Authors Note: A big thank you to "hentinobaka" for giving me the correct spelling to Heero's real name "Odin Lowe"! I already knew I had spelt it wrong, but I was too absorbed in writing this fic to get the correct spelling. Forgive my laziness. I actually did not even remember the last name. I got lucky, at least I can say both started with an "L".
I am truly hoping that the inspiration that has suddenly struck me, stays with me so that I may finish U.U. soon enough. I am rather impressed with how many reviews I have been getting so early on in this fic. It is always nice and appreciated to get feedback from people who are actually willing to read my work. Thank you all. D
Disclaimer: The characters in this story, sadly, are not of my own creation. The story concept however, IS! I am not making any money off of this. And never will, despite how much I want the money for a new computer. tear
Warning(s): Soon to be shonen ai and all that other fun stuff, swearing, and soon to be some violence in there as well.
Enjoy
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UNIVERSALLY UNWANTED
Chapter 3: Organization
(Story by: SilverWoodGG)
- NET TYPE -
D.GTTLD (pissed off!): YOU! Where the hell were you yesterday!
Heero: Around. You are angry?
D.GTTLD (pissed off!): AROUND? God you have some nerve! Do you have any idea what I had to go through? And yes I am! Some stupid punk badmouthed me yesterday. It was so humiliating!
Heero: Oh?
D.GTTLD (pissed off!): What do you mean "oh"?
Heero: Why would someone want to do that? Surely they wouldn't do that for just any apparent reason.
D.GTTLD (pissed off!): HE DID! I didn't even say anything to him! Well, not much anyway. I was minding my own business and waiting for YOU to show up. Which you didn't and I am VERY mad at you for. I should totally block you for that.
Heero: But you won't.
D.GTTLD: Hee-chan, why weren't you there? I've been wanting to meet you since we started talking, but I feel like you're avoiding it. Do you not want to meet me? sad
Heero: Forgive me. I got sidetracked. Besides, maybe you don't know it yet, but we've already met.
D.GTTLD: Uh, no. I think I would have noticed someone as cool as you. winks
Heero: Tomorrow then. Only not by the tree, I am not fond of crowds.
D.GTTLD: Well why the hell didn't you say that before? Um…okay YOU pick the spot this time.
D.GTTLD: Hee-chan? Come ON, I've gotta get off soon! .
Heero: The math room, room 204.
D.GTTLD: …You've got to be kidding me. TT;
Heero: No. Tomorrow in room 204. I'll be waiting for you there.
- Heero has gone offline -
"Now Duo, it is time to face the new me. Don't think it will be easy."
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Heero had never felt this way before -- so free. He wandered the halls without any worries what-so-ever. So what if he was late? He hated the teacher anyway. And he wanted to get that through with his first impression. He didn't bother knocking like he normally would have. Instead he loudly shoved opened the door, his eyes piercing anyone in his way, most specifically Krushenada.
"Seems our new student finally had the common decency to show up. I am not impressed with your tardiness…" He looked at the clipboard. "Heero Yuy."
Heero shrugged casually.
"Nor am I fond of your behaviour." Mr. Krushenada whispered under his breath. "Class, meet Heero Yuy. Why don't you tell us about yourself --"
Heero deliberately ignored the teacher and went directly to the first empty desk, taking precaution to avoid his old one.
"Mr. Yuy! I don't know how teachers treated poor behaviour at your old school, but here we enforce that students show respect toward their seniors. Now I hate to do this on your first day, but if you continue this I will be forced to send you to the principal's office." Heero got back up from his chair and confidently made his way to the front; all eyes on him.
"Don't you dare threaten me, teacher." To those around him, Heero spoke with the utmost intensity. "Just give me the slip. I would be more than willing to leave here." Mr. Krushenada could not believe how this student was toward him. It was like he had anger toward him deep inside that was just dying to lash out at him. There was no way he was going to take this rebel lightly. He would make inquiries about this Heero Yuy, and find out just who is really is.
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It was finally lunch time. For about an hour the principal, Lady Une, had been lecturing him about good behaviour. He ignored all of it and proudly wore his smirk. He had never been so, absolute with everything, so bold. It felt like for once in his life, things were finally going his way. And all he had to do was have his body language shout "fuck off!"
Heero made his way up the staircase with ease, swinging open the doors and ignoring all the gaping stares that came his way. Room 204. He had reached his destination. As he had expected, the teacher had left promptly after the lunch bell. A few lingering math students were left but were soon motivated to leave once Heero entered the room.
