Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Oxfords ❯ Damn it ALL ( Chapter 2 )

Oxford's

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By:Dentelle_Noir

Warnings: YAOI. CLOSED MINDEDNESS, homophobics, and superficial parent bashing.

Discalimer: Don't own the Gundam boys. If I did, I would probably keep them in a box locked tightly under my bed and only let them out to play once in a while. So be glad I don't because you wouldn't get to see them as much. Because I'm mean. Sorry. I just love my Tro-baby so much… WHAAAAAA!!!

Author's Note: This is a re-post.The original was taken from the sight as was my original author's name when another story of mine was complained against. Use this as a warning. One complaint is all it takes and they kick you off right quick like!

BUT!!!!

It's also been added to in certain area's, some of the scenes taking on a different perspective. If you like dit the first time reading it, you may find you like the second better!

Chapter 2: Damn It All

"Are you all right?" a cold, almost callous voiced asked, seeming almost obligated to ask and apathetic to any answer given anyway. "Do you need a nurse?"

"No. But thanks anyway." Trowa answered between deep breaths in his confident baritone despite his internal struggle. But polished boots stayed, and seemed to recline against the wall across from his stall.

Heero was intrigued. Not a second ago the boy was in the stall puking, and now he spoke as if nothing had happened and was in complete control of the universe. The baritone was steady with an air of maturity and intelligence, while still cool to everything. He liked the boy's attitude already. "What happened?" A deep but quiet sigh followed and then a tense silence.

"I don't even know you." Heero started logically, "I don't believe anything you say could ruin your image, and I think those who spread rumors should to be shot. Personally, I'd love to be the one to do it. Now If you think I'd say something about you, you can say I was threatening shooting people, so just spit out whatever it was that has someone as controlled as you seem to be, vomiting."

Heero wasn't sure why he was speaking to him. Did he truthfully care? Any other time he would just walk out. Duo would be on the floor in giggles if he knew Heero willingly started a conversation, let alone with a stranger. Quatre'd be proud.

But he would never tell either of them. "Just don't tell my friends I'm going out of my way to speak to someone or I'll have to kill you."

A sharp chuckle came from the bathroom stall, "I was watching a guy down the hall. I didn't know it was a guy. I though it was a girl, but I wanted him... I really wanted him... I'm NOT a fag! And I wanted him... My dad's going to kill me. But I didn't know it was a guy! But then, how could I not!! Oh Fuck! I'm going to hell!"

Heero was dumbstruck.

"Shit, I shouldn't of said that..." Trowa instantly regretted saying anything. He didn't even know this person, just the cold voice, and perfectly polished jet black boots. Yet, here he was, pouring out his deepest thoughts... Oh damn it! Where was his rational sense today! First the goth, then the guy, now taking to feet!

After regaining his composure, Heero decided his choice of action. He knew if he let this guy to his own thoughts without any thing else in his head to ponder, save going to hell, he would never be happy. And anyway, he had a feeling since he first set eyes on the boy locked in the stall that something was going to happen. "Who's to say you're going anywhere? Which ever god you believe in is the same god that made homosexuals in the first place. If god had something against them, he wouldn't of made them. The books were written by mortal men. It's the meaning behind them that matters. Most holy books preach women as lower than dogs. Is that true today? All also preach some form of love. If you care about someone, it shouldn't matter what they are."

A few rattling breaths came from the stall, "I just saw the person. How could I care about him? I never even met him. It's not physically right, let alone morally..."

"If it was in fact a girl, you still wouldn't know if you cared anyway. As for physically, discrimination is discrimination. If all you're in a relationship for is sex, there are ways for men to sleep with each other." Heero's smirked a little, remembering him and Duo just a few nights ago, "You wouldn't be so worried about this little guy or girl thing if something about the guy didn't spark something inside of you." Heero started to stand, "If it was an honest mistake, then that's all it was. Don't get upset about it. But, listen. Re-think your view. Listen to yourself, not just what everyone else seems to say." With that, Heero walked out the door, leaving Trowa and the toilet alone to straighten things out. The poor boy had a lot to mull about, and leaning his burning head against the cool cement of the wall, that's exactly what Trowa did until the bell for third rang.

