Chapter Three: The Plot Thinkens...Sorta
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The morning light streamed into the dorm room 12-A, rippling beautifully across the bed sheets and brightening the room. One beam hit Duo directly in the eye.
"Arrrgh!" he shrieked, before falling out of his bed and hitting the floor. "Itaiiiii!"
"Ohayo, baka," said a familiar monotone. Duo looked up to see Heero watching him, amusement barely evident in his usually cold eyes. Heero was already showered and dressed, which was apparent by his damp hair dripping onto his forest green tank top and dark blue jeans. For some reason, Heero was wearing garish looking yellow shoes that completely clashed with the rest of his outfit.To Duo, Heero looked really good this morning.
"Ohayo, Hee-chan! Lookin' edible this morning. Except for those shoes," Duo said, frowning at the offending footwear. "Isn't it illegal to wear something so...ugly?"
"Ha ha. Very funny," Heero said. He helped Duo up, then turned to finish packing the bookbag sitting on the desk. "For your information, these shoes mean alot to me. I not exactly sure why, but they were the only things I had eight months ago."
"Eight months ago..."Duo whispered. "Hey, I've been meanin' to ask you, Trowa said somethin' about an 'Uncle Odin.' Is he who I think he is?"
"Most likely. Are you thinking about the politician?" Heero asked, zipping up the bookbag.
"Yeah. Odin Lowe, ne?" Duo said, going into the closet to rummage for some clothes. He came back out wearing a black t-shirt that said 'Life's a bitch, and then you die' imprinted on it. He also wore loose black Jnco's with a skull design on one pantleg, which spilled over black Dockers. Around his neck was a silver cross, kind of ironic since Catholic religions catered more to the God of Life than Shinigami. Duo moved over to the dresser, pulled out a hairbrush, and began to tame the strands that had escaped his bedtime braid.
"Hai. Odin Lowe. He's my father, and Trowa's Uncle, as you gathered. I just recently found that out, though," Heero said. "You ready?" He turned around and saw that Duo had brushed and rebraided his hair in record time.
"Yeah. Lemme just get my bookbag," Duo said. After he snatched up his black bag, he grinned at Heero. "Breakfast?"
"Breakfast," Heero agreed.
~~~~***~~~~ When the two boys entered the cafeteria, Wufei was already there, at the table from the day before. Directly above him was a large TV none of them had noticed the previous day. A news report flashed across the screen. It looked like some speeches were being given. A woman with darkish purple hair and the same shade eyes stood before a podium, a sad, strained look on her face.
"Hey, Wu-chan. What's up?" Duo asked, less exuberant than usual. It was just that the woman looked familiar, and the look on her face twisted Duo's heart.
"Ohayo, Maxwell," Wufei answered. "Yuy. I was just watching this news report. I feel so sorry for this poor woman." Duo slid into the seat next to Wufei, and Heero sat across from him.
"Why?" Heero asked, temporarily forgetting about lunch. Wufei gestured for him to listen to what the TV was saying. Both Heero and Duo obeyed.
"...It's been over eight months since we've last made contact with the Gundam pilots. As I'm sure all of you recall, we lost their signal somewhere over East Asia. The search has been going on for these last eight months, but we've only gotten one lead. We have reason to believe the pilots were either found by friendlies, Ozzies, or civilians without their fully functioning memory, or...d-dead. The Vice Foreign Minister and former queen of the world has departed to pursue our lead. F-further updates w- when we have them..." And the purple-haired woman burst into tears. An old man moved onto the screen to take the crying woman into his arms.
"M-more on this st-story when we return," a teary-eyed news caster mumbled, before a deodarant commercial abruptly came on.
"Wow.."Duo whispered. "That sucks." The other two boys agreed.
"Who are these ...Gundam pilots?" Wufei asked.
"I heard they're this elite group of men who go around Earth blowing up Ozzies randomly," said a voice from behind Wufei. The Chinese boy turned around to see Trowa and Quatre. The two new arrivals slid into the spaces beside Heero.
"Well, I heard that they're really just sixteen year old teens like you and me, and that there're five of them and they fly huge mobile suits," Quatre piped up.
Duo looked thoughtful, then his eyes widened. "Oi! There's five of us! Maybe we're the Gundam pilots!" he said. Trowa, Wufei and Quatre stared at Duo for a moment before they burst out laughing. Heero just sat there looking thougtful.
"Riiight, Duo. Pull the next one," Wufei wheezed, shooting Duo a discreet look before he began laughing again.
"I guess you guys are right," Duo said slowly, casually glancing at his watch. He squeaked when he saw what time it was. "Ack! We were talking so much we missed breakfast!"
"Not us. Me and Quatre had coffee in our room," Trowa said.
"I have eaten also, Duo," Wufei said. Duo turned to Heero.
"Guess it's just us," Duo said. "A donut okay?" Heero nodded. Duo grabbed two donuts fairly dripping with chocolate frosting, and handed one to Heero.
