Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters, that right belongs to Katsuyuki Sumizawa and Masashi Ikeda. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.


Quatre looked out the living room window at Kagome as she sent her brother off down the steps, a smile playing across her lips. It had been a month since he had arrived in the past. Oddly the twentieth century from what he was able to tell. The computers they had were easily hacked, which he silently thanked Duo and his Gundams creator for the knowledge he had on it—making it so much easier to procure documents.

Though he had taken the time to learn about his family history and where he had come from hundreds of years before his actual conception in a test tube on a Colony, ironically, when looking it up, he found he was almost a replica of one of his ancestors. The first Quatre to be exact. Except for his eyes, those he knew he got from his mother.

Frowning a bit as he heard a cough come from behind him, Quatre turned and looked at Mrs. Higurashi as she held out two cloth-wrapped boxes. They were confusing him. Unsure of what to do, he held out his hands, and the boxes were handed to him.

"These are Bentos, Bob," Mrs. Higurashi said.

Not sure what she was talking about, Quatre just continued to stare. His mind reeling about just how many different things there were in this time compared to his own. And that included the people, or more specifically girls, of which he knew how to interact with, or thought he did. Smiling as he waited for Mrs. Higurashi to continue, since she still operated under the belief, as did the grandfather and Souta, that he had amnesia and was a foreigner.

"Oh, forgive me. It is your lunch. You will be attending school with Kagome now, as an exchange student," she explained.

With a small nod of his head, Quatre turned to see if Kagome had come back inside, only to see her leaning against the doorframe with a slightly amused smile on her lips. It had him wanting to frown, but he was the image of politeness and raised the one with red checker cloth to her. Only to have her shake her head as she pushed away from the doorframe and walked to him, taking the one covered in a green checkered cloth.

"This one is mine, Bob," she said. "Please follow me, or we will be late for school. And that is a no-no on the first day."

With that, he watched as she picked up a yellow backpack, putting her Bento box in and practically skipping out the door. Her moods confused him much. And he still believed that there was more to her than she let on. But for the moment, he would let it go because he was a bit excited to be in what was termed a School Setting. Yes, his time did have it, but being born male


His eyes were wide as he stared at the classroom and its students. All of who just stared back at him expectantly. It was safe to say that he felt nervous. Something that was almost foreign in concept. He was a strong, proud, and very confident person who did have his insecurities. But with twenty-five other people just looking at him with mixed reactions, Quatre was not sure at that moment. Fighting and killing was easier than this.

"Hi, I am... Bob Smith, an exchange student from America. It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, giving a small half-bow.

When he stood up, he could see that a few were whispering, more were looking bored at his introduction, while others were assessing him with looks that were a mix of predatory and contemplative. While Kagome just sat in the back and looked out the window as if she didn't care.

"Thank you, Bob, you may go sit next to Kagome. She can share her books with you until the school gets you your own," the teacher instructed.

With a nod of his head, Quatre did as asked and sat in the empty desk next to Kagome, who looked at him briefly, sliding a book to the edge of her desk. When the teacher called out which page to open it too, she flipped it open and then went back to staring out the window. Homeroom was History class.


The hot September sun beat down on his head as he sat there on the bench just outside the cafeteria. He felt exhausted. And it was not from the learning he was doing. Kagome had been kind enough to let him read most of her textbooks before school had started specifically after he had acquired some identification papers. All with the generic name she'd so pleasantly given him. He did not like being called Bob Smith. It was a name that indicated that he had no presence. Which at the moment he had too much of.

Which was also the reason for him being so tired. It had been nonstop since they sat down to lunch that the other students had started playing him with questions. Though, he found a small fraction of satisfaction in the fact that Kagome was included in this little tete a tete. Her own three best friends, Eri, Yuka, Ayumi, were interrogating her about him and leaving the girl practically twitching and frothing at the mouth from how red her face was getting.

Of course, the questions were not the ones he had expected. Nope, they'd started off asking if Kagome was going to date him. This had startled him, before Kagome shut that down in a cold, concise manner with one word, no. The force behind it was just brutal. It was making him wonder if somewhere down the line, her descendant would be Heero Yuy. That was hilarious but could explain their similar blue eyes.

He was snorting as he continued to field more questions from his fellow students. He was as vague as possible. Because he was not familiar with America, at least not at this time, even with all the research he put in; it was just a bit damning overall. But still, he was up to date with the current knowledge. He was sticking to the basics of his actual family background of coming from some wealth and stuff. Having learned in training that when creating a new identity and background, you always kept a bit of your actual life there to make it credible.

Smiling as he lifted the fork Kagome's mom had so politely provided him with since he could not seem to master Chopsticks, he took a bite, forcing the questions to stop. This was lunch; how could they not eat?


It was in silence that they walked home. Quatre was well aware of Kagome's three friends following behind them, trying to be stealthy. And as he looked over at the girl, he noted that she was well aware of them, though acting like she was utterly clueless about it. Then he observed her more casually from the corner of his eye. It was not the first time he noticed how she moved with a grace and confidence that spoke of some type of militant training.

She was very athletic, and her body was toned. And after seeing her in Physical Education, he knew she was well beyond what an average person their age was supposed to be here. But it behooved him as to how she got this way. Her instincts were on par with his, though nowhere near what Duo and Heero were capable of. But she made herself-match that of her fellow student so she would not stand out.

Then there was the fact that the others had asked if he knew about Kagome's health concerns. This had set Kagome off, and she had ripped into them, telling them to mind their own business. It was effectively shocking not just him with that outburst but the others as well, who just looked at her in shock. It was not normal for her to do that, and a lot of apologies were given.

One thing Quatre did find amusing, though, was the fact that there was one guy who liked Kagome a lot. Not that he got the hint that she was not into him at all. She smiled and was polite, but only in a tolerant way as he kept talking to her. Even asking her out on a date, to which she finally gave in. There had been great reluctance on that front. Which had her friends squealing most offensively? He frowned at that thought. If she didn't want to go on a date, then why would she do so?

"Because it is a temporary fix to a problem I get to deal with for the next three years."

Starting a bit, Quatre felt heat suffuse his face. He hadn't been aware that he'd spoken aloud. And Kagome's answer was vexing in it made absolutely no sense at all. But he looked at her as they passed the old well house. Not missing the longing look in the depths of her eyes. Something he had come to know and understand in the last month. That the wellhouse was oddly important to her, and though having explored it himself, he found nothing unusual in it. Except for what they called Sutras and Fuda's placed around the Well's lip. Sealing it up according to Kagome's grandfather, but not from what or whom?

Any questions he asked were redirected in another direction. It was a mystery he wanted to solve himself. Since he still had not a single clue on how to get back to his own time, or even world, which means back to researching black holes, wormholes, the basic string theory that this time had and making him realize that they were primitive compared to his time. But then again, his time was more primitive than this time in the social, culture, and internet.

TBC!