Title: Rivals 1/20?
Author: Canisa
Pairing: various for now, but leading to 1+2, my favorite paring! ^__^
Warning: shounen-ai, AU (no gundam!!!) a bit angst.
Note: The story is inspired from Adachi's "Rough" Acutally, I am going to follow some plot line ^__^ Please indulge the way I introduce my characters. Just be a bit patient as your favorite characters will slowly appear...
Chapter 1 - Omae o korosu
Alex Muller was a bully. With a malicious smile that often hung at the corner of his slightly crooked mouth, he stood 6 feet tall and was packed with 200 lb of pure muscle at the age of 16. Ever since elementary school, he had lived to terrorize anyone who was smaller and weaker than him, regardless of age. By the time he was in sixth grade, his name could even be heard in nearby high school. Therefore, when he finally entered high school, it only took him a fight with the gang leader on the first day of school to earn him the title of the new leader. And for that whole year, Alex was proud and powerful, having total domination over his peers for that first year.
And Alex intended to keep his monarchy that way for the second year as well.
Slouching against the front door of the school, backed by 20 plus people from his group, Alex yawned with disinterest, but his sharp eyes, well hidden underneath his baseball cap, was surveying the wave of newly arriving freshmen like a hawk hunting his prey.
Alex was not stupid. He knew how to survive and keep his status. In order to stay as the leader, Alex needed to make sure none would stand against him. In order to have total control, he needed to strike first so as to leave a lasting impression of his authority.
And the freshmen seemed to recognize Alex's authority. They carefully walked around Alex and his gangs, forming an invisible wall between them. They would either bow slightly, taking care not to make any eye contact with Alex's people or walk a bit faster than they normally would in order to pass the danger zone created by the gang.
As the morning bell started to announce the beginning of class, Alex smirked and laughed inwardly at his overly cautious behavior. He stood straight and removed his baseball cap and the group took the sign, starting to retreat behind him.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! I am late!!! Don't stop the bell!!!"
Alex widened his eyes as he felt a push from the back. The rough concrete mercilessly scraped his palms as he sprawled on the ground without the dignity of a leader. Angry fire emerged in his brown eyes as he quickly got back on his feet and glared at the offender.
"Oh man, sorry about that, didn't see you there." A small freshman (well, compared to Alex's 6 feet figure), muttered apologetically. Instead of showing absolute fear, which would have been appropriate, this tiny freshman only made a quick apology before he started to speed away.
Alex narrowed his eyes dangerously. He cocked his head slightly toward the boy's direction and one of Alex gang immediately reached and grabbed the boy's long chestnut braid, yanking him back with full force.
"Ouch! Whatcha do that for?!" The small boy protested as he was spun around to face his captor. His hand reached for the back of his head, rubbing off the pain.
"Little shit, watch where you going." Alex's man released his hold on the boy. He curled his fingers into a tight fist and swung toward the boy.
"Look man," Still not intimidated, the boy easily dodged the flying fist with a small movement. "I already apologized. Today is the first day and I am already late, let's do this later okay?"
Alex's man gritted his teeth, mistaken the boy's words as sarcasm. He cautiously spared a secretive glance at his leader and shuddered as he saw displeasure in his eyes. The man turned his full attention back to the boy. Without words, he lunched his attack. His fist aimed for the fragile soft bone of the boy's nose.
The boy sighed and easily grabbed the arm. He bent it into an awkward position, eliciting a pathetic shriek from the owner of the arm. "I don't have time for this... EEK!!!! The bell stopped. I gotta go!" The boy abruptly released the man's arm and pushed him backward. By buying himself a little bit of time, the boy turned and really speeded away this time. So fast that Alex's man could not grab him by his braid anymore.
Alex could not do anything except stared at the back of the boy stupidly. Suddenly, realization and anger overcame him like an avalanche. Out of blind rage, he backhanded his man who was unfortunately enough to be standing right next to him. He then stepped up, signaling the rest of his gang to go after the boy.
But it did not happen for Alex once again found himself sprawled on the ground the next second. This time, his face landed first on the ground. "God damn you little." Patient and composure lost, Alex tried to get up so that he could lash his anger on whoever caused his fall. But before he could even see and register who was standing before him, he felt a tight fist grinding against his stomach, knocking him out of breath. As he painfully bent over, he received yet another blow behind his neck. Alex didn't even let out a sound before he dropped on the ground with his consciousness already gone.
