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Denial
Title: Cruel Intenions
Author: Rei-chan
Chapter 2 - Denial
Chapter Rating: PG-15
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+M, 2+H, R+Y, R+D
Warnings: shounen ai, language, 1 and 3 bastardization.
Summary: High school can be hell if your name is Duo Maxwell.
A/N: // < - character thoughts
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Chapter 2 – Denial
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The bell rung, the ten minute warning echoing through the hallways as the students began to make their way to towards their respective classrooms. The four continued to stand in the hallway, all looking at their schedules. Duo snorted lightly as he looked at his first class.
“What’s your first class, Duo-kun?” Quatre asked, catching Duo making a faint yet still noticeable sound of annoyance.
“Literature 101. First thing on a Monday morning, too! Why is the world so cruel! Oh woe is me! I shall die before the day has ended!” Duo replied, putting a hand to his forehead for effect. Which made Quatre started to giggle, but then put a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, Trowa just raise an eyebrow at the scene.
“Don’t be so stupid Maxwell-san. We don’t need to see theatrics from you at 7:50 in the morning.” Wufei growled, shoving the remaining history textbooks into is bag; and then quickly slammed the locker door closed.
“Don’t you have Literature first thing as well Trowa-san?”
“Alright, stop calling me Trowa-san, Quatre-kun. We’ve know each other for a little over 4 years. I think you know me well enough to call me Trowa-kun. And no, I don’t have Literature until the afternoon. But I do have Ancient Writing, which is near the class.” Trowa muttered, before turning to Duo and adding, “I could show you if you wanted, Duo-san, as a favour to Quatre-kun.” His face remained emotionless.
Duo glanced over at Quatre and gave him a coy, knowing smirk, and elbowed him in the side; Quatre blushed slightly, glaring at Duo, letting out a loud yelp. “Oi!”
“Why, Quatre-kun. I think he has the ‘hots’ for you too…” Duo whispered, grinning even wider as Quatre looked on in horror mixed with disgust, while the other two strained to hear what he has just said.
“Be. Quiet. Duo.” Quatre said firmly.
This caused Trowa to look at him and ask, “What did he say?” Hoping that someone could fill him in on why Duo was grinning like an idiot and Quatre looked like he was going to pass out because his face was so pink.
“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just forget it, Trowa-sa…kun.” Quatre stuttered trying desperately to regain his composure.
“Hurry up already, enough endless onna ramblings. Classes start in five minutes. I am not about to be late. That would be injustice!”
“Ya, ya. You and your weird injustices. Take a pill, will ya. What do Quatre-kun and you have anyway, Wu?” Wufei huffed at the misuse of his name, yet again, but did not respond. Maxwell would never learn and he was thought to have to known these things, supposedly being brought up by high society. But then again, Duo was Duo, and nothing was going to change the constantly weird and annoyingly cheerful boy.
But the group began to separate in opposite directions, Duo slowly walking backwards with Trowa towards the G wing where the Literature Writing classes were located; Quatre and Wufei still standing there, Wufei growing impatient.
“I have to go to Conversational Latin. Wufei-san has…Advanced Calculus.” Quatre answered finally after snatching Wufei’s paper from him and looking at it, causing Wufei to snarl and grab at his sheet and end up missing Quatre and hitting the lockers.
“Figures as much; once a dork, always was a dork. Especially in middle school!” Duo yelled as he laughed. He then poked Trowa in the shoulder, trying to get his attention, which, interestingly enough was intensely focused on a certain blond-haired boy.
“Shut up, Maxwell! I should make you pay dearly for that!” Wufei roared, as he was dragged off by his collar by Quatre to the MS Area.
Quatre grinned, “Shut up, Wufei-san. We’ll meet you both in the CAF at lunch!”
