Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A new life ❯ Chapter seven: Making up ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: There will be no update next week. I am very sorry for that, the chapter Is ready, the problem is that I go to Barcelona with school. I leave this Saturday and I won't be back until seven days later so you'll have to wait an extra week for the next update. SORRY ABOUT THAT! Hope you're not mad! *Hides behind a chair* But hey! This chapter is a little longer than average and at least I normally update every week so that should make up for it, right? Right?

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SwomeSwan: The reason Duo isn't the best fighter is because he tried no to get involved in the street fights. Besides, in this chapter I say that Heero and Wufei are the better fighters in the orphanage. Thanx for your review. Here is the next chapter! Hope you're happy with it.

Cryearthstearsfalltou: Thank you for the review and the compliment. Here's the next chapter. Ja

Mimi: I like the idea of friendship too and besides, I'm way better at that than I am at writing romances. The sequel will involve love, but I'm not sure if that's going to be a Heero-Duo or a Duo-Hilde romance (tell me what you prefer). But that's the sequel, not this story. Here it's just building up a friendship.

Kitten: Duo tried not to get involved in street fights and Heero and Wufei are both good fighters too. That's the reason Duo might not sound all that well at it, but he really is if he has to be… Anyway, thanx for your review and here's the next chapter.

Sapphire angel: Don't give up hope! Just try and write something and if it sucks, just update it anyway. People will be able to help you become a better writer. It's fun! You should try!

A new life

Chapter seven: Making up

Duo groaned as he woke up by the sound of his alarm clock. Monday. He hated Mondays. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out of bed on Monday. He had been playing all weekend with his new toy and he'd already reached the eighth level of Tetris. One more to go and he'd won. He was really addicted to the game and he remembered sleeping late because of it. By the time he did go to sleep he was shivering. He had been cold. He was always cold.

Duo threw the blankets off him, but as he did so felt something strange. There was something wrong with the blankets. He glanced at them. There were three blankets? They only got two each so where did the third one come from. He glanced at Heero who had already finished making his bed and started heading downstairs for breakfast.

Duo glanced at his roommate's bed.

Heero had only one blanket. That must've been why he didn't wake up in the middle of the night because of the cold like he usually would. Heero must've seen how duo was shivering and decided to give him one of his blankets. But why? Duo didn't deserve it. So far he'd only gotten Heero into trouble. Duo shrugged and got dressed, deciding not to waist any time figuring out that silent boy. Then he started folding the third blanket. When he was done he put the blanket on Heero's bed, hoping the boy would understand his offer of gratitude.

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The last period of the Monday was gym.

"Alright, now." The teacher started as everybody had gathered. "Today we're going to play basketball."

Most of the children cheered. Basketball was the most popular sport in the orphanage. They even had a school team which won prizes every year.

"Okay, we'll make two teams and at the end of the class we'll see which one's the better. Wufei, Heero, you're team 1, Wufei chooses." The two boys stepped forward. "Trowa, Duo, you're team 2, Duo, you choose."

Duo groaned inwardly. Why couldn't he be teamed up with Heero? Out of those three, Heero was the best choice, but noooooo, someone had to team him up with that bastard Trowa. And above that, he had to pick his team members too.

Wufei chose of course one of his friends first. Now it was Duo's turn. He glanced around.

"I choose. . ."

Then he noticed a little blonde head. Quatre stood somewhere in the back, face towards the ground, probably waiting to be chosen last.

`Guess this is my chance to make up.'

"I choose Quatre."

The class gasped and they started whispering immediately. Who would want to choose the little clumsy boy to be on his team? Quatre looked up as he heard his name and glanced around curiously to see who had mentioned it.

Trowa obviously didn't agree with Duo. "There's now way that boy is going to be on MY team." He said. "It's bad enough that I have to put up with you, I'm not taking HIM too!"

Duo grinned, ignoring the distrusting look he saw Heero shooting his way. "It's my team and you're free to leave if you want to, I would never have chosen YOU anyway, I'll just pick someone else."

Trowa laughed as he put his hands on his hips. "Ha! You can't afford to miss me, choose someone else."

Duo's grin was replaced by an even angrier look now. "Basketball is a team sport and I want Quatre to be on MY team. If YOU have any problems with that, YOU leave."

Trowa blinked. No one ever dared to speak to him like that. Not even the teachers. He glared at the braided boy who was trying to make a fool out of him in front of everybody, but he couldn't think of a good reply fast enough. So he just dropped it as he saw the stares of the other children.

"Alright, Quatre, you're on Duo's and Trowa's team." The teacher butted in. "Go on." Hesitating Quatre walked over to the other boys, obviously not knowing how to behave. Duo sent a quick smile his way before he turned his attention back to the choosing.

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Class was over soon and Duo's team had won with 15 - 13. Quatre was no good in the game, but Duo didn't care. He had something to make up with the little boy. He had thrown the ball in his direction a few times, but the younger one completely screwed up, not knowing what to do. Trowa started yelling at the boy for making those mistakes but that only convinced duo even more to cheer for him. He kept telling the blonde one that next time he would do better. And he did get better. He even gave Duo the pass with which he scored the winning points.

Inside the dressing room Duo changed quickly. He could hardly wait to get back to his computer game to try and reach the next level.

When he reached the corridor that lead to his room, he heard a voice calling his name. He looked back and saw that Quatre was following him. He paused in his tracks to let Quatre catch up with him. The boy came straight to the point.

"Why did you choose me for your team?"

Duo had expected him to sound angry or hopeful, but he didn't he sounded more. . . Desperate. Desperate to get an answer, to find out the truth. To find out if this was just an other joke, an other way to get an opportunity to stab him in his back whenever he wouldn't look. The young boy's face betrayed all these feelings.

