Hello, this is Nikkler with a new story. This is my second Gundam Wing fic and my first time doing something with songs in it, so I hope this isn't too bad.

I would like to thank my beta reader

Summery:

The New Age school of the Arts starts off a New Year with a concert of the new "talent". But to everyone's surprise there actually is some talent this year. How will Quatre and Heero react to the new freshman? 121 343 fic.

Things you must read before going on:

1. This is an AU (Alternate Universe) fic.

This has no place in the Gundam Wing world. No Gundams and no war, just normal people.

OOC! (Out of Character)

Both Quatre and Heero are 16 years old (sophomores in high school)

Duo and Trowa and Hilde are 15 years old (freshmen in high school)

History:

Duo is from France and is also an exchange student. Duo and Hilde have a partner ship (you'll find out later) and sister/brother feelings for each other. Her parents moved from Germany to France to America.

Hope that wasn't too difficult.

Warnings: Will be 121 343 (don't know where to put Wufei)

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam anything so don't sue. Ok? Good. Plus I don't own Josh Groban, Era, or their music. And don't own school name Songs Used: 1. Oceano (Josh Groban)

Misere Mani (Era)

Ameno (Era)

Key: "Talking"

Lyrics

On With the fic Inside Your Soul
Chapter One: New talent

Quatre's Pov

"As you know, the New World School of the Arts likes to have a little concert of all the wonderful vocal talent we receive every year…."

The same annoying speeches, with the different people who think they're the best singers that ever walked the earth. I can feel the dread creeping upon me as we wait for the new freshman to come on stage and sing till their heart content and our ears bleed. Don't get me wrong. I love art, all forms of art for that matter, but most of the people who go hear have rich, snobby parents whose children think they're the best at everything and have no flaws. Though there are exceptions to that stereotype. The person sitting next to me for example is Heero Yuy. He is a great painter and not the typical millionaire's son. He is quiet to people he is not familiar with and won't even bother talking to them cause he doesn't see the "need to socialize with fools". He is very amusing to say the least.

"…Like I said before our singers will each sing one song for us because we have a lot of singers come in this year. We also have an exchange student that will be attending our school for a while. Now our first new singer is Ashely Royal."

We all start clapping hoping against hope that she is good but as the song starts I can see the people in the rows in front of me cringe. Heero's eyes showed horror that didn't go unnoticed by me either. I feel amusement showing on my face as Heero turns to me to give me a glare that told me that he did not approve of being the object of my amusement. Time seems to drag as other freshmen go up and sing. Our vocal department is big in this school and even if you can't sing you'll be loved there non-the less; but there are few occasions where you get some real talent.

There are three people left, and I thank Allah, that this torture is ending soon. He said the name was Trowa Barton, an interesting name, but what really got me was the nervousness he showed as walked on stage. He stopped and looked around the crowded room. His eyes looked upon mine. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I looked upon two emerald eyes, or should I say eye? His chocolate hair covered half his face. He slowly closed his eyes and the music flowed into the room and then I felt surprise and contentment fill me as I to close my eyes and listened as a foreign tongue and strong smooth voiced filled the room.

Piove sull'oceano, piove sull'oceano
Piove sulla mia identità
Lampi sull'oceano, lampi sull'oceano
Squarci di luminosità …ah

Forse là in America i venti del Pacifico
Scoprono le sue immensità
Le mie mani stringono sogni lontanissimi
E il mio pensiero corre da te

Remo, tremo, sento
Profondi, oscuri abissi

E' per l'amore che ti do
E' per l'amore che non sai
Che mi fai naufragare e
E' per l'amore che non ho
E' per l'amore che vorrei
E' per questo dolore … ah
E' questo amore che ho per te
Che mi fa superare queste vere tempeste … ah

I don't know what to think, his voice is wonderful, and his soul poured out with every word he spoke. "Beautiful" is all I can think. His song starts to put me in a trance but I reluctantly open my eyes and look around. Some people had shock on their faces, others were happy that someone good has come along. Trowa seemed truly happy and was relaxed and let himself shift from one foot to the other as the music flowed around him like a blanket.

Onde sull'oceano, Onde sull'oceano
Che dolcemente si placherà
Le mie mani stringono, sogni lontanissimi
E il tuo respiro soffia su di me

Remo, tremo, sento
Vento intorno al cuore

E' per l'amore che ho per te
Che mi fa superare mille tempeste
E' per l'amore che ti do
E' per l'amore che vorrei
Da questo mare
E' per la vita che non c'è
Che mi fai naufragare, in fondo al cuore
Tutto questo ti avrà e a te sembrerà

Tutto normale

Smooth, strong, soothing. Something that draws attention yet could lull you to sleep if you needed something relaxing. I find myself draw more and more to this person by not only his voice, but also him. I want to know the person behind the voice. Is his voice that strong when he speaks normally? Would he allow me to become friends with him? Is he like most of the people in this school? Allah I hope not. The song died and I wish he would sing again. The auditorium was quiet for a few moments causing Trowa to stiffen. He must think he wasn't good. It erupted with applause and cheers. I could see Trowa's shoulders release the tension he had and a small smile graced his handsome features.

