Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ Must...Pee... ( Chapter 14 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter Fourteen

Must...pee...

Disclaimer: It ain't mine...sob, sob...

"Once you've cut out the pieces, tape the sides together and fit it over your head like a breastplate. You can design your own swords and shields. In those days, everyone's sword and shield was unique. They carried symbols, engravings, and such which distinguished them from others. Often, the higher up on the social scale you were, the more elaborate they were. Be creative!" Miss Kiloah instructed everyone, talking rather loudly to be heard over the scraping of desks and chairs. Everyone was shoving them to the sides of the room to make space for drawing, cutting, and taping. After making their breastplates and swords and shields, they were going to have a mock battle, imitating a scene from The Tree Musketeers.

"Ow!! Watch what you're cutting Etrea!" Culver yelled after she 'accidentally' snipped at his hand.

"Well then keep your hand off of my card board!" she returned haughtily.

Heero sat Indian style and snipped out a large square and what looked like a cross with and extremely long end.

"Real creative arms, Heero," Etrea giggled at his handy work.

Heero looked up at her through his bangs and shrugged as he proceeded to cut out a scythe and machete.

"Very interesting Heero, but I believe I only said to cut out a sword and shield for your arms. But to each his own..." Miss Kiloah smiled down at him. Heero snorted.

"Everyone finished?" Miss Kiloah asked, looking around at everyone. "Good! If your cardboard had a red dot on the back then go to the left side of the room, you are the Musketeers' side. Everyone else is the opposing. You're on the right. Several of you should have names on the backs that tell if you have a main part. We went over the script the other day, if you will recall, so you should know your parts. Ready? Go!!" she yelled.

The room erupted into mass chaos. Most people laughed and playfully swatted at each other, others mock fought planting fake punches and such. Etrea was having a fine time with a handsome dark headed boy, giggling madly every time he made a mock stab at her and missed, hitting her shield. However, several people seemed to be taking this battle seriously and were actually fighting. Culver dived for Heero, brandishing his long, lop-sided chunk of cardboard. "LEAH!!" he yelled.

Wrong book you idiot, Heero thought to himself as he rolled out of the way easily.

"Draw you scurvy scum!!" he yelled, stabbing at the ground and bending his sword so that is was bent over, but that didn't dampen Culver's enthusiasm in the least as he dived for Heero again.

Heero stood up and shook his head.

Miss Kiloah was sitting cross-legged on her desk apparently thoroughly enjoying the scene. Indeed, she seemed to be very upset by the ringing of the bell.

As English was very unusual, the rest of the day paled in comparison until the football game that night when Huy got a bit overexcited...

"Oh, come on! That moron-what does he think he's doing!!" Huy yelled.

Everyone was getting excited, tempers were short, and all were jumping up and down. The two teams were about evenly matched.

"Chill Huy," Jimbo grabbed his shoulder and attempted to push the Japanese boy back into his seat.

"CHILL!! It's NOVEMBER in case you've forgotten! And, that moron...he just...I mean..." Huy stuttered.

"Feeling articulate today, are we?" Culver teased and Jimbo shook his head in amazement at Huy's amazing ability to jump from on subject to the next without missing a beat.

"When is Heero coming back with those drinks anyway? I'm FREEZING!" Culver whined, his English accent more pronounced then usual.

Jimbo shrugged. "Maybe he got lost. I'll go and find him. Culver, keep Huy down. I said down boy!!" Jimbo yelled as Huy started to stand on his seat to see better.

"GO, GO, RUN, YOU FAT LAZY HUNK OF FAAAA..."

Culver grabbed Huy's pant leg and yanked. Huy landed hard on his rear end and look up dumbly at Culver. "What was that for?"

Culver buried his face in his hands and sighed. Jimbo laughed and walked off to the concession stands in search of his stoic friend.

After climbing the stairs, and weaving through people, Jimbo found Heero in the front of a line being questioned by a pretty teenage girl at the cash register while their hot chocolate was laying on a back table. "So, do you play football at all, or just a spectator?" she asked, flipping her hair.

"Listen, just give me the drinks. I have to go." Heero did not look happy.

Jimbo couldn't help but snicker at the sight. An innocent girl attempting to flirt with a rock...hmmm. He couldn't decide if he should let it go on just to see the result, or rescue the girl. It was obvious which would be more fun, but that girl was clueless-she might get hurt...

"Heero, what happened? You get lost or something?" Jimbo inwardly sighed. Oh well, he might as well save to poor girl...

The girl looked up and smiled broadly at Jimbo. "Give me the drinks," Heero demanded irritably again.

The girl shrugged and handed them over, evidently giving up on him.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself," Jimbo teased as they walked back to their seats.

"Ya, about as much fun as watching wallpaper dry," Heero said flatly.

