Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hijinks in Maths ❯ Hijinks in Maths ( Chapter 1 )

Hijinks in Maths

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, never will etc.

Warnings: Some bad language, excuse my foul mouth. A lot of rambling.

Pairings: Methinks eventual 1x2x1 or something.

//Duos thoughts//

((His imaginations/muse speech))

This was concocted when I was sitting in my music exam and finished after half an hour. [it's not a bad thing, there were only 2 questions.] But it was continued into my maths exam where I completely blanked at ordinary level questions and got tired of watching everyone around me writing something for the next hour and a half, so thus my story of boredom was born ^_^

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/Maths. I hate maths. Goddamn maths, why's it so fucking difficult? /

Duo chewed on his pen, watching as everybody around him scribbled furiously on their answer sheets.

/It's not my fault I fluked the entrance exam and got into honours. I warned them, but did they listen? No! Fucking maths/

The supervisor glanced suspiciously at the braided teen twitching in his seat two rows down from her and motioned for him to stop. Duo cringed, theatrically ducking his head on the table.

"Sorry miss."

Students around him glared angrily at the interruption. Duo glared back. Well, tried to.

/What do they care, they're gonna ace the test anyway. Bloody maths genius' / His eyes wandered around the room, landing on a familiar head of messy brown hair.

/Especially that guy/ He pulled a face at the oblivious teen. /Him with his perfect IQ and perfect posture and perfect ass/

Duo paused…and backtracked…/Perfect ass? I aint gay…/ He shifted in his seat, glancing back to the other boy

/But it is such a nice ass. So firm, all in tight denim - NO! Notgaynotgaynotgaynotgay think maths! Fucking maths, what could be harder than bloody maths?!/

(You're harder than bloody maths) a little voice squeaked in his head.

Duo involuntarily jumped in his seat, narrowing his eyes to where the voice in his head came from.

/Who're you?/

(Just another random voice in your head)

Duo shrugged. /Sounds good/ He paused for a moment /Hey! What you mean with that comment?/

The voice chuckled. (Look down)

Duo looked down, his face immediately flushing bright red.

"Shit. How did that happen?"

"Mr. Maxwell" a woman's voice hissed beside him. Duo looked up into the angry face of the supervisor. "Stop talking."

Behind her, cobalt eyes stared at Duo, a small smirk accompanying the glare. The voice in his head laughed.

(That's how it happened.)

/But I'm not gay/

The voice nodded sarcastically (I'm sure you're not one teensy bit gay)

/Exactly/

(Well I'll just sit here, quietly twiddling my thumbs… talking to myself…)

/My imagination has thumbs?/ A long drawn out groan answered him

(Yes Duo, imaginations have thumbs. As I was saying, I'll just quietly sit here twi- … talking to myself… about random things…… you do know he's on the swim team)

Duo glowered at the voice /and?/

(Oh, nothing. Just thinking how strong he must be. His upper body's all toned, softly rippling muscles everywhere…)

/Mathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmaths/

(…And he has to train in those tiny Speedos)

/MATHSMATHSMATHSALGEBRAALGEBRAMATHSMATHSMATHS/

(…and - OH MY GOD, HE'S LOOKING AT YOU!)

/Really?/

Duos head snapped in the direction of the other boy.

(Thought you said you weren't gay)

The braided teen scowled, and with all the eloquence and vocabulary of a maturing student, he mustered together a sentence to show his indignation.

/Fuck off/

(Ooh, touchy aren't we?)

"Alright, finish your papers and put the pencils down. Don't talk until I've collected each answer sheet and don't exchange answers until you are outside the door."

The supervisor moved through the rows at a leisurely pace, collecting the booklets from each person. Duo took the opportunity to casually look around the room.

(You're looking at him again)

/No I'm not/

(Yes you are)

/No, I'm not/

(Yes you are)

/No I'm not/

"Paper, Mr. Maxwell."

(Yes you are)

"Mr. Maxwell"

/No I'm not/

"Mr. Maxwell, I need your paper."

(Yes you are)

"MR. MAXWELL, GIVE ME YOUR PAPER NOW!"

Duo yelped, scattering the contents of his pencil-case on the floor as the woman pulled the answer sheet angrily off his desk from behind him.

(Yes you are)

The other teen leant over, picking the strewn objects off the floor and packed them back neatly into the pencil-case. He placed them on Duos table, smiling in a greeting.

"I'm Heero." He whispered

"………" Came Duos charming reply.

(Oh, you're a regular Casanova, you) He blinked.

"Duo. I'm Duo."

Heero smiled again and offered his hand

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Uh, likewise."

"Okay, you can go now. Put your chairs on the desk and enjoy your Christmas holidays."

The supervisor started sorting the sheets into order as the students piled out through the doors. Heero stood up.

"Do you walk home?"

Duo flushed and grinned, "Yeah, usually. But, emm, I don't know if I can right now."

Puzzlement crossed Heeros face. Duo discreetly crossed his legs and pulled his bag onto his lap, crouching over it for good measure.

"I mean, I like staying here for an hour or so, you know, just contemplating."

"Alright. Well, I'll see you over the holidays anyway. Enjoy your contemplation."

Duo put his head on the table as Heero walked out and sighed.

"Oh fuck." The room descended into silence for a whole minute.

"Mr. Maxwell, please leave.

"Yeah, just one minute." /Why do they make these school trousers so bloody small?/

"I'm leaving now and locking up regardless if you're in the room or not."

"Yeah, can I have one more minute please." /mathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmathsmaths/

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~Hour Later~

/I could get out through the windows/

(Not without breaking them)

/The door?/

(If you want to set off the alarm and be accused of breaking in)

/Fuck/

(My sentiments exactly)

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Alrighty then, what's the verdict? One chapter up, two more to go.