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The S.A.T. presents....

Gundam Girls, the story behind the people. Part three of the S.A.T. (Silver AllianceTrilogy)

Chapter Twelve : Back to school and scheming begins. (Muck up day part one)

Authors Notes... 'Blah' thinking, "'Blah" talking, =Blah= communicating via mate bond, $Blah$ youkai language. Wow, seems like I write a lot of two-parts, don't I? Heh heh, ah well, I can't help it. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Heero is once again attacked with pillows, Rika and Atalanta discuss Spandex shorts, the infamous green tank top returns, and we see just how much of a morning person the perfect soldier really is. Hehehehe...I'm so twisted.

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"Back at school, what a drag!" Duo complained as the pilots met up in their usual spot. The holidays were over and it was now the beginning of the third term. Syaoran nodded enthusiastically in agreement with his uncle.

"Really Duo, you complain too much. These last ten weeks are going to be vital for the HSC (1)," Quatre sighed in exasperation. "Besides, it's our last term of high school EVER!"

"Face it Winner. Maxwell has no patience what so ever," Wufei snorted.

"Yeah, well, I just think it's pointless for us to be here. It's not as if we don't already know all this stuff, thanks to the doctors training and all that," Duo exclaimed.

'That and we all learnt this and way more in our past.' Trowa added, but just to himself.

"Shut up Duo. You know we don't talk about that in public. Letting people find out the truth about us could mean our deaths...or even worse it could lead Relena and her harpies here." Heero shuddered, before sending one of his few still effective glares at his brother. Duo had learned how to handle most of his repertoire.

"Shutting up now," Duo eeped. He paled at the thought of Relena, Hilde and Dorothy descending upon them, and ruining their way of life. Along with his chances with Rika.

The ringing bell forestalled any response, also causing Duo to recall that his first class was at the opposite end of the school

"Shit, I'm gonna be so late!" he yelped, grabbing his things and running off.

"Same old shin," Trowa chuckled as he walked off at a more leisurely pace.

Heero and Syaoran started as their sensitive hearing picked this up.

$ Do you think he remembers, father? $ Syaoran questioned in the native language of all youkai. It was at a sound frequency too low for humans to hear. Syaoran knew for sure, but he wondered if his father did.

$ I don't know. I'm almost positive that if Leo's memories had returned, he would have informed those of us who do, and would be immensely interested in you. $ Heero replied, not knowing that Syaoran was hiding the truth from him.

$ Why would he be interested in me? $ Syaoran was curious, since his father's prediction was in fact coming true.

$ You are the heir to the Elysion throne. As the firstborn male in my family, your position is a very dangerous one. Even in this era. If you were to die and your mother and I were killed, we would not have anyone to inherit the throne. It would be open for anyone to claim. Both thrones would be. As one of your surrogate uncles, Leo would be interested in you because he is sworn to protect you [I don't think it would be in his instincts to]. If I had been around for your childhood, this would be one of the first lessons I would have taught you. $ Heero explained. $ Nevertheless, we will attempt to make up for lost time. $

$ Ah.Gotta go dad, my class is this way. $ Syaoran said, before walking off down one of the many footpaths that connected the school buildings.

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Meanwhile, at the girls' school, Atalanta was sitting with a group of her year 12 friends in maths. They were waiting for their teacher to arrive and were discussing the one event they were all looking forward to this term. Muck-up day (2).

"I say that we have an all-out fun day!" Emma, one of the girls, stated.

"I agree. But what should that involve?" Alanna nodded.

"A water fight!" "A shaving-cream fight!" "A jumping castle!" "A concert!" were some of the suggestions thrown forward.

"If we want to have a concert, I know of a band that can perform," Atalanta suggested, startling everyone. She tended to be very quite and kept to herself in class.

"What are they called?" Sarah questioned.

"The Sennen Ladies," Atalanta smiled. "You won't have heard of them. They mostly play covers of pre-colony music."

"Do you have something of theirs that we could listen to?" Alyssa questioned.

"Yes I do, actually," Atalanta grinned as she rummaged around in her bag. The 'Sennen Ladies' consisted of herself, Rika, Aislin, Aurora and Lina. They'd be playing together for a while now, and were good if they said so themselves. (Aaron, pre-Saberwyn, seemed to think so too).

With a triumphant exclamation, she pulled the disk out of the very bottom of her bag.

Putting it in the player, and pressing play, the sounds of the band performing filled the classroom.

"My god, we have GOT to get them to play. Who are they?" Elizabeth exclaimed.

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Back at the boys' school, the five pilots were spending their recess break sprawled out on the grass. Syaoran was talking quietly with Heero.

"Hey, did you guys here that the pink elephants want to do a join muck-up day with us?" Duo piped up from where he lay.

"You seniors are so lucky. Muck-up day looks like so much fun," Syaoran pouted.

"You'll get your chance Syaoran, don't worry about that," Quatre reassured.

"So what do they have planned?" Trowa questioned.

"Jumping castle, barbeque, water and shaving cream fight, a concert put on by a band called the 'Sennen Ladies'. All this for year twelves only," Duo revealed, grinning.

"THE SENNEN LADIES!" Syaoran exclaimed, before swearing in every language he knew.

"Impressive. I was unaware that you had learnt so many languages already. Though it is not unexpected," Heero smirked.

"How many languages did he just swear in?" Duo asked.

"Twenty in total. He's still got several more to learn. Atalanta and I both know thirty languages," Heero revealed.

"What the? THIRTY languages?" Duo yelped.

"It is an old tradition, that still exists among some people, that a child would begin learning other languages from the moment they were able to talk," Syaoran explained. "Of course, no one really takes it to the extreme like Heero and my families did."

