Before I go on with this fic, I'd just like to state that I am not being prejudice towards certain groups or stereotypes of people. The supposid 'rough guys' will be an entire range of people as the fic continues. If anyone feels offended by what is written, please let me know.
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"I can't believe we have to be in the same class as him for the rest of the year."
"I know. What if he tries to kill us or blow up the school or something?"
"I heard he was like this big time gang leader in Vice."
"Yeah guy. He like ruled the school."
"Holy shit. He trying to take over or something?"
That was the general atmosphere of the class. Everyone and anyone had their own little version of the boy. The main characters of this story, are no exception. The three who were in 3H, Duo, Meiran, and Trowa are currently sitting around the last one's desk discussing the situation.
Meiran: "Poor Trowa." *pats T's head* "You have to sit next to him for the rest of the year."
Trowa: "........" *swats M's hand*
Duo: "Damn. Just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. He looked like such a nice little kid."
Meiran: *laughs* "And he says people call him angel too. HA! What an oxymoron."
Trowa: *huffs* "........." *pulls out book and reads it*
Meiran: *wacks T's arm* "Why so quiet? You said more when blondie was around. Degenerating back into the man of two words?" *wiggles eyebrows*
Duo: *covers mouth trying not to laugh* "......"
Trowa: *slams book on table* "What is the matter with this school!? Everyone is saying Quatre's this, and Quatre's that." *throws arms up* "We don't even know the guy."
As Duo and Meiran were contemplating this, a pair of boys in the class came over to give their regards to the supposed victim of the year.
Clive: "Hey Trowa. I feel so sorry for you." *sits on top of adjacent desk*
Trowa: "You and everyone else in this god foresaken school."
Roy: "Woah. Somebody's grouchy."
Meiran: "Don't worry boys. He's been grumpy all day. Probably had to drink his sister's soup for breakfast."
Trowa: "How did you know?"
Duo: "You're always grumpy after soup."
Clive/Roy: *sweatdrop* "Yeah.......right..."
Clive: "Anyways. So what have you heard about the kid?"
Roy: "Some crazy rumours going around about him."
Meiran: "oooh!" *rubs hands* "Such as."
Roy: *sits next to M* "Well.....you guys know Iain right? That guy who hangs with Butch?"
Duo/Meiran: "Yeah."
Clive: "Well, Karl heard him telling Ross that what his name, Quatre? He's part of this biker gang and he sleeps with the leader or something like that."
Meiran: "Yeah right!"
Roy: *smacks Clive* "Tsk! That's not what he said you idiot! He's the leader's brother. The leader's sister sleeps with him!"
Clive: "That wasn't it!"
Trowa: *shakes head* "Broken telephone."
Duo: "Hold on. If he's the leader's brother, and the leader's sister sleeps with him, doesn't that mean he is sleeping with his sister?"
Roy/Clive: *blank look* "uh.......oh right! Yo. Sick guy!"
Trowa: "You are all imbecilies."
Duo: *gives T wierd look* "Damn. What does Catherine put in that sludge? Gun power?"
Trowa: *looks back at D* "You know what's going to happen? Quatre is going to come back here, hear all of you saying shit about him, and then he is going to kick all of your asses."
Meiran: "Hmph!" *crosses arms* "I'd like to see him kick my ass."
Roy: "Yes yes we all know that that's impossible o-powerful goddess of war Nataku."
Meiran: "You know it."
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Professor G: "Well well well. Mr. Winner. So nice of you to drop by and grace us with your presence."
Quatre: "You're welcome." *walks to desk*
Prof G: *takes off glasses* "Mr. Winner. You do know that by joining us a quarter of a year late and then skipping your first week of school with us doesn't do very much for your reputation or grade. The next term test is a week away."
Quatre: *sits at desk* "I'll be ready for it."
Prof G: "humph. How Mr. Winner? Our school is very strict compared to Vice. You will be severely punished if we catch you cheating."
