July 31, 2000
Sorry if I already posted some of this...
The first day of school was...interesting. No sooner had he set foot onto the concrete, feeling a bit unsteady as he approached the metal double doors than a tall, young woman with twin buns swooped down and grabbed his arm, leading him around a pair of necking boys and into the school. "Who are you?" he demanded. She turned towards him, eyes so intensely cold it was as if someone had trained a gun on him.
"My name is Una. Everyone at this ethnocentric toilet pronounces it 'Uh-nah', so I've taken to calling myself Anne." Her eyes softened. "Treize asked me to look after you; we used to set off rockets in the backyard when we were in kindergarten. He's rather fond of you." Her eyes quickly surveyed his clothing as they walked to his locker. "Clothing: Acceptable." He looked at her strangely, but she said nothing else.
As they moved to homeroom, Heero gulped as he saw a group of seniors beating the shit out of a freshman; Duo! Against his better judgement (and because the American had already seen him, and if he walked away it would be detrimental to his plan) Heero glared at them, hoping they wouldn't call his bluff. Beside him, Una stepped up also, and with a quick snap of her fingers, sent the boys running.
"Hey man, thanks," Duo said weakly. He tried to stand up and nearly fell onto his face. Blood dripped from one lip where his braces had sliced through the skin. Heero slid under Duo's arm and forced the braided boy to lean on him. Una smiled approvingly. Treize must have gotten her in on the plan, he thought as he helped Duo to the nurse's office.
"It was a good thing you came when you did," Duo sighed, then his expression hardened. "Damn it, there were seven of them against me! That's not fucking fighting fair!" A plump, blonde haired woman with small, round eyes and large piggy cheeks welcomed them, a rather large syringe in one hand.
"'Ello? Yousa needing help, ya?" Heero forced himself not to look at the needle.
"My friend fell down." Duo beamed at being called Heero's friend, then frowned as he was unceremoniously dumped onto the metal examining table. "Ya," he added as she looked about ready to question him.
"Yousa...?"
"This is Duo Maxwell. I'm..." He looked at the braided American; he was busy getting high on pain-killers. "Heero Yuy."
On the table, Duo frowned. There was something funny about that statement...but it didn't matter, since he had his codeine, his Heero Yuy, and his skateboard stashed in his locker.
"I'ma Sylvia Noventa, ya?"
"Ya. Nice meetin' ya," he said before escaping to homeroom.
It was second period physics class when he saw Duo again, busy annoying Wufei with tales of how his Prince Charming had saved him from two dozen beer-bellied seniors. "...and then Heero..."
"Heero?" Wufei looked strangely at the Japanese boy for a moment, then dismissed the thought. Why did that name sound familiar? Should he remember a person named Heero? The Japanese boy could practically see the wheels turning inside his head; the problem was deemed inconsequential and Wufei went back to drooling over a new girl in their class, Meiran.
"Hello," said the small blonde professor at the head of the class, "I am Master Quatre." Heero immediately snapped to attention, eager to see exactly what had made Treize chuckle when he'd seen his name on his schedule. "I'm very pleased to have you all in my class," he added shyly, peering up at the students through stringy blonde bangs. "Today we will be studying physics--"
Duo erupted with a loud guffaw, his cherry lips spreading into a wide grin. "Oops," he whimpered as Master Quatre advanced. One of the girls next to Heero leaned over and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling the outer shell.
"I think he's about to have a tantrum. The juniors call it 'going zero system'," she confided with a smile that turned up at one corner. "I'm Sex," she said, brushing back her long blonde hair.
Sex? He hoped he didn't look as confused as he felt.
She laughed, smoothing over her red plaid mini-skirt. "No, with a 'Z' and a 'ch'. That's what everyone thinks at first, though." Her ice blue eyes rested on his long boned hands, perched on the edge of the desk. Zechs, then. "You are?"