~*~

One captain readied to call out the next name. It was Trowa's last period, Gym. Here he found himself surrounded by his type of people, but again, he just couldn't feel at home. No one knew him, and unlike what he was used to, he was starting to understand why the people last to be called always felt so bad. Another of the captains scanned the line again, already starting prioritizing the slim picking's he'd choose when the heavy gym doors opened.

All eyes seemed to watch the boy walking in with awe and respect. His entire air was composed and controlled, his face clear with a stoic no-nonsense look and his slanted prussian eyes were piercing and calculating. it was the same all-knowing boy that had passed him the first time he saw the boy.

Almost immediately, both captains shouted at once, "Yuy!" but the captain who's turn it was to choose smirked triumphantly, silently gloating his victory as "Yuy" walked over silently, and his fierce eyes scanned the room. The opposing captain gave a sigh of defeat and called over a short scrawny kid with big glasses. Great first day. Just peachy.

Trowa noticed Yuy lock eyes with him, and raise an elegantly thin brow. Then, he leant towards the captain whispering.

After a blink, the captain turned his eyes to Trowa as well, "Hey new kid. You were top scorer on you old team?" all eyes were now on the intrigued banged newcomer. He had mentioned that to G this morning... How did this Yuy know?

He was being called over before he even finished his confirmation nod, and stood next to Yuy, eyebrow raised. "G told me about the new classmate in her first period this morning. Your look is unmistakable." The calm baritone of Yuy's voice froze the blood in Trowa's veins and his eyes widened. Shit.

He knew that voice. It was the boy he spoke to in the bathroom not twenty minutes ago.

He knew. Damn, he knew!

Trowa's heart pulsed so fast he thought it would explode, he had no idea what to say. But then... He shouldn't say anything at all, since he would recognize HIS voice, and then everyone in the school would know. He was so stupid, he never should have said anything! Perhaps if he didn't say a word, Yuy would never know any different. Damn! But he couldn't stay silent all year! Already from his lack of speech, and odd reaction, Yuy was lifting an eyebrow in intrigue.

"...Forgive me." Trowa's confident deep baritone finally answered slightly reluctantly.

Then it all fit into place.

The new boy was the same boy Heero had met earlier. A quick glance at his seemingly relaxed pose, yet tightened jaw proved his suspicions. But the boy still seemed to be confident and controlled, completely unfazed to any regular onlooker, despite the fact that he quite realized he knew his deep secret. Heero had known he'd like this guy.

"No, Forgive me. We've never met. My name is Heero Yuy. It's a pleasure." he extended his hand, hoping the new guy would realize earlier would never be spoken of again.

Relief broke over Trowa, but only the relaxing of his neck showed it. The least he could do to the boy who was kind enough to keep his secret was introduce himself. " Trowa. Trowa Barton." Heero nodded, and passed the ball that had made it's way to his hands to Trowa. Giving him the look that had better prove that what he had said was true.

And within seconds the first basket was swooshed and the friendship was cemented.

~*~

Waiting for the car to come, Trowa perched on a brick circular garden at the front of the school. The bell had rung almost an hour ago, and yet, here he was. But he knew his father, probably still sucking up to someone, trying to grease his way up. he was the epitome of the superficial. He was never happy with what he had. He always needed the new thing, never enjoying what he had. Everything was about looks and how people thought about you. All to get more attention. He was polished outside, but empty inside.

"Trowa? Still here?" G's voice came from behind as she hauled herself up into the spot his legs had just vacated for her, his feet now dangling off the side, grazing the oh-so-fascinating cement.

