A/N: First! This is in competition with a few other fics to see which I write. PLEASE go check those out, and tell me which you'd like me to do. Well, eventually I'll do all of 'em, but hey. Time's money, and all of 'em at the same time? (laughs) Not gonna happen.

SO! This ENTIRE thing is based on the music video for I'm Not Okay (I Promise), by My Chemical Romance. Yup, the band's the title. Me? I'm just twisting it for my own fun, and subsequently yours, you lovely reader you. Hooray! And yes, I know this (ie the war ending via Treize reverting to childhood) would never happen, but hey.

Warnings: 1x2, 3x4, Angry G-boys, Snooty Prep School Students, Profanity, and (Funny) School Violence. OH! Major OOC for Treize, too, but he's only there for one scene, and he's insane, so I guess it doesn't really count. ONWARD!

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Chemical Romance

Chapter 1-

If You Ever Felt Rejected

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Treize smiled up at Lady Une. "I'm done," he proclaimed proudly, and the woman blinked quickly behind her glasses.

"Excuse me, sir," Une asked, not understanding the sudden outburst. "What do you mean, you're done?" Treize giggled, and Lady Une gaped as he pulled his legs up onto the chair.

"I'm done fighting," he exclaimed, and began to toy with his ginger locks, twirling them around his finger. "I wanna go home and eat chocolate!"

"Sir...are you feeling well," Une asked, and the twenty-four-year-old man nodded happily.

"Yep! I just wanna go home and eat chocolate. OOH! And ice cream! Can I have ice cream, too," Treize asked hopefully. Lady Une gulped.

"I...I guess so, sir...Would you like to announce this to the troops," she asked. What had happened to her commanding officer? Treize Khushrenada was a man of elegance and taste, the apex of nobility and refinement. So what was he doing toying with the pen on his desk, rolling it back and forth...back and forth... "Sir!" Treize jumped, tucking his hands behind his back.

"SORRY!" Une sighed, rubbing her temples.

"Are you capable of addressing OZ," she pleaded. Treize shook his head hurriedly. "Very well." She pushed a button, and began speaking. "To my fellow believers in OZ: return home to your families. Our leader has fallen into a temporary...distressed situation. As soon as this is rectified, we'll take up arms once more. Thank you for your support. The war is over...for now." She cut it off, and Treize clapped for her exuberantly. "Thank you, sir."

"You used such big words! Rec...rect..."

"Rectified."

"Yeah! I want ice cream!" Lady Une sighed. She prayed for the world that this was only a temporary- VERY temporary- condition.

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Duo was pissed.

It was their fourth day of school, and still the brats had yet to warm up to him. HIM! Loveable, bouncy Duo! They all just sneered when he came by. Duo snorted. He'd gotten even HEERO to like him, but nooo. These annoying upper crust New York students were too busy feeling superior to give them a chance.

Compared to Quatre, he was rather well off. The blonde-haired Arabian was only surviving from Trowa and the other boys' constant attention. As the shortest one of them, not to mention openly cuddly with the taller pilot, he had already been shoved into two lockers.

Trowa was already in detention for nearly pummeling the kid who did it. Quatre had held him back, and the Heavyarms pilot was NOT in a friendly mood. The normally calm boy was livid whenever anyone dared to shove his love.

The second time the blonde was shoved into an open locker, Wufei had quite literally had the boy shaking in his boots when he pulled his sword out. Quatre yet again had come to his rescuer's side and stopped them.

That made Duo wonder. Why did they even bother to push Quatre into the locker, when any mammal with opposable thumbs could get out in two seconds flat?

Anyway, Wufei was right along with Trowa in detention.

Remarkably, Heero and Duo had remained unscathed. Regularly they got in trouble. Now the student body settled on ignoring the two, who had every single class together, after a few seconds of laptop jockeying. The five had almost every class with another pilot; OZ had nearly caught on at the last school, and the Gundam Pilots were taking no chances this time.

Heero had made PE his primary objective. To seem as inconspicuous as possible, all five were in the same exact Croquet class.

Duo chuckled. Croquet. He was almost excited to play it with the others, just to see their reactions when he walloped them. The braided boy smirked. He was a man of many talents.