He then sat by himself in the teacher's big comfy chair. His back was to the door, but that did not stop him from hearing Duo's loud entry.
"Yeah yeah Wu-man, just shut up and buy me something. I'll be down soon enough."
"Am I saving that seat again for your imaginary friend?" Wu-fei's short laugh was heard slightly after. "You know, would have thought someone would stand you up. It is actually fairly amusing, for me anyway. And I also never would have thought that I could make your face turn that red, Maxwell. It is so satisfying to see that I am finally able to get back at you."
"Wu, just shut up. I'm not in the mood for your stupidness."
"Fine by me. Though you do realize that 'stupidness' is not a word --" A large thump cut Wu-fei off abruptly. "MAXWELL! Just you wait!" And then the little Asian was gone.
Duo finally entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He hadn't noticed Heero in the teacher's chair. A small frown met his lips.
"Stupid Heero…he's gonna stand me up again." He walked over to the large windows and looked down amongst the schoolyard. So many people were just running around and having fun, most playing soccer, others just for the sheer randomness of it. There was also of course a large portion of them sitting and eating lunch. After all, some people do get hungry come lunch time, and teachers forbid food eaten in the classroom.
"Do you ever notice how 'organized' this school is?" A deep voice asked from behind the teacher's desk. Duo did not turn around.
"What do you mean?"
"Just looking down there, you should see it." Duo continued looking, but all he saw was a normal day at high school and possibly a few cute butts on the soccer field.
"It's people having fun, so what?"
"Not all people. Look to the left corner, the cement bench area. You'll see a small group, not necessarily having fun, but studying their brains off to get in with you people. Then you have the group by the fence. They just mind their own business and admire from afar until one of you decides they need to have a little fun and takes away one or two of them to become your lackeys. And then, there is your people, the popular people. All of these groups, so organized, so mindless. Drones are all this school will ever produce."
"How DARE you! I am not a drone!" Duo spat out angrily, he even turned around to face the voice. The boy was no older than himself. He was only a bit shorter, no more than an inch. The most catching thing about him was his eyes, Duo could not stop staring into them. Had they met before? The situation was seemingly familiar, but he couldn't quite place why.
"You may think you are not a drone Duo Maxwell." There was no malice in his voice, but through his eyes Duo could tell there was fury. "You make sure to take full advantage of the charm and good looks that made you popular from the start. I will admit that most humans would do that. But it just goes to show how weak you are. You follow this unwritten code of the popular that somewhere states cruelty to those who are 'beneath' you must happen at any given occurrence. But by following this code Duo Maxwell, who thinks they are a born leader, are nothing more than a sheep."
Heero had been slowly inching his way toward Duo, and they were now face-to-face. Duo's eyes were wide and too full of confusion to be angry.
"Who do you think you are?" Duo whispered. He refused to cry.
"My name is Heero Yuy, student of Peacecraft High."
"Well Heero Yuy, you have way too much time on your hands. You're just a stupid wannabe rebel. Don't think I haven't met up with your type before. You come in here thinking that you know everything about me, well you're totally WRONG!" Heero inched closer; he was smirking as Duo took a step back and ended up against a desk. Heero put his hands on either side of him and leaned in to whisper into his ear. His breath seductively teased Duo's ear.
"That goes likewise for you. And you will never learn anything about me so long as the only one that concerns you is yourself." His lips lightly brushed Duo's cheek. "When you come to realize that not everything revolves around you, and not everyone will obey you, give me a click. You know where you can reach me."
And with that Heero left. Duo was left alone, in the class of the subject he hated the most, thinking. What Heero was saying made since, he knew this. But he hated that he had been called a sheep, and that the accusation had been proven. He didn't bother going to his friends at their lunch table. He didn't even bother going to the rest of his classes. Instead he made his way home, with only one thing in mind.
- E.Mail (4:00PM) -
Heero.
No one has ever spoken to me the way that you did today. And although you bring up points that I disapprove of, I cannot take away the fact that you are right. My mind is numb thanks to you. I can no longer look anyone in the eye without thinking about you and your words. If I had known that you hated me so much just for being popular, or beautiful, I wouldn't have suggested we meet. It seems I really don't have you as figured out as I thought. And as much as I am starting to hate you, I can't help wanting to see you again. I will not be on the computer tonight. If you do respond back, do it by email.
Duo.
- E.Mail Reply (12:01AM) -
I will meet up with you tomorrow, but this time it will not be staying at the school. If you still want to see me, be at the flagpole no later than three. I'm sure someone like you will find a way to get out of class early.
Heero