Author's Note: See? Didn't I say I would update sometime this week? I've kept my word, didn't I? But that's not the only thing. I've noticed that only one person has voted in my semi-important poll and it hurts, you know? So please, since I know you people don't have anything else better to do, take only a minute, one single minute, out of your day and put in a vote. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: language, shounen ai, slight bigotry

Like a Fish Out of Water

He had to admit, the place didn't look half bad. While in the daytime hours, the gymnasium had looked gaudy with all the student made decorations on the walls. Now with the sunlight gone and the lights dimmed a bit down from what they normally were, it wasn't too bad of a job.

Spread out on one end of the gym were the snack tables that could have easily made a banquet. On the other end was the DJ stand, the DJ himself already up and playing whatever it was that he felt like playing. Off to either side were the bleachers where other students hung out with one another when not doing anything else, the few rows of fold-out chairs providing an alternative seating area. In the middle was the student designated dance area where the teens worked their magic, using any form of dance that they cared to use.

To Duo, it kinda looked like a really calmed version of a mosh pit. Then again, he had never seen a mosh pit before so he wouldn't know anyway.

With this sight before him, he couldn't help but move even closer to his taller companion and grip the blond's hand tighter. He felt Solo shake his hand out of his grasp, leaving the braided one but for a second as he wrapped his arm around its customary perch.

"C'mon," Solo murmured. "What do you want to do first?"

His hands clutching at one another, Duo gulped nervously as he felt a couple pairs of eyes fall on him and pass on to other things. How could he ever think he was ready for something like this? He wanted to go back to the mansion, damn it!

"Let's just sit around for a bit," Solo suggested, catching on to the braided one's dilemma. "We have all night anyway."

Duo could only nod as he eyed the ever growing crowd of students with a suspicious eye.

--

One could not blame Duo for being slightly paranoid this night. There were a couple pair of eyes that caught sight of him but stared at him with malice.

One such pair belonged to Dorothy who was seething at the fact that her blond god had arrived and not in her company. Instead, she was waiting for her "date" to arrive back from the football game that should be over soon. She glared at the braided one as the hunky blond escorted him to the bleachers and sat him down.

She should have been on that hunk's arm by now. Ever since that little conversation with him while decorating the gym, she had tried to change herself enough, physically, to attract his attention. She had followed everything he said that he was attracted to. Well, maybe she hadn't dyed her hair brown but she had done the other things! Her hair was in a French braid and she had allowed her tan to actually show for once. Despite getting a lot of attention for that over the past couple days, Solo hadn't even noticed her! All his attention was on that blasted Duo Maxwell!

He didn't look at anybody else either! He stiffed all the other girls when they asked him out and claimed that he had already been taken. It hadn't taken her long to figure out that he wasn't referring to some other girl but that fag at his side. And showing up with the twerp at his side had only confirmed that.

If he had accepted to take one of the other girls out, she could have let that pass by since she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she could steal him away. But to go out with Duo Maxwell?! How low could you get? What did he have that the rest of the female population at the school didn't have?

It was already a given that she was far from giving up on Solo. She hadn't failed to get any male she set her sights on and she wasn't about to start now.

What the—? That didn't just happen! She had not seen Solo Winner lean over and peck that fag on the cheek just now! She grounded her teeth as her anger and outrage boiled more and more.

It was certainly true when they said "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…"

--

Duo couldn't help but blush in embarrassment as Solo leaned back. That guy just didn't know when to quit, did he? Still, he had to admit, he felt more comfortable with him at his side. Thus far, no one had approached him to do anything that could possibly ruin his night, such as bodily harm, yet.

Perhaps he was just jumping the gun. Solo wouldn't let anything happen to him. He hadn't thus far, had he?

"I getting a bit thirsty," he murmured to the blond but nearly swore when the guy didn't hear him. Probably couldn't hear over the music. Getting the blond's attention for sure, he repeated himself.

"Want to come with?" Solo proposed, knowing that being alone in this setting would be the last thing Duo would want.

"Yeah, sure," Duo answered as he allowed himself to be escorted over to the food tables. There was quite a selection of food stuff that had been provided but Solo ignored all of them as he led the braided one to the beverages.

Trying out some of the punch first, he gave a second cup to Duo, commenting, "Unspiked. Lucky we got here early."

That was a good thing, right? He had heard the term before but had no idea what it meant. Still, if it wasn't spiked, perhaps that was a good thing since Solo didn't seem like he meant something else.

Back at the bleachers, he calmly sipped as he watched the dancing students in front of him, Solo seemingly content just being at his side. He still hadn't removed his arm but Duo didn't mind, this time at least. To tell the truth, it was really nice just sitting here like this…

"Would you look at that," Solo suddenly murmured in his ear. Following the blond's gaze, he soon was able to pick out Quatre, the Winner boy having just arrived and dressed up already. He spotted them and quickly made his way over before sitting next to them.

"So how'd the game go?" Duo quipped.

"Kick their asses!" Quatre grinned.

"So where's Tro?"

"He'll be here when the rest of the team arrives after they wash up and everything."

"I bet you're so proud," Solo teased the younger blond.

"You bet," Quatre replied naturally. "Personally, I wouldn't mind it if he was still sweaty and was waiting for me in one of the janitor's clos—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Solo interrupted as he covered Duo's ears up. "We don't need to hear your fantasies and Duo shouldn't have to have his mind corrupted by you!"

"Yeah," Duo agreed as he managed to get his ears uncovered.

"Only I get to corrupt his mind," Solo added.

"Yeah," Duo agreed. Catching on to what Solo just said, he twisted around and glared at the taller blond. "What?!" he demanded.