"Well, who's ready for Geometry?" Wufei said. A chorus of 'me' filled the room. Happily chomping his donut, Duo headed to class, the other four boys close behind.
When they arrived in Geometry, Duo learned a lesson on alarm management. Every seat was filled except for five seats in the front. Duo's mind rebelled against the situation, and his strategic side took over.
"Wu-man, looks like you'll have to work your magic," he said grimly, staring darkly at the five empty seats. "Hee-chan, I think you should help too."
"Help with...what..." Heero began, trailing off as he stared at Wufei. The Chinese teen was currently glaring at students in the back of the room 'til they squirmed and rushed off to find another seat. Wufei was on his second student when Heero shrugged and began to help. They had managed to clear four chairs when the Geometry teacher came in. Panicking, Quatre, Trowa, Heero and Wufei slid into the newly vacated seats. That left Duo with the last remaining empty seat. At the front of the class. Duo's mind repelled at the very idea of sitting there.
"What is your name, boy?" said a smooth, incredibly sexy voice. Duo turned to lock eyes with the most gorgeous teacher he had ever seen. The man was young, with a lean build and tailored clothes that outlined his muscled form. He had ginger-brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
"Duo Maxwell. I run, I hide, I do everything...but I never lie," Duo said, grinning at the teacher. Said teacher scanned Duo closely, taking into account his slightly manic grin.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, would you care to tell me why you are out of your seat- " the man checked his watch. "-nearly five minutes into the class period?"
"Would you?" Duo threw back, smirking. In his mind he was beating the shit out of himself for ruining any chances he might of had with the ginger- haired sex God.
"I do not believe I am required to explain myself Mr.Maxwell," the teacher said. He watched Duo closely, as if deciding something. "But I guess I can't really punish you, since I was late also. You may have a seat Mr.Maxwell."
"Arigato, sir," Duo said, smiling innocently. He sent a dark look at Trowa, Quatre, Heero and Wufei, then slid into the second seat from the left in the front.
"Alright," said the gorgeous teacher. "Welcome to First Level Geometry. I am Professor Treize Khushrenada, your teacher for this year." Treize scanned the faces he saw before him, some expectant. He chuckled. "Before anyone asks, we won't be having that grade school "introduce yourself and tell me your hobbies" crap. This is highschool. Get with the program."
"Here, here!" called a few bold students. Treize nodded to them.
"Now, I feel that testing out your skills is a great way to start the year. How about someone answering the question on the board?" he said. "I need someone to read it aloud first, so I can get used to your voices." Some kid raised his hand. "You? Alright, Mr..."
"Aki Yamamoto, Khushrenada-sensei," said the boy. He was obviously Japanese, with tanned skin much like Heero's, and spiked black hair. He cleared his throat. "Prove that triangle PQR is scalene, using the Circle Point Connector Theorem."[1]
"Any volunteers?" Treize asked. Heero's hand shot up. "How about you..uh.."
"Heero Yuy desu," Heero said decisively. "The problem is simple. If you know the radius, which is obviously 5, and the coordinates, which are (2,6), and the center, which is (5, 6), then you just use this formula..." Heero approached the board and wrote (x-h) squared plus (y-k) squared = 5 squared. " Plugging in the knowns..." Heero changed the equation to (2-5) squared plus (6-6) squared = 25. "Subtract and the answer is..." He wrote 9=25. "that 9 does not equal 25, therefore the problem was a total waste of time since triangle PQR couldn't be scalene anyway. And besides that, who would put a triangle in the middle of a circle?"
The class stared as Heero headed back to his seat. After a moment, Duo began clapping enthusiastically and the rest of the class followed.
"W-well done, Mr. Yuy. I haven't seen math that well done since I was in the army. Well done indeed!" Treize said. He turned to the class. "And for the rest of you, Yuy was correct. The entire problem was a waste of time. I usually use it every year to guage your reaction to math. It was never intended to be solved, for it has no answer. I believe we call that the Assumption Postulate?" Nodding, Treize continued. "Now another example of the Circle Assumption Postulate is..."
As Treize continued his speech about the merrits of the Distance Formula, Duo turned in his seat to grin at Heero. The usually stoic teen's cheeks turned an almost undetectable pink, and Trowa looked on in interest. Duo's grin widened, and he turned back around and got out a sheet of paper. He quickly scrawled a note on it and had it passed back to Heero.
(A/N: Here is who's who...Duo: Hiya! Heero: Hn. Quatre: Hello. Trowa: ... Wufei: Nihao
Hiya Hee-chan! You did great up there! Ya really amazed me! Are ya some kinda supergeek or sumthin?
Duo waited patiently as Heero read his note. Prussian blue eyes looked up and Duo grinned. Shrugging, Heero began to write.
It was nothing. I just happen to like math.
He sent the paper back to Duo, who read it and made a face. He quickly wrote back.
Math? Ewwww! How could you like MATH?! Personally, I hate math. It's stupid. I failed Algebra I like six times.
Really? Math isn't THAT hard...