Jimbo burst out laughing.

"Man with drinks, comm'in through!" Jimbo shouted, clearing the way as the climbed over knees, bags, and various other objects, working steadily toward Huy and Culver, Heero trailing behind him.

Culver immediately jumped out of his seat to let them pass, grabbing a cup of hot chocolate. He gulped it down and then promptly shrieked, his mouth burning.

"Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon..." Huy chanted softly. "YAHHHHH.... NOOOOOO!!" he suddenly changed tone.

"Here's your hot chocolate and sprite," said Jimbo, handing it to Huy.

"Oh, thanks..." he said nonchalantly taking them from his friend and combining them into one cup. Culver wrinkled his nose.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, disgusted.

"Huh?" Huy said stupidly, having snapped temporarily out of his reverie. "Oh, it cools the hot chocolate down and puts a little spunk into it. Wanna try?" he offered, holding it out to Culver, who cringed. Huy took that as a no and returned his attention to the game, staring straight ahead, not blinking.

Huy stood outside the bathroom dancing around, his knees bent inward, waiting for the line to subside and his friends to get out of the stands. He had had about five too many hot chocolate/sprites and took a mad dash after the game to the bathroom-only to find a rather depressing line. He had left the guys in the dust and they were still making their way up.

"HEERO!!" Huy heard someone yell, and before he could even turn to see who it was, he felt himself lifted off the ground in very, very sweaty arms.

"Ug...my...bladder..." Huy gasped croakily.

He felt himself being placed back down. He massaged his throat and crossed his legs and look up to see a VERY LARGE boy in the remains of a football uniform. "Heero, I didn't think that I'd ever see YOU again!"

"No, you've made a mistake. I'm not..." the boy cut him off.

"Quit teasing me, you old thistle! I was wondering what happened to you. We'll have to switch addresses," the boy said excitedly.

Huy was beginning to panic. "No, you see, I'm not, HEERO!!" Huy took a running leap and hid behind Heero. "He's happy to see you Heero," Huy said, pointing from behind his body shield.

"Gadeth?" Heero halfway asked.

"What the...what is he? Your long lost twin?" the boy, apparently named Gadeth asked.

"No, and since you two have now found each other, I'm just going slip off," Huy said, running for an empty bathroom stall (he had heard a toilet flush...).

"Gadeth, shouldn't you be with the team? The game just ended," Heero commented.

"Yah, I know, but I kind of had to..." Gadeth was cut off.

"45, get your butt over here!!" a very angry voice yelled over in their direction.

"Oops," he said, looking over his shoulder. "I'd better get going before someone dismembers me. You got a piece of paper...then we can write or something..."

"Who was that guy!! I thought that he was going to squeeze the pee outta me!" Huy said, very panicked at the memory. "LITERALLY!!!"

They were walking back to their dorms, now that the game was over and Huy had emptied his bladder.

"He's an old friend from that last place I lived before here," Heero told him.

Huy nodded, understanding the full meaning of this, but the others didn't. Kumen hadn't joined them after the game because the coach wanted to give them all a good yelling at for losing, and Neas hadn't come at all-he was cramming for a test. "He's one biiiiiig guy," Jimbo commented, stating the obvious.

"Yah, no kidding. Now I know what it feels like to be hugged by a large sweaty football player. Sometimes I seriously consider getting plastic surgery! It's painful to look like you, Heero!" Huy shuddered. "Does he do that often?"

"No. He was just happy to see a familiar face. He's very self-conscious and pretty awkward around new places and people. I hope he's doing okay at his new school," Heero wondered aloud, his voice slightly tinted by concern.

"Well I hope so too, for that sake of all those poor souls who happen to resemble someone he once knew!!"

"Geesh Huy, aren't we feeling vindictive tonight," Culver observed sarcastically.

"Ya well, you don't look like Heero AND you didn't have to use the bathroom!" Huy defended.

"Well, he also didn't guzzle fifty gallons of liquid!" Jimbo jumped in.

"I did not drink FIFTY-I'll have you know-only five!!"

"Oh dear...we've damaged his pride..." Culver muttered.

"Shut up."

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A/N You like silly pointless chapter? Yes? No? I've already got another on the way...hehe...

Also, I want to apologize for the short chapters. School and work are insane right now and I really don't know how fast I can get these chapters out-updates will probably be few and far between during school, but will pick up a little during holidays (assuming I'm not working all the time!). If you would like me to e-mail you whenever I update, please say so in either your review or write me at tygerlilee84@hotmail.com.

I swear I do not have writer's block, I just simply don't have time to write. Please be patient, and again, I'm very sorry. Thank you for reading and I hope that you won't get annoyed and quit reading before I get to the end. I'm rather proud of this fic.

Toodles for now, Tygerlilee =^,^=