"Heero," he whispered. Her eyes suddenly went very large; she slapped him hard across his cheek, then ignored him the rest of the class, only looking at him long enough to flick him off or stick her tongue out at him.
Meanwhile, Master Quatre's face had gotten very, very red. "You interrupted me," he cried in a tiny voice. "You interrupted me!"
"I--" Duo tried to explain, Wufei had said something funny, it was all the Chinese boy's fault--
"AND YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN!" he screamed, slamming one fist onto Duo's desk. "I WILL NOT TOLER--Ooh. I need some tea," he groaned, slumping against one of the gray lab tables, cooling himself himself with a blue feather fan.
Somehow, Heero knew things were going to be different at Mount Kisco. Not a single person had attempted to beat him up, or even pointed at him and laughed. Life was good.
In front of him, Duo turned around and smiled. When he kept his mouth shut and washed his hair (perhaps dressing up for the first day of school?) he looked kind of cute. Really cute. His face suddenly went red, and he buried his nose in the book they were supposed to be reading.
"He's cute," Walker said, smirking as they watched Heero from across the dining hall, carrying a tray. His own paper bag lunch was spread out in front of him, contents thoroughly dissected for bugs or other such delicacies. "Treize, I think you'd better go get him and bring him over here--"
Heero, who was looking hopelessly lost, suddenly jumped, miraculously managing not to spill anything. "Hey!" he snapped angrily at the broad-chested senior that had pinched his butt. "What're you doing that for?!" The older boy grinned foolishly.
"'Cause you have a nice ass, why else?" He reached out, presumably to shake Heero's hand, but licked the knuckles instead. Heero recoiled--only Treize was allowed to do that! At that last thought, he suddenly felt faint. "I'm pleased to make your...acquaintance." His friends all laughed. Suddenly, the pretty blonde from Heero's physics class appeared.
"It's him again," she hissed, putting on manicured hand on a slender hip. "Yuck. He's Treize's newest sex toy." Her eyes locked with his. "Disgusting. What would he throw me over for this little boy?" Her eyes glittered with malice. "He was an ugly geek in middle school." Heero felt ready to melt into the floors.
"He looks damn good now," the boy sighed, licking his lips. "And now is all that matters." He formed an 'o' with his hand and pretended to suck an imaginary cock, his tongue prodding his cheek. Heero thought he couldn't get any redder--
"Excuse us," a cultured, smooth voice said, and Treize's hand came to rest loosely on his hip. "Milli Vanilli," he said coolly, probably for Heero's benefit. His jaw dropped.
This...this gorgeous blonde girl was a guy!? Furthermore, he was Treize's old boyfriend? He almost missed what Treize was saying; he was too busy breaking ribs as he attempted not to burst out laughing.
"He's mine, Zechs. You stay the fuck away," he warned.
Cold blue eyes flashed for a moment. Then, "Fine. See *you* at soccer practice, Treize-sama. And you..." Heero knew she? he? was talking to him.
"I'll see you around, too."
The day was over. It was time to enact Phase One of Project: Geek of the Week. Smoothing back loose strands of hair, he saw Treize give him a kind smile and knew the older boy was blessing his decision to go through with it. "Duo?" he asked, tapping him on the shoulder impatiently. As the boy whipped him in the face with his braid, he heard giggling behind him.
"It's you!" No, no, no... This could not be happening now, when he had Duo so close. "Dorothy, it's the boy from the mall!" Before he knew it, he was surrounded by a horde of giggling brunettes. Apparently, tube tops were out; they all wore short sleeved super-tight lycra tank tops and black capri pants. Dorothy as a brunette... Now that was a scary thing...
"How are you?" Relena asked, a bit of spittle in the corner of her mouth. Her makeup was impeccable; he suspected she spent more time doing her face than her homework.
"Fine," he said gruffly, and turned back to Duo. "Would you like to walk home with me?" he offered, holding out one slim hand. Duo clutched his thick textbooks protectively around him, then smiled sweetly.