“Sure you will. See you at lunch, Quat and Wu!” Duo retorted making, Trowa laugh a bit, which of course was highly unusual. Duo then gave Trowa a sideways stare, and then beaming at him for the longest time before Trowa got agitated. “Hm, I have an idea…”
“Nani?” (What?) Trowa enquired, hoping that Duo was devising some way humiliate Wufei, judging by his friends stories of Duo constantly playing practical jokes on them, whenever he got the opportunity. Though he then remembered that Duo didn’t speak much Japanese and corrected himself.
“You two are so cute together, Tro-san.” Duo said finally after another moment of silence, adopting a nickname for Trowa right away, though Trowa didn’t really seem to care since he was lost in thought. No doubt about Quatre, man if only the two of them would say something to each other, Duo chuckled to himself.
“Who is?” Trowa was confused now, coming back to reality. Needless to say, that did not happen often, although this time Duo was convinced that he trying to avoid the subject by playing dumb.
“Huh? Oh, Quat and you, I mean.” Duo offered.
“Um…Why are you saying that? Of course we are good friends…”
“But Tro-san, he is most ‘definitely’ is crushing on you.”
Then it was Trowa’s turn to be confused “Crushing? What the hell does that mean? Is that some sort of weird American term for friends?” Trowa questioned.
“You know. Have the hots for, someone you ‘want’ badly and one that wants to get into your pan…” Duo started then trailed off when he noticed Trowa’s expression. Trowa had stopped for a moment and just stared at Duo for a minute in complete silence, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide with disbelief.
“What, Hol-…? Why, did he say something?”
“Nah, he’s living in DE-nile too. But it’s obvious, you like him too, ne?” Duo chuckled.
“Iie, why would you think that? This is a private school, in Japan none the less. People in this school don’t take to well to those ‘thoughts’ here. It would never…even if I did, which I most certainly don’t.” Trowa’s face returning to an impassive state, anger and disgust darkening his eyes. “There’s your classroom. Sayonara.”
“Riiiighttt then …thanks. See you later.” Duo rolled his eyes. Well if Trowa wasn’t going to admit it anything, there wasn’t much he could say. Duo was about to walk into the classroom when Trowa added something.
“Chotto matte just let me give you one piece of advice. You shouldn’t walk around with those thoughts in your head. This isn’t some Yankee school, Duo-san. People will get the wrong idea…”
“What? No. I have a girlfriend. I was just saying-” Duo protested loudly, Trowa then shoved him aside just as a group of people walked into the classroom, looking at the two strangely.
“I know about it, Duo-san. But I won’t say anything, only because you and Quatre are best friends. And Quatre is my friend and I wouldn’t say anything about his choice of friends.” Trowa growled angrily, shoving an accusing finger in Duo’s face.
Causing Duo to pale considerably and back up, shaking his head and still trying to deny it. “What are you talking about? Who told-…I have a girlfriend you know, her name is Hil-”
“Don’t play dumb, Duo-san. Quatre told me the…” Trowa shuddered at the thought, “\'\'possibilities\' of thoughts toward guys. And as long as you keep you thoughts and things…well you know, to yourself, nothing will happen. Unless you want to be shunned by the entire school and neighbourhood?” Trowa paused for a moment and looked at him darkly before adding, “Do you?”
“I don’t know what Quatre told you. But I have a girlfriend and her name is Hilde Baker. And I do not ‘like’ guys. That would be sinful. I don’t fantasize about people like Yu-…guys. So don’t even being to think that…” Duo rambled with more force and determination to prove Trowa wrong. But he had almost said Yuy…Where the hell was wrong with him? He most definitely did not fantasize about…people like Yuy. He liked his girlfriend Hilde; they’d been together for nearly 6 months.
“That’s good to know. Sayonara, Duo-san.” Trowa said coldly walking away, but not before adding, “You should keep it that way, this is a Japanese private school after all. And besides I heard you were Catholic, or is that a lie too?” and then disappeared into a classroom three doors down.
