Duo's Child
Chapter 14
Uno stepped into class the next day with a glare on her face. Duo had warned her, saying that if she still had not found a friend by the end of the week, he'd remove her from school. She was hoping that would happen but she wouldn't fight against meeting people because she can't do such a thing; she's got too kind of a heart to harm anyone against her own will.
Uno sat down in her seat while she watched as a few felloe classmates entered the room. Mr. Merky wasn't yet in so she had a safe welcome into the room without being reminded of what happened. Brittany sat down in front of her, sighing and slamming her back against the seat to make Uno's desk shake. Doug sat besides her.
"So Uno, what does your dad do?" Doug asked.
Brittany turned around to face her, "considering he's got a fancy sports car, I didn't think you'd have that much money. After all, you were home schooled."
"Why should myself be home schooled matter whether or not we have money?" Uno blinked after she spoke her sentence so confusingly; she needed to hang around with Heero and Trowa more often.
The other two blinked then finally Brittany spoke out, "well, since it takes a lot of money to home school somebody. My mom said there's a lot of taxes."
"Quatre pays for it all. We live in a mansion outside of town, Duo says."
"Who's Duo?" Asked Cindy, who was sitting behind her.
"I thought we had assigned seats," Smirked Uno.
"We pay no attention to them and he doesn't care." Cindy replied. "So, is Duo your father?"
"I have no parents. Duo is my guardian." At saying this, Brittany turned around to face Uno.
"No parents? So you were adopted?" Uno nodded.
"I grew up on the streets. My mom and dad died in the White Fang war."
All three went silent and Uno looked down at her desk where she held of her notebook and a pencil. From that, she was saddened by the sudden realization that this would give everyone another reason to pick on her; Uno cursed herself silently.
"You said you lived in a mansion?" Brittany reminded everyone.
Uno nodded. "With Quatre Winner."
"Winner?" By now everyone in the classroom was paying attention to Uno's story. "Isn't that the school's name?" Corey asked.
"He said he owns this school after his dad died in the war."
"Wow, so you're just about the richest person in the entire school!" Claryce exclaimed.
Brittany threw herself back into the seat of her desk while Uno smirked. Everyone returned to face the front of the room. Uno grinned; she was just about to take over the school as easy as that. She looked up and found Mr. Merky staring at her, a tiny smirk forming at the corners of his mouth yet at the same time, sadness forming in his eyes. Uno figured he had heard her explaining her parents loss from the war and felt her pain.
Jessica raised her hand. "What was the point of the White Fang war?"
Mr. Merky stood and sat on the corner of his desk, sighing and deciding how to explain such a confusing war to a bunch of children. He looked at each student, then to Uno.
"It was a war that was supposed to end all wars. Even though the Mareimaia War took down a few civilians, White Fang just about kill half of the Earths population. The point behind the beliefs of the White Fang were to fight a war that had to deal with all civilians, all colonists, and all soldiers to get them to understand just how terrible wars can be. It was supposed to make everyone understand that they had to work and maintain peace instead of leaving it up to the government to grasp it."
"But, why not just talk to each other and have everyone agree that war is bad?" Theresa asked.
"It's not easy to talk to people when they don't wish to talk," spoke Uno. "Remember, you wouldn't let me talk yesterday when I was trying to explain how I was smarter than all of you."
Brittany turned to face Uno, "Then why don't you tell us why people won't want to talk."
Brittany smirked at Uno. Uno glanced around at everyone. Mr. Merky folded his arms, awaiting Uno's proposal.
"Bullets kill people, but can you talk to a bullet and expect it to stop from killing you?" Uno questioned. "No, because it doesn't want to listen and only wants to kill for whatever reason it may have."
Mr. Merky smirked at Uno's statement. "Uno, I see you understand the meaning of war and pacifism better than I thought."
"That doesn't make sense, bullets don't have ears so how could you talk to them?"
"Doug, Uno is using a bullet as a symbol of someone who is out for bloodshed and not willing to talk. She made a wonderful example using the words she had to explain the difference between pacifism and rebellion. Some people believe an eye for an eye while others believe that no matter what happens, revenge is not the way of life."
"So Uno's a killer!" Corey snapped out loud and pointed towards Uno.
Mr. Merky lowered his head and shut his eyes. This was going to be a hard year.