Alex's men dropped their jaws and watched yet another small boy, who was about the same size as the long-braided hair boy, take down their leader easily. The sight of a boy almost 2/3 that of Alex's size standing next to the huge fallen man was almost comical. But they withheld their laughs as they saw the lean muscle that barely hid underneath his green tank top. They involuntarily stepped back as the boy stepped away from Alex.
But the boy did not waste any attention on them. He pressed his dry lips into a thin line as he watched the retreating figure of the long-haired boy. A spark of hatred flickered in his cold blue eyes.
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"Well, well." The teacher of class A3 glared at the student, who was standing at the door, huffing and buffing from his marathon. "Duo Maxwell. How nice of you to finally show up."
Duo gave an apologizing face. He pulled back his messy hair that was dangling in front of his face and then cleared his throat. "Sorry, teach. It was my stupid alarm clock!!! It picked the wrong time to take a vacation so my father woke me up by pouring a big bucket of cold water down my shirt! My god, it was freezing cold. But I would have still made it if it weren't for the gang of people standing at the front gate. I bumped into one by accident!!! Seriously!!! It was an accident! I mean, how could I get through with so many people standing there and blocking the entrance!!! And then they got pissed, and I had to get physical to get away!" Duo paused, taking a breath. "I mean, teach, you are not going to punish me right? It really wasn't my fault!!!" Duo completed his rant with his big violet eyes.
The teacher only stared at Duo, speechless, for he was expecting a sheepish glance and not this. not this much talk!
Duo took the advantage of the teacher's momentary shock and slid into his chair smoothly. A grin surfaced on his face.
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"Maxwell! You dishonorable bastard. Where the hell were you? We were supposed to wait at the gate at 7:30!" The chinese student screamed. "We waited for you until the bell rang! I was almost late too, you know!!!" His black hair neatly pulled back by a small string. Veins could be seen popping out of his forehead as he yelled at his friend.
A blonde hair boy chuckled He placed his hand gently on the Chinese student's shoulder, not hard enough to be threatening but firm enough to allow the raging man to calm down. "Wufei, you should have seen how he looked when he showed up in the class. It was like he was trapped in the middle of a hurrican before he came to school!"
"You forgot to turn on your alarm clock." Another freshman quietly stated as a matter of fact. His brown hair slanted down half of his face, making him seem mysterious.
Duo grinned. "Trowa, you just know me too well!"
"Did the bastard get in trouble, Quatre? I hope the teacher made him stand in the hallway, with a sign saying ' I am late. Punch me' " Wufei snorted. But his eyes betrayed his words.
"Nope, unfortunately." Qautre smiled. "He got away as usual with his sweet talk."
Wufei rolled his eyes.
"Geez, such good friends I have." Duo pouted. "I will know who to call when I am in deep shit."
"Gymnastic try out is in 3 minutes." Trowa picked up his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He gave Quatre a quick peck on the cheek before he turned and left.
"Holy shit!" Glancing at his watch, Duo jumped. "Swimming team tryout started 30 minutes ago!!!"
Wufei threw a duffle bag onto Duo and pushed him to the direction of the simming pool roughly. "I hope you drown."
Duo grinned. "Not in a million years." He then hurried away with a big goofy smile on his face.
"Duo!! Don't forget we are meeting for dinner at 6 tonight." Quatre called out.
"Okay, okay!!" Not even looking back, he rushed toward the swimming pool.
Quatre and Wufei stood next to each other in silence. September breeze caressed their faces as they watched their friends heading toward their destination in silence.
"Why don't you just tell him?" Quatre suddenly asked. He reached for his backpack.
"Tell who what."
Quatre turned and studied the Chinese man's face closely. A few seconds of tense moment passed between them before his shoulder dropped and sighed. "Never mind, Wufei. We should go soon too if we want to make it to karate."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Wufei stubbornly stated.
Speechless, Quatre only shook his head in defeat.
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Duo quickly changed into his speedo siwmming suit. He hurried through his warming exercises by the pool before he jumped into the water. His braid securely rolled up and tied behind his head, surprisingly, was not a hindrance to his swimming. He easily swam 3 laps, trying to get the feel of his lean body in the water.
