Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), others to be named

Rating: NC-17, probably

Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon

The Elements



Heero stared out the window of the back seat of the car. It was another year, and he and his brothers were going to another school, a boarding school. Even the name of the school sounded stuffy -- Shady Oaks Preparatory Lyceum for Boys. Heero sighed.

"Oh, cheer up, little brother," Rafe said. He scooted over closer to Heero and gave him a one-armed hug. "I know you miss your friends at the old school, but we *had* to move on. You know that. Besides, with your good looks and dark humor, me and the guys will have to beat boys off of you with sticks -- again."

Heero laughed at this. The image of his brothers beating *anyone* with sticks was too funny not to laugh at. Sure, the triplets -- Rafe, Leif, and Eric -- were big guys, but they were too sweet to ever seriously hurt anyone. He smiled up at Rafe -- even sitting down, his 6'4" brother towered over his 5'6" frame. "Thanks, Rafe, I need a good laugh."

Heero turned his attention to the front of the car, toward Leif, who was driving. "How much longer until we get to our new school?" he asked. "I'm kinda tired."

Heero groaned when Leif answered that they would arrive at their destination in approximately three hours. He turned back to the window, and was about to lay his head against the glass, when Rafe unbuckled Heero's seat belt and pulled him to lean against him.

"I'm a good pillow," was Rafe's only explanation.

Heero admitted that he, indeed, was a good pillow as he wrapped his arms around Rafe's waist and drifted off into slumber.

***

Duo Maxwell was mad, angry, *livid*. He had been going to Shady Oaks for eleven years, and for eleven years he had had a room to himself. Now, at the start of his junior year, he was going to have a roommate.

Duo stalked around the room -- the room that *should* have been his alone. He picked up a picture frame and hurled it at the wall.

He *needed* his own room, damnit! He didn't know how to live in such close quarters with anyone. Duo walked over to where the frame had landed and picked it up. It was unbroken. As soon as he set it back down on his dresser, there came a knock at the door.

'Great, just great,' Duo thought. 'My roomie's here.' He plastered a huge grin on his face, and went to open the door.

***

Heero looked at his new roommate. He was nervous because this was the first time he had roomed with someone other than one of his brothers. Stupid school with their stupid "one grade to one floor" rule. He licked his lips and held out his hand -- the one that wasn't holding his suitcase -- to shake his roommate's.

"Hi I'm --"

"I know who you are," the boy said. "Heero, right?" Heero nodded. "Well, then, who's that?" The taller boy pointed behind them.

Heero turned to see Rafe carrying his trunk to the room. "Oh, that's just my brother, Rafe. He's a senior, so he's living on the senior floor, in a triple with our brothers." Heero turned to help Rafe, but Rafe told him he could handle it; besides, they would look ridiculous if short little Heero tried to help giant Rafe.

Heero admitted that they would look pretty silly, and instead stepped out of Rafe's way, so he could bring the trunk into the room. He looked around the room; it had two twin beds -- side by side -- two closets, two desks, and two dressers. There was a green rug on the hardwood floor between the beds. A quick check into an extra door confirmed to Heero that the room had its own, private bathroom.

"Hey, Heero, where do you want this?" Rafe asked, pulling him away from his inspection of the room.

"Umm...," Heero had to think. "At the foot of the bed?"

Rafe nodded. He set the trunk down at the foot of the bed on the right, the one under the window. The other one had already been made, and Heero assumed that his roommate had already chosen that one.

Heero thanked Rafe for helping him, and Rafe left, saying that Leif and Eric would kill or at least seriously maim him if he left them to carry in his huge mound of stuff. Heero laughed at this, and said goodbye to his brother.

He shut the room door and turned around, startled when he found his roommate -- who was at least six feet tall -- standing right in front for him. "Yes?" he asked warily.

The taller boy took a step back, and grinned at Heero. "I just realized that I never introduced myself." He stuck out his hand. "Duo Maxwell."

Heero shook his hand -- again. Duo moved out of his way and he went to his bed to unpack. He was opening his suitcase when Duo spoke up again.

"You know," he started, "you don't look old enough to be a junior."

"Hn," Heero replied. He didn't know where that grunt came from; he just got shy around strangers, and when he got shy, he clammed up. Heero forced himself to elaborate on his "answer," so that Duo wouldn't think he was blowing him off. "I'm not actually old enough. I mean, I skipped a grade, and I was barely old enough to even be in that grade. I just turned fifteen."

"Oh," Duo said. If Heero listened hard enough, he could clearly hear the "Great. Not only do I have a roommate that I don't want, but he's a kid," but he didn't like listening in on people's thoughts, so it came through kind of fuzzy.

Heero understood why Duo didn't like him, even though he himself had never disliked anyone. He knew what it was like to be put in a situation he didn't want to be in -- was in one right now, in fact -- but he hoped the two of them could become friends. Duo seemed nice. Plus, he was kind of cute.

Selune