Stupid idiot, Duo thought as he collected himself. Where the hell does he get off accusing people of such things when it was so evident that he and the blond-haired boy had a major thing for each other? Worst of all, both bloody well knew it as well and were in such denial. //Just like you Duo-kun.// his conscience said. Shut up, just shut the hell up, I do like girls, and only girls he snarled walking into the classroom after a moment. Knowing that he would have to take at least three Hail Mary’s for the thoughts and conversation; the only thought was the echoing laughter in his mind.
The final bell had just rung, announcing that classes were about to begin, just as Duo stepped in and stop at the front of the classroom, unsure of where to sit, as all of the other students had already taken their seats as the Sensei entered behind him and completely ignored him as he stood there.
“Ohayo gozaimasu, class.” (Good Morning)
“Ohayo gozaimasu sensei.” (Good Morning teacher.)
“Now everyone take out their textbooks please the lesson is about to begin.” Sensei commented and moved over to her desk pulling out a fresh piece of white chalk. “We will first begin with chapters 12 and 13 review and then…”
The teacher noticed Duo from the corner of her eye and paused for a moment, “Take your seat please, student.” then resumed her writing.
“Gomen Sensei, but I don’t have a seat.” Duo muttered, causing some of the other students at the front who heard him to whisper to one another.
Sensei hearing the whispers coming from behind her and turned around sharply to face the offenders, “What may I ask what is so important you all feel that you have the right to interrupt my lesson?” Making the room go deadly silent with no one daring to breath; Sensei then turned to Duo, finally getting a good look at him, about to tell him off.
“Student, take your…anou…chotto matte, you must be the new student. Gomen nasai, I am Sakutaro Sensei. Your name, where you come from, and a little about yourself?” Sensei smiled bowing, correcting her error. (Just a minute… I am sorry, I am Professor Sakutaro.)
“I am Duo, but you can call me Duo-chan. I was in L2 state, USA and I then moved here to Kyoto. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie. That’s me in a nutsh-.” Duo grinned from ear to ear, giving the ‘V’ for victory sign to the class and Sensei, earning Duo few snickers.
“Just how long have you been studying the Japanese language?” Sensei interrupted sternly, peering down the end her nose, past her obscenely over-sized Grandmother glasses.
“Anou, I have been studying about 3 years now. Why did you want to know?” Duo asked slightly confused at her and the classes’ response to his introduction.
“Well if you had been studying Japanese and doing all of your homework, you would obviously know that the suffix –chan, is to refer to a female friend and –kun is for male friend. And judging by our appearance and manor unless by some profoundly circumstances, you are obviously a male. Thus, you should be referred to as Duo-kun.\" Sensei snapped.
Duo was so embarrassed that the teacher was more than happy to humiliate him in front of the class; he felt his whole face heat up. He stood there in quietly wishing there was a whole in the earth that could swallow him up.
“Well it is no matter. What is your last name student?” Sensei snapped, finally after what seemed like an eternity of dead silence.
“Anou…eto…I…” Duo was really being to hate this Sensei, who seemed just like Heero, bent on making him look like an idiot at every turn.
“It’s Maxwell-san.” /Speaking of the devil-/ Duo muttered under his breath.
“Sumimasen, who said that,” Sensei asked, facing the classing.
“Um, Sempai Yuy-sama did, Sensei…” A younger classmate said raising her hand, producing a scathing glare from Duo and Heero, who curled his bottom lip ever so slightly.
“I know my own name. Thank. You.” Duo ground out, Heero just stared at him stonily.
“Maxwell-san, ne? Ohayo gozaimasu, Maxwell-san. Kudasai, tell the rest of the class about Maxwell Empire Trade, Yuy-san, kudasai.” Sensei requested smiling. (Good Morning, Maxwell. Please…please.)
“The company’s full name is Maxwell Empire Trade, Stocks and Bonds. It is run by the president Maxwell Solo-sama, one of the richest men in all of the state colonies of America and Globally. It is the largest commercial trading and stocks company. That has also recently branched out to Connection Mobile Suit Computers, selling for 5 billion yen last month.” Heero finished, looking quite bored, causing more noise throughout the class.