"Anyone else want to try out!?" With a clipboard in his hand, the swimming coach yelled. "I don't see any more names on the sign up sheet." His voice echoed in the Olympic sized swimming pool room.
"Wait!!!!" Duo surfaced the water immediately and swum toward the coach. "I was late, I didn't see the sign-up sheet."
The coach peered at the student. His face showed slight displeasure as he noticed a big lump of hair behind the student's head. "I don't know. I am only going to take 6 students. You have to be good." The coach, clicked the pen. "What's your name, kid?"
"Name is Duo Maxwell." Duo fixed his braid behind his head and adjusted his goggle. He got out of the water. He stood on his toes on the platform. His arms extended forward, getting ready to start his tryout.
"Okay." The coach jotted the name down. "Duo Maxwell." Then, the coach paused, staring at his own hand-writing stupidly. "Duo Mawell?" The coach shifted his eyes toward the student, who was not concentrating on the coach, but the water in front of him. "Duo Maxwell? THE Duo Maxwell?"
As the coach shouted unexpectedly, Duo lost his balance on his toes and fell into the water, causing a big splash. When he surfaced again, he spat out the water. "God, Coach, don't scare me like that!"
"You are Duo Maxwell?" The coach was now excited. "The one that got third place in the national swim competition this past month at the age of 15?"
"No. I was TIED for second place." Duo shrugged, getting back onto the ground. "But yup, I am Duo Maxwell." He tilted his head, trying to get the water out of his ears.
"My god." The coach almost jumped. "MY GOD!" He yelled to his assistant coach. "Sally!!! We gonna win this time!!! We finally gonna beat those snobby bastards at Epyon High!!!"
The assistant coach, Sally, was embarrassed as all students in the swimming pool room turned and stared at the coach. "Odin, not so loud."
"MY GOD!!" Not caring about the weird glances thrown at him, Odin grabbed Duo. "You are going to practice everyday. And you will win the regional competition. And then the national competition. And then the OLYMPICS!!!"
Duo grinned. "Hey coach, does that mean I am on the team now?"
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Alex Muller laid in the nurse office. Dazed. He had never been in the nurse office before and the smell of rubbing alcohol was annoying the heck out of him.
God damn. Usually, he was the one who sent people to the nurse's office.
And Alex was furious. He didn't even see the face of the punk who had knocked him out of consciousness. When he woke up, he was already neatly tucked into the resting bed. His men were nowhere to be seen.
Alex snorted. At least his men was smart enough to leave him alone. He would be smacking the hell out of them just to empty his rage.
Alex stared at the white ceiling. He hoped that his men were even smarter and were looking for the two freshmen from this morning.
And when they do find them, he would squash them like a fly.
Alex dug his fingers into the bed sheet as a malicious smile formed on his bruised face.
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Duo Maxwell let the shower run down his body freely as he cleansed himself to get rid of the strong chlorine odor from the pool.
The coach had really grilled him. Determined to mold Duo into a champion, the coach had made Duo swim far more laps than the other students.
Not that Duo minded. He was born to swim.
Duo stepped out the shower and dried himself with a towel. He then got another towel to wrap around his big mass of wet hair. It was then that he noticed another person's presence.
"Are you Duo Maxwell?" The boy in front of him asked him monotonously. His cold blue eyes pierced through the long-braided hair boy.
Duo stared at the intruder. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the handsome features of this man who stood only inches in front of him. He was in a green tank top that revealed his tone muscles. His blue jeans only accented his slender legs. Suddenly Duo felt hot. "Yup. I am Duo Maxwell." He gathered his famous grin. "What about you?"
"Heero Yuy."
"Hum. " Still only in towel, Duo quickly spinned around and unlocked his locker, taking out a pen and small notepad. "Heero Yuy. Nice name. Now, what is your phone number? You free this Saturday? I know there is a good restaurant around this area. How about a movie? "Planet of the Apes" looks pretty good to me. Man, I love the old version of it. I hope the new one is as good as the reviews say they are. But I think there is a new ending to it. God, I would love sci-fi movies. What do you think? "
"Omae O Korosu [1]." Not surprised at Duo's rambling, Heero flatly stated. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Murderer." Heero threw the word out menacingly before he turned and left the locker room.