Quatre: *puts feet of on table and leans back* "........" *pops bubble gum*
Prof G: *gives Q long glare* "Alright Mr. Winner. In honour of you coming here, why don't you come up to the board and solve this question?"
Several students started to snicker. This was Kronos' famous killer algebra course and they were half way through planar geometry. One heck of a tough unit. Earlier, the prof had spent a few minutes criticising the class because nobody had been able to solve this particular question for homework. Quatre stared at the blackboard, the look on his face showing exactly how impressed he was with the problem given to him. After a few more seconds of thinking, he put his feet back on the floor, and took off his jacket. Wearing the same black ensemble as before, except with a sleeveless black top, he swaggered over to the chalkboard.
Stepping up to the professor, Quatre gave him a pointed look. Not taking his eyes off the nervous man, he grabbed a piece of chalk from the box and moved to the middle of the board. After clearing his throat few times, he began solving the problem expertly explaining it as he went.
"Take the two points, use one to substitute and find the normal. Use one of the origin points, i, k, or j, which ever you like, to find the third, find the linear formula......"
~3 minutes of explanation later~
"....thus proves that the two planes are not equal but parallel. And that this line interects these two planes perpendiculerly and is thus, parallel to the normal."
Placing the chalk down, Quatre dusted his hands off and looked out to the class. Nobody said a word.
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Wufei and Heero had the most blank faces ever imaginable. Once they sat down at their usual table, Duo and Meiran began barraging them with every detail of period 2 to 3.
Duo: "And he totally told off Dr. J. Can you believe his nerve?"
Meiran: "Yeah. It was hilarious. I thought he was going to pop those goggles of his. Damn that boy is good."
Duo: "The kid like knows everything. Pure genious I tell you."
Wufei/Heero: *nod nod* "............"
Meiran: *smacks W* "Well say something!!"
Wufei: *rolls eyes* "Well what do you want me to say?"
Meiran: "How about....Wow. Or Hey that's really neat! " *glares at W*
Wufei: (deadpan) "Woooh. That's really neat."
Meiran: *smacks W upside the head* "Shut up nerdboy."
Duo: "Heero. You going to say something?"
Heero: *sighs* "Fine." *looks around* "Where's Trowa?"
Duo/Meiran: "Why do the both of you have to be so boring?"
Duo: "He's showing blondie around since he didn't exactly have a chance to explore on the first day."
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~Somewhere in the school~
Just like Duo said, Trowa is currently showing Quatre the sites of the school. It wasn't going very well mind you, the tour guide being less than enthusiastic and the tourist looking bored as hell.
Trowa: "And this the metal shop." *points* "Right beside is the woodshop."
Quatre: *yawns* "Uh-huh." *follows T down hallway*
Trowa: "Over here is the garage. We can actually bring in our own cars to fix if we have one."
Quatre: "........" *stares at door* *blinks*
Trowa: *looks at Q* ".........." *lets out little huff* "Moving on......"
They walked back up the stairs to yet another hallway. Several students were seated on the floor having lunch. The moment they saw who Trowa's company was, everyone visibly shrank back and pressed themselves against the wall. He spared Quatre a glance but the other boy seemed oblivious to everyone's reaction. The keyword being 'seemed'. Trowa knew that there was no way that the other boy could miss the more extreme attitudes from the student body. Being a popular guy, him walking down the hall would draw the usual hellos and casual conversations. But on a few such occasions, some of the girls came over to say hi, saw Quatre, muttered "Oh shit." then abrutly turned around and fled. Literally fled. Even the ice king felt that this was a little too much.
"And this is the music room."
Closing the door behind him, Trowa let Quatre take a look around. This was the first room that the other boy had taken an interest in, so he thought he might as well take this chance to really approach the other boy.
Trowa: *sits on conductor's desk* "So you like music?"
Quatre: "........I suppose." *pokes at piano's keys*
Trowa: "........." *kicks back at desk* "Hn. You talk less than I do."
Quatre: "Maybe you just talk a lot."
Trowa: "Heh. That's a first." *watches Q sort through music sheets* "Do you play?"