“I am impressed Yuy-san. That was the first question you have answered since you have been here! I hope we see more answers this year!” Sensei beamed; perhaps he would not be the troublemaker that all the other teachers had warned her about in the previous years. Heero made no indication that he’d heard her remark.
Duo snapped his attention to Heero, glaring daggers at the idiot. Did he ‘have’ to tell the whole bloody school? Heero only glowered back challenging Duo’s obvious anger and frustration, and the silent war was waged. Heero had found out that the braided boy was easy to enrage, this was all working out according to plan.
“Anou, in literature class we are grouped into pairs for studying purposes. Who shall we have you work with?” Sensei pondered aloud.
/Please, for the love of… Not for an entire semester. Anyone but-/
“Yuy-san. You and he can work together for the duration of semester. He can be your study associate? Colleague? Study buddy? Is that awful slang word they call them in America? Since you both seem to know each other so well already.”
/Ah crap./ “Um, do I have to? Could I work with someone else?” Duo started. /Maybe I can get an ounce of sympathy out of her/
“Iie, be quiet. Now sit down in the seat just beside Yuy-san. Be quiet, the lesson is about to begin.” She snapped again, losing her patience.
Sighing heavily he dragged his feet along and plopped himself in the seat, making sure that he avoided eye contact with him again. /Of all the people. I am so going to kill him for saying anything./ Duo could feel Heero’s stare boring into the side of his face.
“Psst. Baka.” Duo looked straight at the blackboard.
“Hey, Duo-chan I’m talking to you.” Duo tried to concentrate harder on the blackboard.
Heero was never one to back down from a challenge, so he leaned closer to Duo back ever so slightly, a cruel smirk gracing his usually blank and monotone features, whispering in Duo’s ear, “Didn’t your father give you enough money to finish the sex change, to make the –chan part permanent, Duo-chan? Or are those wash-board knockers all your allowance could afford this week.”
Duo glared ahead venomously refusing to lower himself to Heero level of torment; he just kept repeating that if he ignored him long enough that Heero might have one shred of decency to leave him alone during class at least. /Wait Heero? Have a shred of decency? This was a guy that and tried to humiliate him on first day of school for no good reason and then vowed to torment him as long as he possibly could. / Duo snorted quietly, thought of Heero being nice to anyone, besides himself, was beyond preposterous.
Unfortunately, Heero was never one to liked being ignored, in fact he despised it; and the more one ignored him that more vengeful and determined he became to make that person’s life a living hell. Duo noticed then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Heero grab a sheet of paper from his desk and quickly write something and then slide it across the desk in front of Duo.
As much as he knew that he shouldn’t look at what the note said, part of him was morbidly curious as to what it said he glanced down at it.
Girly Little Elf Freak,
I meant what I said before class. Don’t think your precious daddy’s money can protect you now. You’re going to be running home crying to your daddy before today is over. Prepare for a year from hell so be careful where you hide. I’ll find out your weakness and break you into little pieces, burning you into the ground. Oh and by the way, why the hell do you have to come into my school looking like a Gackt reject, show some respect and cut your hair you pansy.
Compliments of Your Worst Nightmare
Duo did his best to choke back a snarl as he finished scanning over it, /Who did this guy think he was anyway?/ Duo wasn’t an idiot he had enough street smarts to kill this guy if he really wanted to, he didn’t need his uncle’s protection. For the most part the note didn’t really bother him, but when he read the last line about his braid his face filled with intense fury. Bad-mouthing his braid, that crossed the line then spat and shit on it. They could insult his language skills and even call him childish names and he wouldn\'t care. But NO ONE and he meant NO ONE ever talked about his braid and lived to tell about it. Ever.
Duo grabbed his black pen from his back pocket and ripped a sheet a paper from his binder, almost breaking the binder itself.
