see stars. "That sick'o crossdressen then bringing his dame with him? I'll teach him not to take his girl around with him." A large hand grabbed a fistful of blond hair, greasy mustached lips covered his own.
~~ In a four-poster bed nearly a mile away ~~
Nokoru stirred in his sleep, some thing was wrong. He sat up fully awake, there was no time to call Suoh or Akira. Kim needed help now. In an instant he was gone.
~~ In the older male dorms ~~
Wufei was awake in the spacious front room studying for his test when the door to Suoh's room flew open. The blue haired ninja was a blur out the door. In fascination he followed.
~~ TBC ~~~
Oh and I'm making the chapters shorter so there is less wait time. ^-^
Note:
Thoughts .. ( )
Definitions.. # #
Speech. standard.
Writing.. // //
Other voices
For The Sake Of Higher Education.
Chapter 3
The dinner was ordered and eaten with little notice past the conversation. Trowa watched Quatre carefully, something was stirring inside the Heavy arms pilot whenever he saw his fellow pilot glance at Nokoru, and it appeared to be happening a lot. 'Maybe he's just worried about Nokoru seeing through him.' Suddenly he heard a voice say,
You're just jealous he's not looking at you.
'WHAT?'
You're jealous.
'Who are you and why would I be jealous? He's just my friend.'
I am you stupid. And you want him as more than just a friend.
'Now I know you're foolish ,I do not want that.' Then Quatre looked at him and smiled like the sun.
Sure right. the voice dripped with sarcasm.
'Get lost.' He shoved the voice aside in time to hear Akira ask, "Do you enjoy gymnastics?"
~~~~
Nokoru watched happily as the conversation twisted to hobbies. "I do a little bit of cooking my self." Akira confessed at Duo's prompt.
Nokoru laughed, "Akira that's like saying I go to a party every once in a while." Akira blushed. "Honestly," Nokoru said facing his guests. "Akira is a fantastic cook."
"How about you Ms. Story." Akira said trying to steer the conversation. "What do you like to do?"
"Well Kim and I enjoy swimming, any chance we get," she said sipping he soda.
'They like to swim?' Nokoru thought, 'But their files say they are allergic to chlorine.' Slowly a plan took form.
~~~~
Duo realized his mistake as soon as he had made it. He was about to say something else, but Quatre beat him to it. "Because of our allergies we get little opportunity, so we're not very good." The blond pilot looked at his watch. Suoh seamed to read the mood.
"We should probably go home. I know Akira and I have early classes. And I am sure some of you do as well."
Nokoru quickly arranged for prepaid taxis home for every one.
~~ The next morning ~~
Quatre brushed his hair as idea accrued to him. "Duo?" The braided pilot looked up from searching for his 'bra' "What do you think about me taking cooking classes?"
"Why would you do that? You have all those guys that do everything for you." Duo said returning to his search.
"But when I'm on a mission what am I supposes to do? I feel bad making Trowa and Heero cook all the time. Don't you?" Violet eyes looked up sparkling with mischief.
"Soooo." Duo cooed, "Do you want to do it for any particular person?" Quatre cursed his fair complexion as he blushed. Then Duo spared him his response, "Why not, sounds like fun, I'll even go with you."
~~ During after noon classes ~~
Akira looked at the collage level students that he taught, and noticed a tall dark skinned student that showed a lot of promises. Tada Ikeda had wild blue hair, top of his class, and always happy. But right now he looked positively grieving.
"Mr. Ikeda," He called his student. Said student did all but literally drag himself over. "Are you okay?"
"Yea," his voice was empty, "I just got some bad news from home, and a little trouble sleeping."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No, no thanks. I'm fine just a bit tired."
"Well you're health is more important than crab balls. Go home and get some rest."
"But?"
"Go," Akira all but ordered, he had seen Tada all but kill himself in the effort to be at class. "You can always make it up later." Nodding the blue haired youth left, Akira then promised himself he would help the young man. Just then head of chestnut hair peeked in. As he checked to make sure all the groups were busy he went to the door.
