A/N: Woohoo! Second chapter! I felt like writing this before the final chapter of SOS, so...tadaa! And no...not exactly updated quickly...oops. And, before you wonder, the world doesn't know the war's over (temporarily) yet.

Warnings: Found first chapter. Go read them! GO, I say! (And yes, this will be 1x2(x1). It just hasn't happened yet.)

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Chemical Romance

Chapter 2

If You Ever Felt Lost

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That night, the five pilots met in Duo and Heero's room, all somber. Heero, as the unofficial leader solely by numerical rank, took the role of chairman uneasily.

"The war's temporarily over, and we have to stay here. There's no room for changing our orders, unless disobeying a direct command," he began. "Duo?" Duo nodded, taking the floor.

"We all hate this school, and I ain't about to sit around and watch Q get beat up again," Duo snapped. "I say screw the scientists and get the heck out of dodge, but then we're 'treasonous'." He made little quotation marks in the air, rolling his eyes at the same time. "I mean, just for SAFETY, we oughta find a good safe house and sit for however long it takes for Treize to go back to war." Heero shook his head.

"Unacceptable. We've been ordered to stay in St. Francis," he stated. Duo rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, and we were also ordered to act like normal kids, too. Oops," he retorted. "Hell, I got nowhere else to go, but think of Tro and Quat! They've got mansions and sisters." Wufei nodded.

"I don't have anywhere to go, either. Trowa and Quatre should be allowed to leave, at least," he reaffirmed. "Two pilots going home isn't treason."

"I'm staying," Quatre said, sitting in Trowa's lap with the slightly older boy holding him close. "If that's our orders, they most likely have a good reason for it. OZ is probably still watching for us." Trowa nodded, and Duo sighed.

"So, what? We sit around and play prep?" he grimaced. "That doesn't sound like what I wanted to do when peace came around. Then again, I'd never really thought about what to do after the war. How long's temporary, anyway?" Quatre shrugged.

"We stay, but we stay comfortably," Wufei finally said. "I'm not pretending to be normal. If someone tries to hurt Quatre again, we stop it." Heero nodded.

"Security is important. Quatre will have at least one pilot with him at all times," Heero stated, and the others nodded, although the blonde didn't seem very pleased with the arrangement. "If threatened, use force. No casualties."

"So...guess this means I'll actually have to do my homework. Damn," Duo frowned; the meeting was clearly done.

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Duo sighed. "I never thought a teacher could be this stupid," he grumbled, slamming his head down onto the desk as Heero "hn"ed in agreement. They'd been tortured by the purity of Juliet's love for almost an hour now. The idiot stopped his lecture as soon as the braided boy's head hit his books.

"Do you have a problem with my lecture then, Mr. Maxwell, or did you miss out on the past year of sleep," he asked snidely, and Duo's violet eyes glinted dangerously when he looked back up.

"Yep," he grumbled. Sleep depravation: another bonus of his job. The teacher blinked at him.

"So, pray tell, what's your philosophy on Romeo and Juliet? Love or lust," he asked. Duo shrugged.

"Both. I mean, Romeo starts out a horny little bastard. First thing you do when you meet a new girl's check her out," Duo explained. "But, then he got to know her, and poof. Lust to love." The teacher's snide look didn't go away, and Heero could tell the man was about to do something dirty. Intellectuals never liked to be upstaged.

"And what is love, Mr. Maxwell, since you seem to have all the answers," he asked spitefully, and Duo gaped. Finally, the boy glared at the teacher.

"Like you know, either?! You just PMSing, or did someone stick a tree up your ass," Duo snapped. The class gasped, and the teacher took a step forward.

"Mr. Maxwell! How dare you insult me!" Duo waved him off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." By now, Duo looked completely disinterested. "Teach, already." Now, the man was turning purple, but before he could say anything, the bell rang. "Thank the lord," Duo whispered, so low even Heero could barely hear him.

In the time they'd known each other, Heero had come to realize his best friend only spoke religiously oriented comments in extremely stressful situations. As their day-to-day activities usually involved some life-threatening event or another, Duo wasn't easily flustered, but apparently the teacher had managed to do it. Heero couldn't help but be concerned; had a rhetorical question really bothered him that much?