Quatre: "........."
Trowa: "..........." *waits*
Quatre: "......" *spares glance at T* "....yes. Yes I do."
Trowa: "What instument."
Quatre: "Doesn't matter."
Trowa: "Why keep it a secret?"
Quatre: "I'm not."
The two lapsed back into silence and Trowa couldn't help but feel that perhaps it was due to his poor interpersonal skills. Of course, the rumours that circulated and questions in his own mind didn't help to alleviate matters. On a certain level, he knew that the things said about this 'angel' infront of him wasn't true. But a small part of him couldn't rule out the possibility no matter how loudly his rational was yelling. As his mind continued mulling over things, the embroidered wings on the back of Quatre's jacket drew his attention. It pulled at his consciousness, almost setting him in a trance-like state.
Glowing aqua on black.
"....owa..."
So many wings. And that thing in the middle....what is it....
"Tr....."
It looks like a sword.....
"HEY BUTTHEAD!"
Trowa: *snaps out of it* "Wha....."
Quatre: "Welcome back the world of the living." *narrows eyes* "What were you looking at."
Trowa: "Oh. The pattern on your back. It's quite nice."
Quatre: ".........."
Trowa: "Listen." *jumps off desk* "You don't have to worry about how everyone is acting all nervous around you. It's just that you made quite a first impression on them and then skipped for.....a week. So, rumours have been flying around like crazy....you know how it is.
Quatre: "Yes I do. You finished?"
Trowa: "Excuse me?"
Quatre: *walks over* "Is this it or do we have somewhere else to go?"
Trowa: "....that's about it. Not a very big school."
Quatre: "Fine. See you later." *waves*
Trowa: "?" *squints* "You have wings on your gloves too?"
Quatre: *stops at door* "Yeah. Bye." *grabs door knob*
Trowa: "Where are you in a rush to?" *walks to door*
Quatre: *opens door* "Thanks for showing me around. Now stay away from me alright?" *steps out*
What the.......
"Quatre!"
Being a man with long legs, and more than adequate athletic ability, he caught up in no time. His new classmate however, didn't seem too happy about it.
Quatre: "Why are hell you following me?" *lengthens stride*
Trowa: *keeps up* "Why are you running away?"
Quatre: "Who says I'm running away?" *starts to trot*
Trowa: "What do you call what you're doing right now?" *points at Q's feet*
Quatre: *rolls eyes* "Urgh!" *stops, grabs T's collar* "Just stay away from me before I hurt you. Got it!?" *glares*
Trowa: *eyes wide in surprise* "........"
Quatre: *small sigh* "Look. I'm not some charity case that needs your friendship. Understand?"
Trowa: "What!?"
Quatre: "Che. Don't play dumb with me. I know what people like you do. You and your little posse of goodie goodies." *lets go of T's collar* "Whatever teacher told you to be my friend and steer me on the right path can kiss my ass and you, are officially relieved of your duties." *pokes finger at T's chest*
Trowa: "I'm not doing any charity. I just want to get to know you."
Quatre: "Hn!"
Without warning, Trowa suddenly found himself slammed into the lockers. The ring of the abused metal echoed down the now dead silent hallway.
"Fuck off Barton. You don't want to be on my shit list."
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boy: "You've got some guts Trowa pissing off that thing."
girl: "Oh Trowa. We'll all protect you from that thing don't you worry."
Trowa: This is so pathetic.... *covers ears* "........."
Duo: "What the hell did you think you were doing picking a fight with him?"
Trowa: *looks up* "I didn't. pick. a fight. with him. Duo."
Meiran: "Well then why the heck did he try to kill you?"
Trowa: *looks perplexed* "He didn't try to kill me!"
Roy: "He slammed you into a locker hard. You're lucky."
Trowa: "Where the hell did you come from?" *smacks head on desk*
Clive: "Hey. If I were you, I'd stay away and I mean far away from that guy."
Meiran: "He's right you know."
Trowa: "Meiran....."