"You heard me," Solo teased as he pecked his lips.

As Duo tried to regroup and launch a counterattack, Quatre reentered the conversation. "Sorry about that," he said, humbled. "I forgot that it wasn't my right to corrupt you Duo. Forgive me?"

Turning back to his friend, Duo could only sigh and mutter, "As if it wasn't too late already…" Speaking up, he said, "You're forgiven Q. Just don't let it happen again."

"Besides Q," Solo continued. "You'll just have to watch you're mouth for just a little longer and then you can talk as dirty as you want."

Duo could only blink stupidly as his brain tried to process that bit of information.

Now what the hell did that mean?

He didn't have anymore time to ponder that as the doors to the gymnasium burst open and allowed the victorious football team to enter, their boasts and claims of "kicking the other team's asses" resounding throughout. Duo just rolled his eyes at the immature display of testosterone and folded his arms over his chest. Honestly, didn't those guys have anything better to talk about?

"Trowa!" Quatre cried out and launched himself at the approaching unibanged teen in greeting.

"Ah, young love," Solo commented before calling out, "Why don't you two get a room or something?"

The two teens ignored him in favor of their own company before the eager Quatre began to drag an indulgent Trowa out onto the dance floor. Solo could only shake his head at that before coming up with an idea of his own.

Grinning down at his braided companion, he exclaimed, "Let's dance!"

Blinking, Duo snapped his head up to stare at the blond in shock. "But I don't know how!" he protested.

"Just follow my lead," Solo replied smoothly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up off the bleachers and towards the crowd.

--

A pair of onyx eyes glared at the braided one from a secluded corner. That's right, Chang Wufei, someone who was one of the most popular guys in school was not out mingling and all alone.

What was the cause for him to be in such a position? It was all that fag's fault, that's what. His fellow students were disillusioned with him and they didn't want to be in his presence for too long. He hadn't even a date; no matter how many girls he had asked out, they had all refused, something that had never happened to him before.

Now all he could do was glare balefully at the little fag who was not only responsible for this but also flaunting his sickening weakness about. How dare he, how dare he be out there having a good time with another male while he, Wufei, not only needed to have that (preferable with a female companion) more but deserved to have it more. The fag had ruined him once again and this time, it didn't seem as if he would be about to dig himself out of this one.

His glare only intensified as the loser let himself be led into the dancing group of students and he lost sight of him. Nonetheless, he continued to glare.

--

For years, Duo had always thought that dancing was something that was too difficult to do and only could be done well by a select few persons. However, being surrounded by teens who danced horribly, each trying to perform some sort of extreme move that only made them look ridiculous, served to boost his spirits somewhat.

Plus, Solo's presence was calming somewhat since he moved around like he knew what he was doing. Stopping unexpectedly, the blond tilted his head and listened to the music being played, his head slowly beginning to nod with the beat.

"Pay attention to the noise!" Solo instructed him. "Try to find a rhythm. Bop your head, tap your foot to it, do whatever you want as long as you can keep track of it."

More like trying to copy the blond's own movements that finding his own, Duo then asked, "What next?"

Solo planted a large hand on his hip. "Go with it!" Solo commanded. "Do what your body feels like doing. Don't worry about making yourself look stupid; these other schmucks are doing that well all by themselves."

Well, that certainly helped, didn't it? Still, the braided one did realize that just copying Solo's movements wouldn't be enough. The blond's movements seemed to flow all by themselves, meanwhile his were robotic and stiff. He knew Solo wouldn't let this one go and so, in order to prevent and avoid future embarrassment, he mentally ran through Solo's instructions.

He had to find a rhythm, some kind of beat that was hidden in the music. That was a bit hard seeing as the damn DJ had chosen a fast paced song to play. So, this one time, he used Solo as a compass to find such a beat, eventually coming across what he though was what he was suppose to look for. Bopping his head to keep track of the beat, he proceeded to do the last step: going with it.

He didn't know when his body underwent the transformation from clunky and awkward to smooth and artful, but the next thing he knew he had somehow bumped into something solid. He wasn't able to identify what it was since he had unconsciously closed his eyes a while ago but this solid thing was warm and it flowed about and with him.

The moment he was clued in that this was a person he was up against was when he felt two large hands press up against him and slide around his body, the fingers being dragged along him with a feather light touch. He couldn't help the shiver that climbed up his spine with a devious intent. Something in his brain screamed at him momentarily to open his eyes yet the tempo and beat from the music managed to hum over it and drown it out. He was in a dream world, one that he did not want to wake up from yet he was still conscious enough to know that it wasn't fantasy but reality.

To tell the truth, he had no clue as to what movements and motions that his body was making but the solid presence beside him was in control yet giving him the freedom to do as he pleased. This simple fact made the blood in his body rush with a fire unlike anything that he had ever felt before, something that he was sure that he could get used to.

Time twirled by him slowly it seemed and when the current song was over, he finally opened his eyes, at first barely opening his lids but then allowing them to open further as he took in the dressed torso that he was facing. Glancing up, his violet eyes met up with gentle green ones and he finally noticed that the hands that he had felt earlier were now rested on his hips.

Did he just get way deep into this or what?

Then that was when he heard the last thing that he ever though he would hear directed at him. A cliché Hollywood slow applause from the students that where his peers and were obviously impressed by the display of what ever he had done. Having no clue really as to what they were clapping for, he looked at Solo with questioning eyes.

Chuckling, Solo said, "You're a natural."

His reddened in embarrassment and he crushed his face into Solo's chest, seeking to hide it.

And that was when things got ugly.