Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tease Me ❯ Tease Me 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

Warnings: wicked grin Why on earth would I need to warn anyone?? Just some good ol' fashioned slash/yaoi/whatnot. That and my potty mouth and the fact that I completely forgot what I was doing so rambled… a lot

Tease Me - part 6 (in 2 parts)

There was a squeal of tires followed by an irritated beeping as the driver slammed on his breaks.

"Hey watch where you're going!"

Duo slapped his hands down on the warm bonnet of the red Nissan angrily, flipping the driver off. His braid snapped over his shoulder as he immediately sprinted across the junction, narrowly avoiding getting ploughed down in rush hour traffic. The guardrail posed no difficulty as he hopped it with ease and bobbed around the painfully slower pedestrians, his chains clanking loudly in protest. He grimaced as a sharp pain began shooting through his chest and marginally slowed his pace. He glared up at the sun through jagged bangs, huffing as his bag battered his back with every step. It was as if nature was conspiring against him, the burning heat sapped the energy from his already aching body.

The avenue stretched out into the familiar run up to the school and he pushed himself to his limits, attempting to make it on time. Precious seconds ticked by as he bounded by the chattering people, his teeth gritted in determination.

I'm not doing detention again... His mind hissed vehemently as he virtually skidded around the fenced entrance that led to the spacious school. Another Saturday in school wasn't good for his record with the parents; it'd just lead to another weekend locked up in his room. Scratch that, the basement. His dark green army styled shirt flapped behind him, various safety pins and badges glittering in the sunlight and his braid entwined around the tense strap of his bag as he came to an abrupt stop, falling into a crumpled heap at the bottom of the steps. Ragged gasps floated from beneath a mane of braided chestnut.

"…Holy…shit…"

The violet-eyed teen managed to roll over, lying spread-eagled on the warming concrete as other students picked their way over him. He forced a half-hearted grin at their curious expressions and flung an arm over his face wearily, the other massaging his worn diaphragm gently.

… Bloody hell… that was one helluva run…

A barely tied boot slipped off one foot as he drifted into an uncomfortable doze, a heavy stream of thoughts running through his head.

I gotta talk to him, I can't leave it like this. I just had to go and not say anything. The one time it really counted, I went and kept my big mouth shut! A small grin played over his face, … and he can blow things up, why can't I get a power like that? Damn this stupid body, I need to find him…

"Well well well, if it isn't the scum of the Earth." A snide voice interrupted.

… Why can't I get a power like his?

Duo cracked an eye open grudgingly, scrutinising the newcomer. A tall form of a teenage boy loomed into view, clad in loose black trousers and tight fitting silky shirt with a vivid jade dragon contrasting on the midnight hue of the shirt. It crept gracefully up the torso, winding its tail elegantly around the sleeve. His gaze moved up to see a smirk adorning the other teens oriental face, his raven hair pulled into a neat ponytail.

"If it isn't the shit-head himself." Duo deadpanned, waggling his fingers in greeting. "Hey Wu."

Wufei grimaced at the endearment from his slagging buddy. "It's Wufei, or your majesty if you please." He retorted mischievously, prodding Duo sardonically with a toe. Duo slapped the foot away playfully.

"Feei" he whined, curling into a foetal position, "I'm tender, I bruise easily."

"Whatever Maxwell," he snorted, throwing his hands into the air. "What're you doing on the ground anyway… not that being sprawled across the path seems to be somewhat fitting for you…"

Duo shrugged, not bothered with revealing the real reason behind his current dwelling. "Saw Christine, late for school, ran long way, fell." He abbreviated.

Wufei looked at his watch. "You're ten minutes early."

The pile that was Duo convulsed with a reaction of some kind and a furious head snapped up. "I'm what?"

"Ten minutes early." Wufei repeated unblinkingly, used to Duos exaggerated airs. The amethyst-eyed boy slapped his forehead in frustration as he sat up awkwardly, leaning back on a hand.

"You mean I nearly gave myself a heart-attack so I could be early?! Aaww shit!"

He clambered to his feet moodily, dusting off the ass of his cut-offs. Wufei's smirk broadened.

"Serves you right, get out of bed on time and stop messing around in future."

"Hey I wasn't messing around I'll have you know."

"Really." It was more of a statement more than a question as the Chinese boy stared at Duo pointedly.

"Yes really," he answered snappishly, "blame it on Trent and his dumb jock friends. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got someone to talk to."

He paced off around the corner, leaving a baffled Wufei in his wake. The bleachers were probably a good place to find a lonely mutant, and if that failed, there were always the more obscure paths that students used for a quick cigarette.

