Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tease Me ❯ Tease Me 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, never will etc.

Warnings: My potty mouth, slashyness, literal jock bashing.

Tease Me part 5

Gambit slung his bag over his shoulder and strolled over his unkempt lawn with a wide gait. He paused once he reached the path, shielding his vision from the bright sun. Which way exactly it was to the school seemed to elude him at the moment. He took a deep breath and veered left down the slightly curving path and hoped it was the right route. Nobody would really care anyway if he was late, he'd just talk his way out of it anyway. It was handy being such a charmer.

He fingered the worn deck in his pocket with a small smile. Though he did make some friends and they might notice his absence. He laughed to himself, memories from the previous night playing through his head. Maybe Duo would, considering his behaviour. He spent most of last night looking, sneaking furtive glances at the red-haired youth when he thought nobody would notice, those plum eyes boring a hole through his head. Even with the blindfold on it was obvious. There was something about the short boy that made him stand out, despite the numerous hoops and bars that glittered on his face. It wasn't his personality either - not that he wasn't charismatic, but there was something. It was there the first time he joined the class; the air was static around Duo yet nobody else seemed to notice. Or if they did, they ignored it.

Gambit stepped off the curb, crossing to the opposite side to an alley that led to the entrance of the estate. His vermillion eyes narrowed in confusion and he hazarded a look around again. The neighbourhood was a maze and easy enough to get lost in and today was no exception. He ruffled his hair, letting the breeze through the auburn strands and sighed.

"I 'ate dis place."

He stood at the mouth of the narrow passage indecisively, wavering between it and the deserted road until a strained voice wafted into his hearing. He paused as a louder shout rang out from the alley. Curiosity got the better of him and he strode silently to the origin, his heavy boots falling lightly on the cracked path. The tapered walk way suddenly widened out in the centre a few yards ahead of him leaving barely a two-metre gap in the long alley. He held back, seeing a number of bodies packed in the area, their voices already raised heatedly at the lone figure. One from the bigger group lunged forward only to be immediately flung against the wall; his friend retaliated just to end up the same way. The remaining two jumped into fighting stances and tried to surround their opponent. A flicker of purple flashed by his eyes and a chestnut braid snaked into view as the last attackers were punched to the ground. Gambit risked a look into the alley. Duo stood in the centre, the other four teens already climbing back to their feet. His shoulders heaved in fury as he tried to control the pulsating nerves in his arm. The attackers advanced on the braided teen who let out a feral growl. He swung around as the atmosphere crackled with electricity, viciously palming the leader on the sternum. The youth howled in pain, dropping to the gravel as he clutched his broken ribs. The others took the agonised screams as a sign to leave and hauled their friend away in defeat with a final shouted threat.

"It's not over Maxwell!"

Rapid footsteps pounded away leaving Duo watching their retreat. Gambit picked up his jaw. How anyone could take on four jocks like that astonished him. They may not be good fighters but they were all strong, against Duo they hadn't a chance.

"Where did you learn t' fight like dat, Cher?"

Duo spun around in panic, his defence flaring up and Gambit held back a gasp. The normally amethyst eyes were a flaming violet colour that bled into the white. It vanished after a split second, replaced by the more familiar hue. Duo grinned warily.

"Hey."

"I tink you really hurt dem."

"They started it." He retorted defensively with a scowl, picking up his bag. Gambit circled him, intrigue playing over his sallow features.

"I know," he replied soothingly, "but did dey deserve t' get dere bones broken?"

Duo pushed past him angrily, "Look, I didn't ask to be attacked. I defend myself the only way I know how. Now if you'll excuse me, I've to go to school."

"Arrêt."

He placed an appeasing hand on Duos arm as the latter hesitated irresolutely, not really knowing why.

"What?"

"I tink, mon ami, dat you are very strange."

"Join the rest of the world." He sneered.

"Non, not like dat."

Duo jerked his arm free. "Like what then?"

Gambit grinned, holding his hands out, "We 'ave sometin' in common," he leaned to Duo conspiratorially, "An' not jus' good looks."

The braided teens mood softened fractionally. "What?"

Gambit slowly took the deck from his pocket, thumbing through the rough edges. He flicked an ace between his index and middle finger and Duo watched on suspiciously.

