Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ What Happens When You Pull Duo's Braid in Gym Class ❯ Chapter 1

What Happens When You Pull Duo's Braid In Gym Class

Warnings: implied shounen ai, jock dissin'

Setting: Yet another high school.

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters belong to Mixx Entertainment, Koichi Tokita, the SOTSU Agency, Sunrise, Kodansha and anyone I may have forgotten, not to me. I make no money off of this.

Duo leaned back against the bleachers, stifling a groan. "Man, bad enough we gotta put up with gym class, but do we have to wear these stupid outfits?"

Quatre sighed and put his head in his hands. "At least you don't look so bad in yours. I'm really too small for this kind of clothing."

Trowa smiled sympathetically at him. Quatre was right, the white oversized shirt hung nearly to his hips and the black shorts were just above his knees, plus the sneakers seemed a size too large, although he hadn't had any trouble moving around in them. The whole ensemble just made him look even more childlike than usual.

"You look fine," he reassured him.

"Really?" Quatre looked up hopefully.

Trowa nodded and bent down so only they would hear. "I think you look cute like this," he whispered.

Quatre immediately beamed and sat back up straight.

One row above them, Wufei groaned and crossed his arms. "Explain to me again why all of us are needed on this assignment."

Next to him, Heero shrugged. "The base we must sneak into is larger than usual, and we all just happened to be in the same area at the same time."

"Hey, you five!" the coach suddenly called from across the court. There was another group of boys in front of him, part of the football team, all showing off their new jerseys and cleats.

Duo, out of habit, put on his best innocent look, pointing to himself as if to say Who, us? We aren't doing anything wrong!

"Yeah, you guys! Get over here! It might be raining outside, but we can still do something inside!"

With a group sigh of exasperation, they all stood up and started over. Duo put his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Y'know, Heero, if you'd just put the smoke bomb in the air conditioner vents like I'd asked, we wouldn't be doing this now."

"Hn."

The jocks smirked when they saw the five boys, each of them fairly thin or even small for teenagers. The only ones that seemed worth any consideration were the tall one with the hair in his eyes and the Chinese one. The blonde one and the kid with the braid seemed too effeminate to be taken seriously, and the last one had no real muscle on him.

"Hey, coach, you sure you wan' us to take these guys on?" one player asked. "We might end up crushing them."

Duo muffled his snicker after a particularly vicious look from Heero.

"Quit yer crabbing," the coach snapped. "All right, listen up. We can't play football 'cause the balls are out on the field for tonight's game, and since a couple smart asses decided to deflate the basketballs and volleyballs--"

A few of the players started to chuckle.

"--and these same guys tossed the baseballs into the highway--"

The laughter got considerably louder.

"--we'll have to use the frisbees."

From the back row came a muted whisper "damn, knew we forgot something."

"Frisbees?" Duo wondered.

"You've never heard of frisbee football?" the coach asked. "What kind of school did you go to before?"

Duo visibly bristled at the derisive remark. "Catholic."

"Oh...uh...anyway," the coach recovered nervously, "frisbee football's kinda like regular football, only there are fewer rules and you use a frisbee instead of the ball. You can't run with the frisbee, you can only throw and catch it. Goal is to get it into the opposite endzone."

Quatre's eyes sparkled as he stared over the court and considered the rules. "That shouldn't be too hard..." he murmured low so only the pilots could hear him. "Wufei should stay on the end and catch, Duo and I can intercept, and Trowa and Heero will be the best to relay..."

Five minutes later, each of them had a black strip of cloth hanging from their arm, while the five jocks had red bands. Wufei grimaced at the frivolous accessory. "Is this truly necessary?"

On the other side of the court, the football players gathered around and began to yell and screech.

"What are they doing?" Quatre asked. "They sound like howler monkeys."

"Building themselves up mentally," Duo answered.

"They need it," Wufei snapped.

Duo folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Um, can I ask you guys a favor?"

"What?" Heero asked.

"Look, I know we're supposed to blend in right now, but can we totally beat them at this? I mean, not let them get any points at all just to make it look like a fair fight?"

"Those guys really got you, huh?" Quatre asked.

Duo nodded sullenly. "But it's not just that," he sighed.

"You're still upset one of them yanked your braid in the locker room," Heero said with a knowing look.

"It hurt," Duo defended himself.

"I see no reason to hold back," Trowa said suddenly.

"It would be justice," Wufei added. "And enjoyable."

Heero thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right."

Duo grinned, amazed that Heero would agree to it.

Heero noticed his shock, and a vague, shadowy hint of a smile played at his lips for just an instant. "No one pulls your hair but me," he whispered.

Quatre grinned and began to tell each pilot where to position himself for maximum efficiency. "And remember, once you catch the frisbee, you can only move to throw it."

The coach came out into the center of the court and held up a fifty-cent coin. "Okay, new kids call it!" he said, tossing it up into the air.

"Heads!" Heero said confidently.

