Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Bonds ❯ Inky Mouths and New Places... ( Chapter 17 )

Blood Bonds

By Tygerlilee

Chapter Seventeen

Inky Mouths and New Places

*Disclaimer: Nope, nothing's changed. I still don't own them, but I'll let you know if there are any new developments on that area.

"Huy, concentrate," Heero grumbled. Now he was *really* losing his patience.

"I am! I just can't figure out this stupid identity!"

"Here, let me help," Heero reached over for the paper to write down a hint. Normally he would force Huy to do it himself, but he had to study too and they had been at it for three hours now.

Huy grabbed the paper possessively. "I'll do it on my own, thank you very much!" And then he promptly bit down on the pen in his mouth.

He put the paper down and started to pull the pen out of his mouth when..."EWW!!"

Heero buried his face in his hands after observing Huy's now ink black mouth.

Fifteen minutes later...

"I'll get it! I swear that I will!"

"You've been working on that one problem for thirty minutes. This will be a timed test. If you haven't got it yet, then we need to go on. Think of this as a hypothetical exam."

Huy scrunched up his nose and handed over the paper. As Heero looked at the paper, Huy slouched in his seat and closed his eyes in his hands.

"Relax Huy."

"Relax? How can I relax!?! I'm going to fail...I can't do this Heero, I ca..."

"Yes you can and quit doing that. The only thing you are accomplishing is further demoralizing yourself," Heero interrupted.

"There's more on the line now though," Huy whispered.

Heero put the paper down and looked over at his friend. "What do you mean?"

"I went down to talk to the guidance councilors. They said that if I score high enough on my Lit. exam that they'll advance me to AP."

"I thought you didn't want another AP class. As I recall, you had a conniption fit when you found out that I had several in one semester," Heero reminded.

"Yeah, I know, but I think I'm really good at Lit., I mean, now that you've helped me a little bit. My teacher thinks I'm a really great writer too! I want to try something harder now, so if I do well on the exam, then they'll let me. And the scariest part is that for the first time in my life...I really care how I do. I want to get into that AP class. I've never wanted a good grade so much--ever!"

Heero gave a half smirk and turned to Huy's Pre Calculus notes, looking for more questions on identities. Huy seemed to need work in that area.

"Heero, do you remember that paper you revised for me about my family?"

"Yes."

"Well, I was just thinking about that. My teacher really liked that one. I thought it was my worst one, but life's funny that way...I got another letter from home. Yachi's really excited for Christmas because all of us will be together for the first time in a couple years. My sister went on some trip last year, and my brother was gone the year before-fighting in that blasted war. He nearly got killed..." Huy paused to look over at Heero. His eyes glazed over and he averted his gaze to his hands. There was something that had been bothering him for a while. "Heero, where are you going for Christmas?"

Heero shrugged without looking up.

"That's what I thought." Huy's voice was soft and thoughtful. "Heero, would you consider coming home with me?" he asked meekly.

Heero didn't even look up, but Huy could tell from the little upward motion of his shoulders that he was surprised. "It sounds like you'll have a full house. No, I'll just stay here..."

"It won't be any trouble at all. I've already cleared it with my parents. We just need to book the flight. Come on...you said you've never had a family. Haven't you ever wondered what a family is like? Come with me...I can't bear to think of you hear all by yourself for Christmas." Huy's voice was pleading and it was obvious that he'd given this a lot of thought.

Heero continued to stare down at the book, but without really looking, just staring of at a random wrinkle on his hand. "I can tell you won't take no for an answer." He sighed and slowly nodded his head in acquiescence.

Huy gnawed on his pencil, the thin piece of wood was slowly becoming thinner and thinner. He had never been so nervous in his life.

Crap...what was that dude's name!

Huy racked his brain, pulling and mashing it from every side trying to extract hidden knowledge. He tapped his temple with his eraser, trying to inspire thought.

"Five minutes..." the teacher informed his class.

Huy looked up, his panic stricken face staring in disbelief at the clock. He quickly filled in all the empty circles with straight b's as Heero had instructed him to do if he ran out of time. But this particular exam didn't really matter-it was history, and besides, tomorrow he would be flying home for Christmas.

In another room, not too far away, Heero was whizzing through his exams, only worrying about trick questions, not really thinking about the next day.

Heero opened his eyes and leaned over to look out the window. He could see the hatch of the colony open to admit the shuttle.

They were almost there.

He glanced over at the boy slouching beside him. Huy's head was resting on one shoulder, his mouth open-snoring softly.

Heero smiled inwardly at his carefree friend. He had never been like that-ever.

He sighed as the excessively cheerful flight attendant's voice over the intercom 'asked' them to buckle their seatbelts. Gently he elbowed Huy in the arm causing him to sit up suddenly.

"I'm up mom, I swear!!" he yelled, getting peculiar looks from his fellow passengers. He seemed to remember where he was because he then asked, "what's up?"

"We're landing," Heero explained.

"Oh," Huy gave and exaggerated sleepy nod.

Ten minutes later, the shuttle rolled to a stop in the port and Huy stood up into the isle, letting Heero get out in front of him. They walked down the narrow walkway and off the ramp.

As Heero entered the shuttle port building, a heavy weight lunged into him, nearly succeeding in knocking him down. He looked down to see a young Japanese girl with a very familiar grin, her arms securely latched around his waist.

