Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sensei! ❯ Chapter 1 - Assignment ( Chapter 1 )

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Sensei! By ReddAlice

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Author's Note: I decided to write Sensei! Just after I finished reading GTO volume 2. Take it, they're nothing like, but I think credit is due. ^^; Amongst my friends I am notorious for not sleeping, I know it's not healthy, but I really hate to sleep. I sometimes go 4-5 days without much more than 2 hours rest.

Warning: FUTURE WARNINGS - Stereo Typical Preventers Mission, Yaoi, casual Japanese slung around where I see fit, Bad humor, Darkness, Perversion, Angst, LIGHT sweetness/fluff (nothing to fattening), and anything else I feel I should toss in for my own amusement! Just about a bit of everything in here, I've got an entire gray scale of emotions bottled up in this story.

Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki New Mobile War Chronicle Gundam Wing A.C. was created by Hajime Yatate & Yoshiyuki Tomino and is licensed to Bandai Entertainment, Sunrise, and Satsu Agency. ~-~...If you think I own any prior listed... A psychiatrist and straightjacket is complimentary on your way out. May you get the help need, and pray it's not genetic!

Songs: The Doom Song (Techno remix) - Invader Zim, Mad Tea Party - Disney's Alice in Wonderland, Kokomo - The Beach Boys, Shiroi Yami No Naka - Shakkazombie, It's the End of The World - R.E.M.

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Sensei!

Chapter 1 - Assignment

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God, what does it take to get a little attention around here! Duo bit his tongue between his lips as he worked the lock with his hairpin. There is no suchthing as an unpickable lock! He thought with an exasperated sigh.

Of course, he didn't get a chance to prove it!

Wufei pulled open the door; his eyes conical, "What do you want?" He demanded tetchily looking down at the crouching man in the hall.

Leisurely, Duo drug his eyes up Wufei's sleep clothed body starting with his bare feet and easily working up to his unbuttoned jeans, loose white t-shirt, and siesta tousled hair. He looked very much like a miffed panther that had been poked one to many times with a stick.

Lastly meeting Wufei's less than amused expression, Duo grinned. "Mornin' Wufei!" He stood up brushing off imaginary dust.

"It's not morning." Came the rich growl.

"Sure it is." Said Duo standing up and pointing to his watch. "See, in Beijing it's 8 a.m."

"I'm not from China." The bitter 'Chinese' man retorted, his words running together like a drunkard's. "I was born on a colony-..." Wufei's eyebrow twitched, the gears in his head turned, and his eyes widened in anger. "That means it's two-in-the-morning! What do you want at 2 am!?"

Duo pushed past the human obstacle into the apartment, taking in the decorative inside. Not at all what he had expected from Wufei, moderately multihued. "Good place, homey, cozy." He observed, taking off his shoes and setting them by the door with Wufei's. Some not so Chinese... Chinese man.

Wufei inspected the sight for a minute before shutting the door, he hadn't seen Duo in a few months, he may as well find out what brought him from Earth. He doubted it was just to admire his residence, or just decided to come to L-1 to wake him up. Or maybe he did. Wufei frowned.

As Wufei's mouth opened, Duo began to explain himself. "I can't sleep."

"You traveled for 12 hours aboard a shuttle to come tell me you couldn't sleep? How long have you been up?" Wufei gaped thoughtlessly.

With serious intent in his eyes, Duo shrugged and went back to closely scrutinizing a wall tapestry. "Hey, Pattes de Valours?" Wufei nodded. "It's nice, a little tacky, but nice."

"You go ahead and inspect and criticize-" he added sharply "my wall hangings, I have to report to the office 'in the morning,' and I am going back to sleep." Wufei mumbled stalking past Duo who said something inaudible. Stopping, Wufei turned back to look at his unwelcome guest. Duo's head hung low, his eyes focusing on the carpet. "What was that Duo?"

With more assurance, Duo looked up. "Can I sleep with you?"

The Chinese man who did not hale from china, choked.

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"Here... I'll go sleep on the couch."

"Wufei, don't go..."

"What?"

"I don't want to sleep alone..."