"Wha.." Confusion clouded Duo's angelic face as he watched the gorgeous man walking away from him. "What the. What the fuck is going on today. Everyone wanted to pick a fight with me?" Mumbling to himself, Duo shook his head as he changed into his T-shirt. "But damn he was good looking." He loosened his hair and started to rebraid. "I mean, I understand why people in the morning tried to beat the crap out of me but this Heero Yuy. What the fuck did I do?" Duo finished his braid. "He could just reject me, he doesn't have to kill me right?" Stilling mumbling to himself, Duo slammed his locker closed. "Heero Yuy.Heero Yuy...Why does the name sound so familiar?" Duo paused and looked up in the ceiling as if it would help his memory. "Heero Yuy. Heero. Yuy..Yuy.."
Suddenly Duo froze as the realization hit him.
His backpack forgotten, Duo ran out of the locker room. Ran out of the school gate, down the blocks and entered his house.
"Duo, why did you come back so early? Didn't you have to meet your friends for dinner?" Duo's mother called out as Duo rushed upstairs, into his room, not even hearing the voice.
Duo kneeled and pulled out his storage box from underneath his bed. He frantically opened it and started to dig for the box he was looking for. When he finally found it, he opened it, revealing a stack of New Year postcards.
He spread the postcard on the carpet, arranging them from the oldest to the recent one, which was just this past New Year. None of the 10 postcards had a return address but they all had the same content. Though the handwriting improved from the old postcard to the newer one, Duo could recognize that they were all from the same person.
"So you are Heero Yuy." Duo muttered to himself in amusement as he stared at the postcards and read the content.
"Omae o Korosu, Murderer. Signed, Heero Yuy."
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"WHERE THE HELL IS HE!!!" Wufei screamed, almost pulling out his hair. Again, veins can be seen popping out of his forehead.
Quatre chuckled He placed his hand gently on the Chinese student's shoulder, not hard enough to be threatening but firm enough to allow the raging man to calm down. "Wufei, I am sure he has a good reason."
"..." Trowa has nothing to say this time.
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Note: 1. Omae O Korosu : most people know this, but just in case, it means "I will kill you."
TBC
Author: Canisa
Pairing: various for now, but leading to 1+2, my favorite paring! ^__^
Warning: shounen-ai, AU (no gundam!!!) a bit angst.
Note: The story is inspired from Adachi's "Rough" Acutally, I am going to follow some plot line ^__^ Please indulge the way I introduce my characters. Just be a bit patient as your favorite characters will slowly appear...
Chapter 1 - Omae o korosu
Alex Muller was a bully. With a malicious smile that often hung at the corner of his slightly crooked mouth, he stood 6 feet tall and was packed with 200 lb of pure muscle at the age of 16. Ever since elementary school, he had lived to terrorize anyone who was smaller and weaker than him, regardless of age. By the time he was in sixth grade, his name could even be heard in nearby high school. Therefore, when he finally entered high school, it only took him a fight with the gang leader on the first day of school to earn him the title of the new leader. And for that whole year, Alex was proud and powerful, having total domination over his peers for that first year.
And Alex intended to keep his monarchy that way for the second year as well.
Slouching against the front door of the school, backed by 20 plus people from his group, Alex yawned with disinterest, but his sharp eyes, well hidden underneath his baseball cap, was surveying the wave of newly arriving freshmen like a hawk hunting his prey.
Alex was not stupid. He knew how to survive and keep his status. In order to stay as the leader, Alex needed to make sure none would stand against him. In order to have total control, he needed to strike first so as to leave a lasting impression of his authority.
And the freshmen seemed to recognize Alex's authority. They carefully walked around Alex and his gangs, forming an invisible wall between them. They would either bow slightly, taking care not to make any eye contact with Alex's people or walk a bit faster than they normally would in order to pass the danger zone created by the gang.
As the morning bell started to announce the beginning of class, Alex smirked and laughed inwardly at his overly cautious behavior. He stood straight and removed his baseball cap and the group took the sign, starting to retreat behind him.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! I am late!!! Don't stop the bell!!!"
Alex widened his eyes as he felt a push from the back. The rough concrete mercilessly scraped his palms as he sprawled on the ground without the dignity of a leader. Angry fire emerged in his brown eyes as he quickly got back on his feet and glared at the offender.
