Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuaire ❯ Sacrosanct Guardian ( Chapter 2 )

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"Sacrosanct Guardian"

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Students closed and slammed their lockers, their loud chatter filling the crammed hall of the school. Quatre pushed his way through the conversing pupils, rushing to his locker for his notebook for first hour class. Frantically, he turned his head left and right, making sure there were no signs of Ian McNeil, whatsoever. He knew that the upperclassmen would not forget the events that took place that previous day, so Quatre decided that it'd be best if he avoided him for a while; exactly how long was undetermined.

After gathering his supplies for class, Quatre attempted his best to blend in with the student body. He was keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of Ian- or his two friends. It was useless looking for Trowa. The silent boy usually kept himself hidden until second hour, which Quatre had with him.

With assurance from himself that the halls were clear of the bully and his friends, Quatre quickly darted to class.

***

As usual, first hour passed as if it would never end. Almost paranoid, Quatre peeked out both ways as he exit his class when the bell rang, like he was crossing a street. When he saw the many familiar-yet-unfamiliar faces of the student body, he forced his way into the traffic and blended in neatly as he strolled his way onto second hour. Finally, he would see Trowa, leaning against the front of the door of second hour, seeming to be waiting for the blonde.

He didn't see him there this time, of course. Puzzled, he almost ran into the classroom, looking for him. He looked to the back of the class in the far left corner, where he and Trowa usually sat. Relieved, he saw the tall brunette sitting at his usual desk. What made the appearance different was that someone was sitting in Quatre's seat, his back to the front door. The stranger wore the school uniform and had his short, onyx hair pulled back tightly into a small ponytail behind him.

"Excuse me," Quatre began as he approached Trowa and the stranger, "but you're in my-"

Trowa looked up at the approaching Quatre, while the black haired stranger slowly turned around to face him. Stopping mid-sentence, Quatre felt his words catch in his throat. The stranger looked exactly like the black haired angel who accompanied Heero yesterday.

The stranger looked down at the seat, then back up to Quatre, in which he quickly stood up and bowed, politely, "I was in your seat, wasn't I? Excuse me."

Quatre stared at the Asian boy before him in awe. The new student obviously didn't have wings protruding from his shoulder blades as the angel had, and gave no reconciliation on whether he knew Quatre or not. He simply turned and began to walk away from him.

"Wait!" Quatre said, making the boy stop and turn around. He stared at the blonde with a blank expression.

"... Don't I... know you?" the confused Quatre asked, almost hesitant. The stranger continued to stare at him with the blank expression.

"Never saw you before in my life," he said, turning around to fully face Quatre, "the name's Wu Fei Chang."

Quatre stared at Wu Fei for a moment, his mind picturing the angel in his place. They were identical, as if they were clones. They bore the same onyx colored eyes, hair, slanted eyes...

"And you must be Quatre?" asked Wu Fei. Quatre nodded slowly.

"Trowa told me quite a lot about you already. You're fairly new here at this school yourself, correct?" he asked. Quatre's brow perked up, gradually changing his glance to Trowa out of the corner of his eye. His friend ducked behind his bang.

"He did, did he?" the blonde asked. Wu Fei nodded, glancing at Trowa, himself. The latter boy turned his back towards the two and withdrew his notebook for the class, purposely attempting to ignore them. Quatre felt himself smile.

Just then, the bell signaling second hour rang, loudly. Quatre sat in his seat as Wu Fei was able to find himself a seat not too far from him. Trowa was still hiding behind his notebook.

***

Lunch quickly rolled about the corner. Not having possessed much of an appetite since he transferred schools, Quatre always accompanied Trowa during the short break, for Trowa hardly ever ate, also.

Just as in the beginning of second hour, Quatre spotted Trowa just outside of the cafeteria with Wu Fei. Once again, the two were involved deeply in yet another conversation. Trowa leaned against the stone wall that lead into the cafeteria, while Wu Fei stood next to him, arms folded as he carefully observed the students walking about.

"Trowa~!" Quatre called, quickly making his way towards the two. Wu Fei unfolded his arms and took a step back, allowing the smaller boy into the conversation.

"How's your morning been, Wu Fei?" Quatre asked as he stood opposite of Wu Fei, next to Trowa.

"Could've been better," the Asian replied, sarcastically, "boring as hell, here."

"Very..." Trowa said, quietly. Quatre nodded in agreement, and then turned his gaze to Wu Fei.

"Where do you come from, Wu Fei?" he asked.

"China," he replied. At that, Trowa turned his gaze to him.

"That's a long way," he remarked. Quatre and Wu Fei nodded in agreement.

"What made you move here?" the curious blonde asked.

"Parents moved here. Not much else I could do, really," he answered, "their job made them move here."

Just as Quatre opened his mouth to ask another question, a hand was placed on his shoulder and whipped his body around, swiftly.

"Hey-" Quatre began, and then soon lifted his gaze up to Ian McNeil, who held a smirk upon his face.

"Hey what?" the taller blonde asked, as his three followers stood behind him. Quickly, Wu Fei stepped behind Quatre. He was shorter than Ian, yet taller than Quatre.

Ian glanced down at Wu Fei, and then folded his arms over his chest, calmly.

"You new?" he asked the onyx haired student. Wu Fei kept silent, staring at Ian with a fierce gaze which would have easily made Quatre cower, the shorter blonde thought as he glanced behind him.

