Authors Note: I seem to be unable to right long chapters for this story Perhaps is that I am depending on my readers to figure out what is going on. However and I really disappointed with this chapter I have managed to think up. I apologize for the crappiness.
Chapter 3
If you thought being in a classroom that you had no idea what the hell the teacher was talking about was bad enough for Heero, lunch was an even greater nightmare. Heero got an all expressed paid tripped to the bowls of hell; where ignorance runs as high as your urge to kill. Cheerleaders scowled at him, jock laughed and taunted, the "geeks" backed away in fear, and "wannabees" made failed attempts to shot him a death glare. He could already assume this was going to be the longest 40 minutes of his life.
Sitting at a table in the back with his "friends" was not even that great. Every other word that came out of Quatre was "fuck" which did not suit the pacifist he that he was, not to mention it was extremely annoying. Duo seemed to be the same, except he got a little more touchy with the female population; his ass count has not reached twenty in this lunch period alone. Wufei was unnaturally talkative which scared Heero the most, almost to the point where he screamed in terror when Wufei spoke more than 2 words.
Lucky, there was still one person in the group who did not change so much. Trowa seemed to still be the "silent solider" Heero remembered from the real world. Trowa just seemed to be absorbing what everyone said, cracking a smile every time one of them threw a hissy fit. Heero finally found a tie to the old world…a glimmer of hope…a traitor.
There was no way Heero was going to trust anyone in this little band of merry man, even the most normal one. Trowa was known for going undercover to get what he desires, it would not surprise Heero if Trowa was working for some evil corporation either because someone threaten him or he needed something from them. Whatever the case, Trowa was not to be trust.
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"So want to come over?" Trowa asked as he and Heero walked home together. Heero raised his eyebrow suspiciously. "You know, to do homework."
Homework…hehe yes 'homework'
A perfect opportunity to examine Trowa alliances, and perhaps find out what type of messed up operation he was in. "Sure," he said twitching at the word. He hated this dumbing down of his vocabulary so the ignorance that ran in their group could understand.
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Heero stared at Trowa as he did his homework, hoping the ex-solider would say something or at least do something besides Algebra! For the whole hour and a half, Trowa did nothing but his homework, the evilness of it all!
Heero gnawed on his pencil annoyingly, growing impatience each minute he was there trying to analyze an statue. Finally, Trowa put down the pencil and met Heero's burning eyes.
"Yes Heero, I know I am ridiculously sexy, but could you please stop staring at me, I am starting to wonder about you," Trowa said with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.
My analyzes was incorrect. He has changed! To a sarcastic pervert. Unless…Ahah, they read my thoughts, they know I am on to them. Trowa is putting up a ruse. Ha, he thinks he can outwit me? Poor sad Trowa.
"Hn," was Heero's response.
"What is up with you," Trowa said, raising an eyebrow at his friends coldness, "I mean this whole say you haven't said more than two words to me or anyone. All you do is stare at me like I am plotting something evil." Trowa sighed putting away his books, "Listen, if it has to do with that dream…"
"It was not a dream," Heero interrupted, "I am a very logical person Trowa, I know the difference between dream and reality."
"Do you?" Trowa countered, his features returning to those of a solider who has seen to much bloodshed in his days…Trowa.
"Yes…I do," Heero hissed through his teeth.
"Reality…is a very vague term. What is reality? Is this reality? Or is this world we live just a dream, the hope we all prayed for every night as we laid in our beds hoping we will live another day without suffering. Or is what we dream the reality? The nightmares, the fantasies, the messages. That is the reality, the true world. So then, right now you and me talking, could either be a dream or reality. Me, I do not know nor do not care what it is. Maybe tonight I'll wake up in another world. Maybe I'll see truest forms of the people we see here.
You think to black and white. One world is reality and one world is fantasy. That is what you are saying over and over in your head. However, have you ever stopped to think that maybe they are both realities. Other planes or dimensions that our brain can open up when our mind is at its strongest."
Heero just looked at Trowa, a completely blank look on his face, that masked the true thoughts that ran through his mind like runners in a marathon.
"Or maybe I am just thinking to much," Trowa said coldly, and returned to his homework.
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That night as Heero was getting ready for me, he looked over the events of the day. Trowa showed a side of himself he did not even knew existed in the old world. Something was not right with this Trowa. He did not belong in this world and he did not belong in Heero's world. He would still have to keep a eye on this phantom named Trowa.