Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ Going Away... ( Chapter 4 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter Four

Going Away…

*Disclaimer: Sigh, I do not own GW or anything else for that matter.

Heero and Donny reached the school at their usual time. Heero had completely ditched his homework for some extra sleep; he wouldn't allow himself to collapse again.

The halls were somewhat emptier than usual, but they didn't worry about it-their stomachs were calling.

By the time the bell rang and Heero found his first period class mostly empty, he began to get worried. What was going on here?

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"Mrs. Lee, will you please send Heero Yuy down to the office at the end of class." the voice over the intercom stated rather than asked.

"Yes," was Heero's English teacher's curt reply, and then she continued to rant about some dead author that Heero didn't care about. He just didn't have the attention span for this right now.

When the bell rang, Heero made his way to the main office, where he was instructed to go into one of the back offices. He became slightly nervous when he noticed the nameplate said 'Maia Trident--Guidance Counselor.'

A woman in her late twenties with bouncy curls and large blue eyes was waiting for him as he entered the room. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked, a large smile plastered on her lips.

"You called for me. I'm Heero Yuy," Heero told her.

"OH! Of course! Heero sit down," she enthusiastically replied, motioning to a cushioned seat in front of her desk.

Heero sat and examined her facial features as she began to shuffle through several files on her desk, apparently looking for something.

"Oh, here it is," she smiled triumphantly up at Heero. He just gave her a half-smile. "Well, anyway-to the point. I have been reviewing all the students' main files. Don't leak this out or anything, but the founders have been trying to get us to empty out the schools a little bit. They want to fix up this dump, but they can't do that when it's inhabited, so I've been looking for ways to get you kids out of here-sending them to relatives, foster homes, etceteras," she smiled at him, apparently looking for some type of reaction.

She found none, so she continued. "Heero, according to your records, you have never been given an I.Q. test or any type of standardized exams. Your grades and past achievements indicate that you are a VERY intelligent student. I was wondering if you would agree to be tested. If you score high enough, you could be sent to a much better private school. Now, I know that you kids stereotype private schools as 'preppy,' but you could receive a much better education, and with your level of intelligence, I think that it would be a waste not to. What do you say?" she finished her spiel.

"I can't afford to go anywhere," Heero told her simply.

"But if you score high enough, you could get a scholarship and if you still needed to, you could go ahead and get a job near whatever school you go to," she explained.

"Alright. I'll be tested," Heero agreed. I didn't really matter anyway...it was only a test. What could it change anyway? Besides, he was happy where he was and didn't need a change. "Can I go back to class now?" he asked.

"Sure, let me write you a note." She pulled out a little pad and began to jot down Heero's tardy excuse. As she held it out to him, she asked "Heero, I heard about your collapse in gym yesterday. I was asking some of your teachers about you. They are all very concerned-falling asleep in class when you never have before, slacking off on your homework, the collapse. Now that I really look at you, you're awfully thin and pale. Are you eating and sleeping? You should see a doctor."

Heero took the note and looked at her directly in the eyes, "I can't afford to eat, and I can't afford to sleep, and I don't need a doctor. I'm fine."

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At lunch, Donny ran excitedly up to Heero. "Hey man, guess what?"

"I give up, what," Heero said, he was never one for guessing games.

"I know where everyone's been dis'pear 'in to! I'm go 'in too!" Donny spewed.

"Say it, don't spray it. Where are you going?" Heero asked. One night of extra rest evidently wasn't enough for him; he was about to nod off into his, er, whatever you want to call this stuff.

"There's a couple of old geezers who want to help the 'poor orphaned children of the war.' They're gonna be my foster parents 'til I graduate and find a descent job! 'Course I'll have to leave here…" he trailed off, his face taut with worry.

"You don't have to worry about leaving me or anyone else here. Everyone here will probably be shipped out too," Heero reassured him.

"Are you leaving too?" Donny asked as Zoram and Gadeth joined them at the table.

"Who's leaving where and when?" Zoram asked just previous to launching himself into 'Lunch' mode.

"Everyone's being sent to foster homes and such," Heero filled them in. "A counselor called me in today. She wants to test me to see if she can send me to a private school on scholarship."

"REALLY?" Donny asked, his eyes very round. "That's awesome Heero! You've always been a brain. You could really go somewhere."

Heero shrugged and turned back to his "food."

"It doesn't really matter to me, as long as I don't have to do anymore fighting," he said softly.

Donny nodded in understanding while Gadeth looked on with a very confused expression on his face. "Everyone's going where?" he asked.

Zoram choked on his food, noodles flying.

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