He was jolted out of his melancholy as a penny hit his side and bounced off his oxfords, landing on the ground. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He decided against the real topic running through his head, a certain blonde and male topic, and looked into her black rimmed eyes. "I met a guy in gym named Heero. Said he knew you."

All of a sudden, G grabbed her black trench coat, feigning a heart attack as she dramatically gasped for air. "YE GATZ!! THE SILENT WONDER HEERO SPOKE! And to the OTHER, NEW silent one, no less! Feel graced, Trowa. Feel very graced."

Trowa looked to the girl next to him appraisingly, he seemed to draw him in. He liked her, she was different, and seemed to be everything he was missing in his numerous other girlfriends. "G?" He asked looking deeply into her black rimmed eyes, but feeling slightly detached for some reason, "Would you go out with me sometime?"

She blinked comically a few times, then bit her bottom lip slightly. "Um.. Trowa...Sorry, but.. I'm ...taken." She wasn't sure if she should go on. He might not take it well.

After a second where Trowa starred past her thoughtfully, he focused on her again, a look of perplexity on his features she'd seen on Heero a long time before. "Hmm.. odd. You would think I'd be upset... I do like being with you a lot more than any other girl I've dated... Hm... But I really...don't care." He watched the fluffy clouds go by with a little smile on his face, "He's a very lucky guy."

Oh! Now she just couldn't leave it like that. He 'd feel betrayed if she didn't say it now.. "Um.. Trowa.. I don't have a boyfriend..." He looked at her with an inquiring gaze, "I, um... have a Girlfriend."

Trowa's eyes widened. Everyone he met! What was wrong with all these people! Was it in the water or something! Why did he ever like her anyway!

Trowa had frozen and went pale. G shook his limp arm, and his eyes snapping onto her worried features, wild with confusion and indecision. "Are you...okay?" She tested.

Trowa snapped back to the present. Christ, he was scarring her! He hadn't meant to space out like that. After he smiled and assured her he was fine, he looked down at the ground again.

He opened his lips lightly, still not sure if he even wanted to know, and asked, "Can I ask you something?" Her smile and nod pushed him forward. "Why did you want to be...I mean everyone thinks that it's...uh..." He had started off confidently enough, now he was stumbling like a fool over words. He didn't stumble over words. It wasn't him! Now here he was, blathering like an idiot!

"Trowa, listen," She put a reassuring hand on his, just like she had to Heero when this had happened to him after meeting Duo, "It's a common misconception that we choose. We don't. We can choose to follow our heart or we can live in denial of our true selves for the rest of our lives. You can't be happy that way."

"I'm not saying anything about ME." Trowa interjected, she was making it sound like she was talking to an in the closet gay. Which he wasn't. "I'M perfectly happy. And I've had tons of girlfriends. I'm not a fag."

The last part sent warning signals flashing in her brain. Not only was he probaly gay, he was afraid of it. Never a good combination. Oh Shit.

"Trowa," she had to let him see not everyone thought like he was told to, but he had to figure it out for himself, "What does your family think about homosexuals?"

~*~

The tunes on the most stylish station blasted through the entire car. He had made sure he got the best sound system in his mustang. He was a hot man, he needed a hot car. Although, he thought that his son Trowa would be a bit more enthusiastic. He was so moody all the time! Like he didn't care what he wore or what killer sound system they had.

He had been talking to his new work mates about that today, a David Maxwell and a something Chang. They had said something ridiculous like different values and priorities or something. But he knew what is was. This was just his way of rebelling. He pretended not to care, but of course, like all jocks like his son was, he bragged about the new gadgets to all his friends. He just didn't want his father to know. He was sure.

He turned the corner to see the school deserted. Oopps. He hadn't realized he was that late... He'd make it up to him by hitting a McDonalds on the way home. Trowa loved McDonalds. All kids did.

He spotted his wayward son perched on the other side of the weird garden thing. Driving in, his vision was cleared and his brow rose.