"Pay attention Cher."

He glanced around the alley, sights resting on a battered bin and flung the card at it. The ace hissed through the air, slicing into the metal with an obstreperous explosion. He stayed silent, evaluating his friends' reaction with growing worry. Duos expression was impassive. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to show his gift after all. His vermillion orbs slid shut as he mentally kicked himself. What made him think he could trust Duo in the first place, he'd only known him a day. He clenched the cards in his hand irately. He fucked it up again for himself.

He didn't even bother looking at Duo as he left the alley, opting for a dignified exit. He reached the other side of the neighbourhood and tugged his collar up dejectedly. The week had started out with a particularly nice twist but now he was back to square one. His friend gone, and he was alone.

Gambit strode down the main road, coat streaming out behind him, forehead creased in a frown. He'd been walking for five minutes when he vaguely became aware of light footsteps hurrying behind him and slowed marginally, glancing over his shoulder. An apologetic smile greeted him.

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Heero paced slowly along the winding path on the school grounds, his eyebrow raised questioningly. Trowa stared back blankly.

"What?"

Heero smirked. "Who is it?"

His friend froze momentarily but it was enough for Heero to see. Trowa gazed at the pebbles, treading gently over them.

"Who is what?"

"You're obviously thinking of someone so who is it?"

Trowas vision flickered to Heero, a faint blush working over his cheekbones. "How can you be so sure?"

Heero stopped, facing Trowa and crossed his arms.

"Because for the last half hour I've been ranting bout Relena and how she's trying to get me to take her out somewhere and you've agreed and said it would be good for my health."

Trowa pulled the neck of his sweater up cautiously. "It could be good for your health."

The Japanese teen sighed in exasperation, directing the green-eyed youth to a nearby bench and plopped down beside him. He shaded his eyes from the glare of the sun, staring at Trowa evenly.

"I know you. You're never this distracted, even when you build those towers you're more clued in than you are now."

Trowa fumbled with the sleeves of his jumper, looking for a welcoming break of conversation.

"Infact, the only time I've seen you like this was…"

Something slowly came to light in Heeros mind as he trailed off, and he smiled in dawning realisation.

"…the only time I've seen you like this was with Quatre. He's coming back, isn't he?"

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Duo slumped against the wall, his arms lying lazily over his propped up knees. He glanced at the mangled bin and sighed again.

"Fuck."

Definitely explains the odd eyes too, only mutated genetics could've produced colours that bizarre. He ran his fingers self-consciously over his own eyelids, recalling the hatred and fear he's experienced in his short life because of the purple pigment. It was the reason he lost his birth parents, they couldn't handle having a mutant as a son so gave him up for adoption before his second birthday. He chuckled wryly, letting his head roll back against the wall. He'd only found that out after the social worker let it slip on one of her numerous visits. She was a nice woman though, always willing to listen, and exactly why she was continuously at the Maxwell residence. She was the only one that would listen once he got into a fight, his adoptive parents just preferred to lock him in his room without hearing him out. Of course, that was before they found out he was a mutant. They put two and two together after he punched through a solid wood door at the age of ten and began to take more drastic measures. The basement fast became a second home to him. It wasn't the best life for a lonely and confused child, especially when his sister was there. The universe revolved around her; there was no competition when it came to parental affection. He could only imagine the difficulties Gambit went through with his piercing red and black gaze.

Duo pounded the ground, letting out an enraged scream as he cradled his head on his knees.

People could be so bigoted.

A warm wind blew through the alley, calming his tense nerves until a familiar voice called his name in surprise. He looked up to find Christine standing a few feet away in a low white v-neck and soft pink skirt. A frown already creased her elfin features.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you at school?"

Duo clambered awkwardly to his feet, attempting to tower over the blond but failed miserably. He glanced down to find out she was wearing heeled sandals and scowled. Why was everyone so much taller than him? He stretched nonchalantly and scooped his bag up.

"Why aren't you at school?" He countered.

Christine smiled sweetly. "I've a late morning."

"Well go away then, it's none of your business why I'm here."

"It may be none of my business, but I'm sure Mom and Dad would love to know you're skipping school."

