Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Different ❯ Two Different Guys ( Chapter 1 )

Different

AN: This is my first fanfic here; mediaminer. Obviously, I don't own Gundam Wing. This is a fanfic, after all. Read and enjoy.

Chapter I: Two Different Guys

There were two different guys, who lived completely different from one another. Quatre Raberba Winner is a son of a billionaire while Trow Barton is a son of a famous criminal. Quatre grew up with servants to serve him while Trowa learned to do house chores at an early age of 4. Quatre is always jolly and have lots of friends while Trowa is the opposite. Both are famous because of their families. Both are juniors but they don't go to the same school. Quatre lived happily with his perfect life while Trowa lived sadly with his hard life. They have no idea that their lives are about to change this summer.

In Winner's Manor, the Winner family was eating breakfast. It's quite obvious that Mr. and Mrs. Winner were in a fight because they sat AWAAAAY from each other. Mr. Winner was reading the newspaper while Mrs. Winner was eating her breakfast quietly at the other end of their LOOOONG dinning table.

They've been fighting quite a lot these days. Quatre thought as he ate his breakfast quietly. Hmm…I wonder why. "Where's my sister?"

"I have no idea." Mr. Winner replied without taking his eyes off from the newspaper.

Mrs. Winner glared at her husband. "Are you telling me that you don't care where she might be or what she could be doing right now?"

Mr. Winner stopped reading the newspaper. He looked at his wife boringly and said. "I'm sure my secret agent will be there to protect her."

Mrs. Winner's glare got even more intense. "YOUR secret agent?"

Mr. and Mrs. Winner are glaring at each other now. Quatre, who got a bit confuse, looked back and forth at his parents. This is not what I expected to happen. Quatre thought and said. "I'm sure she'll be fine."

After hearing what Quatre said, both resumed on ignoring each other. Their fight is more serious than I thought. Quatre thought as he observed his parents. "Um… I want to take up art lessons this summer." Quatre tried to start a conversation again.

"Go ahead." Mr. Winner replied like how he replied to Quatre earlier.

"Do as you wish." Mrs. Winner replied after she swallowed her food.

"I'll take up art classes at Resa Highschool. That school became famous for their artistic students. Art classes will start at Monday next week." Quatre informed his parents.

"Okay." Mr. Winner said absent-mindedly.

"Fine with me." Mrs. Winner said after drinking her cup of coffee.

Meanwhile at the kitchen of the famous Zechs' Noodle House, a dishwasher was busy cleaning the dishes. (AN: Duh! That's the job.)

"Hey Trowa! Your duty time is over. It's my turn now." A new comer, dishwasher said.

The dishwasher named Trowa stopped washing. He took off his gloves and apron. He was about to open the backdoor and leave when a pair of arms hugged his waist and a chin landed on his right shoulder.

"Let go, Zechs." Trowa said to the guy, who hugged him from behind and is the owner of the Noodle House.

"Where do you think you're going?" Zechs asked Trowa, still not letting go.

"To see my grades at school." Trowa replied.

"I'm sure that can wait." Zechs whispered seductively and licked Trowa's earlobe.

"I can't." A cold and mean tone of voice said.

Zechs head turned sideward to see a guy, who was leaning on the wall with arms folded, glaring at him.

"Heero." Zechs recognized the guy and gave him a fake smile. "Oh, how I hate your timing!"

"Trowa and I will be going to school together." Heero stated as he pushed himself off the wall. He walked towards Zechs and Trowa. His arms were still folded and his eyes were still glaring at Zechs. "So are you going to let go of him or should I force you?"

"There isn't much of a choice." Zechs slowly removed his arms from Trowa's waist and whispered to Trowa's ear. "I will have you someday." Then he left the kitchen as Trowa and Heero left the noodle house.

A week later…

"NO! I will not take art lessons at Resa Highschool."

"Come on, Wufei. Don't be stubborn. It'll be fun." Quatre said as he dragged his bestfriend, Wufei, out of the limousine and towards the school.

While Quatre was busy dragging and convincing Wufei to have art lessons with him, a guy, who was running, bumped him. Quatre would have fallen if Wufei wasn't there to help him regain his balance.

"Thanks." Quatre thanked Wufei. (AN: Duh! Obvious.)

"You're welcome. Hey, stranger! Apologize to my friend." Wufei shouted to the guy, who still continued to run.

The guy only looked at them for a second. Then he ran inside the school gates.

"What a rude guy!" Quatre commented.

"Yeah. I bet he would apologize to you once he knows who you are." Wufei said.

"So are you going to take art lessons with me?" Quatre asked.

And so, the two bestfriends resumed what they were doing before the guy bumped Quatre.

TBC>>>>

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