"Hey look Wyatt, it's your bitch!" One of the two brunettes behind Ian called out to the dirty blonde. Quatre looked to the brunette's gaze and saw Trowa still leaning against the wall, his head hung and looking at the ground.

"Fuck off, Mike!" Wyatt called back. Just as Quatre attempted to speak once again, Ian grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and jerked him towards him.

"You're lucky I'm in detention today, faggot," he growled. Just then, Wu Fei stepped to Quatre's aid and planted his knuckled fist into Ian's gut. Ian let out a sudden grunt, releasing his hold on Quatre's shirt. The smaller boy quickly stepped back towards Trowa.

Ian raised his head slowly, giving Wu Fei a glare that was just as strong as Wu Fei's stare. Taking a calm step back, Wu Fei held his arms behind his back, challenging Ian to strike at him. Before Ian could do such a thing, the same teacher from yesterday quickly approached him.

"IAN MCNEIL~!!"

"Awe shit... It's Sally," the unnamed brunette muttered. Just then, a woman with light brown hair and slightly slanted, light blue eyes stepped between the boys. She stood before Ian and stared straight into his face.

"You're only supposed to retrieve your lunch and report directly back to detention!" she growled. Ian bit his lower lip, and then took a step back.

"You're not the detention officer," he retorted. Sally continued to stare at him.

"I'm the nurse; I can still report you to detention, just as I did yesterday," she said. During that brief time, Quatre once again chose to slip out of the scene; this time, he was accompanied by Wu Fei and Trowa.

***

"You all right, Quatre?" Wu Fei asked as the trio walked along the quiet, ancient buildings. Quatre nodded slowly, and then turned to Trowa.

"I'm more concerned about you and Trowa," he said. At that, Trowa peeked up from his stare at the ground.

"Ah, don't be worried `bout me. You all right, Trowa?" Wu Fei asked. Trowa nodded slowly, though Wu Fei didn't see him. Quatre pouted in concern.

"You don't seem okay, Trowa," he stated. The tall boy shook his head.

"I'm fine," he muttered. Quatre stared at his friend briefly, before shrugging and continuing to walk aimlessly.

"So what's the deal with you and him?" Wu Fei asked, curious.

"Well, yesterday, I guess I... was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Ran into the bad side of him by accident," he responded. Wu Fei nodded his head, as Trowa continued to walk silently.

"Trowa, are you sure that you're all right?" Quatre asked, worried.

"Yes," Trowa said. Once again, Quatre pouted.

***

After school, Quatre didn't bother to attend his locker. Instead, he headed straight from class to home. He didn't feel like putting up with Ian's bullying, especially when he knew that he was quite at a disadvantage.

The tired Arabian dragged his feet, kicking up foliage as he walked through the silent park. His memory was all to clear of the strange events of yesterday; the demon and the angels. He was rather curious of why Wu Fei resembled the black haired cherub so much; it -had- to be more than a coincidence... right?

"Hey."

Quatre stopped in his tracks and slowly lifted his gaze upwards. His heart almost skipped a beat.

"Your name's Quatre, right?"

Quatre quickly turned to the opposite direction and began to run as fast as his legs would carry. Nobody else was in the park, so obviously, he had nobody to turn to.

"Wait~!"

Quatre continued to run, not risking stopping and having his head chopped off by the sadistic shinigami named Duo from yesterday, whose wings were absent today.

"Wait, dammit!"

Quatre bumped right into Duo, who had somehow managed to maneuver in front of him. Grabbing his shoulders tightly, Duo pulled Quatre back and tightened his grip on him.

"I'm not gonna kill ya!" he said. Quatre shook his head quickly and struggled frantically to free himself.

"I don't believe that!" he retorted. Duo wrapped his arms around him and pulled Quatre against his chest, immediately immobilizing him. Quatre gasped, and then stopped his struggles.

"I just wanna know... What makes you so special, Quatre? Why are you being protected by not one, but... two angels?" Duo asked, his voice lowering. Quatre could feel the shinigami's heart beat against his chest. It only made him more nervous.

"I don't know! Let me go!" the small boy said, struggling once again. Duo tightened his arms around Quatre's thin frame, attempting to make the boy stop struggling.

"You should know, little one," Duo said, his voice in half a whisper. Just then, Quatre kicked his shin. Duo grunted and loosened his grip, then quickly drew him closer.

"I'm not going to kill you!" he repeated. Quatre ceased his struggling once more.

"...prove it," he growled. Duo smirked, and then placed his hand behind Quatre's head. The latter boy felt his head spin and closed his eyes quickly as Duo held him closely.

"LET ME GO!!" he shouted, his eyes tightly shut. Suddenly, he felt Duo's grasp loosen, and then release him completely. He steadily opened his eyes and looked about, recognizing the familiar scene of his room.

"Told'ja I'm not gonna kill ya," said the braided demon, the smirk still upon his face. Quatre looked about cautiously in his room. He could hear the familiar voices of his mansion's inhabitants outside his door. Yes, this was his room, all right.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Duo said, walking up to a large window in Quatre's room. Quickly, then blonde turned around and reached out, but he was too late. Duo jumped out of the window.

~*~

"I'm not gonna kill ya... yet."