Yeah it is! Grr! It sucks!
At this point, the conversation gained a new member.
Duo is hopeless at math...
I still don't see what's so hard..
Wu-chan?! Grr! You're killin me here!
Whatever do you mean, my star struck half-brother? *snicker*
Star struck?
Trowa says it's better you don't know Heero.
Dammit! This is MY conversa
Duo was abruptly cut off when the paper was snatched out of his hand. He gulped and looked up slowly. When he saw who it was, he gulped again. "Heh..."
"Something you need to share with the class, Mr. Maxwell?" Treize asked, a small smile quirking his lips and making him look incredibly sexy. He looked down at the note. "Allow me to read it aloud. 'Oh Heero, my undying love for you cannot be hidden any longer. Please, say you feel the same!'" Treize said in a high falsetto. Duo's face turned red with embarassment, and yet he couldn't help laughing. "'Don't worry, my Duo. I will love you forever. But wait, first let's clear up that thing with Aki. I know he's your ex. Tell me you love him no more!'" Treize continued. Now three red faces glared out. Aki was grinning through his blush, and Heero looked like he was choking. Next to him, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were hyperventilating with silent laughter.
Treize continued with his story, imitating Aki begging for Duo back, and Heero bursting into tears. Soon the entire class was laughing. The bell rang in the middle of Duo's impassioned suicide speech. "Well Duo, I hope this teaches you a lesson about passing notes," he said mock-sternly.
Duo laughed. "If I learned anything,, it's that I should pass notes more. That was great!" he cried.
"Hai! You should be an actor!" Aki piped in. Heero just stared stoically ahead until his blush faded.
"Well, I guess I went about the punishment the wrong way. Damn Drama Master Noventa," Treize said, laughing. "Class dismissed."
Still laughing, the class left. Heero, Trowa, Wufei and Quatre trickled out last.
"Well, look what we have here," Heero heard an obnoxious voice say. He held up an arm to quiet the others and turned his head toward the noise. Against a locker to their left was Duo, a heavyset blond boy in front of him.
"Who are you? What the hell do you think you're doin'?!" Duo yelled.
"The name's Alex, sugar," drawled the boy. "And that's all you need to know. Now gimme a kiss, hon..." The boy leaned forward.
"No!" Duo cried, punching the guy in his stomach. Alex doubled over for a second, before he surged up in rage. He raised a fist and punched Duo hard in the face.
"Duo!" Heero cried, rushing forward. Trowa and Wufei followed close behind, Quatre unsure if he should get involved. Heero dropped to the ground and toppled the boy. As he fell, Wufei delivered a powerful roundhouse kick that sent him flying backward. Trowa appeared behind him, throwing a punishing punch to the temple. Alex flew back towards Heero, who promptly gave Alex a concussion with elbow slammed into Alex's unprotected head. The boy lay sprawled in the hallway, bleeding.
Against the lockers, Duo stared at the scene before him. He'd never seen Wufei execute such vicious intent, and he hadn't even known Trowa and Heero could fight. Though it all seemed really familiar, like they were synchronized. Shaking himself from his shock, Duo threw himself at Wufei, who held him tightly. The other three boys clustered around them.
"Duo, daijoubu desu ka?" Heero asked. Trow repeated the question, as did Quatre. Duo sniffed loudly but nodded. Heero noticed Duo's cheek, which was rapidly turning blue. "Let me take you to our room to treat that, then we can head to our next class," he said soothingly. "I'll make sure we're not late, if you want."
Trowa and Duo smiled at the same time at Heero's sweetness. Duo moved from Wufei's arms to Heero's. "Alright, Hee-chan," he said. Heero nodded.
"Same class?" Affirmative nod. "Yosh. See you in a bit." Turning from the boys, Heero hurried off, Duo behind him. They reached their room in record time. Slipping through the door, Heero made Duo sit down so he could rummage through his half unpacked suitcase. He pulled out a first aid kit and rummaged through that too, coming out with ointment and a soft application pad. "This is all I've got for now," he said apologetically.
"S'okay," Duo said shyly. Heero nodded. He sat next to Duo and poured some of the warm ointment onto the applicator pad. Reaching up, he gently applied it to Duo's face, rubbing in soothing circles. Soon Duo began to purr. The sound made something stir in Heero. Something familiar but unnamed. Whatever it was, it urged Heero to act. Turning the oblivious Duo to him, Heero stopped rubbing in the ointment. A moment later Duo's eyes slowly opened, revealing swirling violet irises. "S'matter?" he asked groggily.
"Nani mo," Heero whispered. "Nothing..." He leaned forward slowly, allowing plenty of time for Duo to move away. The braided boy just sat there in curiosity and anticipation. Catching the eagerness in Duo's eyes, Heero moaned softly. "Duo.." he whispered, before leaning forward and taking the violet-eyed teen's soft lips. Their eyes slid shut at the exact same time, closing out their world. There was nothing but them. Their lips, the sensation sent from one to the other. Heaven.