"Sure," he sighed. Heero suddenly saw an opening in the crowd of people, and grabbed Duo's arm, pulling him through the sea of teenaged hormones and flesh. "Where do you live?" Duo asked as they walked out through the metal double doors.
"Ah...across town. I'll walk you home, anyway," he said softly, feeling himself blush as Una gave him a knowing walk as she drove by, a Backstreet Boys CD blaring on her stereo. Suddenly, Duo broke the silence with a gentle laugh.
"You seem so familiar, Heero." Panic began to flare inside. "I don't know why." Looking around slyly, the braided boy pulled him into the woods, looping his arms around Heero's waist. As Duo looked up at him, completely innocent to what was going on inside Heero's heart, he added, "I feel like I've known you for years." Then the American kissed him softly, one warm hand reaching up to cup his face, taking his tongue greedily as if he could not get enough.
And the frightening thing was, Heero felt the same way.
"I don't know!" Heero exploded, banging his head against the softness of Treize's bed. "I..." He looked up hopefully to find Treize looking at him speculatively. That summer night when Treize had licked and sucked his wrist... Thinking about it still made him shiver. They'd gone no further than close-mouthed kisses, and Heero hadn't minded, since he didn't really understand the difference between close-mouthed and open-mouthed.
"It was your first French kiss. It feels good. That's all." To Heero's surprise and mild chagrin, the ginger-haired boy didn't seem concerned. Then he growled possessively, making Heero smile. "But if he tries it again, I want you to cry 'virgin' and push him away. You're mine. I don't like the idea of you being with anyone else, even if it is for revenge."
It was as if they both had the same thing on the brain; Heero's eyes slid shut and his lips parted beneath the demanding kiss. His entire mind felt fogged; he didn't (really) notice when the older student slid a hand up his shirt, lightly caressing his nipples. He felt hot... But when his other hand started on his pants, thumb toying with the top button, he definitely noticed and tried to wriggle out from under Treize.
"Wanna stop?" Heero nodded. Treize knew his smile looked forced; he'd gotten close this time. He would respect Heero's boundaries and not push (hard). But as soon as the Japanese boy left for the night, he laid back on the bed and didn't get a wink of sleep.
The next day, Heero implemented Phase Two, Project: Geek of the Week and asked Duo to the Autumnfest Dance on Saturday. "Would you like to go with me?" he mumbled, trying not to look Treize in the eye as the older boy walked by. He knew if he did that the ginger-haired boy would smirk and laugh at his discomfort; best to let it wait until their Spanish class together after lunch. Somehow, it was easier to deal with his teasing after he'd eaten something.
"I'd love to," Duo sighed, thinking of that stolen kiss in the woods. "Um..." He put one hand behind his neck, embarrassed as Wufei winked at him from behind the Japanese boy, then went back to flirting with Meiran. "Do you w-wanna meet at the school or--"
"I'll pick you up at your house," Heero said smoothly, glad he didn't have to deviate from the script he and Treize had made the night before. "7:00 okay?" Duo nodded, relieved, and began to nibble on one nail absently. The action was undeniably kawaii when combined with those large, violet eyes.
Shaking unpleasant thoughts from his mind, Heero nodded. "I'll see you later?" he asked, brushing against Duo's side as he walked by. "Bye, Duo."
"Bye, Heero Yuy," Duo whispered, feeling his heart swell in his chest. He literally floated to gym class, a joyful smile on his face. They had to throw a ball at him to wake him up from his pleasant daydreams; it was his turn at bat. He took a few practice swings, noting that the pitcher seemed unusually cheery and then--
"OW! SHIT!"
"Damn," Wufei sighed, leering over the American, as Duo winced in pain. "Right in the nuts, man..."
"Wufei..." Duo bit his lip to keep from swearing.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and help me off the ground..."
End Part Four
Ariana
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