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After hours and hours the train stopped and yawns were heard all over.
Usagi opened her eyes as Duo tapped her. 'I must have slept the whole way.' Yawning, she focused her eyes on the guy with confusing blue eyes; he must not have slept at all.
"Your baggages will be brought into your room." The speaker clicked off once more and everybody on the train got off, forming two long lines of stiff boys, and one girl.
"Welcome to Boot Camp." A man in a murky green uniform lined in multi- colored war badges and holding a long black stick with a loop at the end walked up and down the aisles of straight-standing boys.
"I don't know what you're used to, how you got here, why you're here--- other than military purposes, of course---nor do I care. From now on, you belong to me. What does that mean? It means I get to do whatever I want to you. Whether that be beating the shit out of you for your insolence or waking you up at three in the morning, you must obey."
Usagi groaned mentally. This was ~not~ going to be a fun year.
"Now," the man continued, snickering at the tired and haggard faces of his new recruits, "everyone is to get to their dorm rooms in a period of five minutes, in an orderly fashion. Those who are late, report to ~me~." The glint in his eyes told everyone that no body had better be late.
"GO!"
Usagi tried to walk briskly toward the entrance of the military dorm rooms, yet these boys didn't walk in an orderly fashion as the man had said to do. She cried out pitifully as she was trampled over, pushed, shoved, hit, slapped and finally thrown to the ground. 'I just got beat up.' She faintly thought, the comfort of curling up into a ball and crying her eyes out very strong.
"Get up."
Usagi opened her eyes and caught a glare that could kill the un-dead. "I'm g-going-"
"I said get the hell up, boy!"
She bit back a scream as the man roughly dug his fingers into her arm and yanked, throwing her toward the entrance of the dorm rooms. She tripped on the stairs, her head dipping down and cutting itself just above the eyebrow. The blonde girl hurried into the building to find her room. She was the only one in the hallway.
"Sheli, Shelom, Shemoi, Shenhan, Shenji . . . Shenji Tsukino," she read, hurrying into her dorm, her cut throbbing. Clutching it, she opened the door and stared at the ground, a blush tainting her cheeks; she was way over five minutes late.
Duo looked at the new arrival from the top bunk. "Hey Shenji! What took ya so long?" he asked, wincing slightly when the boy looked up. His fingers were all bloody, as was his eyebrow.
Wufei snickered. "What happened? You trip ~up~ the stairs?" At this the boy blushed deeper. "Girly idiot." He snickered.
Hiiro leaned over his bunk bed to make it up, ignoring the confrontations between Wu Fei and Duo. In all actuality, their levels of intelligence seemed minuscule to his own.
"Are you okay? Don't mind these two, they're always jerks. Seriously, you need a bandaid?" Duo rummaged around in his pack, finding nothing.
Usagi was thankful and pushed past Wufei to the bed, nodding at Duo, her eyes cast to the ground, cheeks flaming red.
Duo hopped off the top bunk and searched around for something, grunting every now and then. "Aha! Here ya go." He handed her a worn out rag and a bandaid.
"Thanks Duo!" Usagi said, wiping the cut and wincing. She then put a bandaid on it and wiped her fingers.
"You really do act like a girl." Wufei noted again.
Usagi was getting tired of him. Then, she had an idea. An idea so demented and crazy, so unthinkable and illogical that it just might pass for logical even in these times of illogical-ness. [AN: What'd I just write?] She whirled around and grinned at Wufei. "You wanna know why I act so girly, my dear, dear Wufei?" she asked, hands on her hips, her voice deeper than her own and just as feminine, yet male enough to pass.
Wu Fei's eyes widened.
"Why . . . " he asked quietly.
She smirked. "Because I'm gay."
Chapter 2! Go on through to Chapter 3! If you want, review me!
After hours and hours the train stopped and yawns were heard all over.
Usagi opened her eyes as Duo tapped her. 'I must have slept the whole way.' Yawning, she focused her eyes on the guy with confusing blue eyes; he must not have slept at all.
"Your baggages will be brought into your room." The speaker clicked off once more and everybody on the train got off, forming two long lines of stiff boys, and one girl.
"Welcome to Boot Camp." A man in a murky green uniform lined in multi- colored war badges and holding a long black stick with a loop at the end walked up and down the aisles of straight-standing boys.
"I don't know what you're used to, how you got here, why you're here--- other than military purposes, of course---nor do I care. From now on, you belong to me. What does that mean? It means I get to do whatever I want to you. Whether that be beating the shit out of you for your insolence or waking you up at three in the morning, you must obey."
Usagi groaned mentally. This was ~not~ going to be a fun year.
"Now," the man continued, snickering at the tired and haggard faces of his new recruits, "everyone is to get to their dorm rooms in a period of five minutes, in an orderly fashion. Those who are late, report to ~me~." The glint in his eyes told everyone that no body had better be late.
"GO!"
Usagi tried to walk briskly toward the entrance of the military dorm rooms, yet these boys didn't walk in an orderly fashion as the man had said to do. She cried out pitifully as she was trampled over, pushed, shoved, hit, slapped and finally thrown to the ground. 'I just got beat up.' She faintly thought, the comfort of curling up into a ball and crying her eyes out very strong.
"Get up."
Usagi opened her eyes and caught a glare that could kill the un-dead. "I'm g-going-"
"I said get the hell up, boy!"
She bit back a scream as the man roughly dug his fingers into her arm and yanked, throwing her toward the entrance of the dorm rooms. She tripped on the stairs, her head dipping down and cutting itself just above the eyebrow. The blonde girl hurried into the building to find her room. She was the only one in the hallway.
"Sheli, Shelom, Shemoi, Shenhan, Shenji . . . Shenji Tsukino," she read, hurrying into her dorm, her cut throbbing. Clutching it, she opened the door and stared at the ground, a blush tainting her cheeks; she was way over five minutes late.
Duo looked at the new arrival from the top bunk. "Hey Shenji! What took ya so long?" he asked, wincing slightly when the boy looked up. His fingers were all bloody, as was his eyebrow.
Wufei snickered. "What happened? You trip ~up~ the stairs?" At this the boy blushed deeper. "Girly idiot." He snickered.
Hiiro leaned over his bunk bed to make it up, ignoring the confrontations between Wu Fei and Duo. In all actuality, their levels of intelligence seemed minuscule to his own.
"Are you okay? Don't mind these two, they're always jerks. Seriously, you need a bandaid?" Duo rummaged around in his pack, finding nothing.
Usagi was thankful and pushed past Wufei to the bed, nodding at Duo, her eyes cast to the ground, cheeks flaming red.
Duo hopped off the top bunk and searched around for something, grunting every now and then. "Aha! Here ya go." He handed her a worn out rag and a bandaid.
"Thanks Duo!" Usagi said, wiping the cut and wincing. She then put a bandaid on it and wiped her fingers.
"You really do act like a girl." Wufei noted again.
Usagi was getting tired of him. Then, she had an idea. An idea so demented and crazy, so unthinkable and illogical that it just might pass for logical even in these times of illogical-ness. [AN: What'd I just write?] She whirled around and grinned at Wufei. "You wanna know why I act so girly, my dear, dear Wufei?" she asked, hands on her hips, her voice deeper than her own and just as feminine, yet male enough to pass.
Wu Fei's eyes widened.
"Why . . . " he asked quietly.
She smirked. "Because I'm gay."
Chapter 2! Go on through to Chapter 3! If you want, review me!