Yeah, and I wonder whose fault it is that he's on his own. I am such a jackass.

The tarmac trail soon gave way to gravel as the bigger pitches loomed into view, a few students lounging around the tiered seats that lined the field before class started. There wasn't a single dark Gambit shaped thing sitting up there with the others.

Maybe he's on the path… I could probably check from the bleachers…

Duo jogged over to the whitewashed seats, bounding up them eagerly with a renewed energy. He perched on the top precariously, shading his eyes with an outstretched hand. There were blonds and brunettes, the occasional black hair, but no auburn. He felt a pang of disappointment.

He's not there

He slumped dejectedly on the seat.

"I'm an idiot."

He remained there for a few minutes, wallowing in a pool of self-loathing as one does, before a voice rang out from the sidelines. Duo squinted down, finding Heero and Trowa coming up to meet him. Heero plopped beside him, Trowa standing infront.

"You look depressed."

"Yeah. Have you seen Gambit? It's a bit urgent."

"No. Why? Had a little lovers tiff?"

"Ha, that's funny… no, it's just that I was attacked by Trent and his jock friends because of Sally, and Gambit, well… you know… " He gestured to his eyes, "He saw, and figured somethin' wasn't right in the gene department. And then he showed me his trick."

"Makes sense, the eyes give it away."

"I know Hee-chan, but the thing is that I kinda gave him the impression that I couldn't care less, and now I can't find him."

Heero pursed his lips. "Oh. What is his gift, just out of curiosity?"

"Kinetic energy. He uses those cards of his, charges them and then they explode once they hit something."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Useful."

A dull bell sounded in the background and Heero stood up.

"C'mon, class starts soon."

"But I have to find him."

"He'll probably be in registration."

"Fine. See you at break."

They made their way to the large building, waving over his shoulder at Heero who ran in the opposite direction to his class. Trowa drifted effortlessly through the bustling crowds to their own room, Duo quickening his pace to catch up… and possibly to find out if a certain someone was sitting in the class. They arrived at their base room, Duo looking apprehensively to where Gambit sat. The chair in the corner was empty and Duo cursed silently to himself. He wove between the desks to his place and flopped down clumsily, Trowa taking his seat with a little more style.

"You're bound to see him sometime today."

"I wanna see him now." Came the muttered reply.

Trowa sighed. "Patience is a virtue."

"Which I do not possess. Tro, you should know that by now."

The final bell rang, signalling that all students should be in their respective rooms by now, and the remaining teens trickled in. The low buzz of chatter grew louder as the groups were herded in by an impatient man. He ran a hand through his ginger hair, a small frown present on his handsome features.

"Can I have silence?"

The talking continued, the students apparently not fazed in the slightest. The teacher rolled his blue eyes.

"Please."

If anything, the volume increased challenging his authority. He took the bait, his brow creasing angrily.

"Shut up NOW!"

His outburst effectively silenced them and he beamed at the class.

"Now that that's cleared, Good morning!"

A few non-committal grunts answered him.

"Not good enough, c'mon I want to hear it."

He cupped his ear expectantly, the other hand indicating more. There were a few stifled groans as the class pitted all their enthusiasm and energy together.

"Good morning Mr. Kushrenada." They chorused monotonously.

The teacher sat behind the desk, shaking his head despondently as he picked up a pen.

"Ah, school spirit has truly died here. And away with the formalities, call me Treize."

"School spirit is dead 'cos it's shit here." A small voice retorted.

Treize opened the register to the correct day.

"No need for profanities Otto." He admonished without even looking up.

Said person spluttered, turning an interesting shade of beetroot red.

"How'd you know it was me?!"

Treize looked up and smiled sweetly. "I didn't, but you just told me. Okay, is Kyle here?" He continued swiftly, ignoring an embarrassed Otto.

"Yup."

"Sarah?"

"Here."

"Rebecca."

"Here."

"James."

"Yeah."

He deftly ticked off the names, mentally checking the students he saw earlier.

"Alright… Duo."

"…Mm 'ere."

"Get your head off the desk Maxwell, school just started. Trowa?"

"Here."

"Remy? New student, eh?" he mused, looking up when there was no answer. "Does anyone know if he's in?"

A brief silence followed and Sarah raised her hand timidly. "What does he look like?"

Treize laughed in disbelief. "You don't know what your fellow classmates look like? Oh, I'm ashamed. Okay, will someone kindly inform Ms. Woods of our missing comrade?"

"Isn't he the dude with the… jacket and, umm… the eyes."

"Well done Mr. Sloane, you've successfully ID'd half of the schools population. Be a little more eloquent." Treize rolled a hand. "Continue."

