Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?
Terra Cotta Fox

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and/or its characters. I don't own the title "Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?", it belongs to Green Day. And the actual character, Holden Caulfield, belongs to J.D. Salinger in his book "The Catcher in the Rye".

Chapter Two: Names for the Faces.

Section One.

Quatre grinned to himself, he was going to be able to be alone in an empty classroom with Ms. Denys while the rest of his classmates went to a physics presentation for the day at the university. He had intentionally not told his father about the trip. Thus, his father never signed the permission slip.

The blonde watched one by one his classmates boarding the large, blue and grey bus. He smiled at each of them, receiving a few middle fingers for his gesture, but that was inconsequential. Alone for an entire school day without being marked absent.

As the line of students diminished, he noticed on other boy watching from the other side of the line, Dewey Markus. Quatre gulped. Oh gods, I hope he isn't staying too. Oh please no, I don't wish to be tormented.

Dewey smirked. "So, Winner, I see that you haven't got a permission slip either. I hope you're prepared to have some fun today."

Quatre didn't say anything, only wished for something to protect himself for the next six and a half hours.

Section Two.

The odd old man whistled for Wufei to come over to where he was sitting. Obediently, the younger man complied.

"I want you to take these documents to Sally Po. They're concerning the Organization and our missions so be quick about it," the man said carefully.

Wufei, accepted the file folder and tucked them in his arms safely. "Master Ge, I accept this mission."

Ge snorted. "It ain't a mission, kid. It's an errand, just make sure Duo doesn't find out, or Howard, actually."

Wufei nodded. "Understood, sir, I'll do it as fast as I can possibly to it legally."

"Good for you, now get lost."

The Chinese boy bowed and left on his errand.

Section Three.

Quatre raised his hand.

"What is it Quatre, what do you want?" the teacher asked.

"May I leave to go to the restroom?" he asked, timidly.

She smiled. "Of course, Quatre, go ahead."

He nodded. "Thank you."

Dewey smirked and raised his hand also. "Ms. Denys, I need to use the restroom too. May I go as well?"

She nodded and waved toward the door. "Go ahead, Markus."

He smiled maliciously after he had left the woman's line of sight. Talk about a cake walk, he thought to himself.

Quatre walked calmly to the bathroom. Dewey was in the classroom still, so he couldn't do anything to him, not today.

Once he got to the bathroom, he sat on the sink and smiled to himself. "I was a little scared about Dewey being here too, but really I had nothing to worry about. It isn't like we're gonna end up alone together."

The blonde boy continued talking to himself until he heard the large door of the restroom being opened. Quatre winced in anticipation, the whole school was at a university twenty miles away, him and Dewey were the only ones left behind, he was about to be alone with one of the most dangerous boys in school.

The tall brunette entered the room, quickly stepping in front of the door, blocking it off completely. He smiled hatefully.

"How are you today, Winner?" he said in an eerily calm voice.

"F-fine, thank you."

He smiled wider. "Good, I'm glad to here it. Do you want to know what kind of day I'm having?"

Quatre shrugged. "W-why not?"

"I've had a shitty day, my dad, he's a real piece of work, said he didn't believe in physics so we wouldn't sign my paper. I really wanted to go to that, Winner. I myself am rather partial to the subject. After that, I find out that you are going to be staying behind as well. Now, as I am sure you know," Dewey Markus's eyes glittered dangerously. "I don't like faggots, call me close-minded, do whatever, but I just plain don't see how you would want something you have yourself, do ya see what I mean Winner?"

Quatre nodded.

"Good, I figured you would, you are pretty smart after all. Now, I am sure you can use that intelligent head of yours to figure out what I plan to do to you, right?" his smile vanished, almost making him seem less frightening.

"I don't know," Quatre said quietly.

"Ooh, I'm sorry Mr. Quatre Winner you are incorrect, since we have less than four minutes until school ends, I am going to give you hell and you will not say a word."

The smaller boy gulped. Oh god, please don't kill me, I'm only eighteen, I haven't inherited father's business yet.

Dewey's smiled returned only this time it was sharp looking, like it could cut him like a razor. Quatre was scared.

Section Four.