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Owari - TBC
Author: Rei-chan
Chapter 2 - Denial
Chapter Rating: PG-15
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+M, 2+H, R+Y, R+D
Warnings: shounen ai, language, 1 and 3 bastardization.
Summary: High school can be hell if your name is Duo Maxwell.
A/N: // < - character thoughts
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Chapter 2 – Denial
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The bell rung, the ten minute warning echoing through the hallways as the students began to make their way to towards their respective classrooms. The four continued to stand in the hallway, all looking at their schedules. Duo snorted lightly as he looked at his first class.
“What’s your first class, Duo-kun?” Quatre asked, catching Duo making a faint yet still noticeable sound of annoyance.
“Literature 101. First thing on a Monday morning, too! Why is the world so cruel! Oh woe is me! I shall die before the day has ended!” Duo replied, putting a hand to his forehead for effect. Which made Quatre started to giggle, but then put a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, Trowa just raise an eyebrow at the scene.
“Don’t be so stupid Maxwell-san. We don’t need to see theatrics from you at 7:50 in the morning.” Wufei growled, shoving the remaining history textbooks into is bag; and then quickly slammed the locker door closed.
“Don’t you have Literature first thing as well Trowa-san?”
“Alright, stop calling me Trowa-san, Quatre-kun. We’ve know each other for a little over 4 years. I think you know me well enough to call me Trowa-kun. And no, I don’t have Literature until the afternoon. But I do have Ancient Writing, which is near the class.” Trowa muttered, before turning to Duo and adding, “I could show you if you wanted, Duo-san, as a favour to Quatre-kun.” His face remained emotionless.
Duo glanced over at Quatre and gave him a coy, knowing smirk, and elbowed him in the side; Quatre blushed slightly, glaring at Duo, letting out a loud yelp. “Oi!”
“Why, Quatre-kun. I think he has the ‘hots’ for you too…” Duo whispered, grinning even wider as Quatre looked on in horror mixed with disgust, while the other two strained to hear what he has just said.
“Be. Quiet. Duo.” Quatre said firmly.
This caused Trowa to look at him and ask, “What did he say?” Hoping that someone could fill him in on why Duo was grinning like an idiot and Quatre looked like he was going to pass out because his face was so pink.
“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just forget it, Trowa-sa…kun.” Quatre stuttered trying desperately to regain his composure.
“Hurry up already, enough endless onna ramblings. Classes start in five minutes. I am not about to be late. That would be injustice!”
“Ya, ya. You and your weird injustices. Take a pill, will ya. What do Quatre-kun and you have anyway, Wu?” Wufei huffed at the misuse of his name, yet again, but did not respond. Maxwell would never learn and he was thought to have to known these things, supposedly being brought up by high society. But then again, Duo was Duo, and nothing was going to change the constantly weird and annoyingly cheerful boy.
But the group began to separate in opposite directions, Duo slowly walking backwards with Trowa towards the G wing where the Literature Writing classes were located; Quatre and Wufei still standing there, Wufei growing impatient.
“I have to go to Conversational Latin. Wufei-san has…Advanced Calculus.” Quatre answered finally after snatching Wufei’s paper from him and looking at it, causing Wufei to snarl and grab at his sheet and end up missing Quatre and hitting the lockers.
“Figures as much; once a dork, always was a dork. Especially in middle school!” Duo yelled as he laughed. He then poked Trowa in the shoulder, trying to get his attention, which, interestingly enough was intensely focused on a certain blond-haired boy.
“Shut up, Maxwell! I should make you pay dearly for that!” Wufei roared, as he was dragged off by his collar by Quatre to the MS Area.
Quatre grinned, “Shut up, Wufei-san. We’ll meet you both in the CAF at lunch!”