Duo tried to think of what to say to him but he figured the only right thing would be the truth.

"I-I'm no good at apologizing, but. . ." He paused a moment as he saw Quatre's eyes grow wide. Then he sighed, knowing he couldn't go back now. "What I said the other night wasn't fair. I guess I was just hoping I could make up just a little bit."

Duo looked at the younger boy who just blinked in confusion. Then he narrowed his eyes in distrust.

"Are you doing this because of something Heero said?"

"Heero?" Duo looked at the little one. He understood where this was going. An apology is only worth something if it's really meant. If you're forced to apologize by something or someone else, it has no meaning at all. "No, he has nothing to do with this."

"Really?" the boy asked hopeful

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for what happened. You were just trying to be nice."

A silence followed as neither of the boys knew what to say. Duo looked down to his feet, not knowing where else to look.

The silence was broken by one of Trowa's friends, Darryl, one half of the twin, who just walked by. He looked at the two boys and smirked. "Well, well, when did you two become such good friends?"

Duo looked up and glared at him. "When did your face become so ugly?" Then he smirked as the other boy looked stunned. "Oh, right, I forgot, you were born with it! Sorry, my bad!"

The boy growled softly but he didn't dare to take on Duo on his own. He'd managed to hit both Heero and Wufei and they were considered one of the best fighters in the orphanage so he could probably beat him to a bloody pulp too. He decided not to try his luck and walked away, glaring from a distance.

"Damn those kids," Duo muttered, "ain't worth nothing without their precious Trowa around to protect them like little babies."

Duo started moving on to his own room, followed by a stunned Quatre. "How do you do that?"

Duo blinked. "Huh? Do what?"

"You know, saying those remarks to make them go away."

"Learned it on the streets." They had reached Duo's room and he walked in. "You need to open your mouth once in awhile if you want to survive."

"The streets?" Quatre didn't understand what he was saying. Duo looked at him. He stood at the edge of the room, not sure if he was allowed to enter. So Duo invited him in with a nod from his head. He closed the door behind the youth and sat down on his bed as Quatre sat down on Heero's, waiting for an explanation.

`Why am I telling him this? It's dangerous if someone knows too much.'

It was bad enough that Heero had found out already, then why was he telling Quatre? Well, he'd spilled it already, might as well tell him all. Quatre didn't look like one to go around telling anyway. Of course you could never now for sure so he decided to be careful anyway.

"I've been in another orphanage before, but I ran away. I lived on the streets for four years before they brought me here."

"So that is why that lady wants to talk to you."

"What?"

"Oh," Quatre seemed ashamed he told him that, "I-I just see you and her entering a private room every Monday at four. I didn't mean to spy on you or something! I just. . . Saw."

Duo looked at him and smile weakly. "It's okay. That's Miss Noin, a social worker. She has to keep an eye on me to `keep me from running away again' or something."

"Are you gonna?" Quatre asked.

"What? Running away again?" Quatre nodded. "I don't think so."

"Why not? Didn't you have any friends out there?"

"Friends?" Duo smiled as he remembered all the good times he'd had with Solo and the others. "Yeah, I had friends. But that was all I had." He sighed as the good pictures were replaced by bad. "We went days without food or shelter, even in the winter. Snow or sun, rain or not, it didn't matter, every day was another fight for survival. We had no money, no food, no future."

"But you learned to stand up for yourself. I really wish I could do that sometimes. You know, like what you did with Trowa on the playfield. I would never dare to do that, especially not in front of so many people."

At that moment the door opened and Heero walked in.

"Oh, hey Heero." Quatre said as he got up from Heero's bed. But Heero shook his head to tell him he could sit down. He glanced at the scene and shot Duo a weird look. Then he saw the blanket Duo had folded and placed on his bed. He shot the braided boy another look, this time questioning him. Duo smiled weakly in order to thank the boy. Heero nodded and put his bag down. Then he walked over to the desk and started to do his homework.

Duo spoke up, ignoring Heero's presence now. "Having a big mouth isn't everything, you know. You can really hurt people with it and it'll only get you into trouble."

"At least you got Trowa to shut up."

Duo laughed. "You think he's gonna leave me alone now?"

"He's not?"

"No way! I hurt his precious pride and that in front of a whole class. He's sure to get back at me for that."

Quatre blinked. "But. . .aren't you afraid he's going to hurt you then or something?"

"Not really. That's what he wants, to get me scared. I'd say let him try."

"But he's got a lot of money and a great part of it went to the orphanage. All the teachers are behind him. He really has a lot of influence, he can get away with practically anything. And his friends would do anything for him. How are you planning to win against all of them."

"And money's all he's got," Duo reasoned, "so he's hiding behind it. It's the only reason he even has friends."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I can't see how anyone would like to hang around a spoiled kid like him otherwise. But he'll find the truth one day and then he'll be more miserable than he'd ever imagined."

"Maybe." The boys were silent for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly Quatre jumped up. "Oh no, it's almost four already. I have to go, I have to do some homework." He paused a moment as he looked at Duo who looked back. "Don't you have to go to that lady either?"

"Noin can wait."

Duo got up and followed Quatre to the door. The blonde one turned back once and smiled.

"Thank you, Duo."

"No, Quatre, thank YOU."

At that, Quatre ran off to his own room.

Duo turned around to see Heero staring at him, leaning against the desk, arms crossed, face wearing its usual scowl.

"You'd better be serious about Quatre or you'll be sorry."

"Don't worry, Hee-chan, He's okay."

"Hee-chan?"

Duo grinned broadly. "Yeah, a nickname. You like it?"

Heero narrowed his eyes. "No."

"Good, then that's what I'll call you from now on."

Heero glared at the youth but Duo just increased his smile and turned for the door. "Later Hee-chan!"

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