Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Bloodlines ❯ Classroom coniptions ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3:

The two girls looked at Quatre, twin expressions of horror and disbelief chasing their way across their faces. Mouths opened and closed as they processed what their little brother had just said.

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!"

The continued to stare at their brother in abject horror, similar thoughts chasing their way through their minds *This is _not_ good. This is bad... this is very, _very_, BAD!!!!*

Usagi was the first to snap out of her stupor, "Do you have _any_ idea as to how long it will take to get to school from here?" she asked. "We can't get there in time on a good day!" She pulled herself up to her full height - which wasn't really that tall to begin with in the first place in indignant anger.

Quatre looked at her unfazed. The protest had not been unexpected. After all, they were all as stubborn as each other - it was a Winner trait. He waved a hand absentmindedly, "One of the Manguanacs can drive you."

Usagi snorted, a mental image of her friends reactions to someone like Rashid dropping them off at school running through her mind. "Oh yeah, and wouldn't that look great!!".

Duo piped up from his seat, a wicked grin adorning his features, "The only thing worse would be turning up at school in a _pink_ limo!"

Trowa choked on his coffee and started coughing, a suspiciously amused look in his one visible eye. Heero mad an odd choking noise and covered a smirk with one hand, while glaring at anyone who dared say anything. Wufei just rolled his eyes.

Haruka raised an eyebrow and vowed to find out what all that was about later.

Quatre gave then two youngest Winner females a very cold, hard glare, "No Arguments." The tone, and the expression were icy.

Neither of the girls paid any attention to him. They glared right back at him and began to argue.

Haruka sighed and mad herself comfortable, *Knowing these three, this may take a while. **

The debate... debacle continued long into the night with neither party
repeating themselves. Haruka didn't contribute at all, after all this didn't involve her, Quatre knew better than to tell her what to do. Duo decided to help out, changing sides whenever he thought one had a good point or it looked like the other side might be winning. Usagi and Minako were ready to beat him within an inch of his life.

Quatre proved without a doubt that he and Haruka were related, revealing a very large stubborn streak. The girls where getting nowhere - with or without Duo's 'help'.

The discussion ran down to it's forgone conclusion around midnight, Setsuna had left around ten with a funny look on her face. The girls lost the argument, badly. Belatedly the remembered just how good their brother was at negotiation. In the end it came down to deals. Both remembered the hard way that as a rule you _never_ made deals with Quatre, you always come out worse off than when you started. First rule: Ignore the puppy face and for goodness sake do _not_ pay attention to the pout!

The pair received concession to return home the next/that afternoon, Sunday, to pack their things and explain the situation to their foster parents.

The amount of packing and explaining to their foster families was the least of their concerns. *How the hell are we going to explain this to our cats!!!! *

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Monday was another normal day at school, boring. Usagi had already eaten her lunch and was currently napping at her desk. The time was 9.30 am, just another nice normal day, on the surface at least.

Minako was sitting at her desk silently fuming at her brothers high handedness. You could almost see the smoke coming out her ears.

Makoto was trying to find out what was wrong with the two girls. Before Usagi had fallen asleep she had been in much the same mood as Minako, snarling at anyone who approached her.

Since her princess was doing an imitation of a chain saw, it left Makoto to try and find out what had happened through Minako - it wasn't working. She was flicking notes to Minako who would snatch them out of thin air, without looking. Then, without even looking at the note, Minako would pelt it back to the girl at super-speed, showing just why she was so good at volleyball. Makoto didn't even see them coming and as a result, a number of small red dots peppered her forehead.

Ami was also slightly distracted by her friends uncharacteristic behaviour of her friends, well not the not flicking, the lack of attention Minako and Makoto were showing or the fact that Usagi was already asleep, but the fact that neither of the blondes had not been late for school that morning. In fact both of them had been early, half an hour early, and arrived together, scowling and glaring at anybody who came near. Then they had both disappeared into the office for some reason, scowling even worse when they came out. As a rule both these were rare occurrences that _never_ happened on the same day.

Haruna-sensei was barely holding back on her urge to pelt the girls with a rapid fire of chalk dusters at the girls at a speed that would put some Youma to shame.

A bit over an hour later she was about ready to give in to that desire. It wasn't that Usagi was snoring loudly, that was normal, but when she started a litany of, "Baka, baka, baka, baka. 30 no baka - shine!" it was slightly more than a little irritating. It was even worse when Minako crossed her arms and began to nod her head emphatically with each muttered 'baka' and had an unsettling gleam in her usually cheerful gaze.