By the afternoon, after recess and after most of the day—3:00—Uno had already practically owned half the school and the entire elementary department. While at recess, the same group of kids around the swings decided to make another bet and even though Uno won, decided Uno had to go. She didn't argue with them, instead, leaped off the swing as she had the previous day and flipped in the air, a trick Trowa had taught her a while back. Once she hit ground, she walked on as if she wasn't in pain from the sudden hard landing on concrete. The kids at the swings 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at her, but Uno ignored them and walked towards the basketball court.
There, a few older guys stepped up to her and told her to leave. Uno blinked at them and asked why, considering they looked older but appeared younger in body. Uno had their ball in her arms—since it rolled away from them when she stepped up to join in—and circled it around in her hands a couple times before leaving. When they demanded their ball back, she bounced it hard to the ground, which bounced away from them and towards the wall, off the wall and back towards the rack it came from, rolling to a nice smooth stop where it belonged to look like a post card picture.
When they all returned to class, Mr. Merky had assigned a few worksheets for homework to the students. Uno looked at it and rolled her eyes. More word scrambles and more easy answers that she had to do. But to most the class, 200 word scrambles were torture; to Uno it was a spare time task, spare time from between training with Heero.
At 3:30, Duo's vet pulled up to the curve when Uno was just exiting the school. He stood outside the car and smiled as she stepped up to him with her braid flipping around. He hugged her.
"So, how's my little Shinimegami?"
Uno smiled, "people hate me!"
Duo sweat dropped, "Eh? Say what?"
Uno giggled. "People hate me cuz I'm better than them."
"Bye Uno!" Uno looked over to where Doug and Brittany were getting in the same slow Lexus. Uno smirked.
"You met friends, I see." Duo blinked at them. "They were picking on you the other day, weren't they?"
Uno nodded, "yeah, but I made them all look like idiots in class!" She smiled.
Duo looked down at her. "How?" He grinned while he folded his arms.
"I either spoke out confusingly so only Mr. Merky understood what I was saying, explained things they didn't know, or showed off at recess by doing a flip off the swing sets and bouncing the basket balls in ways nobody else can."
Duo sweat dropped again, "Wow…Uno…heh…um…hm. You're about to take over the school, aren't you?"
Uno giggled and hugged at her backpack. Duo scratched his head. His little Shinimegami was already taking over the school; what happens when she gets older and has a Gundam? Duo swallowed.
Watch out Earth and Colonies, she may start a war just to show off…
"Duo?" Uno's pondering face look up at her and startled him out of dreamland and back to reality.
"Ah, nothing. Is Mr. Merky around? I'd like to meet him."
Uno shook her head. "No, he said he had a conference today. What's a conference?"
"Another term for meeting. You know a lot of words already…I'm shocked." Duo opened the door and let her in.
"Why?"
"Just am; you went from being unable to talk to taking over schools in less than a year." Duo smirked. When he walked around the car to his side, a few of the parents of other children—women of course—gawked at him and smiled, many thinking he was probably the cutest guy they knew.
"Picking up your little sister?" A lady passing by him asked.
"Ah no, my little girl, actually." Duo replied, leaning on his vet.
"Really? You look awfully young to have a kid. How old are you?" She stood, arms folded.
"Ah…um, I'm 21."
"Wow, so you were a little naughty when you were young." She smiled at him as she walked off.
Duo swallowed and felt happy he had Hildie because the lady who was just hitting on him looked 40. He sat in the car and started the engine, blaring loud metal music out the windows and letting all the parents around them—including that lady—hear it.
Duo drove off and sped past cars towards home. He was getting very happy now that Uno was making friends—even if it was through scaring the shit out of everyone.
"So, what else went on in class, today?" Duo began.
"I explained why people didn't like peace versus war."
Duo went still in voice, "Oh?"
"Mmhm. I said, you can't always talk if the other won't talk. Bullets can kill but you can't talk to a bullet."
"That's…a…a good comparison." Duo drove on home saying nothing. He was dead aware that Uno was knowing more than the average five-year-old was supposed to know, and he was slowly realizing that Uno was beyond capable of probably being able to handle the Wing Zero Gundam if she were old enough and the Gundam was still in tact. Then again, Uno wasn't a normal five-year-old.
