Notes and Disclaimers: I don't own GW…imagine how much food you'd have to buy for just Duo! Yeah, but there's this other character that I own, but she hasn't come in yet.
Chapter 1"Duo, come on! We're going to be late if you don't hurry!" Quatre said, tugging lightly in his friend's arm.
"But! I'm hungry and there's a vending machine just a few feet away!" Duo protested.
"We have lunch in just an hour and a half." Wufei stated.
Duo turned pleading eyes towards the Chinese pilot, "But I'll starve by then!"
"I have a candy bar in my pocket," Heero said. Duo immediately turned to his lover and started to reach for him, but Heero sidestepped him and smirked at him. "You'll only get it if we aren't late to class."
Duo looked crestfallen, but perked up when Heero leaned over and quickly pressed a kiss to his lips. Luckily no one else from the school noticed.
Duo then grabbed Heero's arm and dragged him toward their next class, Gym. Quatre and Wufei had to swiftly catch up when their loud companion suddenly took off without warning.
But as the four entered the gym, Duo stopped so abruptly Heero and the others nearly ran into him. Heero looked at his lover and found Duo staring at something further in the gym so he followed his gaze. Shock ran through his features momentarily before he masked it back to his usual impassive expression. Wufei looked at what had caught their attention and was very surprised.
"What is it? What made you stop?" Quatre asked from behind the others. He was actually shorter than all of his friends.
"We have one hot teacher," Duo said casually, breaking out of his paralysis.
Quatre frowned and then peeked over Duo's shoulder and then froze in place.
Dressed in shorts, school t-shirt, tennis shoes, and completed with a whistle was none other than Trowa Barton. Currently though he was talking quietly to someone who appeared to be another coach and hadn't noticed the four new students.
Heero smirked glancing over his shoulder at the blond and said, "Remember, we don't know him, we're undercover, though we still retain our own names."
Quatre looked up at him, closing his mouth and nodded. Straightening, he braced himself to see his lover that he couldn't touch or talk directly to.
Duo shook out of the rest of his astonishment and gripped his lover's arm once again.
"Come on so we can find seats together." He said as he lightly tugged on Heero.
Seats consisted of raised bleachers and the four went to sit near the top. Quatre and Wufei sat next to each other and in front of the other two mainly because Duo wanted to use them as a shield from just about everyone else. He now interlaced his fingers through Heero's hand and sat as close as he could. They sat quietly, conversations raging around and below them. A minute or so later the bell rang, signaling that class was to start.
Trowa and the other coach finished their own conversation and went to their respected classes. He didn't even look up at his students when he stood before him. He had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other as he looked over it. He called roll and as he was finishing someone that ran errands for the main office came in and handed him a sheet of paper. The class looked interested and actually paid attention to their coach.
Trowa read the paper and though only the four other pilots noticed, Trowa's eyes widened and he had to read it again. Then he slipped it under the clip and announced, "It seems that we have four new students class." He gazed at the four, his face blank, "Rise and state your names please." He said to them.
Duo stood, his fingers slipping from Heero's and said, "I'm Duo Maxwell."
"Heero Yui." Heero said simply, rising as his lover sat again.
Wufei rose, bringing the attention of several more people to him. He seemed to be able to draw attention to himself, but the Gundam Pilots knew it was because of his athletic grace that he possessed. "I am Chang Wufei."
And then Quatre rose and said softly, "I am Quatre Raberba Winner." A few of the classmates whispered at his name; some recognized him as the heir to the Winner Foundation.
Meanwhile Trowa was writing on the paper clipped to his board and nodded when the blond finished and took his seat again. "Okay everyone, dress out and meet on the blacktop. Today we're playing basketball." He said, looking up at the class again.
The class all trotted off to the locker rooms, while the four remained behind, slowly making their way down to their "teacher". When they reached him, Heero noticed that Trowa was glancing at Quatre, trying not to be obvious.
"So, Coach, what do we do?" Duo asked, cheerful as ever.
Trowa dragged his gaze to see the ever-cheerful pilot and gave a tiny smile. "Well, you can find some suitable clothes for gym in our storage room and then join the class." He suggested.
TBC