Heero was the first to pull away, knowing he was skating on thin ice. His eyes slowly opened, revealing midnight blue irises. Duo's followed after, unveiling blue-violet orbs darkened with desire. "D-Duo?" Heero asked hesitantly. Duo just shook his head and smiled, then leaned forward and captured Heero's lips, this time taking the initiative and running his tongue along the underside of Heero's full bottom lip. Heero gasped, and Duo took full advantage, slipping his tongue into the warm cavern.
Right when Heero and Duo were really getting into their kiss, the door burst open. "I was told that two boys were skipping....c-cla...Duo?!" a silky voice stuttered. Duo and Heero spun around, and Duo gasped. Standing there before them was the RA, .....Milliardo Po.
"Shit. Milli?!" Duo cried. The braided boy leapt up, accidently pushing Heero away. "What the hell are ya doin' here?"
"I could say the same to you. How the hell did you get into Koobtean's?" the RA asked, pushing silky-looking blond hair out of ice blue eyes.
Duo's eyes narrowed, momentarily dampening his happiness. "Whatcha tryin' ta say?" he asked, his speech immediately going street in suspicion.
"Nothin'," Milliardo answered. He turned to look at Heero sitting on the bed, his beautiful face scrunched slightly in dislike. "Who's this?"
Duo blushed. "Him? He...he's my roomie. Heero, meet Milliardo Po. Milli, Heero Yuy," Duo said quickly. He noticed the tension rising between the two and immediately tried to dispel it. "So, how'd ya become the Resident Advisor?"
Milliardo didn't answer immediately. He was still eyeing Heero with what could only be described as a hell-freezing glare. Finally, he turned back to Duo and smiled faintly. "Sal pulled a few strings when she got accepted. They said I could cuz technically I'm a sophomore."
"So, little Milli's all grown up now, hm?" Duo asked, laughter in his voice.
"Yes,"' Milliardo said seriously. He said nothing for a moment, then stepped closer to Duo. "You know, back at camp, we never really broke it off."
"Broke what off?" Duo said.
Milliardo moved closer still. "Our relationship." He inched closer until their chests were almost touching. "You never said we were finished."
"Uh, Mil, we've been apart for four months, and-" Duo was cut off as the door slammed. He spun toward it, then toward the bed. There was no one there. "Heero. Shit!" Duo cried. He moved around Milliardo toward the door. "Sorry Mil. Gotta find my friend. See ya later. Maybe we could have lunch or sumthin, and finish this conversation, ne?" Without stopping for confirmation, Duo dashed out.
In the dorm hallway he spotted a flash of green round a corner. He immediately sped after it. He came upon another long hallway, but nothing was there. He looked around frantically until he spotted another flash of forest green. He dashed after that too. The game continued, Duo seeing green right when it disappeared. Finally he decided to try to catch Heero off guard. He doubled back and took a flight of stairs down to the floor Heero headed too. Once there he went the opposite direction of the Asian boy, sure he'd intercept him. He was right.
They slammed into each other at a juncture between two hallways. Heero went backward and hit the ground hard, Duo on top of him. Both boys were panting. After awhile Duo looked down and Heero looked up. Soft, pink lips and big blue eyes greeted him. "Why'd you run off, Heero?" he asked. Heero said nothing. Feeling disappointed, Duo began to get up. He felt something holding him back and looked down to see Heero clutching his shirt collar.
"Gomen nasai," he said softly. Duo gave him a confused look. "For running out on you," Heero clarified. Smiling, Duo nodded his understanding.
"Still, why'd you run?" he asked, truly confused. Heero blushed and looked away. "Come on, Hee-chan, spill it."
At the use of Heero's nickname, for some odd reason, Heero nodded and answered. "I didn't want to disturb your reunion with your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Duo asked, confused. "You mean Milli? He's not my boyfriend. Never was. I don't know why he acted like we were. We just made out alot, nuthin serious." Heero sighed relievedly."Besides," Duo continued. "It wasn't Milli I was kissin' a few minutes ago. It was you." Heero's blush deepened, and Duo, loving the endearing face Heero wore, leaned down to capture the Japanese teen's mouth again. Before he got even close enough, a loud cough was heard.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I believe you are still out of class. It was greet seeing you again, Duo, but you both have detention. Sorry." With that said, Milliardo dropped a slip of paper on the floor and walked off. Duo stared at it, then picked it up.
Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy hereby have detention tomorrow at 4pm with Mr. Zechs Marquise. Be there or be square.
"Who the hell writes this shit?" Duo mumbled, slipping the note into his pocket. He stood, then helped Heero up. "Come on, Hee-chan. If we hurry, we can still make it to History." Heero nodded. Duo smiled. He put a hand on Heero's cheek and stroke downward to his shoulder. Heero blushed. "We'll continue our conversation later, k? Come on!" Duo grabbed Heero's hand and they were off, darting through the halls.
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Tsuzuku...
[1] Just made that up. My Geometry book wasn't at hand. The procedure for solving the problem was right, though.