"Hey Hee-chan, I'm bored," Duo whined, and the other boy, in the blue blazer and tie demanded of Prissy Prep School, Hell USA, glared. It was lunch, and the remaining three sat outside on white concrete, hopefully far enough away from the rest of the student body to be ignored.

They weren't scared. They were just...careful. No, really.

"Annoy Quatre," Heero grumbled, and Duo smirked.

"Aww, but I did that in Psych! Nah, he's still emotionally disturbed," Duo explained. "Obviously, I need fresh meat." Heero looked up from his rice.

"I'm not meat," he stated coldly, glaring a painful demise his friend's way. The braided boy shrugged, biting into his pizza. Quatre still couldn't help but gape as it went down in one move.

"Is that healthy," the blonde asked, and Duo grinned.

"Probably not. But hey, I figure if I go down, it probably won't be from a clogged artery," he said cheerily. Quatre frowned.

"You should still take care of your body. It'll help you in the-"

"Long-run? What long-run? Live for today, Quat! Eat the pizza," Duo yelled out, and Quatre blushed as the few students outside stared at them disdainfully. "Damn preppy brats. Wouldn't know a-" He was cut off when a full can of coke flew at his head, and he caught it easily.

"QUEER!" Duo rolled his eyes. What an pathetic, uninspired insult.

"01?"

"02."

"Permission to inflict a non-lethal wound," Duo asked hopefully, and although Heero smirked, he shook his head.

"Denied. We're supposed to be normal," he stated. Duo sighed, scratching his head.

"Can I at least chuck the can back and whack the jerk in the head," he pleaded. Heero, indifferent, shrugged. "ALRIGHT!!!" The can went sailing into the air. "Bombs away, bastards!" The aluminum projectile slammed straight into the blonde's forehead, knocking him backwards and into the nearby dumpster. "BWAHAHAHAH!"

"Duo, I wish you wouldn't do that," Quatre frowned, and Duo rolled his violet eyes.

"Come on, Q! If you don't fight back, they're just gonna keep shoving you into lockers," Duo said, and Quatre smiled.

"I find that sometimes, if you don't do anything, it'll stop," he said honestly, and Duo shrugged.

"Well, it's your choice. Just know if I'm present, they're getting whacked," the braided boy said, and Quatre nodded absentmindedly. "Hey, Heero! How long till the Mads get us out of this hell-hole?"

"Two more days," Heero said, back on his laptop. Duo slumped down to the ground, sighing.

"I'd rather blow up the school than spend two more days here," he grumbled, and Quatre laughed.

"Duo, you'd blow it up anyway," he said, and Duo grinned. Oh, yes he would. They settled back into a comfortable silence, listening to Heero type...Duo frowned.

Why wasn't Heero typing?

His eyes fell onto the Perfect Soldier, gaping at the screen. That in itself was enough to get Duo to his feet, gun in hand almost instantly, searching the ground. Quatre wasn't far behind. They both scrammed for cover, Duo dragging Heero with him towards a nearby grove of trees. Still, he stared open-mouthed at the screen.

"Status, 01," Duo snapped, and Heero slowly turned towards the braided boy.

"It...it's over," he whispered, and Duo screwed his eyes up.

"Eh? Care to run that by me again, buddy," he asked, and Heero shoved the laptop's screen in front of Duo's face. Deathscythe's pilot's mouth fell.

"HOLY SHIT," he yelled, backing up into a tree, violet eyes huge. He began sputtering, trying to speak. In the end, Quatre ended up fainting, leaving Heero and Duo, one panting and the other in shock, staring at each other.

"What do we do now," Duo finally managed to ask, and Heero frowned.

"J sent one last mission. The peace is only temporary. We're to wait," the Perfect Soldier let a frown slip through. "We're to wait here." Duo sighed.

"Shit," he said, and fell to the ground, braid trailing after him. "This just gets better and better."

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A/N: So. That's the basic plot. Can they last in the school? Or will Duo really blow it up? Hmmm...Well. I'm tired. Thanks for reading my lil' story. It'll be much better, I promise. This was actually the prologue, but with the non-prologuing system, it didn't work out too well.

Thanks for reading! Please review, and tell me if I should continue this.