This fic is for Nezumi! ^_^ *glomps*
I own none of these characters. Please don't sue. I am a poor starving comic book artist.
This fic has been beta approved by Nezumi. ^_^
Contains yaoi and adult content.
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"Therapy Is Our Friend" Session 1
by plude
Heero was starting to really get a headache. Not only did he arrive at school today to find
the obnoxious pilot of 02 also using this school as a cover, but now, the school counselor
had just come in and announced that all the new students were to report to the commerce area
to take a self esteem test. Heero could care less about self esteem and even less about
following the-way-too-happy counselor to the caf. He was even more pissed off to see Duo
already sitting there and waving to him. He gritted his teeth and did the best he could to
ignore the baka. The tests were passed out.
"Hello class! I am Mr. Powell, your school counselor."
"Hello, Mr. Powell!!!" Duo proclaimed in his brightest voice.
All the other students laughed, except Heero.
Duo tried his best not to laugh as he read the first question.
_Do you, or have you ever used drugs?_
Heero gripped the table almost hard enough to break it as he heard pilot 02 start to giggle.
"Oh!!! Oh!!! Miss.... I mean Sir!!!" Duo yelled while raising his hand and almost jumping
out of his seat.
"Yes, Mr. Maxwell?"
"Does this first question include medication?!"
"No, are you on some form of medication?"
"No, I was just curious!" *snickers*
All the other students in the room started to laugh, except Heero, as the now slightly
irritated school counselor told Duo to take his seat. Duo did so while still giggling.
That was it. Heero struggled to remain in his chair. The braided one must die.
Duo took great notice to the fact that he was really irritating both the counselor and
Heero, which made him want to be obnoxious all that much more. So, he jumped to his feet
and raised his hand once again.
"Ooo!!! Ooo!!!"
"Yes, Mr. Maxwell." *through gritted teeth*
"What is "self esteem"? Oh, and while I'm up, what is MAS-TUR-BAT-ION?!" *giggles*
The rest of the room, excluding Heero and the Mr. Powell of course, joined him in his
laughter.
#That's it!!! Pilot 02 isn't *that* important to the mission! Omae o korosu, 02!!!#
Duo was promptly taken to an empty classroom where he was told to just answer the questions
as best he could. Mr. Powell then went to watch over the other students. Duo looked around
the empty room as a huge grin spread across his face.
Heero was really starting to have a hard time with these questions. A lot of them were very
personal, and he didn't even know what some of them meant. He was so close to slamming the
damned test down and walking out.
#Shimatta!!! What the *hell* does how many friends I possess and how often I masturbate
have to do with my sanity?!!! I am perfectly sane! Omae o korosu, Mr. Powell!#
Heero started to peek at the boy next to him's test about the time Mr. Powell reentered the
room.
Mr. Powell walked up behind Heero.
"Eh-hm!"
"Busted!" One of the students from across the room yelled.
"It looks like *someone* will need to be taking our self esteem counseling."
#Oh dear Gods! Not that!!! $#%$#@!!!# Heero was not pleased.
"Don't look so worried, Mr. Yuy. Therapy is our friend."
#Omae o korosu!#
The bell rang and Heero headed to his next class to see the braided one stealthily exiting
it. #What's that baka up to?#
His question was answered as he walked into the classroom to see the formula for nuclear
fusion written up next to an extremely large hentai diagram on the chalkboard.
#That baka's going to endanger the mission!# Heero started to erase frantically only to be
walked in on once again.
"Mr. Yuy?! That is not an appropriate...blah... blah..."
##@$#@%!!! Death is too nice for pilot 02!!! Torture!!! Yeah!#
Duo casually walked into the classroom while trying to hide his amusement. Heero gave him a
patented death glare. Duo couldn't help but snicker. So, he put both hands over his mouth
in an attempt to muffle his laughing.
The middle of class was interrupted with a knocking at the door. The teacher, Mr. Johnson,
opened it to see the office clerk holding a yellow slip. She handed it to him and took off
down the hall to finish her deliveries.
"Duo? Duo Maxwell?!"
Duo's eyes widened. "Hm?"
Mr. Johnson handed him the yellow slip. Duo took his seat and looked it over. #$hit!!! I
am to report to counseling tomorrow! Argh!!!#
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"Hey man you know I'm really ok! The gun in my hand will tell you the same!" ~~~ Offspring: "Bad Habit"
Laters, plude