“Sure you will. See you at lunch, Quat and Wu!” Duo retorted making, Trowa laugh a bit, which of course was highly unusual. Duo then gave Trowa a sideways stare, and then beaming at him for the longest time before Trowa got agitated. “Hm, I have an idea…”
“Nani?” (What?) Trowa enquired, hoping that Duo was devising some way humiliate Wufei, judging by his friends stories of Duo constantly playing practical jokes on them, whenever he got the opportunity. Though he then remembered that Duo didn’t speak much Japanese and corrected himself.
“You two are so cute together, Tro-san.” Duo said finally after another moment of silence, adopting a nickname for Trowa right away, though Trowa didn’t really seem to care since he was lost in thought. No doubt about Quatre, man if only the two of them would say something to each other, Duo chuckled to himself.
“Who is?” Trowa was confused now, coming back to reality. Needless to say, that did not happen often, although this time Duo was convinced that he trying to avoid the subject by playing dumb.
“Huh? Oh, Quat and you, I mean.” Duo offered.
“Um…Why are you saying that? Of course we are good friends…”
“But Tro-san, he is most ‘definitely’ is crushing on you.”
Then it was Trowa’s turn to be confused “Crushing? What the hell does that mean? Is that some sort of weird American term for friends?” Trowa questioned.
“You know. Have the hots for, someone you ‘want’ badly and one that wants to get into your pan…” Duo started then trailed off when he noticed Trowa’s expression. Trowa had stopped for a moment and just stared at Duo for a minute in complete silence, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide with disbelief.
“What, Hol-…? Why, did he say something?”
“Nah, he’s living in DE-nile too. But it’s obvious, you like him too, ne?” Duo chuckled.
“Iie, why would you think that? This is a private school, in Japan none the less. People in this school don’t take to well to those ‘thoughts’ here. It would never…even if I did, which I most certainly don’t.” Trowa’s face returning to an impassive state, anger and disgust darkening his eyes. “There’s your classroom. Sayonara.”
“Riiiighttt then …thanks. See you later.” Duo rolled his eyes. Well if Trowa wasn’t going to admit it anything, there wasn’t much he could say. Duo was about to walk into the classroom when Trowa added something.
“Chotto matte just let me give you one piece of advice. You shouldn’t walk around with those thoughts in your head. This isn’t some Yankee school, Duo-san. People will get the wrong idea…”
“What? No. I have a girlfriend. I was just saying-” Duo protested loudly, Trowa then shoved him aside just as a group of people walked into the classroom, looking at the two strangely.
“I know about it, Duo-san. But I won’t say anything, only because you and Quatre are best friends. And Quatre is my friend and I wouldn’t say anything about his choice of friends.” Trowa growled angrily, shoving an accusing finger in Duo’s face.
Causing Duo to pale considerably and back up, shaking his head and still trying to deny it. “What are you talking about? Who told-…I have a girlfriend you know, her name is Hil-”
“Don’t play dumb, Duo-san. Quatre told me the…” Trowa shuddered at the thought, “\'\'possibilities\' of thoughts toward guys. And as long as you keep you thoughts and things…well you know, to yourself, nothing will happen. Unless you want to be shunned by the entire school and neighbourhood?” Trowa paused for a moment and looked at him darkly before adding, “Do you?”
“I don’t know what Quatre told you. But I have a girlfriend and her name is Hilde Baker. And I do not ‘like’ guys. That would be sinful. I don’t fantasize about people like Yu-…guys. So don’t even being to think that…” Duo rambled with more force and determination to prove Trowa wrong. But he had almost said Yuy…Where the hell was wrong with him? He most definitely did not fantasize about…people like Yuy. He liked his girlfriend Hilde; they’d been together for nearly 6 months.
“That’s good to know. Sayonara, Duo-san.” Trowa said coldly walking away, but not before adding, “You should keep it that way, this is a Japanese private school after all. And besides I heard you were Catholic, or is that a lie too?” and then disappeared into a classroom three doors down.