His son was talking to some girl dressed all in black. She had short pointy black hair, and wore a long shin length black-red skirt. Her face would've been pretty. Except for all the horribly dark makeup. And she was short. And chunky.

Why was his son talking to her? Lack of anyone else better, or perhaps she was stalking him?

He waited a second in the parking lot until he was noticed and his son slid off the bricks panther-like and lifted the girl down smoothly like a gentleman, her body landing close to his.

Trowa stepped back, starting towards the car, "I'll see you tomorrow." The girl took a few strides following behind, and Trowa's father took his thoughts back. Even with the make-up, she was actually quite pretty... In her own, dark, way...

She grabbed Trowa's hand, and on her tip-toes planted a smootch on Trowa's cheek before striding away, waving behind her casually, yelling "Ja!", whatever that meant. Then his son simply shook his head, rubbed some of the crimson war paint off his cheek and his father saw the smile on his lips.

Whoa, his son never smiled... Maybe this girl wasn't so bad after all.

If she was with his son for a bit, she could clean up. She'd probably look okay in some normal clothes... Well, his son was still smiling lightly when he entered the car, watching her retreating form. Well, if he was still smiling he might as well give her the benefit of the doubt... She could clean up.

"Who's that?" Trowa's father asked, snapping Trowa back to the speeding car and changing the smile to his usual impassive face.

"Her name is G. I sit beside her in two of my classes." He was waiting for it now. His father would say she was a freak. A loser. Weird. Don't hang with her. He was always like that about everything he didn't think was normal. He made Trowa play sports, bought him Old Navy and GAP no matter what he wanted. She wanted to know what his father thought about gay's, simple: unnatural Freaks.

"She's not the type you usually hang with...but, if you like her...then.. i'm sure she can clean up..." Now that was not the answer he had expected at all.

His father shone a bright, con-man smile to Trowa, "I thought since I was late, we'd get some McDonalds to make up!"

Well, one shining moment of understanding eclipsed by stupidity.

One would think that after 17 years, he'd figure out how much Trowa hated greasy take-out. Especially from there. At least they had salad.

~*~

This was now his first time in the cafeteria. He had to make a decision again. Scanning the room, he didn't see any familiar faces, but he did see a nice empty table by a window. There. Decision done. Whomever happened to spot him first, he would sit with. He liked G, but he was still a prep... It was in fate's hands.

"Hey, Trowa." Nick, the football guy, and his tray found it's way in front of him. "You found our table. Cool. You know some of the girls have been asking about you," He felt Nick's prodding elbow into his side, "Especially Sylvia. Man is she a looker. Lucky prick."

Before he noticed, the whole table was stuffed and he had Sylvia at his side, her fingers dancing across his lap. He was starting to flirt back with her, fate had decided he would be prep after all.

Then he saw a line of black pass by.

Dropping Sylvia's looks, he turned to see G take a table a few behind, followed by Heero, who was again watching him with those know-something eyes, and a Chinese boy with a tight raven ponytail with whips falling into his severe face. G locked eyes with him, and smiled, giving a little wave with, as Trowa was relieved to see, no hard feelings that he wasn't sitting with her. She understood.

Sylvia followed his line of vision, "A real weirdo, isn't she?" she brought up, trying to regain her sexy new toy's interest back to her.

But the cold glare he threw her way was not the interest she had wanted.

"Awfully shallow, aren't you?" he commented dryly as he grabbed his tray, and got up from the table. He glided like a cat through the crowd and climbed in next to Heero, who looked smugly back to Silvia.

"Sick of the dead air coming from the queen of the blonde Bimbos?" G quipped around the sandwich she clutched in her flaking black polished fingers. Yes, he liked her friendship and would not tolerate someone who'd put her down like that.

Fate had decided. Just it decided he would choose on his own.

