DISCLAIMER: If I owned Gundam Wing I wouldn't be sitting here typing away at my computer like a nancy-fan-girl would I?
A/N: Yeah it took awhile. There was a death in the family, I was sick, block exam week coming up, many assignments, in other words: I was busy. What are you gonna do about it? (hint: review) Anyway, no illustration for this one, even though I had the PERFECT one in mind. Just couldn't find the time, and face it; you were lucky to even get this chapter. Anyway, I also took awhile getting this chapter out because I had no plot beyond chapter three. Now I do :) Enjoy!
"Okay, seeyah Duo! Have a great day!" Jonothan called from the car to Duo. Duo waved over his shoulder. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he was wearing the uniform of the school; grey trousers and a white shirt with a grey tie.
It was lunchtime and Duo was late, but everyone had slept in that morning, so Jonothan had called the school to let them know that Duo would be coming.
Duo walked over to the school building and put down his bag. A lot of children were playing soccer on the field. He sat down to watch.
Duo had been watching the game for about five minutes when someone caught his eye. A short way away from him a boy with messy brown hair and bright blue eyes was searching his bag.
The boy pulled a sandwich out of his bag, unwrapped it, fumbled, then dropped it on the ground. Duo felt sad for the boy, who wouldn't get to eat it now.
Then, to Duo's horror, the boy picked up the sandwich, brushed it off, crammed half of it into his mouth, then ran out onto the field, putting the other half in his pocket.
Duo watched with his mouth slightly open. How weird! But then, the boy did live in the country, and maybe he didn't own a dog.
* * *
After ten minutes of running on the field playing soccer, Heero noticed that the boy who had been sitting against the brick wall watching them play, was still there. Heero ran from the field over to him.
"Do you want to play?"
The pale skinny boy looked sad. "I'm not allowed."
"Oh. What's your name?"
"Duo."
"You're skinny. And you have long hair. Do you want my sandwich?" Heero took it from his pocket.
"I can't eat that. Sorry." Duo looked even sadder.
"Really?" Heero asked. The bell rang. "What grade are you in?"
"One."
"So am I! Come on then." Heero grabbed his and Duo's bags and led his new friend to class.
* * *
Duo walked into the room. It was full of children! A lady stood at the front of the class while the children all sat down. Duo didn't know where to sit so he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for the lady to notice him.
"Hi! You must be Duo. I'm Mrs. Whilder." The lady told him. She had short black spiky hair and a young face. "Class, this is Duo. Would you like to tell us something about yourself?"
Duo stared out at all the faces. They were all staring at him, waiting. Expecting. He looked at his shoes.
"Does anyone here know anything about Duo that they'd like to share?"
The boy from the playground with blue eyes put up his hand.
"Yes Heero? Do you know anything about Duo that you could tell the class?"
In truth, Heero had just wanted to go to the bathroom and hadn't been listening to the teacher, but he answered, "He has long hair and he can't eat sandwiches."
Mrs. Whilder smiled at Duo. "There you go. Now go sit next to Heero."
Duo moved to sit down next to the messy-haired boy.
Heero put his hand up again, "Miss, can I go to the bathroom now?"
* * *
"So anyway," Heero told Sister Maria as he jumped around the room he shared with two other orphans, "His name is Duo and he's REALLY skinny."
"Hey,...Hey! Come back here Heero!" Maria called, trying to catch Heero who kept bounding away as he rushed around, taking his uniform off.
"And he's *weird*! He doesn't eat sandwiches and he has long hair and he's real quiet and sad. He's not allowed to play soccer either." Heero kicked off his shoes in the direction of his bed.
"Heero, that's very interesting, but can you come here so I can clean your face??"
Heero stopped then stood in front of her, frowning.
"Good." Maria said, taking a wash-cloth and cleaning off the dirt that was smudging his cheeks
. "Well, he sounds like a most unfortunate boy anyway. I hope you remember to be charitable and kind." She reminded him.
Heero stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "Yes Sister Maria."
"Good." She stopped cleaning his face. "Now go have afternoon tea with the other boys."
Heero ran out of the room and Maria sighed to herself. She felt the corners of her mouth quirk at Heero's innocent childishness, loving her job and her life. If she was only to be wedded to the church and have no husband, at least she could look after children who had no parents of their own. It was her lively-hood.