Duo paused; frustrated with the options presented to him and decided it wasn't worth his while getting grounded after school again. He waved his hand dismissively.

"Just go Christine."

"What?! I'm not doing anything you tell me to, you can't order me around."

"Really." He advanced smugly, "I'm bettin' ya Mom and Dad don't know you've been messin' around with weed, do they? Or that you come on to anythin' in trousers, do they?"

He grinned evilly. "I'm willing to stake everything on the fact that they're completely oblivious. So yeah, I can order you around."

Christine's eyes widened, her mouth working wordlessly as she tried to think of something to say.

"… but …"

Duo wagged his finger in a patronising manner. "No buts, just go or mommy and daddy will find out that you're not so pure after all."

She clenched her fists furiously and stomped her foot in a tantrum.

"You're not getting away with this, goddamn mutant freak!"

Duos grin became manic, his eyes freezing over as he cornered her.

"Yeah I am getting' away with it," he stopped just infront of her, glaring up into her panicked expression, "And I don't wanna sound clichéd, but there's nothing you can do to stop me. Comprende?"

Christine's face clouded with rage at the smaller teen. "You will fucking pay if you say anything about me to Mom and Dad!"

He raised an eyebrow sceptically. "I don't think so."

"They don't know about your new piercings!"

"They don't know about your hash problem."

"They don't know about your tattoo!"

"I don't have a tattoo." He replied calmly.

She narrowed her eyes, "They don't know you drink."

"Whereas you nearly got arrested for underage binge drinking," He cupped his chin with his index and thumb in feigned contemplation, "Hmm, I wonder which will stun them more. Their seventeen-year old rebel having a moderate drink with his friends, or their fifteen-year old angel nearly banged up in jail for getting hammered?"

He looked back to her innocently, "I can never tell these days what'll give them a bigger shock. There really is only one way to find out."

Christine glowered at him until deciding to resort to low blows and she smirked, pushing him back with the tip of her perfectly manicured finger. Her brother fought for his mask of confidence as curiosity battled to slip through. The latter won as Christine smiled venomously.

"They don't know you're a fag." She hissed.

He shoved her hand away, trying to hide his rising panic. "What makes you think I am?"

"I may not go to the same school as you, but I still have friends there. They see all the sick shit you get up to," She sneered, prodding him roughly, "And my parents will disown you when I tell them about you and what you do with those other boys."

Duo slapped her hand away again, attempting to remain cool, and at least find out what she knew.

"What other boys?"

She laughed derisively, folding her arms across her chest and stared at him through slitted eyes.

"Don't try to act all innocent. I heard about what you done to Sally and Aaron-"

"-What's that got to do with anything?"

"Hush now," she whispered sweetly at the now seething teen, "I'll tell you. She's too busy apologising to Aaron to remember, but Trent, on the other hand…"

She giggled loudly at Duos darkening expression. "… He remembers being at that old building and seeing, and I quote," she made a small gesture in the air, "'That freak and this other guy doin' some sick stuff', end quote."

"That could be anyone." He snapped.

Christine flicked one of Duos bangs playfully, "Not when he mentioned a long brown plait and purple eyes."

She swept her thick blond hair from her face and beamed brightly at her fuming brother.

"So yes, I agree. I can never tell what'll shock them more. Their fifteen-year old angel led astray by her older brother, who also lets his friends do what they want with me, or…" She grinned maliciously, "Their seventeen-year old rebel being a fag?"

She nodded thoughtfully, "You're also right on another point. There's really only one way to find out."

She skipped past Duo who immediately grabbed her by the arm. Christine looked down her nose at him in amusement and yawned. Duo increased the pressure of his grip.

"You're not telling them anything, and don't you dare drag Trowa into this."

She winced as his fingers dug into her flesh, "Let go! It's your fault for doing this to Trowa!"

Duos temper rose as the blond continued to struggle.

"Who'll they believe more anyway?!" she sneered, "You know it's me so LET GO!"

She whimpered as Duo clenched his fist tighter around her arm.

"Daddy, he let his friend go into my room when I was there."

Duo shook her, "Shut up Christine."

