Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Exploited ❯ Chapter 3! ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: All I have to say is this: I enjoy writing Quatre and Heero. Please review if ya' read

Warnings: None!

Summary: Milliardo meets boys , and more shocks!



Chapter 3

'Qwarthra' was definitely the little doll. He walked onto the bus last, holding a small light-brown purse, a light-brown handbag, lip-gloss, and a shy smile to fool Satan. Unfortunately, since he was Duo's friend, he was a freak.

"Ew! It's the Winner Whore!" the blonde girl said. The other kids of the bus dramatically scooted against the windows or one another to put distance between themselves and the small boy.

'Qwarthra' walked slowly forward, ears reddening, and stopped once he saw Milliardo sitting next to Duo. He held up a small hand, maybe to protest, and opened his mouth, but he wasn't used to getting his way. The yellow-sun strings of hair flounced once in anger and then died. He made his way to the last seat.

Finally, all the buzzing has stopped! Milliardo reached a hand for the boy and held it to stay him. "Is this your seat?" he asked.

"You can have it," 'Qwarthra' murmured. He pulled, but the other squeezed hard-amazingly hard- and Milliardo pulled him back, over his lap, smack dab in between Duo and himself. After that, the psychic pulled his hand away and cradled it. Bruises were beginning to show. The vision of the young 'Qwarthra' laughed at him. 'You should know it wasn't just a spur of a moment thing, then!' it seemed to say, 'He hasn't lost a bit of strength!'

"I'm so sorry! You scared me for a moment," came Qwarthra's fierce whisper.

"Don't worry, it's not that bad." Milliardo stretched his hands a bit and was glad to see his hand really wasn't that bad off. He glanced down at his two smaller, new companions. "Why do they call you the Winner Whore, Qwarthra?"

The boy blinked once, twice, and then smiled at Duo. He began to speak Bexan to him. When their little conversation was finished, he smiled at him. "I'm sorry, it is not Qwarthra. It's Quatre, Quatre Raberbra Winner, pleased to meet you. You must know his accent is a bit strong."

"Milliardo Peacecraft," the other greeted, "also pleased to meet you. You can speak Bexan? That's amazing."

Quatre modestly waved the compliment off with a blush, and Duo swatted the hand down to gush, "Qwarthra cansa speech, speak zevwen lang-ages," his accent even worse now that he has practiced his original language.

"I wish I can speak Bexan so you wouldn't have to try so hard. Why don't you just speak your regular and Quatre can translate." But Milliardo smiled softly at this and spoke gently to Quatre, "But that would be rather imposing of me, right?"

"Oh! It wouldn't be a problem at all!" Quatre shyly ducked under his bangs. Milliardo knew that Quatre knew that the taller blond wanted to tease him, and that made him even more bashful.

Despite that agreement, Duo shook his head. "Engswilish isa u-ni-verzial lang-age. Itsa importat, important twos, to learn it." The violet-eyed boy blushed as Quatre stroked his arm.

"That's noble of you Duo," he said.

"It really is," Milliardo added. They are so cute!

A comfortable silence followed. Milliardo realized then-

"Oh yes, almost forgot. Quatre, why do they call you the Winner Whore, and how come you're so strong?"

Instead of Quatre, Duo answered, "That'sa becuzzzz he hasa twetty-twenty, twenty-neen hawf-sistaz. But, seriouzuly, itsa becuzzzz of tha' Da. He haza affars- affairzes left und right!"

"Affairs?"

"But dad had to pay for all the babies. And still he has to pay for them. I-I work in one of his underground fight clubs. Because I was actually born from mama, dad's wife, who's from Venus, I guess I came out a bit different than my sisters." Quatre sadly eyed his fists. "I don't like to fight that much."

"It's good that you are helping your sisters out, though," Milliardo whispered.

"Mama died when she gave birth to me. Was it because I was too strong? That's what dad says." Tears ran down Quatre's cheeks and he began to sniffle. "I'm sorry, getting so worked up with a complete stranger, isn't that funny?"

Mr. Biceps, with his perfect timing, came a seat away from them again. "What's funny, whore, is that you're such a big baby, but I bet you're going to go home sucking dick just like your Mo-"

Quatre nor Duo had even seen Milliardo move, yet, he had Mr. Biceps up against to the ceiling of the bus, one hand holding his head up but not yet squeezing.

"You're starting to annoy me," Milliardo growled. "It will behoove you to shut the fuck up for the rest of the bus ride." None of these idiots knew what these boys went through; none of them knew them, period! That made his blood boil moreso than any punishment from Treize- well, that wasn't a true comparison since Treize only made him mad for a short second before beating the crap out of him, and he then would just feel immense regret. "I bet you don't even know," he rambled on, "that Duo got his wounds from fighting a monster that ate his friend, do you? And Quatre's can fight his way through any man that want his fucking service! You better just keep your mouth shut in my presence, you got it?"

One would wonder where in the hell the ancestors of the Peacecrafts made up the name. Sure, they strove for peace, but sure as hell not in the craftiest way one would imagine.

He set Mr. Biceps on his feet, and the captain fell to his knees. "You monster! Wait until I tell my dad on you!" the boy cried, and quickly sucked in his lips as he realized he had spoken again, and winced as Milliardo picked up his leg, only to sit down. The captain, a bit wobbly, made it back to his seat.

Milliardo expected the shocked looks on Quatre and Duo, and relayed his whole psychic ability, the dreams he had, pointedly omitted what happened to him after the dreams, and the buzzing.

"But believe you me, it wasn't just because I kind of knew who you two were that I'm sitting with you. I'd rather sit with a bag of scorpions than any of those kids," Milliardo said confidently. "Plus, you guys are beautiful." He added a wink for effect.