"Oh man, sorry about that, didn't see you there." A small freshman (well, compared to Alex's 6 feet figure), muttered apologetically. Instead of showing absolute fear, which would have been appropriate, this tiny freshman only made a quick apology before he started to speed away.
Alex narrowed his eyes dangerously. He cocked his head slightly toward the boy's direction and one of Alex gang immediately reached and grabbed the boy's long chestnut braid, yanking him back with full force.
"Ouch! Whatcha do that for?!" The small boy protested as he was spun around to face his captor. His hand reached for the back of his head, rubbing off the pain.
"Little shit, watch where you going." Alex's man released his hold on the boy. He curled his fingers into a tight fist and swung toward the boy.
"Look man," Still not intimidated, the boy easily dodged the flying fist with a small movement. "I already apologized. Today is the first day and I am already late, let's do this later okay?"
Alex's man gritted his teeth, mistaken the boy's words as sarcasm. He cautiously spared a secretive glance at his leader and shuddered as he saw displeasure in his eyes. The man turned his full attention back to the boy. Without words, he lunched his attack. His fist aimed for the fragile soft bone of the boy's nose.
The boy sighed and easily grabbed the arm. He bent it into an awkward position, eliciting a pathetic shriek from the owner of the arm. "I don't have time for this... EEK!!!! The bell stopped. I gotta go!" The boy abruptly released the man's arm and pushed him backward. By buying himself a little bit of time, the boy turned and really speeded away this time. So fast that Alex's man could not grab him by his braid anymore.
Alex could not do anything except stared at the back of the boy stupidly. Suddenly, realization and anger overcame him like an avalanche. Out of blind rage, he backhanded his man who was unfortunately enough to be standing right next to him. He then stepped up, signaling the rest of his gang to go after the boy.
But it did not happen for Alex once again found himself sprawled on the ground the next second. This time, his face landed first on the ground. "God damn you little." Patient and composure lost, Alex tried to get up so that he could lash his anger on whoever caused his fall. But before he could even see and register who was standing before him, he felt a tight fist grinding against his stomach, knocking him out of breath. As he painfully bent over, he received yet another blow behind his neck. Alex didn't even let out a sound before he dropped on the ground with his consciousness already gone.
Alex's men dropped their jaws and watched yet another small boy, who was about the same size as the long-braided hair boy, take down their leader easily. The sight of a boy almost 2/3 that of Alex's size standing next to the huge fallen man was almost comical. But they withheld their laughs as they saw the lean muscle that barely hid underneath his green tank top. They involuntarily stepped back as the boy stepped away from Alex.
But the boy did not waste any attention on them. He pressed his dry lips into a thin line as he watched the retreating figure of the long-haired boy. A spark of hatred flickered in his cold blue eyes.
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"Well, well." The teacher of class A3 glared at the student, who was standing at the door, huffing and buffing from his marathon. "Duo Maxwell. How nice of you to finally show up."
Duo gave an apologizing face. He pulled back his messy hair that was dangling in front of his face and then cleared his throat. "Sorry, teach. It was my stupid alarm clock!!! It picked the wrong time to take a vacation so my father woke me up by pouring a big bucket of cold water down my shirt! My god, it was freezing cold. But I would have still made it if it weren't for the gang of people standing at the front gate. I bumped into one by accident!!! Seriously!!! It was an accident! I mean, how could I get through with so many people standing there and blocking the entrance!!! And then they got pissed, and I had to get physical to get away!" Duo paused, taking a breath. "I mean, teach, you are not going to punish me right? It really wasn't my fault!!!" Duo completed his rant with his big violet eyes.
The teacher only stared at Duo, speechless, for he was expecting a sheepish glance and not this. not this much talk!
Duo took the advantage of the teacher's momentary shock and slid into his chair smoothly. A grin surfaced on his face.
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"Maxwell! You dishonorable bastard. Where the hell were you? We were supposed to wait at the gate at 7:30!" The chinese student screamed. "We waited for you until the bell rang! I was almost late too, you know!!!" His black hair neatly pulled back by a small string. Veins could be seen popping out of his forehead as he yelled at his friend.