Meiran: "I hear Butch is on the loose. And he's going after him."
Trowa: "Butch!? Why?"
Duo: "Boy's causing alot of ruckess. Stealing his attention. I don't know."
Trowa: *sigh* "Fine. I'll treat him like an epidemic. Happy?"
Meiran: "We're only saying this for your own good. Why do you care so much about him anyways?"
Trowa: "I didn't say I cared."
Duo: "Oh yeah. There's the denial of the year." *rolls eyes* "Look. That boy is just not our type. I don't know what he is, but he does not live up to his nick name. So you get your mind off that cute little thing. He's not one of your favourite cuddly furocious man-eating animals."
Trowa: "Hey. That tiger is usually very friendly. It just thought that that rope you have attached to your head was its plaything alright?"
Duo: "Augh. Play thing?" *points at hair* "And you dare call my hair, a rope? Boy you are going down so hard..."
Meiran: *yanks D's braid* "Break it up. Look at it this way Trowa. Butch is someone even we don't want to mess with. And he's after pretty boy. Okay? End of story. I don't understand why you're being so nice to him anyways. You're never nice to anybody else."
Trowa: "I'm nice."
Duo/Meiran/Clive/Roy: "HA!"
Trowa: "Whatever. He just more interesting than all you people."
Everyone in the class turns to stare accusingly at him in silence.
Trowa: "Well he is."
Besides, he reminds me of someone.
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"SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! Did you hear!????"
"What? What happened!?"
"Butch got destroyed!"
"Yeah right!?"
The hottest gossip of the moment. The resident bully, toughest guy in the area, leader of the most feared gang, the Bulldogs, had been annihilated in his own territory. Stupid as the name may seem, they made a very intimidating group. Everyone had a spiked collar around their necks and wrists, and most had a tattoo of a bulldog on their arms. It was a gang that required initiation, and lets just say it was hard to get in. Almost all the bulldogs were big huge tough guys that could snap your typical highschooler in two. The members weren't limited to the people of Kronos either. Members exist in practically every part of the city, one of the reasons why they were thus feared.
~Class 3D~
"I heard Butch got his arm broken."
"No it was his leg."
Wufei: "........" *deep breath* "What is with everyone lately? If it isn't about one person, it's about another."
Heero: "Butch is down. That's big news."
Wufei: "Hn." *crosses arms* "So who took him out?"
Heero: "No idea. But I hear they're not from around town. Diabolos or something."
Wufei: *raises eyebrow* "Really."
Heero: "You know what the biggest question is now."
Wufei: "Yes. Nataku has been going about it for a while. There's going to be some major fights going on soon. Everyone wants to be the new big boys."
Heero: *crosses arms* "Even the principle is getting edgy. She wants us to try and keep order."
Wufei: "What!? When did that happen?"
Heero: "Une called Duo to the office this morning and layed down the news."
Wufei: *shakes head* "Urrrrgh. Bitch!"
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Luckily, the people of X did care for their education and calmed down somewhat as the threat of the dreaded term tests neared. Today was the day infact, for the killer exams and everyone showed up. Even the bulldogs who were still wrapped up in bandages and casts, were in attendence that day.
~Class 3H~
"Good luck everyone!"
"Goodluck."
"We're going to die!"
"Shut up and pray!"
"Goodluck!"
<<thrumph>>
The entire class fell silent at the sound of the door sliding open. The first test for them was Algebra and professor G looked especially uptight today. He dumped the huge stack of exam papers onto the table, then took out his glasses. Everyone swallowed as they were five minutes away from start time.
Prof G: "Alright class. You can relax for a second while I take attendence. Don't forget to breathe." *take out pen* "Barton. Belliveau. Chang. Chow. Curk......."
~2 minutes later~
"Stoiko. Valan. Winner. Zeplin. Alright. Oh wait. Winner. Has any seen Mr. Winner."
<<silence>>
Prof G: "Hn. Figures. Mr. Winner absent and zero on the test....."
"I'm right here."
