Author : ChibiCriminal
Title : Death With A Kiss
Rating : Again it's going to be R, or an M, or whatever letter seems to want to use. No bad language yet. I'm proud of myself!
Disclaimer : As much as I wish they were mine, they're not. They belong to big corporations with lots of money, unlike chibi, who is thus broke and only wants to play a little bit.
Warnings: Yaoi. 1+2+1/1x2x1 , 3+4/3x4. Still no idea about Wufei. . . x.x!
Chapter 1 : Great Expectations
The braided boy stood expectantly as the professionally dressed, aristocratic woman entered the small office. He watched as she pushed the door shut with a soft click and made her way over the immaculate desk, holding nothing but a rather thin, plain looking folder. He frowned softly. She wasn't exactly what he would call 'old', but she was no spring teenager, either. Her hair was pulled back tightly in two braided buns and a set of regal glasses adorned her nose, giving her a very political air. Typical aristo.
She set the folder down on the desk and sat, folding her hands in front of her, while giving him a rather scathing look. "Sit."
The boy ground his teeth silently, but did as he was told, sitting stiffly on the rather uncomfortable chair. Better off to not say anything other than necessary. He had a feeling that she wasn't really the type to laugh at one of his more morbid jokes.
"I am Principal Une," she said sharply. "It is my. . .pleasure. . ." she sniffed haughtily, "to welcome you to Twin Oak Academy." She sneered at him slightly and, once again, got the impression that he wasn't going to be all that welcome here. Any facial gestures were quickly wiped clean as she continued on. "We have strict rules and you are expected to follow them as stated." She slid a rather thick packet of what he assumed were the school rules and expectations, across the desk to him. "You have exactly seven days to read the handbook and return it, signed and initialed in all the appropriate places. Consequences for breaking these rules are contained within the handbook as well."
The braided boy picked up the packet and began leafing through it, frowning as the rules went on for pages. Good lord. . . what was wrong with these people? Who, in the name of hell, had thought up all this crap?
Principal Une cleared her throat, gaining his attention once more. "I take it that your preferred name is Duo Maxwell?" She sneered again, staring down at the open folder where his transcripts lay.
He visibly bristled. Was there something wrong with the name? It had been his preferred name for years, and now somebody had a problem with it because it wasn't an aristo name? "Yes," he said thinly, glaring at the handbook instead of the principal. Play nice, Shinigami. .
"You didn't say why you transferred to this academy in your opening letter. Would you care to enlighten me, Mr. Maxwell?" She asked haughtily. Duo heard the unsaid question in her voice. 'And how could you afford such a transfer?'
"For the curriculum, of course," he answered easily, forcing a smile. He'd practiced it at least a dozen times on the train. "My old school was horribly lacking in any kind of organization. I felt this school was a better choice, and with the recent death of my parents, I acquired the funds to attend."
She looked slightly impressed, but that wasn't saying much. She glanced down at his transcripts again. "Indeed. We have much higher educational expectations at this institution, and we expect all of our students to reach a certain standard. You will be taking a full class load this year, Mr. Maxwell, and your grade results will be closely monitored for the next two trimesters to ensure your. . . success." In other words, if you don't get good grades, kiss your ass good bye.
The braided boy nodded, silently cursing this Heero Yui for putting him through this torture. He'd have to make quick work of this one and get the hell out of this damn prison. No use in staying any longer than necessary.
She slid a piece of paper across the desk with his class schedule, room assignment, and food account number. Apparently meals were not included in the heavy tuition he had already paid. At least they wouldn't be serving mystery meat. "Rooms are checked twice weekly to ensure proper organization and cleanliness. It is up to you and your roommate to achieve standards as necessary. Standards are stated in the handbook, as well as consequences for untidiness."
Duo sighed silently, looking down at the rule book again. This was going to be much harder than he anticipated.
"Your required uniforms have already been sent to your room," she said, standing and turning to stare out the window. "Hair such as yours has never been a problem before . . ." Duo ground his teeth, hearing the insult in her words, "but until it becomes a problem, I shall allow it." She turned back to him frowning. "I have gone to great lengths to allow your transfer, Mr. Maxwell. I hope that I do not regret my decision in approving your membership."
The braided boy stood, giving her a stiff bow. "Thank you, Principal Une. I hope to exceed your expectations."
"I do as well, Mr. Maxwell," she nodded. "You have been assigned to an older student who will help you settle in for the next week. He shall meet you outside of your room at exactly 4:00 P.M. this afternoon to give you a tour of the campus and guide you to your classrooms. If you have any questions at all, you will contact him. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Duo said, nodding once.
"Good. You may go get settled," she said, turning once more and dismissing him.
"Thank you, Principal Une," he said calmly, turning and heading out of the small office.
"Good day, Mr. Maxwell."
With a pained sigh, Duo Maxwell pushed the plain white door to his assigned room open, lugging in the heavy black duffle bag he had brought with him. He glanced over the furniture arrangements with distaste and wondered if the room could possibly be any more dull. The room was spacious, no denying that. . .but horribly plain. Two beds on opposite sides of the room, two desks, two dressers, and bare shelves on the white walls. Not exactly what he would call homely by any means. He kicked the door shut behind him, reveling in the loud noise it made as it slammed shut. Rules be damned. . . I'll find my own ways of revenge.
His attention turned towards the bed across from him. Wasn't he supposed to be roomed with someone? He was sure he was in the right room, and Une had said he would have a room mate. Duo blinked in confusion, amethyst eyes trying to find even the smallest hint of someone else's things. Nothing. It looks like no one even lives in here. . . there's certainly nothing to prove otherwise. . .
He dropped his things down beside the closest bed and glanced around once more. Not empty. He could smell it in the air. A distinct scent of . . . something. Curiosity enveloped him and he padded across the small room to where the scent was strongest, stopping before the plain oak desk. Dark eyes flashed with anticipation as he quietly ran his fingers over the smooth wood, passing over the small metal lock on the top most drawer. Open. It clicked softly as the key hole turned, and Duo allowed a small smile to pass over his features. Oh yes, there was indeed someone here. He pulled the drawer open and stared at the stacks of neat papers that filled the inside, all typed neatly and filed according to date, it seemed.
And the name at the top most page. . . Shinigami laughed. This was just too good to be true! They couldn't have made this any easier for him, could they?. His roommate was Heero Yui. The very same he had come for. How ironic. He'd be sleeping in the very same room as his future victim. Perhaps this assignment wouldn't be so difficult after all. . .Infact, Duo thought he could make rather quick work out of it.
Author Notes : Another revamped chapter. Again, not much is really done with it except some errors were corrected and a few things reworded. Hopefully I get the next chapter all spit shined and ready by the end of the week, and a new chapter out before Christmas hits. Look for it! Thankies!
