::Cutter wanders into MLspace, buttoning her shirt... and buttoning her shirt... and buttoning her shirt again::
*%&# hentai shirt... anyways, here's Part 2 of my School Antics Week series! Once again, nonstandard fare for me, and furthermore I was not meant to write metered. Trust me.
Notes: Characters not mine. Fic mine. Poetry *very* mine.
Warnings: ::holds up sign reading "BAD SONNET AHEAD! BAD SONNET AHEAD!":: ::flips it over to read "AUTHOR TIRED! AUTHOR TIRED!"::
/.../=thoughts
~...~=poetry
Heero and Duo walked into the World Literature classroom just as the class bell rang. Even so, some god was smiling... or cursing... down on Duo (he wasn't sure which), and the only two empty desks were side by side. As he collapsed into the wooden chair, causing it to creak, Shinigami tried to mentally prepare himself for a full hour of sneaking surruptitious glances at his partner's stony profile. The room was a little warmer than was comfortable, and it was causing even Heero to flush slightly, a light sheen of sweat gathering at his temples.
Duo swallowed. /This is *so* not good./
The professor, Ms. Fisk, walked up to the front of the room and passed out the week's reading lists, and he tried to readjust himself in his seat, desperately seeking a position that could be held for more than thirty seconds without sacrificing his back or his circulation. His efforts were, of course, doomed to failure, as high school desks are always too hard and too small. Not even a Gundam pilot can defy Murphy's law.
He heard a soft "hn" and did not even need the HED to translate. Well, if Heero '*my*-self-destruct-button-*works*' Yuy was inhuman enough to insinuate that he wasn't a real soldier just because he couldn't handle a desk being a little uncomfortable, then by Shinigami he'd-- /Wait a second, all he said was "hn." Why am I so worked up? How am I getting all of this out of one "hn," anyway?/ He sighed. Where Heero was concerned, he *did* tend to get a little... easily worked up...
"Hn." said Heero.
/That's it. I kill him. Screw love./ Fortunately, he was so distracted by the thought of the words "screw" and "Heero" in the same sentence that he was unable to do much until Ms. Fisk caught his attention again. /Thank Shinigami for distractions once and a while. I make light of it, but honestly, this is getting more difficult every day and the more I hate it the more I want him./
"Now, class, today we're going to study Shakespearean poetry."
Duo choked. "This is a 'World Literature' class and we're studying *Shakespeare*?" /You'd think at least maybe some Camus, if nothing else... A.C. 195 and the world still consists of Renaissance England?/
Ms. Fisk glared. Having withstood Heero's glares for months will do wonders for one's tolerance, though, so Duo was not particularly frightened.
"Shakespeare *did* exist in the world, did he not, Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo murmured an agreement for the sake of peace--several different levels of it--and slunk back into his chair. From his left, he heard a faint voice say "Baka." /Well, Heero's said a two-syllable word already at 10:15 a.m.! Wake up, world, Duo Maxwell moves mountains!/
"William Shakespeare was a poet who utilized a special form of poetry called the sonnet... "
It was clear to Duo that this was going to go downhill very fast. Time to exercise his famed selective hearing. /I've never written a sonnet before... how hard can it be?/
Ten minutes later by HST (Heero Standard Time, measured in shifts in leg position by one Heero Yuy), he concluded that it was *very* hard. Also that he was not going to be able to last the day through if he kept staring at Heero's cheekbones like this.
" ...'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day'... "
Duo snorted. Now *there* was an image. If there was one thing in this world most *un*like a summer's day, it was Heero Yuy. He was freezer burn waiting to happen. Suddenly, he began to scribble.
~My love's perfect spirit is built of cold fire,
he is steel and stone and implacable hate;
to my certain ruin doth his inflexibility conspire
and all my heart's barriers doth he lay waste.~
/How can he get to me like this? No one gets through to me but him; I feel like I can't hide anything from him and he doesn't even care./
~Yet while I am slain his heart suffers naught--
nothing in this world touches his silence,
and I like a fool with his indifference am besot;
he seduces me with beauty and a mindless violence.~
/Why does it keep getting worse like this? I want to understand him more, I want to smash him more./
~Even when he is cruel I am ever to him faithful
and his cruelty doth my faith ever reinforce;
the ache of my desire to shatter him is painful,
to tear him until heart and serenity divorce.~
Duo looked heavenward and silently cursed. Dimly, he was aware of the lecture, but most of his attention was focused on berating himself for somehow managing to sound--and feel--like a hormone-crazed teenager and a psychopath at the same time. The couplet just seemed to come to him though, and he couldn't get it out of his head no matter how hard he tried. /Heero no baka. Ore no baka... /
" ...and the couplet, which is the crowning moment... "
~I will not stop 'til he sheds his skin
for I want to burn my self into him.~
/K'so./ He stood up gracefully at precisely the same moment Heero moved out of his desk as the bell signalled the end of class. /I can translate his grunts, I can tell time by him, I can predict when and how he will move at any given moment... I am a geek in love./
"Hn." (HED: "'Hn': 1. 'Let's go.' 2. 'You're not bothering me yet. So tread lightly.'")
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know... " He pinched his nose and mimicked his partner's nasal voice. "'History next, don't want to be late, shut up, Duo. Hn.'"
Heero looked mildly impressed.
End part 2
Well, that's it for now, folks! Not your standard fare from me, but hey! Change is good. Now, off to do my laundry...
(:./cutter/desk2)