The crowd erupted with noise at the surprise visit. Angel had actually showed up on time. At least, almost on time. Nonetheless, he was here in........some of his old glory. The usual black was interupted by white bandages on his arms and legs. His walk held a little less attitude and his eyes seemed dead and tired.
Prof G: "Hello again Mr. Winner. It's been...what....a week again."
Quatre: "Yeah I guess." *slumps into desk*
Prof G: "Are you going to be able to take this test or should I even waste the paper."
Quatre: *fake smiles* "Can it old man, I've had a rough week."
Prof G: *pushes up glasses* "Well it certainly looks like it."
Quatre: *slouches in chair, looks over at T* "Hey."
Trowa: *nods* "Hi."
Prof G: "Mr. Winner it will be no use trying to copy off Mr. Barton. We are quite aware of his abilities and keep a close eye on ALL his neighbours."
Quatre: *chuckles* "Ha. hahha. His abilities eh?" *holds out fist to T* "Well we'll just see about that now won't we?"
Trowa: "......." *looks at fist* "What's that suppose to mean."
Quatre: *scrunches nose* "You've never heard of props guy? Damn you are a nerd."
Trowa: "No. I just didn't know if this was a sign that you were going to hit me or not." *touches fists with Q* "Being slammed into a locker isn't something I'm use to."
Quatre: "eh yeah well." *turns back to prof* "Can we start already?"
Prof G: "Hn. You have 1 hour people."
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~4:00 pm End examinations~
A collective sign rang throughout the school as everyone got up to stretch and rest their brains. It had been a long day.
"Thank god that is over."
"Let's go party."
"How about Karaoke?"
"Let's go get some food. I'm starving."
Up near the front of the class, Duo and Meiran gathered, probably planning on where to go for some rest and relaxation. Reaching up to stretch himself, Trowa looked sideways to see how Quatre had faired. He didn't know what he was expecting, but what he saw brought a slight smile to his face.
The other boy was acting just like the others, opening his mouth wide in a tired yawn and reaching for the sky in a well deserved stretch. He didn't have that air about him that automatically told everyone to stay beyond a one metre radius. Aqua eyes were warm and friendly, and his golden hair glowed from the sunlight shining on him.
Trowa: "So. How did you do?" *leans back stretching back*
Quatre: *twists in chair cracking back* <<kiku>> "Ahhhhh. I killed it. That was the easiest thing I've ever taken."
Trowa: *raises eyebrow* "You thought that was easy?"
Quatre: "Why? You thought that was....." *yawn* "..hard?" *blinks couple times*
Trowa: "Well no. It's just that I thought..."
Quatre: *leans on arm* "Eh-huh you thought I was an idiot right?"
Trowa: "No. Of course not. I knew you were smart."
Quater: *laughs* "You should see that look on your face." *gets up* "It's like I accused you of stealing cookies or something."
Trowa: "What!?"
This time, Quatre started cracking up at Trowa's look of the utmost confusion. Unknownst to him however, was that the entire class of 3H had stopped to witness this hysterical fit of giggles. Everyone was surpised that he actually laughed. And it was a real laugh.
Quatre: "Grab a mirror and I'll show you."
Trowa: *mock glares* "........" His smile looks very nice.
Quatre: *dissolves into laughter* "hahahahhahha. Oh damn. You're wierd. In a cute....adorable sort of way."
Trowa: "You should smile more. It looks nice on you."
Quatre: "Aaaaaah whatever." *hoists bag on shoulders* "See ya around." *pats T's shoulder*
Trowa: "Hold on." *grabs bag, goes after Q* "You want to go grab a bite with the rest of us?"
Duo/Meiran: *over hears T* "Huh?"
Quatre: *walks over to D/M* "Don't worry." *adjusts backpack* "I'm not interested." *waves*
Duo: *turns to T* "What was that?" *points at Q's back*
Trowa: "What."
Meiran: "You're inviting him to dinner with us now? What are you crazy?"
Trowa: "According to my psychologist, I'm quite sane."