Heero flipped the TV on and tuned in to the local news. The blonde female newscaster and her handsome colleague smiled brightly from the small set. Heero was about to turn it off when they mentioned his school.

"At four yesterday, the head administrator, Walter Bey, at Woodland Hills Academy for Boys was killed in his office on campus," the blonde woman said solemnly. "The rumor mill has been saying it is because of his ties to the government that caused his assassination while others argue that it is more likely that a revengeful and slightly crazed student did it. Although we have no police report to support this claim, more people are saying that it was the 'So Be It' killer who assassinated him."

The male newscaster nodded. "In other news. . ."

Heero turned the TV off and flipped over on his bed. "I know who assassinated Mr. Bey. I was Duo, it had to be. He looked to be only about my age. I wonder why he isn't in school. . ."

Section Five.

Wufei walked calmly down the sidewalk of Eagle Drive, whistling to himself. Sally Po had given him a return message for all of the four mad doctors running the Organization. He and the other nine assassins working for them would be filled in later, he had been assured by the doctor. She had said it was too important for the mads not to tell them.

Wufei crossed the street. He noticed the large, private highschool that was there. It reminded him of all the schools and academies his parents had sent him to as a child before he had run away. Pristine environments, ideal supplies for everything, the best teacher money could buy, and the healthiest lunches ever dreamed by any nutritionist. Wufei laughed, there had definitely been a good reason for him to run away and join the Organization like he did. Or else he would still be going to a school like that one.

He walked on a little further and turned at the corner, through the tall, wrought-iron fence surrounding the perimeter of the school, he could see a green house and numerous trees and gardens. That isn't what caught his attention however, what had was a small, blonde boy leaning up against the side of one of the trees.

He looked just about like hell so Wufei decided to jump over the six-foot fence to see if the kid was alright. He was against the tree closest to the gate, so Wufei didn't have to walk very far to get to him. He was wearing the ridiculous uniform that all students here had to wear, light brown, pleated shorts, a maroon tie and light grey shirt. With the boy's pale complexion, he looked terrifically bad in it.

Wufei leaned over and tapped the boy, who responding only slightly by flinching a little bit. Wufei panicked, the boy looked seriously hurt, but he brought the boy to a hospital, as the one who brought him there, he would need to give his information as well, that created a problem because according to the government, he never existed.

(Imaginary Scenario)

"Hello, my name is Chang Wufei. My number is 222-899-7045 (1)."

The woman punches the numbers in. "Uuhh, sir, I'm afraid that number belongs to a six month old infant. I'm going to need your real ID number."

Wufei blushes. "I'm sorry miss, but that is my ID, so far as I know."

"If that is the case, I'm afraid your friend here is slightly unlucky today. We aren't permitted by law to accept him here without the ID of the person who brought him in, or that person himself if he had been the one to walk through those big glass doors there. Government policy, I'm afraid."

(End Scenario)

I guess I have to just bring him back to my place at HQ. Duo and I can probably help him somewhat, but I can't help feel like a kidnapper. Good Lord, Duo is going to have so much fun with this..

End Chapter One

Since I don't know what to talk about, I'm going to tell you about all of m sibs, meaning the ones I didn't actually talk about in my profile. I have three older sibs, Aloni and Ansley, they're both eighteen. I have a seventeen year old brother named Fletcher, and then Alexander (who, if you've read my profile, you know about) and then me. Alex and I were twins just like Aloni and Ansley (I know there is like a one in two-thousandths chance of two sets of twins in one family, but they run in both sides of the family and my mom has been pregnant eighteen times and has had nine abortions, two miscarriages and two that died from SIDS). And then I have Lolly who is nineteen months now. My dad is only thirty-six (keep in mind he has six kids) my mom is four years older than him. Do the math and you can figure it all out. My dad is a geologist (he has a Ph.D. and everything!) He licks rocks though, which is weird, he says it help identify them. Okay. The reason I didn't actually mention them is because they didn't actually move to Wyoming with us. See, they were all going to this charter school that my dad had paid for, so was I but my school refunded my tuition when we moved, but their school refused to refund anything, so they stayed with Jaymi's other sister Nina for the school year. Thus, they never moved with us. That's all, hope you're liking my story.
Hugs and Kisses,
Terra Cotta Fox (Ada)