A blonde hair boy chuckled He placed his hand gently on the Chinese student's shoulder, not hard enough to be threatening but firm enough to allow the raging man to calm down. "Wufei, you should have seen how he looked when he showed up in the class. It was like he was trapped in the middle of a hurrican before he came to school!"
"You forgot to turn on your alarm clock." Another freshman quietly stated as a matter of fact. His brown hair slanted down half of his face, making him seem mysterious.
Duo grinned. "Trowa, you just know me too well!"
"Did the bastard get in trouble, Quatre? I hope the teacher made him stand in the hallway, with a sign saying ' I am late. Punch me' " Wufei snorted. But his eyes betrayed his words.
"Nope, unfortunately." Qautre smiled. "He got away as usual with his sweet talk."
Wufei rolled his eyes.
"Geez, such good friends I have." Duo pouted. "I will know who to call when I am in deep shit."
"Gymnastic try out is in 3 minutes." Trowa picked up his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He gave Quatre a quick peck on the cheek before he turned and left.
"Holy shit!" Glancing at his watch, Duo jumped. "Swimming team tryout started 30 minutes ago!!!"
Wufei threw a duffle bag onto Duo and pushed him to the direction of the simming pool roughly. "I hope you drown."
Duo grinned. "Not in a million years." He then hurried away with a big goofy smile on his face.
"Duo!! Don't forget we are meeting for dinner at 6 tonight." Quatre called out.
"Okay, okay!!" Not even looking back, he rushed toward the swimming pool.
Quatre and Wufei stood next to each other in silence. September breeze caressed their faces as they watched their friends heading toward their destination in silence.
"Why don't you just tell him?" Quatre suddenly asked. He reached for his backpack.
"Tell who what."
Quatre turned and studied the Chinese man's face closely. A few seconds of tense moment passed between them before his shoulder dropped and sighed. "Never mind, Wufei. We should go soon too if we want to make it to karate."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Wufei stubbornly stated.
Speechless, Quatre only shook his head in defeat.
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Duo quickly changed into his speedo siwmming suit. He hurried through his warming exercises by the pool before he jumped into the water. His braid securely rolled up and tied behind his head, surprisingly, was not a hindrance to his swimming. He easily swam 3 laps, trying to get the feel of his lean body in the water.
"Anyone else want to try out!?" With a clipboard in his hand, the swimming coach yelled. "I don't see any more names on the sign up sheet." His voice echoed in the Olympic sized swimming pool room.
"Wait!!!!" Duo surfaced the water immediately and swum toward the coach. "I was late, I didn't see the sign-up sheet."
The coach peered at the student. His face showed slight displeasure as he noticed a big lump of hair behind the student's head. "I don't know. I am only going to take 6 students. You have to be good." The coach, clicked the pen. "What's your name, kid?"
"Name is Duo Maxwell." Duo fixed his braid behind his head and adjusted his goggle. He got out of the water. He stood on his toes on the platform. His arms extended forward, getting ready to start his tryout.
"Okay." The coach jotted the name down. "Duo Maxwell." Then, the coach paused, staring at his own hand-writing stupidly. "Duo Mawell?" The coach shifted his eyes toward the student, who was not concentrating on the coach, but the water in front of him. "Duo Maxwell? THE Duo Maxwell?"
As the coach shouted unexpectedly, Duo lost his balance on his toes and fell into the water, causing a big splash. When he surfaced again, he spat out the water. "God, Coach, don't scare me like that!"
"You are Duo Maxwell?" The coach was now excited. "The one that got third place in the national swim competition this past month at the age of 15?"
"No. I was TIED for second place." Duo shrugged, getting back onto the ground. "But yup, I am Duo Maxwell." He tilted his head, trying to get the water out of his ears.
"My god." The coach almost jumped. "MY GOD!" He yelled to his assistant coach. "Sally!!! We gonna win this time!!! We finally gonna beat those snobby bastards at Epyon High!!!"
The assistant coach, Sally, was embarrassed as all students in the swimming pool room turned and stared at the coach. "Odin, not so loud."
"MY GOD!!" Not caring about the weird glances thrown at him, Odin grabbed Duo. "You are going to practice everyday. And you will win the regional competition. And then the national competition. And then the OLYMPICS!!!"
Duo grinned. "Hey coach, does that mean I am on the team now?"
