Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ The Other Average Boy ( Chapter 12 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter 11

Do What You Must To Survive.

*Disclaimer: I don't own GW and I'm making no money, so get out of my hair. Would someone please tell me I can quit writing these stupid things. They are such a pain the rear-end!

Heero sat down at his desk with his calculus book in front of him as he studied for a quiz the next day.

His first day had run fairly smoothly, at least as much as it possibly could. He didn't get lost and he didn't collapse; however, several girls had hit on him thinking he was Huy and another guy he had never seen before ran up and started telling him about how great he was in the last scrimmage-of course he meant Huy though.

He also found that he had English with Etrea, and Miss Kiloah was just as insane as she let on the day before. The very first thing she did after the tardy bell was ask him to talk for five minutes about himself. He gave her a look that said 'you have got to be kidding,' but when she didn't back down, he filled the time with incredibly intelligent comments such as 'I eat, I sleep, I live in a dormitory,' and so on. Both Miss Kiloah and the class seemed to think that he was hillarious.

His physics teacher was a complete nut case, not as in the way the Miss Kiloah was, but obsessed insane. 'And you can get a nifty little multimeter to carry in your pocket at Electronics Etceteras. Now look at this electronic fish, the way the wiring is hooked up...' Well, at least he wasn't boring...yet. Heero was sure after he got used to the man, he would feel like giving him a swirlly.

His calculus teacher was fairly normal, when she wasn't insulting the science department and significant digits. That seemed to be an on-going argument between the two subjects. But she was also very strict and for some reason, everyone in Heero's class seemed terrified of her. Heero couldn't figure that one out, but then again, he had never been one to be intimidated by any person-or job for that matter.

He survived C++, but he wasn't sure if he'd have hair by the end of the semester. The teacher was a blithering idiot and Heero knew more than he did, but then again he wasn't exactly an amateur and had broken practically every computer privacy/hacker law known to man.

Drafting was boring beyond belief. All you did was draw boxes with a ruler, well, that was all he had done today and at his old school.

And gym, well...he hadn't collapsed. That was all that mattered.

Suddenly Huy flung open the door and stomped in. Heero kept his eyes glued to his book.

Finally, when he felt Huy glaring down at him from behind and hot breath on his neck, Heero looked up. "What is it?" he asked.

Huy's arms were folded across his chest and he was breathing heavily. "What's up?" he demanded.

"What do you mean?" Heero asked, genuinely confused.

"This morning in gym class. I realize that we don't know each other very well yet and I've no right to pry, but something is physically wrong with you and I'm guessing you playing basketball isn't helping whatever condition you have," Huy fumed.

"I'm fine," Heero said calmly.

"Yah whatever, and I'm sure that if you cut off your arm it would only be a flesh wound. Heero, have you seen a doctor?" Huy demanded. "I would have asked you this morning, but we had to go to class. WHAT IS UP?"

Heero sighed. Huy obviously wasn't going to leave him alone until he gave him an answer. "I'm a little malnourished, that's all. After a couple weeks of full meals and regular exercise, I'll be fine," Heero assured him.

Huy's mouth dropped open. Whatever he had expected to be wrong with Heero, that wasn't it. "Malnourished!" his voice cracked at the word. "How in the heck did you get malnourished?"

"I didn't get enough food," Heero said, his voice clearly saying 'how else you dope!'

"Ya, but..." Huy didn't seem to know how to phrase his question, but Heero already knew what it was.

"I've been living on colony AV-941. It's going, or already has gone for all I know, bankrupt, thus food and other necessities were really expensive," Heero explained.

"So you and your family just went without?" Huy seemed incredulous.

"I don't have a family, and neither did most of the people there. I was living on part-time minimum wage-I could barely afford an apartment, not to mention food. So I just had two meals a day instead of three and nothing on Saturdays and Sundays," Heero elaborated.

Huy's eyes widened and he shook his head. "How could you live like that?" he wondered aloud.

"You would be surprised what people can do if they must. Humans are survivors-you do what you must to survive," Heero told him. "But some don't survive even so," Heero added quietly-Zoram's face popped into his mind again.

Huy looked up at this, but decided it wiser to not say anything. He had sorely misjudged Heero. He had been expecting something like 'I'm breaking my marijuana addiction,' not malnutrition!

Heero was so quiet, reserved, and serious; he had assumed him suicidal and depressed-usually drug addictions went along with that. But he wasn't...there was something unique about Heero that he couldn't put his finger on. There was something encouraging. He wasn't what he seemed, that was for sure.

Huy wondered if he would ever know who and what Heero really was as he watched his roommate absorb himself in his calculus book.

'Do what you must to survive...' Heero had said. Well, Huy thought, he's a survivor and I'm not even sure if I want to know from what.

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A/N Thanks diamondgirl for your vote of confidence! And thanks for reading everyone!! I really hope that I can provide at least some amount of entertainment for you in this fic. Thank you for reading!

Toodles for now, Tygerlilee =^.^=