Motocross Chapter 1, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

Author's Note: One of my reviewers remembered a story I had written a while ago and deleted. So I am reposting it. I lost all the files when my computer got a virus so I'm just gonna go from memory. A few things might change so bear with me. I have a couple ideas to add to it as well. Don't hate me I'm just letting my creative juices out in this fic! This story is dedicated to Chris Bal who liked my story enough to track me down lol! Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 Pieces

Heero walked silently down the hall towards his next class. Books pressed tightly against his chest as if protecting him from the glares he was receiving from the student body.

He opened the thick wooden door and slid in unnoticed. Half the class was already there and he really didn't feel up for any confrontation. Especially when the teacher had yet to arrive. But just his luck he was noticed.

"Oh look who it is. The little freak," Duo spat, smirking at the small Asian boy. They had been friends once. Before Duo had gotten popular. Heero frowned, ducking his head, and took a seat towards the back of the classroom.

"Aw come on ya little shit. Don't you wanna play with us?"

Heero opened his Calculus book and buried his head in it. Attempting to block out the sneering face. Duo was the only one he let get to him. Why? Because once upon a time he knew Duo had loved him. But that was a long time ago.

"Guys, I don't think he wants to play with us. I'm hurt." Duo stood up and walked over to Heero, slamming his book down on the desk so his face was no longer hidden.

"You better stop ignoring me dweeb." Heero looked up at the tall brunette with empty eyes. Duo frowned and shook his head, plastering a smirk on his face.

"Good boy, your learnin'. No one ignores me." He shoved Heero causing him to fall out of his desk and onto the hard floor with a loud CRACK. Heero winced and rubbed the back of his throbbing head. He looked up at the bully and smiled. He knew it would piss Duo off. And it did. Any attention from his former friend was good enough for him.

"What're you smiling at dipshit?" he growled pulling Heero up by the collar of his shirt. He only continued smiling knowing Duo was livid with the reaction he was receiving.

"Stop that!" he snapped shaking the smaller boy.

Heero frowned as he saw the teacher heading into the room. He grabbed Duo's hand and pretended that he had fallen. Making Duo appear to be helping him off the floor.

"Mr. Yuy, what's going on?" the balding man asked closing the door.

"I fell out of my desk and Mr. Maxwell was helping me up," he answered softly pulling himself from Duo's loosened grip.

"Good job Mr. Maxwell." Duo frowned at Heero who was now ignoring him.

'Little shit thinks I'm gonna be nice to him just cuz he helped me out. Fat chance.' Duo headed back to his seat.

Heero sighed and put his head on his desk. Now Duo was probably even more pissed off at him. Oh well, it's not like he's ever not.

The class continued on slowly and Heero barely paid attention. Math was easy and he never paid attention in any of his classes. He always got straight A's though. The bell rang, signifying the end of the lesson. He bolted out the door to save himself from Duo's wrath.

The end of the day was near and Heero started to get a little excited. His older brother Zechs would be picking him up after school to take him to the 'Pit'.

Heero slid his books into his locker and headed towards the art room. The only class he really enjoyed.

He sat behind his favorite easel near the window and waited for the rest of the class to arrive. Quatre, one of Duo's friends sat next to him.

"Hi Heero," the blonde greeted setting up his station. Quatre had never been mean to him and occasionally he would tell Duo to leave Heero alone. Heero liked the blonde boy even though they weren't friends.

"Quatre," he nodded.

"Welcome class!" the art teacher began. "Today we are going to be doing shading techniques to prepare us for tomorrow's anatomical drawings. Remember I am still looking for a model so please come to me if you are interested.

I'm willing to pay." Heero's ears perked at the offer. He always needed money for new gear. Plus he'd get out of all his classes for the day. The offer didn't sound to bad.

The class drug on unbearably slow. Shading techniques were the most boring thing in the world. But he was saved from utter and total death by the final bell ringing. The class practically flew out of the doors. Obviously he wasn't the only one who thought Shading was boring.

Heero shuffled up to the teacher, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"I was hoping it would be you," she said smiling at him. He looked up at her questioningly.

"You'd be a perfect model. A girls slenderness, but a man's muscles. A great concept for a project." He blushed at being compared to a girl.

"Are you okay with it?" he asked.

"Absolutely! You will be excused from all your classes with no make up work for three days starting this Thursday. And I'll pay you $75.00 every day. Sound good?" Heero nodded vigorously. It was Tuesday so he had a day do get used to the concept of him being half naked in front of all the art students. But it was $225.00, he'd get over it.

"You'll need to take this home and get it signed by your brother so we can do this." She handed him apiece of paper.

Zechs was now his legal guardian since his parents had passed away last year. Heero really wasn't that upset since his parents had never been nice to him. Quite far from nice actually. The only people who knew were the staff.

Heero nodded and gave her a small smile.

"Thank you so much for doing this Heero. No one else would." He shrugged slightly.

"Anything for the Arts Department," he said sarcastically. She laughed.

"Thanks again." He nodded and left, heading for his locker.

He opened his locker with a rough tug, all the lockers were screwed up, and stuffed his back pack in it. Turning around he saw Duo, Trowa, and Quatre making their way towards him, Duo was frowning. Here looked around and then bolted to the back door of the school which lead to the parking lot.