"It's Trowa! He made me take my clothes off. I didn't want to Daddy - but he said he'd hurt me if I didn't do as he said!"

"Shut up Christine!"

"He made me do things to him Daddy!"

His eyes melted into a burning indigo flame as she shrieked louder.

"He tried to rape me Daddy, don't you believe me?!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHRISTINE!"

He swung his free hand, viciously landing a punch across her face. The force from the blow toppled her on to the ground and she peered up through a curtain of hair in disbelief. A tentative hand clutched her jaw.

"You hit me."

Duo stuck his shaking fists in his pockets, subjecting her to his grim violet glare. "Don't say a word to them."

Christine's blue eyes welled up with tears and she shook her head as she scrambled off the ground.

"You can't tell me what to do, I'm telling them everything."

She threatened in a subdued tone, picking her bag up. Duos adrenaline rush wore off as she turned and ran down the alley sobbing. He felt a twinge of regret as the blond rushed away, but the memory of what she said about Trowa imprinted itself in his mind and the remorse vanished. He scowled, kicking a crumpled coke can as he slowly left for school, unwilling to run into his sister again.

"Bitch."

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Christine tottered down the road, arranging her hair to hide the growing bruise on her cheek. She'd have to drop into Dorothy's to get a jacket to cover the marks on her arm. She sniffed angrily, muttering curses under her breath as she neared her friends' house. Duo was going to be in the biggest amount of trouble he'd ever been in when her parents found out. It was bad enough that he hit her, but being gay was get-kicked-out-of-the-house material. She smirked at the comforting thought. He really wasn't going to get away with it, even if it meant shedding some light on her own activities or bringing Trowa down too.

She frowned. It was a pity too; Trowa was always so nice to her. He was so considerate and compassionate, not to mention he was a gentleman. He had such a nice body too …

But war was war, and Duo had declared it.

She approached the main junction and increased her pace. She was already five minutes late and Dorothy usually left on time. She rounded the corner just as a familiar figure came into view. It was easy to recognise the owner of the trench coat and auburn hair. She bit her lip as a plan formulated in her mind. Duo liked him, didn't he?

She broke into a brisk run and hurried after him unsteadily, her skirt and heels not allowing much speed. But he heard her approaching footsteps and glanced over his shoulder. Christine fixed a small smile on her face, mind going into overdrive.

"Hi Remy."

He came to a stop, fully turning around with a broad grin on his face.

"Bonjour," he took in her appearance with a practised eye, "You look lovely t'day."

Christine didn't respond, but opted for a trembling lower lip and tearful smile combination. She tactfully tucked a strand of blond behind her ear, showing the colourful bruise to its best advantage. It had the desired effect as Gambit narrowed his eyes, gently brushing his thumb over her jaw, the marks on her arm not escaping his scrutiny either.

"Who done dis?"

She mentally applauded her genius as she burst into tears, sobbing hysterically.

"I had a fight with Duo and he wouldn't listen to me, he just lost his temper - I tried to help him, but I - I !"

She covered her face as Gambit put his arms around her comfortingly.

"I really tried to calm him! He wouldn't -"

"Shh, it's okay Chere," he looked around for a bench, noticing an entrance to a small park instead, "C'mon, we'll find somewhere t' sit down in dere."

Christine gave a small nod, letting a few tears run expertly down her face. She wound her arm around his waist, leaning her head against his chest as he directed them to a shady secluded spot under a large oak. He wiped a tear away, tilting her head to see the bruise properly.

"Dat must 'ave been some punch, eh? Wat happened?"

Christine smiled in what she hoped was a woeful damsel-in-distress smile and sniffed theatrically.

"I don't know," she lied, "I just asked him why he wasn't going to school and he flipped. Then he threatened me so I said I'd tell Mom and Dad about his piercings - I wasn't going to say anything though, I didn't want him to hurt me - that's all!"

Gambit nodded sympathetically, "It was wrong of him t' do dat, but d'you tink he's under a lot of pressure - maybe it wasn't his fault." He reasoned.

Christine jerked away angrily, "No, it is his fault! He thinks he can do whatever he wants, we all support him at home and this is how he thanks me?!" she shrieked before breaking into another bout of tears.