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Quatre raised an eyebrow at Trowa unenthusiastically; the man was concerned, now why couldn't he admit it! "I know Wufei has never been late before, but he's allowed to do it once in a while. He's human after all." Quatre assured him grumpily.

Trowa paused and considered turning the car around, but dismissed the idea as soon as he parked. "We're already here, and he volunteered for the assignment!" He reasoned.

"I guess so."

Inside, Quatre found it hard to keep up with his long legged friend who climbed the stairs with ease. "There's an elevator you know!" He yelled after him.

"I know."

Quatre frowned and stopped, "Yes, and I am going to take it." He breathed opting for a door to his left.

One floor up Trowa waited for him in the hall. The elevator doors slid open with a quiet ding, and Quatre stepped out.

Trowa smirked, "Now wasn't that pointless."

"No. My legs we're about to come unhinged." Quatre grumbled combing his blonde hair with his fingers. Unfortunately he had caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective surface of a landscape portrait. "Ugh!"

"You look fine."

"No I don't look fine." Quatre retorted sourly. "I look like I fell out of the car and rolled under the tire. I hate mornings. That's it... I quit."

Trowa turned on his heels and allowed himself a secret laugh; Quatre abhorred any activities before noon, let alone a mandatory meeting. "You don't quit."

"You watch me." Quatre growled gliding past Trowa to Wufei's door. "Wufei! Open up! Or I am going to kill-"

A door across the hall creaked open, an old woman's wide eye floating just below a weak chain. "Shh." She hissed.

Quatre stomped his foot, "Don't tell me to shush!" He snarled flinging his arms above his head.

Trowa apologetically looked to the woman who glared at him and shut the door, "Quatre... I agree... sh... I know your tired, but... don't you think you're being a little..."

"A little what?" Quatre said slowly, the skin at his temple taut with warning. "Hmn? What?"

Trowa shook his head. "Nothing."

The corners of Quatre's mouth twitched as he tried the doorknob; to his surprise, the door was open.

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Cautiously, Quatre pushed open the door. "It's unlocked."

"If he was lucky, he was knocked unconscious by an intruder." Trowa whispered.

"What, Trowa?"

"Nothing."

The apartment was dark, the only light filtering through the tine openings between each panel of the white shades covering the window.

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Wufei's ear ticked, someone was in his apartment. If it was Heero... Wufei unwrapped his friend's limbs from around his waist and slid out of bed.

Wufei rolled over to look at Duo, when he had first gotten into bed nearly two hours ago he did everything in his power to put as much mattress as possible between the two male bodies. It had just occurred to him to ask. "Duo?"

The bundle of red comforter and loose brown braid contracted and groaned its acknowledgment sleepily.

"Duo, why did you come all this way to see me? Why me? Quatre and Trowa are working here too... why not them?" He whispered. Why was he whispering? It was hisbedroom, his bed, and his apartment for Christ's sake.

Duo sat up, the blanket falling away from his bare chest, and slanted a look at Wufei through his veil of hair. He appeared alert, ready to dress and abscond; he appeared unwanted. "Do you want me to go?" His voice was cool, smooth, without attachments or warnings.

Still... Those eyes unnerved Wufei. He needed sleep, but his mind was awake, and his body... well his body was uncomfortable. Yes, yes he wanted him to leave, but he didn't want to send him away. "I wouldn't have let you stay if I wanted you to leave." Wufei growled turning back over.

The bed shifted subtly, and lengthy arms engulfed him. "Thanks Wufei." Duo murmured into his ear, his face resting entirely in the slope of Wufei's neck.

Wufei stiffened feeling awkward, Duo's gesture was much deeper than friendly, almost sexual, but not quite. It was confusing, and he could understand how some people couldn't make the distinction when in the same situation.

It took him a few minutes to relax under his friend's weight and put his head back down on the pillow completely. "It's no concern." Wufei finally replied. He felt Duo tighten his embrace gently to let him know he had heard, and the two fell asleep.