"I wouldn't say it was taken to extreme, but anyway. What caused you to swear like that anyway?" Heero questioned.

"The band Duo spoke of. Its members are Atalanta, Rika, Aislin, Aurora and Lina," Syaoran revealed.

"I didn't know they were a band," Heero frowned slightly.

"It's not like she's gonna tell you EVERYTHING. Atalanta always tells me that a female has got to have some secrets," Syaoran said.

"Muck-up day will prove to be interesting," Trowa commented.

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"Ah, such a beautiful morning!" Atalanta said happily as she got out of bed. Today was muck-up day. A day eagerly anticipated for the past six years of high school. Heero merely grunted and rolled over. Atalanta was quickly re-learning that he was NOT a morning person.

"Go awaaay," he moaned, pulling the bedsheets tight around him and rolling over.

"You know, I really should tell the guys just what you're like in the morning. I believe Shin would find it highly amusing," Atalanta teased. Her only reply was a pillow in the face from Heero. "Okay, you've caused me to have to resort to drastic measure. Time to DIE!" Atalanta yelled as she pounced Heero and began repeatedly hitting him with the pillow he'd so foolishly discarded.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up. You sadistic feline," Heero grumbled as he pushed her off him.

"Hey, I grew up with three brothers. I had to become sadistic to survive," Atalanta stated.

"Urgh...I hate mornings," Heero grumbled.

"Go have a shower to wake yourself up. And wear something you don't care about getting dirty. It's mufti for us today." Atalanta called after Heero as he staggered into the shower.

"Get me out some jeans and my green tank top please. I feel it's time to bring back the tank top," Heero requested, over the sound of running water.

"Okay," Atalanta yelled back, before digging around in their wardrobe for requested items and for an outfit for herself. Deciding to take another outfit to change into for the concert, she pulled out blue hipster shorts, sneakers, ankle socks, and a white sleeveless top that tied in a knot just under her chest. She headed to the second bathroom with her clothes, leaving Heero's waiting on the bed.

When she was showered and dressed, she headed down to the kitchen, to find Syaoran already there. She sat at the breakfast table as she finished putting her hair up in a high ponytail.

"You look nice mum." Syaoran commented.

"Thanks. I plan on joining in the water fight today so I thought I better take precautions." Atalanta grinned. Her grin turned to a look of surprise as the other four pilots walked in without warning. "How did you guys get in here?" she questioned, looking over their outfits. Duo was wearing sneakers, faded jeans and a black t-shirt. Trowa was wearing faded jeans and a dark blue short sleeve shirt with the top three buttons undone. Quatre was wearing sneakers, faded jeans, and a light blue t-shirt. Wufei was wearing sneakers, jeans, and a dark blue tank top.

"I gave them a spare key," Heero explained as he walked into the kitchen, towelling his hair dry.

"Nice to see you're feeling more hospitable after your shower," Atalanta drawled. Heero threw his towel at her, but missed. "Seems I was wrong."

"I thought I burnt that tank-top!" Duo commented, recognizing the infamous top that now fit Heero a lot better then it had during the wars.

"You just burnt his sneakers. He saved the tank top and spandex shorts," Syaoran said as Heero rummaged around in the cupboards, making himself breakfast. He was never conversational until after his first cup of coffee.

"You know, I could write an ode to spandex and other clinging clothes," Rika commented absently as she and the other girls walked into the kitchen.

"You would Rika. Remember, the spandex is mine," Atalanta growled possessively.

"Of course it is. I'm just saying that I'm agreeing with you on your opinion of the benefits of spandex," Rika reassured. Heero, having located the precious coffee, grunted to himself and set about making a pot of the stuff.

"Is there a reason why Heero has reverted to his native, monosyllabic language?" Duo questioned.

"Yep. He's not a morning person. You won't get a word out of him until he's finished his coffee. I had to hit him repeatedly with my pillow to wake him up this morning," Atalanta bragged. The sound of a jar of instant coffee being placed very solidly on the counter stopped any reply Duo may have made.

"Neko, you are going to die now!" Heero growled, before chasing Atalanta around the room. Atalanta fled from her husband, laughing happily.

"Nice outfit," Trowa whispered to Aislin. She smiled in thanks to him. She was wearing shorts, sandals, and a dark blue tank top. Rika was wearing black shorts and a dark purple tank top. Aurora was wearing shorts and a pale yellow midriff top. Lina was wearing ¾ pants and a dark red t-shirt.

"Did you guys bring a change of clothes with you for the concert?" Atalanta asked as she ran back into the room, glancing over her shoulder several times.

"Yep, and our instruments are already at the school, so that's all organized," Aurora nodded happily.

Atalanta stopped moving, which turned out to be a big mistake. Heero re-entered the room, threw her over his shoulder, walked out the back door, and unceremoniously dumped her in the pool.

"HEERO!!" she roared in anger. Everyone who had been watching burst out laughing. Heero smirked, turning his back on the pool. Another big mistake; Atalanta firmly grabbed him by the ankles, and he was flung into the pool, landing beside his pissed off mate.

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Author's Notes: Heh, seems like the water fight has already began and they haven't even gotten to school yet.

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(1) HSC = Higher School Certificate. The end of final year exams, commonly believed to have been designed as a final, intense bout of torture before being booted into the real world.

(2) An Australian school tradition whereby on the day before graduation (and getting kicked out to do that *thing* you're supposed to do before exams), the year 12 population basically go berserk. This has been severely kerbed by public liability laws, and the desire to sue anybody possible for your own stupidity. The focus these days is on performing 'pranks' and generally having fun without breaking the nazi-like laws imposed by the school principals