Next chappie, the detention and a few more twists.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
The morning light streamed into the dorm room 12-A, rippling beautifully across the bed sheets and brightening the room. One beam hit Duo directly in the eye.
"Arrrgh!" he shrieked, before falling out of his bed and hitting the floor. "Itaiiiii!"
"Ohayo, baka," said a familiar monotone. Duo looked up to see Heero watching him, amusement barely evident in his usually cold eyes. Heero was already showered and dressed, which was apparent by his damp hair dripping onto his forest green tank top and dark blue jeans. For some reason, Heero was wearing garish looking yellow shoes that completely clashed with the rest of his outfit.To Duo, Heero looked really good this morning.
"Ohayo, Hee-chan! Lookin' edible this morning. Except for those shoes," Duo said, frowning at the offending footwear. "Isn't it illegal to wear something so...ugly?"
"Ha ha. Very funny," Heero said. He helped Duo up, then turned to finish packing the bookbag sitting on the desk. "For your information, these shoes mean alot to me. I not exactly sure why, but they were the only things I had eight months ago."
"Eight months ago..."Duo whispered. "Hey, I've been meanin' to ask you, Trowa said somethin' about an 'Uncle Odin.' Is he who I think he is?"
"Most likely. Are you thinking about the politician?" Heero asked, zipping up the bookbag.
"Yeah. Odin Lowe, ne?" Duo said, going into the closet to rummage for some clothes. He came back out wearing a black t-shirt that said 'Life's a bitch, and then you die' imprinted on it. He also wore loose black Jnco's with a skull design on one pantleg, which spilled over black Dockers. Around his neck was a silver cross, kind of ironic since Catholic religions catered more to the God of Life than Shinigami. Duo moved over to the dresser, pulled out a hairbrush, and began to tame the strands that had escaped his bedtime braid.
"Hai. Odin Lowe. He's my father, and Trowa's Uncle, as you gathered. I just recently found that out, though," Heero said. "You ready?" He turned around and saw that Duo had brushed and rebraided his hair in record time.
"Yeah. Lemme just get my bookbag," Duo said. After he snatched up his black bag, he grinned at Heero. "Breakfast?"
"Breakfast," Heero agreed.
~~~~***~~~~ When the two boys entered the cafeteria, Wufei was already there, at the table from the day before. Directly above him was a large TV none of them had noticed the previous day. A news report flashed across the screen. It looked like some speeches were being given. A woman with darkish purple hair and the same shade eyes stood before a podium, a sad, strained look on her face.
"Hey, Wu-chan. What's up?" Duo asked, less exuberant than usual. It was just that the woman looked familiar, and the look on her face twisted Duo's heart.
"Ohayo, Maxwell," Wufei answered. "Yuy. I was just watching this news report. I feel so sorry for this poor woman." Duo slid into the seat next to Wufei, and Heero sat across from him.
"Why?" Heero asked, temporarily forgetting about lunch. Wufei gestured for him to listen to what the TV was saying. Both Heero and Duo obeyed.
"...It's been over eight months since we've last made contact with the Gundam pilots. As I'm sure all of you recall, we lost their signal somewhere over East Asia. The search has been going on for these last eight months, but we've only gotten one lead. We have reason to believe the pilots were either found by friendlies, Ozzies, or civilians without their fully functioning memory, or...d-dead. The Vice Foreign Minister and former queen of the world has departed to pursue our lead. F-further updates w- when we have them..." And the purple-haired woman burst into tears. An old man moved onto the screen to take the crying woman into his arms.
"M-more on this st-story when we return," a teary-eyed news caster mumbled, before a deodarant commercial abruptly came on.
"Wow.."Duo whispered. "That sucks." The other two boys agreed.
"Who are these ...Gundam pilots?" Wufei asked.
"I heard they're this elite group of men who go around Earth blowing up Ozzies randomly," said a voice from behind Wufei. The Chinese boy turned around to see Trowa and Quatre. The two new arrivals slid into the spaces beside Heero.
"Well, I heard that they're really just sixteen year old teens like you and me, and that there're five of them and they fly huge mobile suits," Quatre piped up.
Duo looked thoughtful, then his eyes widened. "Oi! There's five of us! Maybe we're the Gundam pilots!" he said. Trowa, Wufei and Quatre stared at Duo for a moment before they burst out laughing. Heero just sat there looking thougtful.
"Riiight, Duo. Pull the next one," Wufei wheezed, shooting Duo a discreet look before he began laughing again.
"I guess you guys are right," Duo said slowly, casually glancing at his watch. He squeaked when he saw what time it was. "Ack! We were talking so much we missed breakfast!"
"Not us. Me and Quatre had coffee in our room," Trowa said.
"I have eaten also, Duo," Wufei said. Duo turned to Heero.
"Guess it's just us," Duo said. "A donut okay?" Heero nodded. Duo grabbed two donuts fairly dripping with chocolate frosting, and handed one to Heero.