Stupid idiot, Duo thought as he collected himself. Where the hell does he get off accusing people of such things when it was so evident that he and the blond-haired boy had a major thing for each other? Worst of all, both bloody well knew it as well and were in such denial. //Just like you Duo-kun.// his conscience said. Shut up, just shut the hell up, I do like girls, and only girls he snarled walking into the classroom after a moment. Knowing that he would have to take at least three Hail Mary’s for the thoughts and conversation; the only thought was the echoing laughter in his mind.
The final bell had just rung, announcing that classes were about to begin, just as Duo stepped in and stop at the front of the classroom, unsure of where to sit, as all of the other students had already taken their seats as the Sensei entered behind him and completely ignored him as he stood there.
“Ohayo gozaimasu, class.” (Good Morning)
“Ohayo gozaimasu sensei.” (Good Morning teacher.)
“Now everyone take out their textbooks please the lesson is about to begin.” Sensei commented and moved over to her desk pulling out a fresh piece of white chalk. “We will first begin with chapters 12 and 13 review and then…”
The teacher noticed Duo from the corner of her eye and paused for a moment, “Take your seat please, student.” then resumed her writing.
“Gomen Sensei, but I don’t have a seat.” Duo muttered, causing some of the other students at the front who heard him to whisper to one another.
Sensei hearing the whispers coming from behind her and turned around sharply to face the offenders, “What may I ask what is so important you all feel that you have the right to interrupt my lesson?” Making the room go deadly silent with no one daring to breath; Sensei then turned to Duo, finally getting a good look at him, about to tell him off.
“Student, take your…anou…chotto matte, you must be the new student. Gomen nasai, I am Sakutaro Sensei. Your name, where you come from, and a little about yourself?” Sensei smiled bowing, correcting her error. (Just a minute… I am sorry, I am Professor Sakutaro.)
“I am Duo, but you can call me Duo-chan. I was in L2 state, USA and I then moved here to Kyoto. I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie. That’s me in a nutsh-.” Duo grinned from ear to ear, giving the ‘V’ for victory sign to the class and Sensei, earning Duo few snickers.
“Just how long have you been studying the Japanese language?” Sensei interrupted sternly, peering down the end her nose, past her obscenely over-sized Grandmother glasses.
“Anou, I have been studying about 3 years now. Why did you want to know?” Duo asked slightly confused at her and the classes’ response to his introduction.
“Well if you had been studying Japanese and doing all of your homework, you would obviously know that the suffix –chan, is to refer to a female friend and –kun is for male friend. And judging by our appearance and manor unless by some profoundly circumstances, you are obviously a male. Thus, you should be referred to as Duo-kun.\" Sensei snapped.
Duo was so embarrassed that the teacher was more than happy to humiliate him in front of the class; he felt his whole face heat up. He stood there in quietly wishing there was a whole in the earth that could swallow him up.
“Well it is no matter. What is your last name student?” Sensei snapped, finally after what seemed like an eternity of dead silence.
“Anou…eto…I…” Duo was really being to hate this Sensei, who seemed just like Heero, bent on making him look like an idiot at every turn.
“It’s Maxwell-san.” /Speaking of the devil-/ Duo muttered under his breath.
“Sumimasen, who said that,” Sensei asked, facing the classing.
“Um, Sempai Yuy-sama did, Sensei…” A younger classmate said raising her hand, producing a scathing glare from Duo and Heero, who curled his bottom lip ever so slightly.
“I know my own name. Thank. You.” Duo ground out, Heero just stared at him stonily.
“Maxwell-san, ne? Ohayo gozaimasu, Maxwell-san. Kudasai, tell the rest of the class about Maxwell Empire Trade, Yuy-san, kudasai.” Sensei requested smiling. (Good Morning, Maxwell. Please…please.)
“The company’s full name is Maxwell Empire Trade, Stocks and Bonds. It is run by the president Maxwell Solo-sama, one of the richest men in all of the state colonies of America and Globally. It is the largest commercial trading and stocks company. That has also recently branched out to Connection Mobile Suit Computers, selling for 5 billion yen last month.” Heero finished, looking quite bored, causing more noise throughout the class.
