Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ leader of the pack ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing, but a girl can dream.

Warnings: Yaoi!!!!!!!!!! So if the idea of two guys snogging is too much, run, run while you can!

A/N: sorry, sorry, and sorry!! I know it's been a long wait for this part but I've been at uni and my computer there is crap and wouldn't let me log into fanfiction.net, boo hoo poor me (muse plays a tiny violin in the corner) so here's chapter three again sorry if it seems a bit rough I kinda lost my concentration with this one.

The next day was pure hell for Trowa; the minutes seemed like hours, hours until he could see Quatre again. No-one had ever affected him like this boy. Sure he had messed around with people before, but never had someone invaded his thoughts the way the blond boy had. Now here he was sitting in the back of the biology class, his eyes switching between the clock and the window, wondering if anyone would notice if he jumped out of it and ran.

To everyone else in the class he appeared the same, cool and aloof, only his close friends noticed a tension in him. Beside him, leaning back in his chair his feet propped up on the table was Duo, "so Trowa, heard you hooked up with lover boy last night." Trowa turned his glare on him, "What? Hilde tells me everything. Sooo, where are you gonna take him?"

"Do you really think I would tell you, so you can stalk us all night?" was the distracted reply as Trowa turned his attention back to the clock and resumed his count down.

"well I'm gonna find out any way. Hey Hee-babe wanna go lovebird hunting tonight? We could make a real sport of it and…"

"Mr Maxwell since you seem to all ready know this can you tell me which enzyme is used to break down starch?" the teacher's expression was one of smug self-assurance, confident that the boy would not know. Bad luck.

"Why of course, it's obviously amylase." Duo said all this with a perfectly innocent face, except for his grin which seemed to say 'you can't beat me'. The teacher mumbled "well..um..yes.." and turned back to the board. Hero looked at his boyfriend with pride while Wufei just rolled his eyes, again.

BRRRRRRRING!!!!

Trowa had never moved so fast in his life, he was out the door before the bell had even finished its last 'ting'. A cloud of dust was the only trace of his bike as he raced to the other side of town.

Quatre hadn't faired much better; his stomach was twisting so much there were a couple of times when he thought he may have to excuse himself from class. Not only was he excited about seeing Trowa again, doubts had started to creep in. Maybe his sixth sense thingy was wrong about Trowa, why was Trowa even interested in him? Was it just some joke? Would he be left waiting at the school gates while Trowa was off laughing about him with his gang? All these doubt disappeared as though they had never been as he walked down the front steps and saw the tall youth leaning against his bike arms crossed, sunglasses on, and looking very cool and aloof. His whole manner changed when he noticed Quatre, it wasn't just seeing him, it was as though Trowa could feel the blonde's presence.

All the other students fell silent as they become aware of who was at their school, murmurings and shocked gasps started when sweet little Quatre approached the bike and proceeded to sit behind the gang leader and mould himself to his back. Well the gossip and rumour mills would be working over time tonight.

Trowa smiled at the blonde over his shoulder and was greeted with one in response. Quatre's smile faltered as he saw who was coming towards them, Trowa followed his line of sight to see five large jocks making their way over.

"Hey Barton! What are you doin coming onto our turf" Quatre cringed; it was Mike, captain of the football team.

"Yeh, you're crusin for a brusin" another one.

"What are you, rebel without a clue?" Trowa's face was clear of expression but his voice held a smirk, Quatre had to stifle a snort as the five lumps of meat realised they had just been insulted.

"Hey!" one of them raised his fist. Quatre's arms tightened around Trowa's waist, at that moment Trowa felt a growing need to protect the blonde.

"Do you really want to go through with this? Cos you know I'll just knock you to the ground again." Mike's eyes hardened into a glare which he directed at Quatre. Quatre looked him straight back inn the eye not backing down. Seeing this Trowa added "and if you touch him …" panic and fear filled the boys' eyes at the unfinished threat and they all took a step back. Excited voices filled the air as the bike roared off down the road.

The conversation was stilted as the two waited for their food to be brought over, both wanted to know everything about the other, but neither knew how to start. "Hey Trowa, what a surprise seeing you in here" Duo's voice was full of insincerity, grinning like a lunatic he slid into the booth followed by Heero and Wufei, so Quatre was pushed up next to Trowa, a very angry Trowa who was glaring daggers at a certain longhaired boy. "Heero try and keep him under control." A shrug was his answer.