The coin landed, spun a little, and fell flat. Tails.

As the jocks cheered, Duo leaned toward his koi. "Heero, I know you knew which way it would come up. Why'd you do that?"

"It'll be worse for them when we steal that frisbee," he said softly.

"All right, get ready," the coach said. He flipped the frisbee to the jocks, who were apparently used to playing this game.

"Go long," one yelled to another, holding the frisbee as he prepared to throw it.

"That's our cue," Quatre said. "Let's go!"

Trowa, Wufei and Heero took off into the enemy territory, although Heero and Trowa stopped before while Wufei halted at the end zone. Duo and Quatre spread out to the two ends of their side and waited. One of the jocks ran past them, turned and held his hands up just as the other player threw the frisbee. The blue disc spun lazily across the court, on a straight course to the receiver, until Duo suddenly lunged and caught it.

"What the hell!" the surprised receiver yelled, running towards the braided pilot.

Duo grinned at him and threw it perfectly to Quatre, who relayed it to Trowa. His aim was just a tad high, but the tall pilot still caught it easily. Before any of the other players could react, Trowa had tossed it back to Wufei, who snapped it up in one hand before tossing it back to the coach.

"Touchdown!" the couch cried. "See, team, that's the kind of teamwork I was telling you about!"

The football players glowered at the gundam boys.

"Other team gets the ball now," the coach said, flipping the frisbee back to the players.

"All right, we don't go easy on them anymore," one of them growled. "Fan out."

As they spread across the court, Duo and Quatre exchanged knowing glances. Both of them knew about bigger kids trying to take down the smaller ones. Two jocks ran by them, trying to knock them over, but while Quatre ducked, Duo used the player's outstretched arm as a beam to flip over and land on his feet. He stuck his tongue out at the offending player as he darted away. Quatre, however, spotted the frisbee as it flew towards them and snagged it in one hand. Three larger players immediately surrounded him, cutting off his clear shot, so he crouched down and flung it only a few inches off of the floor at Duo, who caught it just in time to see the same three players running at him. He hurried to throw it at Heero, but one of the jocks got in his way. He settled for aiming it upward at a high angle, so that it hit the ceiling and plummeted down.

Since it had gone out of everyone's sight, there was a scramble to find it first. Heero, however, had kept his gaze glued to the frisbee instead of watching Duo's antics, and ran to catch it. The only jock near him saw him start running and went after him. Heero knew the larger player would be able to catch it before he did, so instead he leaped up above him, caught the frisbee in one hand, and threw it to Wufei all before he hit the ground again.

"Touchdown!"

"Woohoo!" Duo yelled, slapping a high five to Quatre and then explaining to him what a high five was.

Later on as class had only a few more minutes, the score was twenty to zero, and things were getting brutal. Twice now Duo had nearly been punched, Quatre had been tripped once, and Trowa had very nearly killed one of the players. Only when Quatre had assured him he was all right and that killing them would blow their cover did Trowa back off.

"I'll visit him while he sleeps," Trowa had whispered, though, leaving Quatre to figure out how he would calm Trowa down before that.

"Last one," the coach said, tossing the frisbee back to the players. "C'mon guys, just one goal! This is embarrassing!"

Duo grinned, ignoring the other team's hateful looks. "Hey, Quatre, after this, let's drag the guys down to the ice cream parlor!"

Quatre smiled apologetically. "Duo, some of us actually try to finish our homework."

"They have chocolate ice cream, with chocolate syrup and chocolate chips."

Quatre's eyes lit up and he grinned. "I'll bring Trowa!"

"Go long, guys, go long!"

They both turned their attention back to the game. Quatre easily caught the frisbee before the one jock nearby could, then tossed it over to Heero, who turned to--

Hmm...this was unexpected, he stared at the four players who stood between him and Wufei, not allowing him a clear shot. Trowa wouldn't be able to get it over their heads and at the right height for Wufei before the pack closed in on the lone Chinese pilot. Heero scowled.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked them.

"Whattaya gonna do, huh?" the team laughed. "We're gonna get it, no problem!"

Heero flipped the frisbee so that he was holding it overhand instead of underhand, then flung it as hard as he could directly towards them. Smoke appeared to trail from the sides and it made a strange whistling noise, much like a bullet. Boy, were they gonna get it!

"AAAAH!" the jocks screamed, jumping out of the way.

Fearlessly standing his ground, Wufei watched as the projectile cut across the court, then put his hand out and caught it, spinning once to take the shock out of it. He raised one eyebrow at Heero, as if to say You know, you really could blow our cover doing things like that.

Heero shrugged it off.

As the coach dismissed the class, Duo and Quatre raced ahead, giving their companions their best "come hither" stares before running back into the locker room. Trying not to appear too interested in front of the football players, Heero and Trowa settled for walking fast after them, and Wufei just smirked at the losing team. He dropped the armband in front of them.

"Next time, don't pull on Duo's braid."

The End