Quatre looked like he was about to say something, while Duo blushed, and both refrained not to say anything at all. The rest of the ride was smooth sailing.

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Escala tors and transporters. Now, sometimes in big schools elevators were necessary, but escalators and transporters? By looking at the map, the buses dropped the kids off at the eastern end of the school. From there, you would enter K hallway, one of the longest corridors that housed the gym- that had a freaking pool- and the cafeteria, set with thirty different eateries from the ancient Italian to ancient Chinese. Milliardo's first class was AP-Calculus, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in B hallway, on the northern end. One would guess the transporters were there for good reason!

"What other classes do you have?" Quatre had asked him before they set off their separate ways. "I have orchestra first, and Duo has physical education."

"Yousa only perzon to not zay P.E." Duo mumbled, looking over Milliardo's schedule. His face lit up. "Miwialliardo hasa zecund period wit moi! I bets yousa can help me wit Engswilish, ya?"

Milliarod's own face brightened with a flush. "But you're a junior! How could you be in my English class?"

"Becuz I'msa AP-Engswilish, ya! It'sa just moi ack- accent that butcherzzzz evweything," Duo beamed proudly. "I write purty well. Ah! Gwureat! We all have twird period Chemwistwy toget-tur. Now, itsa one big par-tay."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Milliardo asked, finding on the other two schedules that they also spent fourth period Government together, he was alone in fifth period study of foreign language, and he was yet again a triad with Duo and Quatre in sixth period AP-P.E.

What the hell was advanced P.E.? His other school didn't have it.

"That means we have lunch together. First lunch!" Quatre cheered, smiling, and stuffed his schedule in his bag. "Well, I gotta go to J hall, so see you in third."

Milliardo and Duo waved, and the former boy went to one of the nearby teleporters, blessedly not in use. He waved to the long-haired (whom he failed to notice had his hair down all the way to his ankles!) boy. Pressing the 'Go' button, he stared at a huge B sign as the rest of his particles made their way through the machine. Blinking a few times, he gained control of himself to walk to class 4.

His ears began to buzz. Milliardo pressed faster. Before the door could slide open after his key slid through the scanner, the door opened to the Bexan assassin. His ears popped with the sudden realization. The Bexan pulled him in, where he stumbled into the empty room.

"Sorry, I just thought it was weird that someone would come into the room before the bells rang, but you're just the no-show," the boy droned, voice exceedingly flat, eyes deep. He calmly walked to a desk as if he had done nothing out of the ordinary.

Milliardo decided to introduce himself. "I'm-"

"Milliardo Peacecraft, the no-show." Heero looked down at his notepad and began to doodle on it. He held up his drawing. "You know this boy? You smell like him."

It was a immaculate sketch of Duo, with flourished shading to add to his beauty.

"I take the bus with him...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Milliardo voiced smoothly.

"I didn't give it to you," said the Bexan just as easily. "But it's Heero Yuy. Now, I want you to answer a question of mine honestly." Whether this was heartfelt or not, Heero used the same tone of voice. "How come you weren't surprised when I pushed you into this room and gave you a half-assed excuse?"

Again, after sitting down, Milliardo told another of his visions, left out his mania, and the buzzing.

"So, my guess-" the bells rang a jolly little tune, "is that the prisoner is Trowa Barton. You'll see him in lunch today. Come here before the village of idiots come to class."

The blonde, albeit uneasily, followed the mandate, surprised when Heero began to sniff him. "Since you're not like the others, you must have sat with Quatre and Duo, correct?"

"Right, but.. Do you like Duo or something?"

"If I remember a name, I do like him. If I don't, you're either an enemy or someone useless, but that's not why I sniffed you. It's because you smell like someone that I remember." Heero began drawing again, not bothering to elaborate. He stopped. "It'd be nice to go out with Duo, though."

"I agree." Heero shot him a heart-stopping glare and Milliardo rectified his comment. "But you have have been here much longer than I have, and I have other interests!"

"Quatre?" the boy replied with a relaxed, easier-to-deal with, demeanor.

"He'd be nice, too, but no."

"Treize?"

Milliardo sighed. "It's hard to explain with him...but he is interes- Wait! You know Treize?"

Heero barked out a laugh, rubbing his chin, eyes alight with astonishing amusement. "So, you have interest in Treize. You know me, Duo, and Quatre.... You're going to know Trowa- Let me see your schedule," he ordered abruptly, and Milliardo gave it to him. Heero started to laugh again. "We all have fucking P.E. together..."

Milliardo, confused by all means, stared slack-jawed. "What's so funny?"

Heero shook his head just as the door hummed open. A group of girls shuffled in giggly and bringing the smell of rank perfume into the room. "I'm not going to tell you, yet." Then he growled out something in Bexan that sounded sincerely ominous. "Remember that. If you have any classes with Duo, tell him that first and foremost. I'll know if you didn't."

Even Milliardo was sure of that. He chose not to interrogate the boy and took out his Calculus books and wondered what the hell was so damn funny.

Then he remembered Trowa's vision. What kind of boy would come from a trauma like that? Almost simultaneously, Heero warned, "Don't you say a fucking thing about those dreams to Trowa. Quatre would've thought the chained one was him if you had mentioned Treize, too."

Milliardo flipped idly through his book as the rest of the room began to fill up with students. "I'm guessing not all is right upstairs with Trowa," he muttered.

"Holy shit, Milliardo Peacecraft," Heero said in his usual monotonous tone, "you have no idea. Thank goodness Treize was there, but sometimes I think Trowa would have been happier if he was left dead."

The teacher came in and class started. School was going to be a lot more exciting than Milliardo thought it could ever be.