"Well, who's ready for Geometry?" Wufei said. A chorus of 'me' filled the room. Happily chomping his donut, Duo headed to class, the other four boys close behind.
When they arrived in Geometry, Duo learned a lesson on alarm management. Every seat was filled except for five seats in the front. Duo's mind rebelled against the situation, and his strategic side took over.
"Wu-man, looks like you'll have to work your magic," he said grimly, staring darkly at the five empty seats. "Hee-chan, I think you should help too."
"Help with...what..." Heero began, trailing off as he stared at Wufei. The Chinese teen was currently glaring at students in the back of the room 'til they squirmed and rushed off to find another seat. Wufei was on his second student when Heero shrugged and began to help. They had managed to clear four chairs when the Geometry teacher came in. Panicking, Quatre, Trowa, Heero and Wufei slid into the newly vacated seats. That left Duo with the last remaining empty seat. At the front of the class. Duo's mind repelled at the very idea of sitting there.
"What is your name, boy?" said a smooth, incredibly sexy voice. Duo turned to lock eyes with the most gorgeous teacher he had ever seen. The man was young, with a lean build and tailored clothes that outlined his muscled form. He had ginger-brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
"Duo Maxwell. I run, I hide, I do everything...but I never lie," Duo said, grinning at the teacher. Said teacher scanned Duo closely, taking into account his slightly manic grin.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, would you care to tell me why you are out of your seat- " the man checked his watch. "-nearly five minutes into the class period?"
"Would you?" Duo threw back, smirking. In his mind he was beating the shit out of himself for ruining any chances he might of had with the ginger- haired sex God.
"I do not believe I am required to explain myself Mr.Maxwell," the teacher said. He watched Duo closely, as if deciding something. "But I guess I can't really punish you, since I was late also. You may have a seat Mr.Maxwell."
"Arigato, sir," Duo said, smiling innocently. He sent a dark look at Trowa, Quatre, Heero and Wufei, then slid into the second seat from the left in the front.
"Alright," said the gorgeous teacher. "Welcome to First Level Geometry. I am Professor Treize Khushrenada, your teacher for this year." Treize scanned the faces he saw before him, some expectant. He chuckled. "Before anyone asks, we won't be having that grade school "introduce yourself and tell me your hobbies" crap. This is highschool. Get with the program."
"Here, here!" called a few bold students. Treize nodded to them.
"Now, I feel that testing out your skills is a great way to start the year. How about someone answering the question on the board?" he said. "I need someone to read it aloud first, so I can get used to your voices." Some kid raised his hand. "You? Alright, Mr..."
"Aki Yamamoto, Khushrenada-sensei," said the boy. He was obviously Japanese, with tanned skin much like Heero's, and spiked black hair. He cleared his throat. "Prove that triangle PQR is scalene, using the Circle Point Connector Theorem."[1]
"Any volunteers?" Treize asked. Heero's hand shot up. "How about you..uh.."
"Heero Yuy desu," Heero said decisively. "The problem is simple. If you know the radius, which is obviously 5, and the coordinates, which are (2,6), and the center, which is (5, 6), then you just use this formula..." Heero approached the board and wrote (x-h) squared plus (y-k) squared = 5 squared. " Plugging in the knowns..." Heero changed the equation to (2-5) squared plus (6-6) squared = 25. "Subtract and the answer is..." He wrote 9=25. "that 9 does not equal 25, therefore the problem was a total waste of time since triangle PQR couldn't be scalene anyway. And besides that, who would put a triangle in the middle of a circle?"
The class stared as Heero headed back to his seat. After a moment, Duo began clapping enthusiastically and the rest of the class followed.
"W-well done, Mr. Yuy. I haven't seen math that well done since I was in the army. Well done indeed!" Treize said. He turned to the class. "And for the rest of you, Yuy was correct. The entire problem was a waste of time. I usually use it every year to guage your reaction to math. It was never intended to be solved, for it has no answer. I believe we call that the Assumption Postulate?" Nodding, Treize continued. "Now another example of the Circle Assumption Postulate is..."
As Treize continued his speech about the merrits of the Distance Formula, Duo turned in his seat to grin at Heero. The usually stoic teen's cheeks turned an almost undetectable pink, and Trowa looked on in interest. Duo's grin widened, and he turned back around and got out a sheet of paper. He quickly scrawled a note on it and had it passed back to Heero.
(A/N: Here is who's who...Duo: Hiya! Heero: Hn. Quatre: Hello. Trowa: ... Wufei: Nihao
Hiya Hee-chan! You did great up there! Ya really amazed me! Are ya some kinda supergeek or sumthin?
Duo waited patiently as Heero read his note. Prussian blue eyes looked up and Duo grinned. Shrugging, Heero began to write.
It was nothing. I just happen to like math.
He sent the paper back to Duo, who read it and made a face. He quickly wrote back.
Math? Ewwww! How could you like MATH?! Personally, I hate math. It's stupid. I failed Algebra I like six times.
Really? Math isn't THAT hard...
Yeah it is! Grr! It sucks!