"Hi Mr. Ijyuin." Amber chimed.
He felt his cheeks flush, "Please call me Akira, you are my upper classmen Ms. Story."
She smiled, "Only as long as you call me Amber. Miss makes me feel old."
Akira laughed at the thought of a spunky old woman with a long gray braid coiling behind her, "Okay, so how can I help you?"
Then Kim, who had been standing behind her friend the whole time, spoke up, "We want to take cooking classes."
"That's great, but why tell me?"
"Because all the classes are full," Kim said looking down as her hands, "And I only know how to heat soup."
"At least they let you in the kitchen," Amber grumbled.
Akira then saw it, they wanted to cook for someone. Well he would love to help, "Sure, I can teach you. I'll try to meet you for lunch but if not call me later."
He handed them each his card, "I'm kind of in the middle of class." They both nodded thanks as he went back to his class.
~~ Later when the pilot actually went to class ~~
"Are you sure?" Dou asked the black haired girl next to him in math class.
"Yea, I've heard it myself in the basement. Like people arguing, but only during the day."
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," he reassured her. Sitting back looking at the teacher he relaxed, they finally had a lead.
When Duo and Quatre meet the others for lunch they didn't get to talk much since Akira showed up shortly after. Duo and Quatre hustled him away from the others, and private classes were arranged for Saturday afternoons, and he left for council duties.
~~~~
Heero watched with some amusement as the two returned. "Nice boyfriend." He said in his most monotone voice.
But instead of a blush, a smirk spread on Duo's face. "Yea," he sighed looking like a dreamy schoolgirl, "Hundreds want him, but I have him. Buuuuut," He cooed siting in Heero's lap, Duo then put his arms around Heero's neck, "I could be convinced to give him up." Heero felt his cheeks flush, and tried to push the other pilot off, but Duo's hold was too strong.
"Just don't let it interfere with the mission." The Wing pilot ground out.
Duo sighed, "Sure,"
The rest of lunch wasn't quite as eventful except there were other noises being reported by the boys in the gym locker room. That night they would investigate. Duo and Quatre in the dorms, Trowa and Heero in the gym, Wufei was left out because his roommate might miss him.
~~ That Night ~~
Quatre looked down into the basement of the girl's dorm, all was quiet, after all it was 9 o'clock at night. He had to do this alone.
~~~~~
Earlier
~~~~~~~
"Amber! Where are you headed? We have a test in the morning." The two pilots stopped, but Quatre was around the hall corner.
"Gods." Duo whispered, "Here, you go I'll follow you as soon as I ditch her." He pressed a knife in the Arabian's hands and turned. "Hi, Diana."
~~~~
Done
~~~~~
He had to do this. Slipping the knife under his belt he slowly made his way down.
~~ In the gym ~~
Trowa preformed a last flip on the parallel bars, as the last person left him and Heero alone in the gym. The two pilots then began their search of the locker rooms.
~~ Girls' Dorm Basement ~~
Quatre reached the bottom of the long flight of stairs when something grabbed him. "You're that sick pilot's girl aren't you? There's no mistaking that braid I saw on the news awhile back," Quatre was tossed on the floor hard enough for him to see stars. "That sick'o crossdressen then bringing his dame with him? I'll teach him not to take his girl around with him." A large hand grabbed a fistful of blond hair, greasy mustached lips covered his own.
~~ In a four-poster bed nearly a mile away ~~
Nokoru stirred in his sleep, some thing was wrong. He sat up fully awake, there was no time to call Suoh or Akira. Kim needed help now. In an instant he was gone.
~~ In the older male dorms ~~
Wufei was awake in the spacious front room studying for his test when the door to Suoh's room flew open. The blue haired ninja was a blur out the door. In fascination he followed.
~~ TBC ~~~
Oh and I'm making the chapters shorter so there is less wait time. ^-^