Title:
Different
Part: Prologue 2/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Not telling ^^ (well okay I sorta am)
Warnings: School social structure generalizations (Goths vs. Jocks), angst,
Hilde POV
Hikaru's notes: I wanted to do a story about Heero and Duo from Hilde's stand
point, not as a potential lover but as a sister since I have yet to really read
one of those.
2nd Prologue
Duo was different since the day I met him. Even at six I could see that he
marched to the beat of his own drum, not just a different one.
When I first saw him with all that long hair done up in a braid, I thought,
"Who's that new girl?"
I was shocked to find he was a boy alright, what's more; his eyes were so blue,
they were almost violet. They were a far cry for my own definitely blue ones.
My own hair was pretty long back then too (although now it's shorter than most
boy's) but it was nowhere near the length of that boy's. Well, despite his
oddities, Duo and I became fast friends. Soon, we were getting into trouble I
would never have been apart of if it wasn't for him egging me on.
But while we were becoming the best of friends, Duo's mom and my dad began to
see "worthy qualities" in each other. So a couple of months after my
ninth birthday, Duo became the older brother (by one month) that I never had.
It was a beautiful fall wedding. Duo and his mother both shone with equal
brilliance that day. They were both going to be apart of a family again. It was
impossible to tell who was happier. Afterwards, I went to embrace my new
brother, and when he smiled, I got a glimpse of the great man he would become.
Things were picture perfect until Duo's eleventh birthday.
It was the second of June and the day was a promise of a mild summer to come. I
guess not everyone was happy with that idea because Duo's mother, Helen, was
hit and killed by a drunk driver in the parking lot of Walmart at
Duo was never the same afterwards. He never did talk about that day except to
say that his birthday wasn't on June 2nd, it was on July 18th, mine. Ever since
then, we celebrated our birthdays on that day. I think he changed it because he
felt guilty over his mom's death. Helen had been picking up his cake and a few
last minute birthday presents that day at Walmart.
Middle school passed and we grew closer, though Duo started to make less
friends. He started to define people as "preps" and
"outcasts." I asked what a "prep" was one day and he
answered, "A prep is a) a jock, b) student council official, or c) an
airheaded bimbo [1]. Basically anyone considered popular. You're a prep because
you fall under jock; you play soccer [2] and you play in the marching band. As
an outcast, I'm supposed to be you sworn enemy [3]."
The glare I gave him made Duo hastily add with a nervous laugh, "But of
course there are exceptions to every rule.."
So he became an outcast and after our first year of high school, he fit snugly
into the subcategory of "goth-border punk". Thus, he became slightly
unpopular [4]. The funny thing though wasn't that he was forced into that
position like so many of that stature, he chose it. In fact, he could have very
well been a prep. He'd beaten most of the basketball team on the court at one
time or another, even his charisma and quick wit would have made him a shoe in
for StuCo. Yet Duo didn't pick either choice. He picked "different."
But that's not where his story starts. Instead it starts a few years after Duo
decided to be different. The real story begins his junior year of high school
when he was forced to cooperate with a person that would change his life
forever.
[1] Okay, not all preps are bad. well actually they are. I know I've been
tormented by they more times than I care to count. So if you think Duo's
explanation is a little biased, well it is.
[2] Yes, I said "soccer." I'm American and because I'm American I'm
automatically correct. or so my father says. I think we're hypocrites, American
football sucks and we should just call "soccer" "football"
like everyone else in the world.
[3] This bit of "class" politics is very important in most high
school social structures. This will also be the main focus of Different. So
remember this line because that's how everyone at this (and unfortunately mine)
high school thinks. (I hate being popular, and I hate being unpopular what's a
poor girl to do. wait for college!)
[4] Cough, cough. (I love sarcasm).
Hikaru's note: Okay, please don't kill me for the prep comments. Remember there
are exceptions to every rule! And if you are a prep, them ya can't be all bad
cause you did read this afterall. (proceeds to kiss major ass). Besides, one of
my good friends is a jock-prep. Okay, I know where this story is gonna end up,
but it'll take me a while to get there cause Hilde's telling the story and I
didn't plan it from the point of view of a third person. However; I thought it
would bring more depth to the story, and miraculously, it has! Wahoo! So bear
with me as I try to write it. Pairs will become obvious, but if I tell now that
would ruin the story, so sit tight! Thanks for reading!