At this point, the conversation gained a new member.
Duo is hopeless at math...
I still don't see what's so hard..
Wu-chan?! Grr! You're killin me here!
Whatever do you mean, my star struck half-brother? *snicker*
Star struck?
Trowa says it's better you don't know Heero.
Dammit! This is MY conversa
Duo was abruptly cut off when the paper was snatched out of his hand. He gulped and looked up slowly. When he saw who it was, he gulped again. "Heh..."
"Something you need to share with the class, Mr. Maxwell?" Treize asked, a small smile quirking his lips and making him look incredibly sexy. He looked down at the note. "Allow me to read it aloud. 'Oh Heero, my undying love for you cannot be hidden any longer. Please, say you feel the same!'" Treize said in a high falsetto. Duo's face turned red with embarassment, and yet he couldn't help laughing. "'Don't worry, my Duo. I will love you forever. But wait, first let's clear up that thing with Aki. I know he's your ex. Tell me you love him no more!'" Treize continued. Now three red faces glared out. Aki was grinning through his blush, and Heero looked like he was choking. Next to him, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were hyperventilating with silent laughter.
Treize continued with his story, imitating Aki begging for Duo back, and Heero bursting into tears. Soon the entire class was laughing. The bell rang in the middle of Duo's impassioned suicide speech. "Well Duo, I hope this teaches you a lesson about passing notes," he said mock-sternly.
Duo laughed. "If I learned anything,, it's that I should pass notes more. That was great!" he cried.
"Hai! You should be an actor!" Aki piped in. Heero just stared stoically ahead until his blush faded.
"Well, I guess I went about the punishment the wrong way. Damn Drama Master Noventa," Treize said, laughing. "Class dismissed."
Still laughing, the class left. Heero, Trowa, Wufei and Quatre trickled out last.
"Well, look what we have here," Heero heard an obnoxious voice say. He held up an arm to quiet the others and turned his head toward the noise. Against a locker to their left was Duo, a heavyset blond boy in front of him.
"Who are you? What the hell do you think you're doin'?!" Duo yelled.
"The name's Alex, sugar," drawled the boy. "And that's all you need to know. Now gimme a kiss, hon..." The boy leaned forward.
"No!" Duo cried, punching the guy in his stomach. Alex doubled over for a second, before he surged up in rage. He raised a fist and punched Duo hard in the face.
"Duo!" Heero cried, rushing forward. Trowa and Wufei followed close behind, Quatre unsure if he should get involved. Heero dropped to the ground and toppled the boy. As he fell, Wufei delivered a powerful roundhouse kick that sent him flying backward. Trowa appeared behind him, throwing a punishing punch to the temple. Alex flew back towards Heero, who promptly gave Alex a concussion with elbow slammed into Alex's unprotected head. The boy lay sprawled in the hallway, bleeding.
Against the lockers, Duo stared at the scene before him. He'd never seen Wufei execute such vicious intent, and he hadn't even known Trowa and Heero could fight. Though it all seemed really familiar, like they were synchronized. Shaking himself from his shock, Duo threw himself at Wufei, who held him tightly. The other three boys clustered around them.
"Duo, daijoubu desu ka?" Heero asked. Trow repeated the question, as did Quatre. Duo sniffed loudly but nodded. Heero noticed Duo's cheek, which was rapidly turning blue. "Let me take you to our room to treat that, then we can head to our next class," he said soothingly. "I'll make sure we're not late, if you want."
Trowa and Duo smiled at the same time at Heero's sweetness. Duo moved from Wufei's arms to Heero's. "Alright, Hee-chan," he said. Heero nodded.
"Same class?" Affirmative nod. "Yosh. See you in a bit." Turning from the boys, Heero hurried off, Duo behind him. They reached their room in record time. Slipping through the door, Heero made Duo sit down so he could rummage through his half unpacked suitcase. He pulled out a first aid kit and rummaged through that too, coming out with ointment and a soft application pad. "This is all I've got for now," he said apologetically.
"S'okay," Duo said shyly. Heero nodded. He sat next to Duo and poured some of the warm ointment onto the applicator pad. Reaching up, he gently applied it to Duo's face, rubbing in soothing circles. Soon Duo began to purr. The sound made something stir in Heero. Something familiar but unnamed. Whatever it was, it urged Heero to act. Turning the oblivious Duo to him, Heero stopped rubbing in the ointment. A moment later Duo's eyes slowly opened, revealing swirling violet irises. "S'matter?" he asked groggily.
"Nani mo," Heero whispered. "Nothing..." He leaned forward slowly, allowing plenty of time for Duo to move away. The braided boy just sat there in curiosity and anticipation. Catching the eagerness in Duo's eyes, Heero moaned softly. "Duo.." he whispered, before leaning forward and taking the violet-eyed teen's soft lips. Their eyes slid shut at the exact same time, closing out their world. There was nothing but them. Their lips, the sensation sent from one to the other. Heaven.