Haruna had to admit it was slightly better than her drooling all over her desk and muttering "Mamo-chan", though that hadstopped lately and had been briefly replaced with her crying in her sleep.

She had just picked up two chalk dusters and was about to take aim when the door to the room snapped open and the principal of the school walked in. After a rather rapid conversation with Haruna he left the room leaving the door open. Haruna cleared her throat to regain the students attention, "Class, class?" Of course it didn't quite work, they were more interested in gossip. "SHADDUP!!!!"

_That_ got their attention, "Thank you. Class we have five new students."

Minako's and Usagi's heads snapped up.

"You've _got_ to be kidding." They stated in unison, glaring at the doorway.

Makoto's gaze flickered between the two when they did that they looked so similar it was eerie. If she didn't know better, she'd say they were related. "Guys wassup?" she hissed while watching the doorway prepared for trouble.

Five boys walked in.

Makoto immediately began to drool. Usagi groaned and collapsed back in her desk, muttering about doing something anatomically impossible to '30' - whoever that was. Minako began repeatedly banging her head on her desk and the joined Usagi in threatening '30'.

Ami watched her friends, worried expression on her face. There reactions were _so_ out of character for them. Usually they would be joining Makoto and the rest of the girls in drooling over the new guys. Thinking of the new guys Ami looked up to see who was producing these effects in her friends and did a double take. She knew who they were.

"Please introduce yourselves."

"Heero Yui."

"Duo Maxwell, pleased ta meetcha!"

"Trowa Barton."

"Quatre Raberba Winner."

A murmur went through the class at that name, who hadn't heard of the Winners? Usagi and Minako both let out a resigned sigh.

"Chang Wufei."

Haruna looked at the boys, "find an empty seat, sit down and shut up... please. Usagi, stay awake or a weeks detention."

The Winner boy chuckled at that, Ami could have sworn he muttered "Same old Usa."

The boys spread out heading to various empty seats around the classroom. Quatre had spotted an empty seat towards the back of the room and was headed towards it. There was just one small detail he'd missed - he had to pass one pissed off Minako to get there. One minute he was walking towards his new desk, the next he was eyeball to eyeball with her, her hand fisted in the front of his uniform.

Mina glared fiercely into the eyes that were so similar to her own, "_You_ are _so_ going to get it _30_, you could have _warned_ us you know!"

Ami looked at Minako, horrified expression on her features. She was acting so strangely today, Ami was wondering if she had been replaced with an evil pod-person, and then reprimanded herself for watching too many B-rated Sci-fi movies with Usagi and the other girls.

Makoto scrambled for pen and paper and scribbled another hasty note to Minako before flicking it to her. Minako reached up and caught it, without looking, one hand still fisted in Quatre's school shirt. The blonde merely arched an eyebrow.

Giving up she opened it, sighing and letting go of Quatre's shirt - her conveying a threat of grievous bodily harm yet to come.

//Don't pick on the Bishies!!!!!! :( //

Rolling her eyes she quickly wrote a reply on the back of the note and shot it back to Makoto at super speed, smirking as she managed to, yet again, bean her on the forehead.

//I'll explain at lunch.//

The class was tenser than normal leading up until the lunch bell; most of the class was burning with curiosity about the new students. Umino was doing his best to get information on the new students from the messy, brown haired boy with the cold eyes that had sat down next to him. He wasn't getting anything except icy glares and the occasional death threat. That didn't faze Umino, he'd faced down Youma this guy couldn't be anywhere near as bad, he was giving it a good shot though.

Quatre spent a stress filled lesson waiting for the bell to ring, his imagination kept thinking up worse and worse scenarios of what his two slightly irritated sisters were going to do to him. The rest of the boys were merely bored, bored and little uncomfortable with the multitude of girls drooling over them.

Minako and Usagi _really_ wanted to turn and start pummeling Quatre in the middle of the classroom, they really did. But they held back on the urge, it would take too long to explain; besides they had promised Rashid.

Makoto had joined... no, was heading the pack of girls scoping out the guys. Ami, on the other hand, was content with the fact that she would find out what was going on at lunch, and if she didn't she'd just ply the two blondes with ice-cream until they told.

The bell rang, Quatre winced and tried to make a run for it.

The girls caught him on his way out of the room. Haruna-sensei gave them a startled look but held her peace, for the sake of her sanity.

Quatre found himself dragged bodily out of the classroom, down the steps, and was finally deposited - or should that be thrown, - under an oak tree.

Standing he held back a sigh as he spotted another, familiar blonde sister standing under the same tree with her lover. Sighing again, he set his shoulders and prepared for the worst his sisters could dish out.