Maria glanced around the room. Her smile faded as she noticed that Heero had left his clothes strewn all over the room, and his bed was still unmade from that morning. She sighed once more and started cleaning up.
* * *
Next Day
* * *
Timothy Green walked from his front door, his father yelling abuse after him. Actually, it wasn't his front door. It was one of the many houses his family had rented at during his ten years of life. They never stayed in one place too long. The neighbours always complained to their landlord about the noisy fights his parents always had late at night.
"Crap." Tim swore, as he realised he hadn't taken any lunch to school. /Understandable that I always forget when my parents never make me any. And it's not like they're going to giveme any lunch money. It's not even like they have any money to give./ Tim glared at his grubby sneakers that were only hanging together by threads.
"Hey Tim!" Adrian Crawley yelled as he jumped a bush and ran to catch up with his dark-haired friend.
"Hey Ade." Tim answered morosely, still scuffing his shoes along the path, his head down.
"What's the matter?"
"Don't have any lunch, or money." Tim glared at his shoes again.
Adrian looked up as they approached the school. "There you go. Easy prey."
Tim looked across to where Adrian was pointing. A boy of about 6 stepped out of a rusty old Holden. He had shoulder length chessnut hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. An arm came out of the car window and handed the boy some coins, before the car pulled out, the arm waving as it went.
Tim rolled his eyes. The kid was tiny, this would be easy. Violence really wasn't going to be necessary.
The boy walked into the school.
"Kay then, what are we waiting for?" Ade grabbed Tim by the arm and the two followed the boy into the school.
* * *
TBC
So Duo is going to robbed. But it won't be half as simple as that, and will violence be necessary? *reassures people afraid of death-fics* Don't worry, he won't die.....not in the next chapter anyway, which will be very eventful....Anyway, I am once again expecting 10 reviews to continue. Once again, if you really and truly want more, take the time to review, even if you have already. To be extra picky, please say something other than: 'good, more please'. Although it's kinda flattering, I want to know WHY it's good, why you want more, what I could improve...anyway, thanks again -The Review Whore.
A/N: Yeah it took awhile. There was a death in the family, I was sick, block exam week coming up, many assignments, in other words: I was busy. What are you gonna do about it? (hint: review) Anyway, no illustration for this one, even though I had the PERFECT one in mind. Just couldn't find the time, and face it; you were lucky to even get this chapter. Anyway, I also took awhile getting this chapter out because I had no plot beyond chapter three. Now I do :) Enjoy!
"Okay, seeyah Duo! Have a great day!" Jonothan called from the car to Duo. Duo waved over his shoulder. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he was wearing the uniform of the school; grey trousers and a white shirt with a grey tie.
It was lunchtime and Duo was late, but everyone had slept in that morning, so Jonothan had called the school to let them know that Duo would be coming.
Duo walked over to the school building and put down his bag. A lot of children were playing soccer on the field. He sat down to watch.
Duo had been watching the game for about five minutes when someone caught his eye. A short way away from him a boy with messy brown hair and bright blue eyes was searching his bag.
The boy pulled a sandwich out of his bag, unwrapped it, fumbled, then dropped it on the ground. Duo felt sad for the boy, who wouldn't get to eat it now.
Then, to Duo's horror, the boy picked up the sandwich, brushed it off, crammed half of it into his mouth, then ran out onto the field, putting the other half in his pocket.
Duo watched with his mouth slightly open. How weird! But then, the boy did live in the country, and maybe he didn't own a dog.
* * *
After ten minutes of running on the field playing soccer, Heero noticed that the boy who had been sitting against the brick wall watching them play, was still there. Heero ran from the field over to him.
"Do you want to play?"
The pale skinny boy looked sad. "I'm not allowed."
"Oh. What's your name?"
"Duo."
"You're skinny. And you have long hair. Do you want my sandwich?" Heero took it from his pocket.
"I can't eat that. Sorry." Duo looked even sadder.
"Really?" Heero asked. The bell rang. "What grade are you in?"
"One."
"So am I! Come on then." Heero grabbed his and Duo's bags and led his new friend to class.