He left the stage and the last to showed up together. That was something different, normally they were just singles, never duets. One of them, a female had short black hair that reached her chin and turquoise eyes. She seemed short, but with her on stage and me sitting down, I could be wrong. The person next to her looked very feminine but was male. I'm almost sure of it. He had chestnut hair that touched that back of his thighs and was in a tight braid, and I don't think I'd ever seen eyes that looked like his. They were amethyst, I looked at Heero and asked him if he thought his eyes were natural or contacts, but his eyes never left the ones on stage. Knowing that Heero was into guys I knew he was staring at the boy.

"What do you think Heero?"

"…Beautiful…"

Both received microphones and the girl started to speak.

"Hello. My name is Hilde Schbieker and the person next to me is Duo Maxwell. We will sing two songs for you."

Apparently the Principle didn't say their names. I wouldn't have noticed anyway because I wasn't paying any attention to him. I was in my own world with a beautiful person to go with a beautiful voice. She was looking at Duo expectantly but he just shook his head refusing to speak, but she most have done something because the next thing you know he held the microphone to his lips and said a shy hello to everyone. He must have been the exchange student. You could tell that Duo wasn't from around here with an accent like his, but how he knows the girl Hilde is beyond me. She spoke perfectly with out an accent, but I didn't really ponder it as they got to their places.

Pera menora infane lia
Doven anore
Misere mani

The music started quietly and then more foreign words come though the speakers. It sounded like a chorus but it was only the two of them.

I will look in the sky
I will search for the sun
Who'll tell us all about
When we'll be tomorrow

I will read all the books
On my knees countlessness
To tell you what about
The legends of the past

I will wait for the sun
On the top of the world
To tell you all about
The beauty of the light

If you look inside your soul
The world'll be longer to your eyes
You'll see...

I didn't expect Hilde to sing English but she did and her voice was beautiful and gentle not high pitched like most girls you hear on the radio. They were both doing a great job.

Pera menora infano lia
Misere mani
Doven anore infane lia
Misere manio
Doven anore infane lia
Misero omane

I will stay in the rain
How can sun will come through
Then I'll see it belongs to a mystery book
I'll stay up in the night
Looking moon shooting stars
To tell you how my name
You see all universe

If you look inside your soul
The world'll be longer to your eyes
You'll see...

Pera menora infano lia
Misere mani
Doven anore infane lia
Misere manio
Doven anore infane lia
Misero omane

Pera menora infane lia
You'll see...
Doven anore
Misere mani

I will wait for the sun
On the top of the world
To tell you all about
The beauty of the light
I'll stay up in the night
Looking moon shooting stars

Doven anore infane lia
Misere manio
Doven anore infane lia
Misero omane

I will look in the sky
I will search for the sun
I will wait for the sun
On the top of the world
I will look in the sky
of the world, of the world ...

Another set of cheers was heard once they ended the song. This will hopefully be an interesting school year. A lot of people were on the edge of their seat waiting anxiously for the next song. They didn't need to wait long. The beginning sounded like the first but then vocals came back into something that you couldn't understand but that was ok.

Dori me
Interimo adapare dori me
Ameno ameno latire
Latiremo
Dori me

Ameno
Omenare imperavi ameno
Dimere dimere matiro
Matiremo
AmenoOmenare imperavi emulari
Ameno
Omenare imperavi emulari

If this isn't what you call a trance song I don't know what is. I could feel myself falling into a trance immediately. It was great. They feeling of letting go of everything not thinking of anything at all. His voice was deep and rich at some points in the song and light in others –a perfect blend with the music.

Ameno
Ameno dore
Ameno dori me

Ameno dori me
Ameno dom
Dori me reo
Ameno dori me

Ameno dori me

Dori me am

Ameno
Omenare imperavi ameno
Dimere dimere matiro
Matiremo
Ameno

Omenare imperavi emulari
Ameno
Omenare imperavi emulari

Ameno
Ameno dore
Ameno dori me

Ameno dori me
Ameno dom
Dori me reo
Ameno dori me

Ameno dori me

Dori me am

There were more screams and cheers and you could see the satisfied look on both their faces, they enjoyed it and we enjoyed it. The principle came back on stage after the two have exited and said things that were not interesting at all, and was ignored by most of the school body. I turn to my right and saw that Heero was in "la la land". I tap on his shoulder to wake him from his daydream so we could get back to class. I hope that at least one of the three were in some of my classes.

TBC…?

So what do you think?

This was the first time I've ever written something that had songs in it. I hope this was ok. I know the lyrics were long and not in English and I'm sorry about that. I didn't feel like looking for them on the Internet.

Do you want me to continue?

Any suggestions will be nice. And flames? I'll send them to my sister where she can start bon fire and roast marshmallow. MMMMMM

Huggles

Nikkler