Something to Talk About
By Wolf Girl
Disclaimer: I do not have any sort of ownership over the characters or the premise of Gundam Wing. I do not make any sort of profit off of this story.
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, minor Relena bastardization, OOC Heero (not stoic enough, please forgive me).
AN Warning: Unfortunately, my grammar and punctuation usage is a weird mix of American and British styles... Enough said.
Pairings: 1x2x1, others...
TWO: Acrimony
Journal Entry #67
These people think they know me. They say my hair is brown, my eyes are violet, they say I'm cheerful all the time. They expect me to talk and be happy. They think I like being the center of attention, that I do things to get attention.
But I'm not always happy. I feel sad just like anyone else. My constant cheerfulness is just a facade to cover up whatever my true feelings are. I can't share my feelings with others. I learned long ago that feelings are best kept to yourself.
And sometimes I like being alone...
(:::)
Duo paced his room as he the phone rang. "Pick up..." he murmered, then made a face as he got the answering machine. "Hey, Hilde this is Duo calling. I dunno where you are, but-- Hilde! Why didn't you answer the phone?"
Duo sighed in an exaggerated manner. "Hilde, you watch out for yourself. If you run around with that crowd you'll get yourself into-- What? I do not!" Duo squacked as his best friend accused him of mothering her.
"Okay, maybe a little. That's why I left though! Liberal arts school my ass! It's just as bad as high school. I even like this brand of torture better than the acadamy's... Okay..." Duo shut up as was requested, but only for a second as he launched into another tirade.
"Well, I've become something of a living legend at school. They don't bother to ask me why I left the acadamy, they just speculate... Yeah, like burning down dormitories and threatening teachers and stuff... Sleeping with a teacher... Those are my favorite ones. Oh? So how's that? I see. Really? Well, you watch out there. I'm not there to-- okay." Duo was silent as his friend told him to shut up yet again.
"And the locker room incident! I told you about that, right? Well now there are photos everywhere like I'm some kind of pin-up!" Duo shuddered. He paused as Hilde suggested some sort of solution. "I don't know who has the negatives, but it sure keeps me rolling in phone numbers... What? Oh, both guys and girls! No... They always just want a good time. They don't even know me or bother to get to know me... Yeah... Well, it could be worse..."
"Relena and her 'group' aren't happy though... I draw the attention away from them." Duo grinned evilly. "Yeah, they do their best to make school a living hell for me. Good thing I'm me, right Hilde?" Duo threw a dart at the dartboard he had afixed to the back of his door. "Well recently it's been more like sneering and tripping. I think they're running out of things to do. Yeah. My only advantage is my good looks. Nevermind my brains or brawn or my exceedingly wonderful artistic skills. Yeah yeah... So when're you coming to visit?"
"DUO GET OFF THE PHONE! I NEED TO CALL MARIA!!!" Relena yelled from just outside his door.
Duo winced. "Okay, sounds good. Okay. Bye, Hilders." Duo hung up the phone and threw himself on his bed. "YOU CAN USE THE DAMN PHONE NOW, OKAY PRINCESS??!"
The door creaked open and Relena rushed in, only to snatch the phone from Duo's lax hand. "You're always hogging the phone talking to your girlfriend."
"Too bad I'm GAY!!" Duo yelled. "What do you want the phone for so bad anyway? You only get like this when you call your little boyfriend Heero. All he ever says is 'Hn,' anyway, how can you have a conversation with him on the phone?"
"Your hair is messy. You should rebraid it," Relena commented snidely as she left the room, purposefully ignoring Duo's questions.
Duo groaned and buried his face in his pillow.
(:::)
Duo still occupied a table by himself in the dining room and still spent his lunches drawing fake tattoos on himself rather than eating his school- provided lunch
The other half of his solitary eating habit was that he bother acting particularly welcoming. A person would have to be partially crazy to go sit with a person who was a rumored wacko.
The only good thing I've got going for me is my bad reputation. It keeps me safe. No one will really mess with someone if they think that person will knife them, Duo thought.
"May I sit here?" a light male voice asked.
Duo looked up. A petite blonde boy with large aquamarine eyes was standing in front of his table. The blonde flashed a shy smile and quickly glanced around the room.
"Someone told me you were mean, but I can tell that's not true," the blonde went on. "And you were sitting by yourself, so I decided to come over. I don't know anyone yet anyway."
"Sit if you want to. You'll catch hell for it later. I'm Duo Maxwell- Peacecraft, the resident eccentric. I may run, I may hide, but I never lie." Duo stuck out his hand.
"Quatre Rabera Winner, pleased to meet you. I've been called a bit eccentric myself. This is my first day at school here." Quatre set his tray down and they shook hands.
"Well, this is my first week. 'Hello, Devil, welcome to hell,' as said in Inherit the Wind."
The blonde boy laughed and slid into a chair. "I've read that book, and that's funny. You're funny. I hope we can be friends."
"Me too. You can have too many enemies, but never too many friends!"
"A person can have too many sisters though. I've got twenty-nine of them, and they're all older than me." Quatre quipped.
Duo promptly choked on a mouthful of sandwich. "And here I thought that one sister was bad. We're the same age because I'm adopted. She seems to take the adopted part personally, like there was something wrong with her so our parents had to get me too. Well, she's popular and I'm not so I don't see what's got her all worried. She's that one, over there in the pink." He gestured behind himself to the general area where Relena was sitting.
"Oh, the one talking to the brunette boy staring at you?" Quatre asked innocently.
"Yeah-- someone's starying at me?" Duo craned his neck to look. "Which one?"
Quatre pointed to the sullen faced Heero Yuy. Duo blanched.
"Naw, couldn't have been him. You must have got it wrong. He's not looking now. Besides, that guy, Heero Yuy, he hates me."
"I guess I could have been mistaken." Quatre shrugged, realising this was an unsafe subject.
"So where'd you move from?" Duo asked, eager to change the conversation.
"I moved here from Wisconsin. My father had had me in a conservatory but decided I needed to get a real education."
"A conservatory? I used to go to a liberal arts school. It wasn't a normal liberal arts school though. There were all kinds of..."
That's very interesting, Quatre thought as Heero started looking their way again, then his attention went back to what Duo was saying.
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End notes: Acrimony means bitter, harsh or biting sharpness.
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