"You okay," Heero asked as they walked out of the classroom, and violet eyes immediately snapped up to his blue. Duo grinned.

"Yeah. Just kinda pissed about all this school shit," he shrugged. Heero let him talk. "I don't like all these rich kids. I mean, Quat's okay because he's one of us, but these kids...they don't know shit about the world, and their teachers don't know anything either! It's like swimming in a sea of ignorance!" Heero smirked.

"Deep." Duo playfully whacked him on the arm, still smiling.

"Oooh, hey, we have chemistry now!" He began to chuckle madly. "Heh heh heh...you'd better be my lab partner. I need someone who won't go throwing my recipe awry." The blue-eyed boy quirked an eyebrow up. "Oh, don't worry! It'd just blow us up." Heero's smirk returned.

"Hn."

"Which translates to, 'ooh, goody! I'm so excited!'. Glad to see you're so happy," Duo chuckled. Heero smirked once more.

"Hn."

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The game was absurdly boring, and they had front row seats.

At a suggestion from Quatre to make them seem more 'normal', they were at the home soccer game. Wufei couldn't have been more bored; the players would run up the field, then down the field, kicking the same stupid ball, trying to get it in a net guarded by one measly boy in a frilly-colored shirt. There was no honor in that. The stupid goalie ought to have stayed off the field and saved some of his dignity.

Even Duo seemed to be bored with the game, not even joining in the "Go beavers go!" chant. Then again, Duo hadn't been in a very good mood since their meeting.

The crowd stood in excitement for the ball (once again) passing the frivolous goalie's pathetic attempt and made it into the net, screaming and waving their hands ecstatically. The five boys were the only ones still sitting.

"Huh? What happened," Quatre looked around. Trowa shrugged, his arm around the blonde's shoulders.

Bernard the Beaver singled them out, bounding towards them easily since they were right in front. Wufei was insulted just by the thing's hideously exaggerated face.

"Vvvv vi veeee." The mascot spoke by blowing air between its teeth. Yet another affront to the Chinese pilot. Bernard quickly singled Duo out, pulling him on the arm. "Vvvvvv!" Duo slapped the idiot's hand away.

"Off, chubby," he grumbled. He was sitting on the end, because only Heero had the guts to sit next to the pissed-off Shinigami. The beaver put his hands in front of his fake eyes, then pulled them away, playing a game of peek-a-boo. When Duo didn't play along, Bernard the Beaver pouted.

"VVVVvvvvVVVIeeee," he whimpered, and began to tug on Duo's arm again.

"Back OFF," Duo snapped, slapping the arm away again.

"VVV." Bernard tugged on his arm insistently. Duo's face hardened, his eyes glinting devilishly.

"Alright," he grinned, stood up, and punched the side of Bernard's fluffy top so hard the mask spun around the man's head as he fell down onto the grass below. He smirked at the other pilots. "I'm out." With that, he walked off, the hushed crowd gaping at his exit. Quatre sighed.

"This was a bad idea," he murmured, and Trowa gave him a quick, reassuring kiss on the forehead. Heero stood up.

"I'll go after him," he stated, and walked off the way Duo had run, just as someone threw a shoe at the remaining pilots with another uninspired and common insult. Of course, Quatre caught it, and just let it drop to the ground below the metal bleachers.

"We should go," he sighed, and the three walked back to their dorm rooms, the angry cries of the crowd following them back to the building.

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A/N: Okay, for clarification, we're gonna have a couple more chapters of Pilot Torture, and then VERY Good Revenge, and in the middle of all that there's going to be blossoming, sweet, fluffy 1x2 goodness. Poor Wufei...I never give him a good pairing...

READER RESPONSES:

Mistress Koishii: Hi!!! I'm so glad you're excited! Yeah...Treize was in only that one scene, so no worries 'bout that. This is purely pilot goodness.

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Rekkaboziegirl: Why am I so mean to Quatre? Well, the school's a stupid, shitty, preppy school where they can't get over who you kiss. And besides, there will be MUCH ass-kicking. No worries.

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