"Aww Trowa we all know that Heero only answers to me," Duo looked at Heero's stony glower, "I'm gonna pay for that aren't I?" Duo asked sheepishly. Heero nodded his head once, Duo's impish face lit up "oh good" and hopped onto the blue eyed boys lap. Wufei rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as the two of them proceeded to try and devour each other. They broke apart when the food arrived, Duo breathing heavily, Heero looking smug, Quatre looking slightly shocked.

"Can I get you boys anything else?" the red haired waitress asked.

"No they were just…"

"Three more plate of French fries please, a coca cola and a cherry coke" Duo interrupted.

"A coke thanks" Wufei responded.

"Sure thing hon, I'll be right back."

"So are you ever gonna introduce us Tro? You have the social skills of a rock" Duo said as he stole a French fry off Trowa's plate. The green eyed boy gave him a hard look before resigning with a sigh. "Quatre this is Heero, Wufei and Duo. Heero, Wufei, Duo this is Quatre." Quatre politely extended his hand which Duo grabbed a pumped up and down enthusiastically "nice ta meet ya Cat!" the waitress brought over the rest of their orders. Duo took a long sip of his drink, "best damn cherry coke in the country" he said smacking his lips. "How do you make a cherry coke?" Quatre spoke up gently.

"Well they add cherry syrup to normal coke, but the secret here is that they add a touch of cinnamon, here try some" Duo moved the glass towards the blond. Everyone was watching him, Quatre felt like he was taking some sort of test, he took a sip of the concoction; "wow" was all he could say. Duo nodded knowingly "That was my reaction the first time. So Cat how long have you been here?"

"I moved here a couple of months ago to live with my sister Iria"

Wufei spoke up "Is that Iria Winner?" Quatre nodded. "She's a good woman I have a lot of respect for her". Duo pretended to choke "my God, I think hell just froze over Wufei has 'respect for a woman'"

Soon the five of them were discussing music, films and life in general. Trowa, comfortable with his arm around the Quatre's shoulders the blond pressed up against his side, smiled as Quatre and Heero got into an in-depth talk about Heero's bike. Duo caught Trowa's eye and gave him a sly wink, 'thank you' Trowa mouthed to him. After his initial annoyance he was now truly grateful for his friends' presence.

"So Cat what's your grounds for being in this group?" Duo directed his attention onto the blonde. Trowa smiled at the look of confusion on Quatre's face "what do you mean?"

"Well you see you are privileged to be sat among the outcasts of the town, explain it guys" Duo looked towards Heero.

"I'm part Japanese, so after past events not everyone is pleased to see me." Though he remained expressionless Quatre could pick up a hint of bitterness from the young man.

Wufei was the next to speak up, "as far as everyone here is concerned I'm just a 'chinky immigrant' even though I was born in America, I'm more of a native than most of the population of this town" this was spoken with more feeling but was still very composed.

Quatre looked at Trowa who was next in line "Latino" was all he said as their gazes locked, in those few seconds Quatre felt as though he had been allowed to see all of Trowa. The moment was broken by the crash of a plate shattering in the kitchen. The two of them shared a small smile.

"So Duo what's your misdemeanour" Quatre asked in good humour

"Well Cat my man, in this town I am the anti-Christ." Duo's grin was amiable but there was a dangerous gleam in his eye. "Turns out that to be a good citizen you have to be a clone of everyone else. The people of this town are complete hypocrites, they label us as dangerous and troublemaking, but behind their neat lawns and regulation haircuts they're a bunch of drunks and wife-beaters who are likely to end up killing someone, they're the dangerous ones." Duo's speech was followed by a reflective silence. Looking around Quatre knew he had found his soul mates, a group of individuals with whom he could be himself and not fear rejection, for the first time in months a true unbridled smile came to light and grew as he felt Trowa squeeze his hand. "Well I guess I'll fit in fine. My sin is that I'm not the best football player, I prefer music and art, not exactly the American ideal of how a young man should be" Quatre was met with nods and smiles; they knew he understood them, and them him. Trowa leaned closer and put his mouth to Quatre's ear, "you are perfect the way you are, never change" he whispered. Quatre closed his eyes, "thank you" he whispered in return.

"Well Cat, welcome to this most exclusive of clubs" Trowa had to admire Duo's timing and the way he could bring people together. The group sounded their agreement and approval. Soon the conversation and laughter was flowing again. Though it was not said out loud, each young man at that table felt as though the gang was complete, that they had been together forever, that they wouldn't want to be anywhere else at this perfect moment.