Meiran: "He just cracked a joke." *feels T's forehead* "Do you have a fever? Or is this world coming to an end?"
Duo: "I don't know Nataku. I have a feeling a giant meteor is going to crash down on us in the next hour or so."
The three grab their things and make their way out of the classroom. Heero and Wufei met up with them in the hall, and the group headed towards the main gate. It was a beautiful sunny day outside, a welcome change to the tense filled atmosphere of the school. A sudden shout caught their attention. Up near the entrance gate, a crowd had already formed creating the typical barriar surrounding a potential fight. The group rushed ahead and people made way to let them see. Being the leaders of the school had their advantages. All five almost dropped their bags. The newly formed X, had just surrounded the newly hospitable angel.
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guy: "See we're just here to inform you of our little group called X. And to tell you that you should pay your respects. I'm Jack. The leader."
Quatre: *smiles* "Hmmmm........Jack. How nice for you." *turns to leave*
Jack: "Hey we're not through with you yet 'angel'!"
At the mention of the name, Quatre stopped in his tracks. He stood there for a second, then turned his head sideways to glare at the boy behind him. Friendliness gone, the aqua blues burned like ice.
Quatre: "I'm in a good mood right now. Don't ruin it. Get lost. Before I do something."
Jack: "Oh yeah well what are you gonna do?" *looks around at his boys* "Come on lets see. Show us."
Quatre: ".........." *huffs* "I don't think so."
Jack: "What are you, too prim and proper to take us on? Come on Angel. Lets see you flap those chicken wings."
Quatre: "..........."
<<Vrroooom Vrooom vrooom vroooooom>>
Before they knew it, about 30 motorcycles rode in and started gatherining infront of Kronos' gate. Almost every make, from harleys to kawasaki ninjas, to the ZII, the bikes formed a huge half circle behind the short blonde boy. Turing to face Jack and his circle of lackeys, Quatre ran a gloved hand through his hair.
"I have a prior engagement today. No time to deal with you. But if you want, I can have one of my boys show you around."
Raising his hand in the air, Quatre snapped his fingers. About 4 seconds later, a slighted bandaged but still very strong, tall and intimidating Butch stepped into the circle. Taking a moment to glare at X as he passed, the giant man took his place a little ways from the blonde in the middle.
Quatre: "Butch. Do you know these boys?"
Butch: ".......not as far as I remember."
Quatre: "Hn." *closes eyes* "Very well. Get to know them a little better."
Jack: "Hey look wait a second...." *starts backing up*
<VVRRRRRRUUUUMMMM>>
Two bikers rolled over a sleek,customized CBR600F4 and handed Quatre a black helmet. They said something to each other but the roar of the 30 engines drowned out what ever they were saying. Eventually, the two guys turned around and signaled the others to take off. And it wasn't until those two turned around, that the crowd saw the flaming devil on their backs with red letters reading Diabolos.
Completely freaked and in a total state of shock, Jack didn't even notice Quatre stepping up to him until it was too late. He scrunched his eyes shut, expecting to be hit and was surprised by the soft brush across his cheek. Jack opened his eyes to find icy clue orbs drilling into him.
Quatre: "Not everyone can summon the Angel." (whispers) "Be careful what you ask for." *twists Jack's ear* "Understand?"
Jack: "Ow!" *raises hands* "Yeah I get it." "OW!" "I get it I'm sorry."
Quatre: "........good." *lets go* "Butch. Shut them up for 2 hours." *put on helmet*
Butch: *cracks nuckles* "My pleasure Angel."
Without sparing them a second glance, Quatre jumped on his Honda and sped off with about 30 other bikes following behind him. Back on Kronos, the bulldogs had gathered and are about to get themselves some chow.
Jack and his pack of X by now, had degenerated into nothing more than a bunch of jocks shaking in their booty.
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Jack: "Shit man. Is that guy an Angel or a Devil!?" *about to wet himself*
bulldogs: "You weren't paying attention kids."
X: "Wha....?"
Butch: "This angel has 8 wings."
