16-Oct-2000
Category: I think this defies labeling :)
Pairing: Just the undertones we see in the series.
Rating: PG ( Or perhaps just Peeewwwuuuu)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here.
NOTES: Umm... this is my brain trying to leak out of my ears. I think it's safe to say don't read this while trying to eat anything. I have no real excuse for this silliness except ... it can't always be intense! :D
Having survived breakfast, the five trudged towards their first class. Economics. Halfway there, Trowa and Wufei dropped back behind Duo, while Quatre and Heero slowed down up near the front. Right on time, about ten feet away from the classroom, Duo started to slow down.
"Ah, you know... I think I left my notebook back at the room, maybe I'll just..."
Trowa and Wufei closed ranks, each one laying a hand on Duo's shoulder and starting to shove.
"No! No really... I don't have my notebook guys... guyyyyssssss!!!"
Quatre turned and grabbed Duo's wrist. "I'll loan you some paper."
"I... I don't have my text book. Look, I'll just run back an..."
Heero grabbed the other wrist. "You can share mine."
"That's kind really but I should use my own... we're not supposed to rely on any outside assistance!" Duo was howling as the other four alternated between shoving and pulling the reluctant God of Death through the classroom door.
Once through the door, Duo quit yowling and grumbled. "I hate economics."
"We noticed." Came four identical replies.
Getting settled in their seats, Quatre and Heero put Duo between them so he couldn't sneak out, with Wufei and Trowa sitting just behind them. Other students filled in jabbering cheerfully. It took the teacher a couple minutes to obtain order in the classroom before asking for everyone's homework.
Once the papers were passed up to the front, the lecture began. It was a typically boring lecture, which kept Quatre and Heero busy keeping Duo from squirming right out of his chair. At one point the teacher started in on natural satellites.
"Now, as we've gone over, in space the natural resource satellites are privately owned but leased out to the different colonies. Now, here is the break down. The Winner family has 254 satellites split among the 5 LeGrange points each satellite yields to WEI company an annual profit of 260,000... Yes, ummm... Aber?"
Quatre lowered his hand before answering politely. "Actually it's 302 and the annual profit margin is 338,000 per satellite."
The teacher stopped and blinked. "Are you certain?"
"Pretty certain." Quatre answered wryly.
"Ah... um okay then... 302 spread out along the 5 LaGrange..."
Duo muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "Know it all... just because you own... ooof."
Quatre extracted his small fist from Duo's solar plexus and folded both his hands demurely on the desk.
The moment they stepped out of the economics classroom Duo grabbed Heero's notebook and smacked Quatre in the back of the head.
"OW!" Quatre yelped and wheeled about, swinging his fully loaded backpack square towards Duo's chest. Heero quickly grabbed Duo, Trowa grabbed Quatre and Wufei deftly caught the backpack which had broken free of small hands.
"Punch me in class! Any lower and you would have racked me!"
"Duo, you numbskull!! Just because you can barely be bothered to crack a book..." Quatre tried to break free from Trowa who, with a soft grunt, picked the squirming blond up and started to head towards their next class.
"Come back here and I'll show you just how I can crack a book upside your murmph!" Duo sputtered as Heero unceremoniously shoved the long braid in his mouth before dragging the wildly gesticulating American after Trowa and Quatre. Wufei calmly hitched Quatre's backpack up over his shoulder and looked at a group of curious students.
"Nap time." He shrugged nonchalantly, then followed.
The next class was physics. Teaching physics to Gundam pilots was like teaching your grandmother to suck eggs. As the teacher droned on, Duo's head fell over the back of his chair, mouth open with a little trickle of drool falling out of the corner of his lips. Wufei cradled the side of his face in his hand and doodled in his notebook, while Trowa lazily swatted Duo's hanging braid back and forth.
Even the two *good* students were bored out of their skulls. Heero sat, eyes front, looking attentive while he mentally ran a check list on Zero's systems. Quatre sat, looking like he was taking studious notes, when he as actually working a flute melody into a piece of violin music he'd written when he was 8.
The hour and a half class was passing painfully slowly, when Trowa accidentally smacked Duo's braid just a touch too hard, causing the heavy rope of hair the flip around and smack its unsuspecting owner in the face.
With a snort, Duo leapt up. "Wha? Huh? Heero, Aries at 4 o'clock!!!"
The whole class froze. Quatre looked at Duo, his eyes widening. Heero slowly closed his eyes. Trowa ducked his head and Wufei glanced up at the tired looking teacher who, without breaking out of her monotone, simply admonished the startled American.
"Mr. Maxwell, you need to lay off the Space Invaders. Now class, what is the centrifugal force of..."
Duo sat down slowly. Quatre hid his face in his hand. Heero shifted and went back to his mental systems check. After a minute, Duo's head once again dropped back over the chair but this time when Trowa reached for the braid, Wufei smacked his hand.
Hard.
The next class period was gym. A class that Duo Maxwell could really get into. The American positively bounced as he changed into his gym shorts and shirt. Sharing a locker next to him, Quatre reeled back waving his hand in front of his face.
"For the love of Allah, Duo what died in there?"
"Huh?" Duo stuffed his face in his locker and inhaled deeply, trying to find the source of Quatre's disgust.
Standing across the locker room bench, Trowa and Wufei exchanged cringing glances as Duo reappeared holding a pair of extremely stiff socks.
"These what you smelling?" Duo flung his arm out, catching Quatre unawares and shoving the socks into the little blonde's face.
Quatre's yelp was muffled when he unwittingly inhaled a mouthful of sock. The Arabian pilot flailed wildly in the air before extracting the sock from his mouth and bolting for the row of sinks at the front of the locker room where he began trying to drown himself.
Duo blinked, then shrugged and sat down, pulling the socks onto his feet.
Gym was Duo's favorite class. He got to play basketball, baseball, kickball, football, even volleyball could be made into a nice healthy contact sport. The God of Death danced from one foot to the other, feeling his lithe muscles beginning to loosen up and anticipating the day's mayhem.
The coach stepped out of his office, clipboard in hand. He walked to the semicircle of waiting boys and girls and in his gruff no nonsense tone announced.
"Today, we'll be starting a three week stretch of learning the game.... Badminton."
Duo halted in mid-bounce looking on in horror as the coach put down his clipboard and pulled a small, toy racket out of a bag and the small plastic birdie. Still somewhat put out about the whole sock incident, Quatre leaned over so he could speak without being heard.
"Brings a whole new meaning to watch the *birdie* doesn't it?"
"Shut-Up, Winner, unless you want these socks in your pillow."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Duo."
"Oh?" Duo felt a dare coming on.
"Yeah. I noticed you're wearing Wufei's underwear."
End Part 2
Laekin
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