"Huy, I'm so glad you're home," she giggled, her face buried even deeper into his stomach.

"That's nice to know, Yachi," Huy thanked her from behind Heero. He clearly found the entire scene hilarious.

"Huh?" Yachi asked as she peered around Heero to her brother. "Oh, you must be Heero!" She grinned toothily up at him. "Welcome!!" Yachi snuggled into his stomach and then released him, skipping happily to her brother to repeat the process.

Heero couldn't help but feel a tad warm and fuzzy inside. "I'm sorry about that, but I just couldn't hold her back. She has missed her brother terribly," a small good-natured Japanese woman interrupted his thoughts. She held out her hand, "I'm Huy's mother. Call me Mrs. Iwasato and I shoot you-that's my mother-in-law. I'm Ai."

"Heero Yuy, pleasure," Heero told her as he took her hand.

"Ug!! YAAAACHIIII!!! Must you be so slobbery!! And WHAT have you been EATING?!?! COTTON CANDY? I think you're gonna stick to my FACE!!" Huy laughed loudly as he attempted unsuccessfully to pry his over-zealous sister from his neck and face. "Man Heero, you got lucky with only a waist hug!" he grinned mischievously.

Yachi giggled and seemed to take that as a hint as she let go and launched herself at Heero. "YACHI!! Let go!!" Ai yelled in horror.

Huy burst out laughing as he watched his stoic friend survive the smothering kisses. "I just love little sisters. They're just so darn loveable!" Huy chortled.

Heero carefully pried the girl off with Ai's help. "Yachi, I told you not to do that!" she exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Oh, but they liked it," the girl giggled as she detached herself from her mother to grab one of Heero and Huy's hands in each of her small sticky ones.

The four of them found the baggage claim and then left the port to go home.

Two Japanese people, one in her late teens and a boy in his early twenties, scurried around a cheerful yellow kitchen, as another older man sat in a large armchair reading a newspaper.

The girl grabbed a tablecloth, spreading it over the table. The boy snatched a wet towel from the refrigerator door handle and flipped it into a tight roll, letting an end smack against the other's rear end-then took off running.

"TOSHI!! You giant poop head!! Come back here and fight like a man!!!" the victim screamed as she took off after her attacker.

Toshi laughed as the girl lunged at him. He leapt behind the couch. "Oh come on Gina! Don't be such a weenie!! Besides, I thought I was an idiotic perverted male-not a MA-AN," he joked, his voice cracking oddly as he ducked her punch and grabbed her ribs, tickling her momentarily.

"You are so dead!" she shrieked. The man in the chair continued to read his paper, apparently oblivious that his children attempting to murder each other.

"Nanny, nanny, boo-boo! You can't catch me!" Toshi chanted.

Suddenly Gina flew out from behind a chair, pouncing on her brother-pinning him to the floor. There was a loud crack when his head hit the hard tiled floor.

"Toshi, are you okay?" Gina gasped, immediately climbing off of him.

Toshi sat up Indian style and cradled the back of his skull, swaying forward and backwards. "Ouchy, ouchy! That *really* HURT!!"

"Sorry..."

"My foot you are! Crap man...oh that hurt..." Toshi muttered as he stood up slowly. "Oh, head rush..."

"Here, hold onto me," Gina told him, grabbing one of his arms.

"Thanks..." Toshi's voice trailed off weakly.

They stumbled to the living room couch where their father flipped a page of his newspaper.

Gina shot her father a nasty look and started to help Toshi onto the couch when he grabbed her and tickled mercilessly. "Toshi, you stupid retarded sneak!!" Gina's mood took a grand swing again.

"Retard? You're the redundant gullible one! I have a head of STEEL!!" Toshi gloated.

"Oh, so that's why you're so thick," Gina gritted as she attempted to tickle back, but it was a losing battle. He was a lot stronger than her, and his arms were longer.

"You shall never conquer! I am hands of fire, but buns of steel! Ra-ha-ha!!"

"Toshi, where in the HECK do you come up with that dumb stuff?" Gina asked, kicking him off her. Their legs were tangled together and they rolled off the couch into a crumpled mass of flesh, clothes, and pillows.

"I think that it was off a cereal box," Toshi revealed.

"No, that was..."

"We're back!!" Ai called from a back room.

"Oh crud," Gina and Toshi whispered simultaneously as they sat bolt upright and sprinted tipsily to the dining room to finish setting the table.

"Yup, and we've got two Huys!! But one is kinda grouchy," Yachi's childish voice rang out.

"Yachi!" Ai sounded horrified, not for the first or last time that evening.

"But he IS! He doesn't even talk or smile," Yachi whispered loudly.

"Neither does Dad," Toshi yelled from the dining room. A newspaper page flipped in the living room.

"Well, what's for diner?" Huy asked, striding into the kitchen and preceded to inspect the contents of the oven and two pots on the stove.

"Huy, don't even think about it!" his mother warned.

"Yah, and..." Gina stopped as she caught a glimpse of a boy standing in the doorway. Her jaw dropped slightly as she looked from Heero to Huy and back again. "Wow," she said softly.

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A/N Just your average, every day family...sigh...makes you feel all good inside doesn't it...ugg...someone shoot me if I start getting sappy, please, you'll be putting me out of my misery... Anyway, my box loves you [wink wink]!!

Thanks for reading!!

Toodles for now, Tygerlilee =^.^=