The latter blushed. "Um, he's got browny-reddy hair-"

"-What we call auburn." Treize interjected, drawing out the word.

"-yeah, auburn hair and he wears this long jacket-"

"-trench coat perhaps?"

"-He wears a trench coat and, umm, boots." He finished lamely.

"Aren't we a fountain of observancy? My God, you're useless. I only hope Ms. Woods gathered more information from that than I could. Well, could you?"

He redirected his gaze to the brunette who shifted shyly in her seat.

"I think so."

Rebecca tapped her on the arm surreptitiously. "No, you do know who he is, remember? He's the one with the really cute…" she trailed off, realising most attention was now focused on her.

Treize clasped his fingers together, chin resting on top of them and raised his eyebrows in interest.

"A 'cute' what, may I ask?"

Rebecca smiled unabashedly. "If you can't already guess, I'm really surprised."

"Oh him!" Hilde swung around, a little slow on the uptake, "He is so hot!"

Rebecca giggled, bouncing in her chair. "I know! And that accent!"

Sarah nodded slowly. "I remember him, eyes are a bit weird though."

Hilde scowled at her. "They're contacts, hellllo. But omygawd, he is such a flirt!"

"Really?!" Rebecca squealed back.

"Please lower your decibel, it's killing me." Duo spat sourly from the muted confines of his arms. Hilde and Rebecca whirled around.

"Keep out of it weirdo."

The braided teen dragged his head off the table and stared blankly at Hilde. "Ooh, what a fiery retort. Makes me want to quiver in fear."

"Then why don't you?!"

"Because I couldn't care less." He mimicked in her indignant pitch.

She stuck her tongue out childishly, swivelling back to Rebecca. "Anyway, yeah, he's such a charmer! I have this friend who said that he really likes her and he's all over her all the time!"

Duo narrowed his violet eyes, his fists curling angrily around the end of his braid. "Pray-tell, how can he be all over someone when he's only been in the school one day?" he sneered.

He also carefully chose to ignore the fact that he only knew Gambit for the same amount, and was now experiencing the fledglings of jealously over a near stranger. Albeit, a gorgeous one.

Hilde smirked smugly. "Why don't you ask Christine?"

Duo stiffened at the mention of it. "What's that thing got to do with anything?"

"Hey hey, quiet down. I don't want fighting in my room!" Treize rapped on the table with his knuckles, fixing the arguing pair with a steady gaze. He glanced at his watch when he was satisfied there was silence and stood up.

"Alright, enough time wasted. So is there anyone else out besides Remy? No? Okay, have an enlightening day at school and stay awake Mr. Maxwell. I want to see that metallic face of yours everytime I'm in a ten-foot radius. Enjoy!"

He smiled broadly at the unconcerned class and sauntered out of the room. Duo waited until he was out of earshot before stalking up to Hilde, prodding her on the back to get her attention. The taller girl turned and glared down at the braided teen in disgust as she smoothed her clingy top.

"What?"

"What has that bitch got to do with him?!"

Rebecca joined Hilde at the hip, a scowl already marring her features.

"What have you got against Christine anyway? She's your sister and you can't even be happy for her!"

Hilde ruffled her hair, emphasising the height difference she had over Duo. "YeahMaxwell," she hissed, tweaking his bangs harshly, "Be happy that she's found someone, and not alone…" the corners of her mouth curved into a cruel smile as Duo pulled back, "…all alone just like you."

Purple eyes flashed, a bright flicker jumping from the depths.

"FIRST of all, IT is my adoptive sister- there's no way I'm related to it," he retorted pointedly at Rebecca, "And secondly, I have my real friends which is more than you'll ever have."

Hilde rolled her eyes, waving her hand arrogantly. "All two of them, aren't you privileged."

She flicked his nose, catching the silver hoop. "Let's go 'Becca, I'm bored with the pin cushion."

"HEY!" he rubbed his nose furiously, the familiar lust for the fight emerging. The girls strolled out of the room amid a cloud of giggling chatter and perfume, completely ignoring the enraged teen. Trowa stepped up, barring his way, foreseeing a particularly vicious brawl looming ahead. He grasped Duos chin in his inexorable grip, forcing him to look up in to his emerald gaze. Heavy intakes of warm breath washed over his hand and glowing violet eyes twitching with malevolent energy glared back intently. Duo slowly raised a hand, clamping it in a vice-like grip around Trowa's wrist.

"Let go." His voice echoed dully in the empty room.

The lithe teen winced, feeling his bones creak, but retained his grasp none-the-less. "Duo, listen to me."

"Let go."