The Chinese boy sipped at his Coke, and waited before looking to Heero, "Where is everyone?" Then Trowa noted that the end of the table they were at was uncharacteristically empty.

"You know Itchy, the science rat. Duo got suspended for turning it purple. He'll be back on Monday. The office didn't like his excuse that Itchy was a 'stylish' rat or that purple was 'all the rage'." Heero finished with a light smile on his face as G burst out into hearty laughter and the Chinese boy snorted.

"Sounds like something Maxwell would do. But where is Cat?"

G chuckled, "You know Cat. He always takes everything upon himself. He was trying to turn the rat back white because 'the other rats won't play with him!' so he didn't have time to practice for his show. The last I heard, peroxide was an option."

"Cat's going to worry himself sick over the rat, and his performance. I'll make sure Duo pays him back for this." Heero promised, then breathed in defeat of the absentee Duo Maxwell.

"This 'Cat' sounds like a nice guy." Trowa spoke his first words and the Chinese boy looked at him as if realizing he was actually paying attention for the first time.

"He would give you the shirt off his back and the shoes off his feet if you didn't like the damn colour of your own. He's the kindest boy you will ever meet without a selfish bone in his entire body." The Chinese boy gave the exoneration without a blink and in complete seriousness. "Your hair gives you away as Trowa. I am Chang Wufei."

"But we all call him Fei!" G quipped into the conversation. Surprising the urge to smirk at the angry look Fei was giving G, he turned and saw Heero starring right at him, again smirking like a fortune teller. Trowa was about to ask him just what eh was doing, nicely, despite wanting to tell him to screw off. but quickly, the blue eyed boy flicked his sight to the wall clack sitting innocently atop the lunch room doors. It was only a few more minutes before class and Trowa still had to go to his locker, and figure out where he was going. He refused to ask where his class was.

Nodding his farewell, he left the table.

~*~

With his black messenger bag slung at his side and his notebook in hand, Trowa maneuvered his way through the surprisingly empty halls. It surprised him even more to find his classroom black and locked. Looking down at his own watch he cursed. The clock in the cafeteria had been wrong, he still had a good twenty minutes left! Heero probably knew that too, the prick. Grr...

So he decided that he might as well find his way around the huge new school. He really hadn't seen much of it. And he'd rather get stuck in a broom closet than have to ask someone where to go.

The first few halls looked exactly like the ones before, lockers, a few non-distinct classrooms, an occasional water fountain. Nothing new. But when he turned down a small bridge between two halls, the walls exploded with colour.

Murals all the way down the hall, even some of the lockers had painted pictures. One classroom had huge dual doors that opened into a bright, windowed art room. Turning he saw the deep black door across had a small practice stage and around the door were murals of Shakespearian plays. A few steps closer to the end of the hall, and something caught his ear, making him strain to hear.

A low, almost sullen sound trickled to his ear. Edging closer past another drama room, he came to the end of the hall where pictures of instruments and notes covered the wall. The tune had stopped, and now a quicker more upbeat song started on the ghost violin. It's perfect melody tempted him further into the room, the song's familiarity haunting.

He had just learned this song on his flute before the move. It was a flute and violin duet. Trowa listened as the first flute part came then left and only the ghost violin was heard. Then a wrong move sent a shrill note into the air and Trowa involuntarily flinched. He heard the phantom player sigh wearily, and a few seconds later, the song started up again much slower, as if being re-learnt.

Trowa considered just staying at his place just inside the door and listening discreetly to the talented player, but as the music started again and began to gain momentum to it's original tunes, Trowa had to go in. He had to see who was playing so beautifully. The song was beautiful with only one side being given life by this player, perhaps with the other side, it could be more.

He took a few more steps in... And a flute from a case laying open on a shelf came to his fingers and unconsciously he twisted it together as his strides drew him closer to the player and the flute section grew nearer. The phantom musician was close. As Trowa turned the corner, he wet and parted his lips and came toe to toe with an angel.