Warning: minor violence in this section, nothing big… but thought I'd warn you.

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to update again, I just sorta fell out of writhing for a while there, all better now though, so no worries.

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As Heero watched the two move off, the kid with the braid resting his head on the blonde's shoulder, he failed to notice the girl that came up behind him. He blinked when she spoke, turning slowly. She was pretty…. shorter than him, but nice looking. She had a bluish blackish hair, obviously dyed and a round face. He bowed slightly to her and murmured "Sorry…. I didn't hear you, could you repeat that?"

A light blush colored the Japanese teen's face, and he was glad for his dark skin tone; it hid the blush well. She was laughing at him. Laughing. She shook her head some and gestured down the hall in the direction the other two had gone. "You're new here huh?" She shook her head, not giving him time to answer before continuing, "Of course you are; nobody who's lived around this city messes with them. That blonde kid? He's the son of one of the president of the biggest company in the state." Heero nodded a little bit and looked slightly confused. The girl seemed to pick up on that and grinned "Don't worry about it, I know them, my brother used to go to school with them, they're from some yuppie private school that got closed over the summer, so they transferred here… but according to my brother, you don't mess with them, 'specially not the one with the braid… he's off limits, no matter if you just wanna be friends or what. Winner keeps him on a tight leash."

Heero just blinked a little bit, watching as that dark haired, insanely perky girl walked off. He nodded slightly and muttered softly "Thanks I guess…" He shook his head some and got the rest of his books out of the locker, grabbing his backpack and heading towards his class.

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Once they were in their classroom, Duo turned to Quatre and growled a little at him, glaring some at his little love. "What was that about, huh? You gave me a bruise!" There was a slight pout to the way that the American glared to his boyfriend; something only he could do.

Quatre sighed and rolled his eyes. "Shini-kun, you know that I didn't intentionally hurt you, but he was staring. You know how I get, and you never know about those minorities… I don't like it here, I want to go back to Central conservatory."

Duo growled and glared before turning away from the smaller boy "You did mean to hurt me and you know it. Don't change the subject, Quatre! I don't think you would have slapped me in the bathroom if you hadn't meant to hurt me!" There was a sad tone in his voice, as well as resentment. "And I like it here. There are a lot more people. I hated it at the conservatory… everyone was a proper upright little pussy! Those aren't real people Quatre, you're going to have to learn to deal with other sorts of people, you can't live in that kind a world all your life."

Duo bit back a cry of pain when his hair was yanked in order to turn his head in combination with the backhanded smack across his cheek. He bit down hard on his lower lip as his little lover leaned forward and whispered in his ear angrily, "You dare speak to me like that, Maxwell? You owe my family and me everything! Don't you dare speak ill about what my father gave to you do you understand me? Never question me again, Duo." The brown haired boy nodded slowly, his eyes cast downwards. Quatre, seeming satisfied, nodded some, tugged once more on the braid. Duo understood. He shifted some and moved his desk a little closer to the Arabian's, leaning lightly against him. Again, the blonde nodded some, satisfied, and wrapped an arm around the American's shoulders, kissing his cheek where a red mark was strikingly visible against Duo's mostly pale skin.

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Heero got to the class ahead of most of the other students and blinked, surprised. It seemed that the two from the hallway were in his class. He saw the two speaking quietly in the back of the classroom; desks pushed together, the blonde's arm about the other's shoulders. Something seemed slightly off though, and he couldn't tell what it was exactly. The Japanese youth shook his head some and pushed his messy bangs out of his face. He took a seat towards the back; he chose to sit a seat in front of the two and two rows over. He looked at them from under his bangs as he set his backpack on the floor next to his desk. Something was definitely wrong. The American was far more subdued now than he had been… but then again, maybe he was just playing too much into it. He slid into his seat as the rush of kids came in before the bell rang, signaling the start of class.

As the day continued, Heero noticed a pattern, every class he was in, had at least one of the two in it. He started looking around after he noticed one or the other, and every time he saw the second as well. He sighed softly to himself shaking his head. This is going to be a long year.