'Please let Zechs be there.'

He saw the black pick up and smiled.

'Thank the Lord that I don't know exists!' he mentally screamed. Zechs was pulling up to the curb as Duo shouted his name. He froze.

'Damnation!' He didn't want a confrontation in front of his brother.

"Can I help you?" I asked eyeing his brother who was now GETTING OUT OF THE TRUCK WHICH HE SHOULD NOT BE GETTING OUT OF!

"Duo! Great to see you again. It's been forever." He patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey Zechs!" Dup smirked at me with a raised eyebrow.

'Damn him and his eyebrows! Mr. I'm so cool I can move my eyebrows making me king of this shitty place we call school.'

"Zechs, shouldn't we be going. I don't want to be late."

'Good direct his attention to something more important.'

"Oh yeah. Hey you should invite your friends along. We always need a bigger audience."

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I BELIEVE IN THE LORD, I BELIEVE SO YOU CAN

STOP PUNISHING ME NOW!'

"I don't think they can. They probably have to go home and do their homework. They haven't even asked their parents and you know it runs late."

'Heero your so damn smart. How did you get so smart?'

"We'd love to go," Duo burst. "We can call our parents on the way, they won't mind. Always saying we need to get out more." He grinned wickedly down at Heero.

'Bullshit!'

"Great. You guys can ride with us and we'll drop you off back here when it's all over."

"Sounds great! So what's going on?"

"It's a surprise," Zechs offered with a smile. Duo laughed and ushered his friends into the backseat of the truck.

"Oh by the way this is Trowa and Quatre," Duo introduced his two friends.

"Nice to meet you two." Heero had always liked Trowa. He was the quiet brooding type. Plus he never picked on Heero either.

'HA Duo your friends are nicer than you!'

"So Duo, why haven't you been over lately. You and Heero used to be attached by the hip." Duo's friends looked at him with raised brows.

'Is that like a popular person thing. Probably why I'm not popular. I can't raise a single brow. They sure changed their standards these days. Bastards.'

"You know how High school is. I've been so busy with school." Heero made a cough that sounded suspiciously like 'bullshit.'

"You okay Heero?" Zechs asked.

"Fine."

"I know what you're sayin'," Zechs offered.

"Heero's always in the basement doing homework. Never goes out or nothing." Duo smirked at Heero.

"The basement?"

"Yeah Heero moved down their after-." Heero cut him off.

"After I got a leak in my ceiling. Water just kept coming through so I moved to the basement." Heero had nearly passed out when he found his mother laying dead on his bed with her wrists slit and his father laying next to her with a bullet in his head. He wouldn't go back into that room, so he had Zechs move all his stuff to the basement.

Zechs raised an eyebrow at him.

'Damnit with those eyebrows!'

"I haven't told anyone," he whispered into his brother's ear. Zechs nodded and rubbed his head.

The three in the back seat looked between them with curiosity.

The ride continued on for another hour with the boy's making idle chatter. Heero's cell phone rang and he pulled it open.

"Hello?"

"Heero where are you guys? We have to get you ready!" Relena shouted through the phone. (others cant here this)

"Were right outside. I'll be in in a few minutes." Zechs pulled to a stop in front of a large coliseum. Hundreds of people were standing around with similar shirts. Posters and flyers were hung everywhere, and loud rock music was playing in the background. The three in the back were looking around excitedly.

"I'm sending Dorothy out for you. And remember you promised to go to the Black Light with us tonight so no getting out of it."

"Dammit Relena, you know I don't want to go to that club!"

"I don't care, you're going. You promised."

"Fine. I'll look for her. Later."

"Bye babe!" He snapped his phone shut.

"Relena's making you go to the Black Light isn't she?" Heero nodded and Zechs laughed.

"You haven't been their in forever. You really need to get out more."

"Whatever. Dy is on her way out so can you get my bike ready and take them to the lounge?"

"Yeah. Don't worry you'll do great. Plus Trieze is here." Heero perked up. Trieze was Zechs' boy friend and one of Heero's good friends.

"Thanks." He looked back at the three boys.

"Zechs will take you to the lounge. Then after all this we are going to this club called the Black Light. It's a 21 and older club so you have to stick with Zechs when we get in. If you don't want to go I can have someone take you all back." The three looked shocked for a moment before shaking their heads. Heero nodded nervously and got out of the car.

'Here we go,' he muttered. Immortal by Adema was playing in the background and Hero sighed. Talk about comfort music.

Let's fight

We're face to face
Loyalty is what I need to see from you
You're insecure
I can see the fear that breeds in your heart
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on
And we'll fight

I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
Immortal
Immortal
Immortal

I need the rush
There's nowhere you could hide before you die
Why won't you face me?
I can see the fear that's in your eyes
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
I see the blood drip from your eyes
Who will survive? Let's get it on
And we'll fight

I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal

Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Let's fight

I know who you are
The leader of lost souls
You can't kill me
I'm immortal
I'm not afraid to die
My soul will travel on
You can't kill me
I'm immortal

You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me
Immortal!
You can't kill me

Author's Note: Well it's definitely different. I hope you guys like it. I'll update soon!