Gambit cringed at his choice of words and pulled the crying girl close to him in a comforting hug. Christine buried her face into his t-shirt, one hand holding on to his leather coat, the other subtly placed on his knee and currently inching upwards.

"You don't understand him, he hates me!"

Gambit stroked her hair soothingly, seemingly oblivious with her actions. "Non, you're his sister, he doesn' hate you."

A watery pair of sapphire eyes gazed up at him despondently. "But he doesn't love me either" she replied weakly, "He never will."

"Non, ma Chere. Don' tink like dat, he'd do anytin' for you. Brothers jus' have a hard time showin' tings like dat."

Christine smiled timidly hand artfully resting mid-thigh. "I wish I had a brother like you, you're so caring."

Gambit grinned down at the girl snuggled against him. "Remy may be a lot of tings, but a brother isn't one of dem. I'm not good in family situations."

Christine pouted, twirling his auburn strands around her finger. "Well, I think you'd do great."

"Ah, don' make me blush Chere."

She patted his thigh, managing to move her hand higher. "Don't be so modest Remy, you should learn to take a compliment."

Gambits expression suddenly became serious and he shifted slightly.

"Should you be doin' dis?"

Christine looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "Doing what?"

She curled her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down to her level and closed the gap. Finding no resistance, she deepened the kiss, her strategically placed hand rubbing the rough material of his trousers.

Gambit broke away, laughing nervously. "Sorry Chere, I don' tink you should be doin' dis."

Christine scowled in offence. "Why not?"

"Because I'm much older den you."

Christine's frown relaxed at his explanation. "I suppose you wouldn't be able to come back to my house again, would you?"

He shook his head. "Non, it's better dis way."

The blond smiled at his answer, clasping her arms around his neck, "So you want to protect me then?"

Gambit grinned, "Oui, an' you should leave your brother t' me."

"Why?" she asked suspiciously. He winked mysteriously.

"Because I will make him listen. If you tell your parents 'bout him, he'll get angry again. If I speak t' him, I can make sure he doesn'. It dat okay?"

Christine sighed, pulling her hair over her face again.

"Fine. But if he goes near me again I'm telling them.

"Alright." He stood up, offering her his hand, "But give me a chance wit him first."

She gave a curt nod, pulling herself to her feet as Gambit ruffled her hair jokingly.

"Have a nice day in school Chere."

She yelped, smacking his hand away in annoyance and smoothed down her precious golden mane. She held an accusing finger.

"Not the hair, not now, not ever."

Gambit held his hands up defensively, "Okay, I promise, no more hair." He sighed dramatically, hand clapped over his chest patriotically. "Now, I mus' leave, school is calling. Au'revoir, and look after dem bruises."

He sauntered out of the park and continued to his original destination. The school building wasn't that far away and the grounds were extensive - especially for a public school. Christine began her walk to Dorothy's moodily, beginning to wish she attended the public school instead. It wasn't too bad; a lot of her friends were there. Relena, Sally, Hilde and Sylvia all attended, and they were high up in the social arc ergo it must have some potential. If not for educational purposes, it was a hot spot for good-looking members of the opposite sex.

She groaned in annoyance. But only the best was allowed for her, as she had incessantly insisted, so she was stuck in a private school with snobs and relatively few cute guys. To be more specific, Remy wasn't there.

She pouted childishly, muttering at her parent's decision that their little girl could only have the best. Then again, Remy was the best, wasn't he? Her parents wouldn't mind him as long as it was what their precious daughter wanted.

She rooted out her phone from her bag, dialling in a number briskly, and balanced it between her chin and shoulder as she fixed her hair. The quiet tones buzzed for a few seconds before a chirpy voice answered. Christine beamed.

"Hey Hilde, It's Christine."

Duo was in for a big surprise.

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Yeah, I know I took awhile but exams are getting closer. (barely two weeks left. >,<'') Whoever read this during the writing stage seems to despise Christine. *falls to the floor infront of Chibi DarkAngel and Shinineye with big trembly eyes* I'm really sorry, I had to write her. I also apologise beforehand to Chibi, I need to post that one that you don't like. I can't help if I like writing for reactions!

Ummm … yeah, enjoy.