“I am impressed Yuy-san. That was the first question you have answered since you have been here! I hope we see more answers this year!” Sensei beamed; perhaps he would not be the troublemaker that all the other teachers had warned her about in the previous years. Heero made no indication that he’d heard her remark.
Duo snapped his attention to Heero, glaring daggers at the idiot. Did he ‘have’ to tell the whole bloody school? Heero only glowered back challenging Duo’s obvious anger and frustration, and the silent war was waged. Heero had found out that the braided boy was easy to enrage, this was all working out according to plan.
“Anou, in literature class we are grouped into pairs for studying purposes. Who shall we have you work with?” Sensei pondered aloud.
/Please, for the love of… Not for an entire semester. Anyone but-/
“Yuy-san. You and he can work together for the duration of semester. He can be your study associate? Colleague? Study buddy? Is that awful slang word they call them in America? Since you both seem to know each other so well already.”
/Ah crap./ “Um, do I have to? Could I work with someone else?” Duo started. /Maybe I can get an ounce of sympathy out of her/
“Iie, be quiet. Now sit down in the seat just beside Yuy-san. Be quiet, the lesson is about to begin.” She snapped again, losing her patience.
Sighing heavily he dragged his feet along and plopped himself in the seat, making sure that he avoided eye contact with him again. /Of all the people. I am so going to kill him for saying anything./ Duo could feel Heero’s stare boring into the side of his face.
“Psst. Baka.” Duo looked straight at the blackboard.
“Hey, Duo-chan I’m talking to you.” Duo tried to concentrate harder on the blackboard.
Heero was never one to back down from a challenge, so he leaned closer to Duo back ever so slightly, a cruel smirk gracing his usually blank and monotone features, whispering in Duo’s ear, “Didn’t your father give you enough money to finish the sex change, to make the –chan part permanent, Duo-chan? Or are those wash-board knockers all your allowance could afford this week.”
Duo glared ahead venomously refusing to lower himself to Heero level of torment; he just kept repeating that if he ignored him long enough that Heero might have one shred of decency to leave him alone during class at least. /Wait Heero? Have a shred of decency? This was a guy that and tried to humiliate him on first day of school for no good reason and then vowed to torment him as long as he possibly could. / Duo snorted quietly, thought of Heero being nice to anyone, besides himself, was beyond preposterous.
Unfortunately, Heero was never one to liked being ignored, in fact he despised it; and the more one ignored him that more vengeful and determined he became to make that person’s life a living hell. Duo noticed then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Heero grab a sheet of paper from his desk and quickly write something and then slide it across the desk in front of Duo.
As much as he knew that he shouldn’t look at what the note said, part of him was morbidly curious as to what it said he glanced down at it.
Girly Little Elf Freak,
I meant what I said before class. Don’t think your precious daddy’s money can protect you now. You’re going to be running home crying to your daddy before today is over. Prepare for a year from hell so be careful where you hide. I’ll find out your weakness and break you into little pieces, burning you into the ground. Oh and by the way, why the hell do you have to come into my school looking like a Gackt reject, show some respect and cut your hair you pansy.
Compliments of Your Worst Nightmare
Duo did his best to choke back a snarl as he finished scanning over it, /Who did this guy think he was anyway?/ Duo wasn’t an idiot he had enough street smarts to kill this guy if he really wanted to, he didn’t need his uncle’s protection. For the most part the note didn’t really bother him, but when he read the last line about his braid his face filled with intense fury. Bad-mouthing his braid, that crossed the line then spat and shit on it. They could insult his language skills and even call him childish names and he wouldn\'t care. But NO ONE and he meant NO ONE ever talked about his braid and lived to tell about it. Ever.
Duo grabbed his black pen from his back pocket and ripped a sheet a paper from his binder, almost breaking the binder itself.
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Owari - TBC