Switching off the safety to his gun, Wufei pulled his bedroom door shut quietly, and visually probed the hall for intruders. Usually he wouldn't sully himself using such a weapon, but honestly... the only time he had fought was alone; he had only had to protect himself. Under any other circumstances he would have snatched a dadao off his wall and prepared to attack whomever was possibly looting his home.

He heard the voices before he the familiar figures came in to sight.

Quatre and Trowa were inspecting his walls in the dark.

"Who is that?"

Quatre felt the wall hanging, "Pattes de Valours... I think. Late nineteenth century. Slightly tacky... but nonetheless nice." Duo had said the same thing.

Wufei lowered his gun he had contemplated shooting them just for entering his home at such an ungodly hour- his eyes instinctively gravitated to the red glow of his clock on the hall nightstand. 9 AM!

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Trowa and Quatre turned to look at the source of the vicious multilingual profanities.

Quatre gave a meek smile, "Good Morning Wufei."

The swift shift in Quatre's mood elicited a formidable grunt from Trowa.

Wufei shook his head, "No, it most certainly isn't a good morning." -Or it had been until that damned clock. Why couldn't he live in Beijing?

"Oh don't worry about being late." Quatre said, "We postponed the meeting till 10, and decided to come get you just to be sure." Trowa eyed Quatre. We?

Reaching for a light switch, Wufei nodded. "All right then. Would you mind if I showered? Then we can leave."

"Of course." Quatre mumbled examining the walls entirely now that he could see with out hindrance.

Wufei excused himself, put the gun away, and retreated towards the bathroom.

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Shortly after, Wufei reemerged binding his damp hair back with a small black elastic band, fully clothed, and holding a folder in his teeth. He nodded mumbling something that sounded like lets go, and went to the door to slip on his shoes.

Quatre moved towards the door and stopped when Wufei's eyes landed on a pair of red sneakers, and then to Quatre's. He had worn them inside, on his carpet, and hadn't even noticed until Wufei silently reprimanded him for it. "I'm sorry, Wufei." He apologized sheepishly. "I forgot."

"It's fine." He said graciously and escorted his company out in the hall, locked the door, and left for work, Duo Maxwell the furthest from his mind.

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Duo leisurely prodded him-self from the posh, exaggeratedly comfortable bed (which he affectionately named God) and climbed into the shower.

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Wufei irritably drummed his fingers on the table thinking; only half listening to Lady Une dry sounding babble. Maybe Heero had kicked Duo out of their apartment? What could that idiot have done to make Yui so irate? Assuming he was irate, and that is what had happened.

"And that's why we've been enlisted." Une was saying.

A man in back stood up and frowned, "I'm not a baby-sister." He barked. Wufei looked up recognizing the man as Edward Leeza, the man he was supposed to work with.

Edward Leeza had been one of the first soldiers procured for the Preventers; he was barely twenty, tall, soft round features, brunette, and rather wide expressive hazel eyes. It was hard to believe he had been third male in command... only after Zechs Marquise.

For such an important man, he wasn't well manner, nor was he particularly friendly. "I don't want to watch little boys, I don't even like children." He admitted freely.

Lady Une allowed herself the small relief of an exasperated sigh, "He's not a little child, Mr. Leeza. He's 17. It is by no means baby-sitting and is perfectly well within your jurisdiction. You signed up, you will follow orders."

"Like hell I will." Leeza growled. "This isn't what I had in mind when I spoke with you."

Lady Une smiled indistinctly, "I was surprised myself, but it's important that we keep the faith of the political leaders, who will in turn garner support, and keep the peace... now more than ever." She was indirectly referring to the uprising groups of rebels claiming that Relena had been working secretly with dirty-handed politicians, specifically Aaron Thret, to disarm the masses and gain control over unsuspecting people's lives. They had called her a communist, Thret a terrorist, and Wufei knew more than half couldn't comprehend the words they spewed.

"Mr. Leeza..." Lady Une began with lazy tone. "You will cooperate..." She smiled pleasantly "Or I will make you." She could be a very redoubtable opponent when necessary, or just when she didn't want to do extra paper work and assign Wufei a new partner.

"I'd like to see you try." Edward spat sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms, he looked like a child himself.