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Alex Muller laid in the nurse office. Dazed. He had never been in the nurse office before and the smell of rubbing alcohol was annoying the heck out of him.
God damn. Usually, he was the one who sent people to the nurse's office.
And Alex was furious. He didn't even see the face of the punk who had knocked him out of consciousness. When he woke up, he was already neatly tucked into the resting bed. His men were nowhere to be seen.
Alex snorted. At least his men was smart enough to leave him alone. He would be smacking the hell out of them just to empty his rage.
Alex stared at the white ceiling. He hoped that his men were even smarter and were looking for the two freshmen from this morning.
And when they do find them, he would squash them like a fly.
Alex dug his fingers into the bed sheet as a malicious smile formed on his bruised face.
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Duo Maxwell let the shower run down his body freely as he cleansed himself to get rid of the strong chlorine odor from the pool.
The coach had really grilled him. Determined to mold Duo into a champion, the coach had made Duo swim far more laps than the other students.
Not that Duo minded. He was born to swim.
Duo stepped out the shower and dried himself with a towel. He then got another towel to wrap around his big mass of wet hair. It was then that he noticed another person's presence.
"Are you Duo Maxwell?" The boy in front of him asked him monotonously. His cold blue eyes pierced through the long-braided hair boy.
Duo stared at the intruder. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the handsome features of this man who stood only inches in front of him. He was in a green tank top that revealed his tone muscles. His blue jeans only accented his slender legs. Suddenly Duo felt hot. "Yup. I am Duo Maxwell." He gathered his famous grin. "What about you?"
"Heero Yuy."
"Hum. " Still only in towel, Duo quickly spinned around and unlocked his locker, taking out a pen and small notepad. "Heero Yuy. Nice name. Now, what is your phone number? You free this Saturday? I know there is a good restaurant around this area. How about a movie? "Planet of the Apes" looks pretty good to me. Man, I love the old version of it. I hope the new one is as good as the reviews say they are. But I think there is a new ending to it. God, I would love sci-fi movies. What do you think? "
"Omae O Korosu [1]." Not surprised at Duo's rambling, Heero flatly stated. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Murderer." Heero threw the word out menacingly before he turned and left the locker room.
"Wha.." Confusion clouded Duo's angelic face as he watched the gorgeous man walking away from him. "What the. What the fuck is going on today. Everyone wanted to pick a fight with me?" Mumbling to himself, Duo shook his head as he changed into his T-shirt. "But damn he was good looking." He loosened his hair and started to rebraid. "I mean, I understand why people in the morning tried to beat the crap out of me but this Heero Yuy. What the fuck did I do?" Duo finished his braid. "He could just reject me, he doesn't have to kill me right?" Stilling mumbling to himself, Duo slammed his locker closed. "Heero Yuy.Heero Yuy...Why does the name sound so familiar?" Duo paused and looked up in the ceiling as if it would help his memory. "Heero Yuy. Heero. Yuy..Yuy.."
Suddenly Duo froze as the realization hit him.
His backpack forgotten, Duo ran out of the locker room. Ran out of the school gate, down the blocks and entered his house.
"Duo, why did you come back so early? Didn't you have to meet your friends for dinner?" Duo's mother called out as Duo rushed upstairs, into his room, not even hearing the voice.
Duo kneeled and pulled out his storage box from underneath his bed. He frantically opened it and started to dig for the box he was looking for. When he finally found it, he opened it, revealing a stack of New Year postcards.
He spread the postcard on the carpet, arranging them from the oldest to the recent one, which was just this past New Year. None of the 10 postcards had a return address but they all had the same content. Though the handwriting improved from the old postcard to the newer one, Duo could recognize that they were all from the same person.
"So you are Heero Yuy." Duo muttered to himself in amusement as he stared at the postcards and read the content.
"Omae o Korosu, Murderer. Signed, Heero Yuy."
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"WHERE THE HELL IS HE!!!" Wufei screamed, almost pulling out his hair. Again, veins can be seen popping out of his forehead.
Quatre chuckled He placed his hand gently on the Chinese student's shoulder, not hard enough to be threatening but firm enough to allow the raging man to calm down. "Wufei, I am sure he has a good reason."
"..." Trowa has nothing to say this time.
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Note: 1. Omae O Korosu : most people know this, but just in case, it means "I will kill you."
TBC