Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly agaric and the Big Bad Wolf ❯ Chapter 1

Author's notes:
I like a lot of different pairings, and I don't see the meaning in telling them in advance, because in my opinnion that might sometimes have a major spoiling effect on my often already fragile plots.
This is also the reason, why I won't give you warnings about things such as sad endings, madness, bad things happening or character deaths.

If you feel, you need to know your pairings, and certain things about the plot in advance, then please do not read my fics. They are not right for you.

I might mention the pairing though, if it is an obvious thing in the fic.

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise and Bandai. I make no money out of my writings.



What did it matter, if he could’t tie his shoelaces? He had long since abandoned his sneakers for ancle boots anyway- painfull to run in, completely unpractical, but definitely cool-looking.
And since he was the coolest kid around, and he was positively guffawing at anybody stupid enough to wear sneakers, kids had begun to abandon those in favor of... Boots.
Now nobody else could run either. So life was a bit easier for him. And, of course he had brandished a new rule to go with his boots as well: cool kids never run. They always stride everywhere with languid grace. Stupido’s run.
But hapiness was far from achieved.

He rubbed his tired eyes, leaving his cold fingertips to trail over the burning, slightly damp-feeling skin of his eyelids. Figures, that destiny could’t leave him alone. Just when the sneaker problem had finally been dealt with, a new problem had arisen to complicate his life.
What to do now?

In their school, he had the reputation of an unbeatable alfa-male. Not true of course, but as long as he kept ignoring everybody elses’ achievements and having his minions boast about his, everything was fine. Or rather, it had been, untill that faithfull Monday two weeks ago.

In the school had strutted the weirdest little kid he had ever seen.
He was skinny beyond belief, he had eyes that were too big for his face, and a wide, red mouth with permanenetly upturned corners.
He was wearing all black clothes, a colorless raincoat and a long, tattered looking braid. There was this weird mascot-kinda thing dangling from his red schoolbag. It seemed to be self-made from a toothpick and a piece of carpet knife blade, put together with glue. Nobody in their right mind could tell, what it was supposed to be.

At the sight of this kid he had decided ’weirdo’, and started to pass the kid by. Then this wierdo had somehow managed to drop his schoolbag. Maybe it just slid down his narrow shoulders on permanent bases? He didn’t know, but the bag was in his way, and so he had sort of automaticly bent down to pick it up.

A small hand appeared taking the bag from his hands. ”Thank you.” said a high, sweet voice and then the kiddo extended his left hand.

Dumbstruck, he had reached out his right hand, and the kid grabbed it with his left, by the wrist and pumped it. With a very serious expression on his face, he said: ” Donald Maxwell. Pleased to meet you.”

There was a momentary silence in the hallway. Then, with some snickering someone said: ”Solo’s got an admirer.”

That was the beginning of his downfall.


In the days to come, the kid would not leave him alone. Where ever Solo was, the kid would also soon appear. He was like the plague. He could not be gotten rid of.
A constant shadow on Solo’s heels he crept around the school, and Solo’s friends had never had so much fun. He would’t take a subtle hint. He would’t listen to a direct command. He was just always there, in his worn black clothes, and an air of patience around him.

Finally Solo had had to give in.
Since the kid would’t go away. He could at last try to make something cool out of him, Something he could afford to have running behind him without embarrassing himself completely.

First, he had tried to get the kid to wear something a bit more proper for someone in the company of the Great Solo Shepard.

”Look, Donald, this just won’t do! You gotta wear a proper coat, man, if you’re gonna hang around me. That raincoat thing’s just GOTTA go.”
The next day, Donald had appeared in school, wearing an old, two sizes too big jacket, which was red, with white polkadots.

If Solo was the type of guy to weep, he would have.

He had quickly stripped Donald of the coat and stuffed it in his bag. It almost didn’t fit, so he took out his schoolbooks , and made the boy carry those in his hand. He secretly decided to bury the coat somewhere, where it could never be found again.

He promised Donald, he would give the coat back the next day, and the boy seemed satisfied with that.

But he wasn’t nearly done. Snapping at ’Donald’ had begun to wear him down. It was so uncool, that it made him cringe.

”Donald is a stupid name. You need a new one. Christ, you don’t even look like a Donald! Which is a very good, thing, too...” He had giggled a little.
”Well, you could call me Donny.” the boy shrugged. ”My mom does.”

He had to think about it. Donny... Donny... It lacked a certain something.
Then, while he was scrunching his face, trying to think reaaally hard, the boy suddenly lit up, like the sun had broken out trough clouds.
”I know!” he breathed in exitement, ”Duo! You could call me Duo, Solo!” he looked happy like a baby.
Solo was not at all that pleased. Duo mirrored his own name in a twisted kind of way, and linked them with eachother a little too tight for Solo’s comfort. Solo & Duo. Together forever. He shuddered. But, as much as he loathed the mental images, that the new nickname brought, he had to admit, that it was kinda cool anyway. And besides, he didn’t have anything better in mind, so, slowly he nodded.
”Allright... Duo it is, then...” The boy went wild. He shouted in the exstasy of being accepted by his new role-model and idol, and threw himself forward hugging Solo so tightly, that he was momentarily devoid of breath.
”Don... Duo! Duo!!” he said, a little bit irritated, but still a bit pleased, while he was shoving the boy off.
”Don’t do that. Guys don’t hug eachother. Way uncool.”
”Oh...” said Duo, letting go, and standing there, a litle embarrassed. ”What may I do, then?” His eyes were huge.
”You, Duo, may do nothing. You don’t generally touch me, dude. Like, at all. ’Cause I’m the boss. But if I’m pleased with you, I might do something like this.” And he clapped the boy rather roughly between his shoulderblades.
There was a moment of quiet. Then the boy smiled, real warm and openhearted. ”Oh, I see.” he said, nodding sagely.
Solo shook his head. ”You are so clueless, Duo...”

Tbc