Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ SIGHTSEEING ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Uh, this is my new fanfic, called SIGHTSEEING. I chose to write it after seeing an episode of Ghost Whisperer (which I don't own.).

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing.

Pairing: 1x2, (3x4?)

Summary: When a new boy starts attending the local high school, things get shaken up. Heero Yuy, said new boy, says that there are `people' following Duo. But no one else can see them.

Rating: Right now, just PG.

SIGHTSEEING

Chapter One:

Duo Maxwell was not at the low end of the social ladder, nor at the very top. He seemed to waver in between the `very popular' and the `popular'. Everyone knew his name around the large school in which he attended classes, and most of the other schools in the surrounding area at least had an inkling of who he was. Teachers loved him, students fell head over heels for him - but only a few people were out of their mind with hatred for him.

He was well loved but most of the population, as stated above, but perhaps we should on touch on the reason why. Duo Maxwell did not discriminate, differentiate, separate or otherwise judge people. He hung out with cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, goths, and was caught on more then one occasion, flirting with the secretaries.

However, there was a big, giant, colossal problem when a new boy started attending school and then, we all found out that Duo Maxwell was…

…haunted.

Duo had always seemed like an overly klutzy boy, tripping over his own feet, knocking into doors, not tying his shoelaces up… things that would, over-all, seem very normal to a teenage boy in an uncomfortable body that was making way too many changes way too fast.

There was actually one time in Mr. Warner's gym class where Duo had leaned up against the goal post of a soccer net and his braid had tangled itself around said post, knocking poor Duo flat on his butt when he had tried to walk away.

But that's beside the point.

The point isthat on further review it would be perfectly reasonable that Duo Maxwell was not an overly klutzy teenage boy, but instead, was being haunted by some prankster ghost who loved nothing more then to send him flying on his backside.

But, as I stated before, a new boy came and everything and when I say everything I mean… well, everything changed.

Heero Yuy was a normal boy; at least what we could see of him was normal. He had drab brown hair, and distinctly Asian features, as his name would suggest, he was Japanese. The only thing that was remotely abnormal would be the shocking, piercing, intense ice blue eyes that adorned his softly accented face.

In a word he seemed… well, normal.

Of course, nothing ever really seemed the way it actually is, as we found on the afternoon of Heero's arrival. Of course, everyone already new of Heero's arrival because it was already the middle of the year, and nobody ever came during the middle of the year because they would then be branded the `new kid' which was a fate worse then death itself. I, of course, have never moved in my entire life, which should be saying something, because as soon as I graduate I am getting the heck out of this little hole in the wall.

No sooner had third period let out then the third sighting of the estranged new species of teenager entered the scene, this `Heero Yuy'. Wildly exotic? Yes. Entrancingly hypnotic? Most definitely. Friendly? Well… there was a bit of a difference.

Did I forget to mention that the stern look on Heero Yuy's face was what caused most girls to swoon? That hard, arched brow, that jaw line that clenched so perfectly and the glare… oh the glare was to die for. Really, I don't know what's wrong with these girls. See, I could understand the whole `bad boy' appeal but Heero here, wore a pocket protector. Oh, very smooth.

But anyways, back to the subject at hand. Heero Yuy marched straight up to Duo Maxwell in the math hallway and pulled him aside. Of course, something as daring as this, especially by the new boy, was unexpected, so everyone stopped to gawk and stare. Tugging on the sleeve of Duo's black long-sleeve shirt Heero led him over to an alcove meant for a garbage can that had inadvertently been kicked away that very morning. Once there, he paused, leaned in close and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “There's someone following you.”

Of course, Duo immediately looked behind him, directly into empty air. The words hung deliberately as he turned back to the new boy and raised an eyebrow in question. “No one is there buddy…” The new boy huffed and turned on his heel. And that was the end of that.

But somehow, it wasn't. The end of it, that is. In a high school like ours, news travels fast, especially when it concerns a new boy (who was now rumored to be mentally unstable), Duo Maxwell (who kept looking behind him, eyebrow still raised) and, well, empty space (a stalker with very good camouflage, maybe?).

At the end of the day Duo walked out of the school, pondering exactly what had been accomplished and bumped into someone. A shorter someone with brown hair, Asian features, striking, piercing, intense blue eyes and a pocket protector - it was the new boy - it was Heero.

Once again, Duo Maxwell's eyebrow rose, almost as if by it's own volition. “Why haven't you told them to stop following you?” the new spoke, sounding almost like he was being forced. “It seems that they're always trying to get your attention.”

Quickly, Duo looked around. Yep, everyone else was looking around as well -- at them.

A split-second decision and Duo was grinning and grabbing Heero's arm, tugging him along, “Come on little buddy, lets go to my house, got all the home work right? Hey, what courses do you have? Mr. Swanson is a real jerk don't you think? Hey! Aren't you in my art class? Isn't Miss Lerner nice?” He practically shoved the boy into his car before running around the other side, eager to get out of the limelight that was provided oh-so-subtly by the student body.

As he started the car, peeled out and quickly sped off into the distance he huffed, letting out a large breath of relief followed by a quick glance at his companion.

“So Heero… you say someone is following me?” The other boy nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “They're in the backseat.” Duo glanced back through the rear-view mirror and saw, low and behold… nothing. This new guy sure was weird.

“Could you, uh, describe them for me?” He asked, still looking back, expecting something to suddenly jump out at him. Really now, why weren't things easier? Maybe a big neon sign would help, or you know, the guy who said someone was following him to speak in full sentences.

Heero looked back, squinting his eyes in what looked like concentration but could easily be interpreted as a look of constipation. “Uh… well, they're old.”

“Old.” Duo paused, “I don't really know any old people sorry, you must be seeing things.”

“There's someone else as well.” Duo blinked and looked back again, “I have more then one person following me?” Heero turned to look back at the imaginary people supposedly sitting in the back seat. “Well, one was following you at school and the other is tied to the car… the one that's been making you trip is sitting on the roof.”

Duo let out a nasally sound before he gasped for air, “Three?! There are three?!”

--end chapter—

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