Heero was the first to pull away, knowing he was skating on thin ice. His eyes slowly opened, revealing midnight blue irises. Duo's followed after, unveiling blue-violet orbs darkened with desire. "D-Duo?" Heero asked hesitantly. Duo just shook his head and smiled, then leaned forward and captured Heero's lips, this time taking the initiative and running his tongue along the underside of Heero's full bottom lip. Heero gasped, and Duo took full advantage, slipping his tongue into the warm cavern.
Right when Heero and Duo were really getting into their kiss, the door burst open. "I was told that two boys were skipping....c-cla...Duo?!" a silky voice stuttered. Duo and Heero spun around, and Duo gasped. Standing there before them was the RA, .....Milliardo Po.
"Shit. Milli?!" Duo cried. The braided boy leapt up, accidently pushing Heero away. "What the hell are ya doin' here?"
"I could say the same to you. How the hell did you get into Koobtean's?" the RA asked, pushing silky-looking blond hair out of ice blue eyes.
Duo's eyes narrowed, momentarily dampening his happiness. "Whatcha tryin' ta say?" he asked, his speech immediately going street in suspicion.
"Nothin'," Milliardo answered. He turned to look at Heero sitting on the bed, his beautiful face scrunched slightly in dislike. "Who's this?"
Duo blushed. "Him? He...he's my roomie. Heero, meet Milliardo Po. Milli, Heero Yuy," Duo said quickly. He noticed the tension rising between the two and immediately tried to dispel it. "So, how'd ya become the Resident Advisor?"
Milliardo didn't answer immediately. He was still eyeing Heero with what could only be described as a hell-freezing glare. Finally, he turned back to Duo and smiled faintly. "Sal pulled a few strings when she got accepted. They said I could cuz technically I'm a sophomore."
"So, little Milli's all grown up now, hm?" Duo asked, laughter in his voice.
"Yes,"' Milliardo said seriously. He said nothing for a moment, then stepped closer to Duo. "You know, back at camp, we never really broke it off."
"Broke what off?" Duo said.
Milliardo moved closer still. "Our relationship." He inched closer until their chests were almost touching. "You never said we were finished."
"Uh, Mil, we've been apart for four months, and-" Duo was cut off as the door slammed. He spun toward it, then toward the bed. There was no one there. "Heero. Shit!" Duo cried. He moved around Milliardo toward the door. "Sorry Mil. Gotta find my friend. See ya later. Maybe we could have lunch or sumthin, and finish this conversation, ne?" Without stopping for confirmation, Duo dashed out.
In the dorm hallway he spotted a flash of green round a corner. He immediately sped after it. He came upon another long hallway, but nothing was there. He looked around frantically until he spotted another flash of forest green. He dashed after that too. The game continued, Duo seeing green right when it disappeared. Finally he decided to try to catch Heero off guard. He doubled back and took a flight of stairs down to the floor Heero headed too. Once there he went the opposite direction of the Asian boy, sure he'd intercept him. He was right.
They slammed into each other at a juncture between two hallways. Heero went backward and hit the ground hard, Duo on top of him. Both boys were panting. After awhile Duo looked down and Heero looked up. Soft, pink lips and big blue eyes greeted him. "Why'd you run off, Heero?" he asked. Heero said nothing. Feeling disappointed, Duo began to get up. He felt something holding him back and looked down to see Heero clutching his shirt collar.
"Gomen nasai," he said softly. Duo gave him a confused look. "For running out on you," Heero clarified. Smiling, Duo nodded his understanding.
"Still, why'd you run?" he asked, truly confused. Heero blushed and looked away. "Come on, Hee-chan, spill it."
At the use of Heero's nickname, for some odd reason, Heero nodded and answered. "I didn't want to disturb your reunion with your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Duo asked, confused. "You mean Milli? He's not my boyfriend. Never was. I don't know why he acted like we were. We just made out alot, nuthin serious." Heero sighed relievedly."Besides," Duo continued. "It wasn't Milli I was kissin' a few minutes ago. It was you." Heero's blush deepened, and Duo, loving the endearing face Heero wore, leaned down to capture the Japanese teen's mouth again. Before he got even close enough, a loud cough was heard.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I believe you are still out of class. It was greet seeing you again, Duo, but you both have detention. Sorry." With that said, Milliardo dropped a slip of paper on the floor and walked off. Duo stared at it, then picked it up.
Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy hereby have detention tomorrow at 4pm with Mr. Zechs Marquise. Be there or be square.
"Who the hell writes this shit?" Duo mumbled, slipping the note into his pocket. He stood, then helped Heero up. "Come on, Hee-chan. If we hurry, we can still make it to History." Heero nodded. Duo smiled. He put a hand on Heero's cheek and stroke downward to his shoulder. Heero blushed. "We'll continue our conversation later, k? Come on!" Duo grabbed Heero's hand and they were off, darting through the halls.
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Tsuzuku...
[1] Just made that up. My Geometry book wasn't at hand. The procedure for solving the problem was right, though.
Next chappie, the detention and a few more twists.