* * *
Duo walked into the room. It was full of children! A lady stood at the front of the class while the children all sat down. Duo didn't know where to sit so he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for the lady to notice him.
"Hi! You must be Duo. I'm Mrs. Whilder." The lady told him. She had short black spiky hair and a young face. "Class, this is Duo. Would you like to tell us something about yourself?"
Duo stared out at all the faces. They were all staring at him, waiting. Expecting. He looked at his shoes.
"Does anyone here know anything about Duo that they'd like to share?"
The boy from the playground with blue eyes put up his hand.
"Yes Heero? Do you know anything about Duo that you could tell the class?"
In truth, Heero had just wanted to go to the bathroom and hadn't been listening to the teacher, but he answered, "He has long hair and he can't eat sandwiches."
Mrs. Whilder smiled at Duo. "There you go. Now go sit next to Heero."
Duo moved to sit down next to the messy-haired boy.
Heero put his hand up again, "Miss, can I go to the bathroom now?"
* * *
"So anyway," Heero told Sister Maria as he jumped around the room he shared with two other orphans, "His name is Duo and he's REALLY skinny."
"Hey,...Hey! Come back here Heero!" Maria called, trying to catch Heero who kept bounding away as he rushed around, taking his uniform off.
"And he's *weird*! He doesn't eat sandwiches and he has long hair and he's real quiet and sad. He's not allowed to play soccer either." Heero kicked off his shoes in the direction of his bed.
"Heero, that's very interesting, but can you come here so I can clean your face??"
Heero stopped then stood in front of her, frowning.
"Good." Maria said, taking a wash-cloth and cleaning off the dirt that was smudging his cheeks
. "Well, he sounds like a most unfortunate boy anyway. I hope you remember to be charitable and kind." She reminded him.
Heero stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "Yes Sister Maria."
"Good." She stopped cleaning his face. "Now go have afternoon tea with the other boys."
Heero ran out of the room and Maria sighed to herself. She felt the corners of her mouth quirk at Heero's innocent childishness, loving her job and her life. If she was only to be wedded to the church and have no husband, at least she could look after children who had no parents of their own. It was her lively-hood.
Maria glanced around the room. Her smile faded as she noticed that Heero had left his clothes strewn all over the room, and his bed was still unmade from that morning. She sighed once more and started cleaning up.
* * *
Next Day
* * *
Timothy Green walked from his front door, his father yelling abuse after him. Actually, it wasn't his front door. It was one of the many houses his family had rented at during his ten years of life. They never stayed in one place too long. The neighbours always complained to their landlord about the noisy fights his parents always had late at night.
"Crap." Tim swore, as he realised he hadn't taken any lunch to school. /Understandable that I always forget when my parents never make me any. And it's not like they're going to giveme any lunch money. It's not even like they have any money to give./ Tim glared at his grubby sneakers that were only hanging together by threads.
"Hey Tim!" Adrian Crawley yelled as he jumped a bush and ran to catch up with his dark-haired friend.
"Hey Ade." Tim answered morosely, still scuffing his shoes along the path, his head down.
"What's the matter?"
"Don't have any lunch, or money." Tim glared at his shoes again.
Adrian looked up as they approached the school. "There you go. Easy prey."
Tim looked across to where Adrian was pointing. A boy of about 6 stepped out of a rusty old Holden. He had shoulder length chessnut hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. An arm came out of the car window and handed the boy some coins, before the car pulled out, the arm waving as it went.
Tim rolled his eyes. The kid was tiny, this would be easy. Violence really wasn't going to be necessary.
The boy walked into the school.
"Kay then, what are we waiting for?" Ade grabbed Tim by the arm and the two followed the boy into the school.
* * *
TBC
So Duo is going to robbed. But it won't be half as simple as that, and will violence be necessary? *reassures people afraid of death-fics* Don't worry, he won't die.....not in the next chapter anyway, which will be very eventful....Anyway, I am once again expecting 10 reviews to continue. Once again, if you really and truly want more, take the time to review, even if you have already. To be extra picky, please say something other than: 'good, more please'. Although it's kinda flattering, I want to know WHY it's good, why you want more, what I could improve...anyway, thanks again -The Review Whore.