"I would grant your wish if we had someone qualified to replace..."-she let the words linger bitterly in the air -"you." She stood up. "As you can see from the few men around you, there are none. They all have previous obligations, and are sitting in here for your benefit, to provide you with information and ideas from their various backgrounds, and professions to do your job." Her eyes swept across group. "We have no one else to spare."

Just then an obscenely pleased voice piped up, the door shutting with a wall-rattling slam. "What about me."

Lady Une stared at Duo standing in front of the door wearing his most disarming smile, he had never liked her, and she had never liked him. "Mr. Maxwell." She addressed, something registering in the depths of her eyes. "What about you?"

"I can do it." He said with a shrug.

"What makes you think that?" Lady Une asked sitting down.

"Because I can." Duo reasoned, "That and I am more 'qualified'"-he surrounded the world with air quotes-"than the kid there."

Edward frowned, "I'm twenty."

"So..." Duo drawled, "I'm 18 and you are still wet behind the ears kid."

Wufei fought the urge to laugh, but rather than fall in step he fell behind a cool mask of indifference. Duo was a good man, a good fighter, a serious and generous friend, a good actor, but his severe emotions could be a weakness. In the battlefield they were about to ascend on... there was no gundanium barrier separating you from the anger and scared eyes of the adversaries they would have to face, and possibly kill. Would Duo be able to kill a child scarcely younger then him? Some even acting on foreign commands like a puppet.

"I'd like to ask everyone to please step out." Lady Une voiced, her eyes falling on Wufei. "Everyone but Mr. Chang, Maxwell, and Mr. Leeza."

Once Quatre and Trowa left, Lady Une reseated herself. As if a mask had been dropped, her posture and face became more personable and responsive. "You're not a Preventer anymore. Duo, this mission is imperative." She warned. "If you're going to do this... there are going to be many things that you will have to do without hesitation that can leave intense scars on a human."

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"You forget you use to call me a terrorist." Duo said contemptuously. "What should you care as long as I can do it?"

Lady Une narrowed her eyes. Use to call him at terrorist? She still did! "Duo could you kill a child... someone just like you when you were 15? Or maybe someone who is unconditionally innocent just because they're standing in the way of your objective and make it so they were never found? As if they never existed?"

Duo didn't have to think it over. No he couldn't kill someone so coldheartedly, but he lied despite the consequences it would have in the near future. "Yes, I've done it before."

"Alright." She gave a brisk nod and looked towards Edward Leeza, who sat stiffly, his face ghastly pale. There was no need to question aloud what he was thinking. He was mulling over the many stories he had heard of the fierce Gundam Pilots. Mortified that what Duo had said was true, and he had in fact murdered little innocent children for merely being in the wrong place and the wrong time, his face continued to alternate between ill and nervousness.

Even before giving her consent to Duo, Lady Une knew he had been insincere, and she was grateful for it. "You may leave, Edward." Leeza got up and departed promptly.

"You resigned. Duo, you're not a Preventer anymore, remember?" Because the pilot she knew would get the job done, even if it was unorthodox, even if she despised him for it and was constantly reminded of the searing remarks he loudly voiced in earshot because of a verbal injury she had inflicted days earlier, she knew he would be successful. Privately... she was grateful he was so nosy.

Duo grinned at her, "I am now."

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To Be Continued with Chapter 2: The First Day

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Ending Note: As you can also see it's considerably longer than most chapter/sections/parts I write to any one fic. That's because this story is a bit more active in comparison to my others; I've got a main story and a few sub-plots being entertained here and there for our pleasure. Sensei! has been sitting on my computer for well over three months before I got the umph to write five pages today and post it. So it is roughly unedited and I'd seriously appreciate all criticism, CORRECTIONS, and opinions... or rather... I honestly expect it of those who read this chapter and those to come. I love hearing from you, and not a single word you give falls to the deaf... or in my case blind. Give me something to mull over already! See you again in chapter 2!

What pairings would you like to see? I know it's set up for 1x2x1 or 2x5x2... but anything's possible and I wanna know what ya think, lovies! Inspire me... muse(?!) me!