I own none of these characters. Please, don't sue.
This fic contains adult content, ooc, and yaoi. Please, read with descretion.
Special thanks to Nezumi and Lady Angelfiren for betaing.
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"Therapy Is Our Friend" Session 2
by plude
Duo threw on his coat and headed for the door, kicking himself for oversleeping as usual.
Of course, today was Saturday, and he was supposed to be able to oversleep. Unfortunately,
on Friday, he had gone and got himself stuck in this stupid therapy session thing with his
stupid antics. Well, beating himself up now wasn't going to help anything, especially since
he knew a certain blue-eyed, brown-haired beauty who would love to do it for him. He would
have skipped out on the whole thing, except then they would try and contact his non-existent
parents, and that would put the whole mission in danger.
#I hate being late to classes. Everyone always turns around and stares at you as you walk
in the door.#
Which was exactly what everyone was doing. And then the realization dawned on him exactly
*who* ‘everyone' was. He had to cover his mouth to keep from giggling.
Mr Powell addressed Duo as he entered the room. "You're late Mr. Maxwell. Please, tell the
class, *what* is so funny."
Duo couldn't believe his eyes. "*They* aren't from our school."
"Mr. Maxwell, we took students from all the local schools for this special program. Come
in, and sit down. I was just about to have everyone introduce themselves."
Duo did as he was asked, for once, as Mr. Powell started his little speech.
"Hello Class. I am Mr. Powell and this is my student volunteer helper."
"Hi, my name is Quatre Raberba Winner, but you can call me Quatre." *blushing and smiling
brightly*
Duo was having trouble believing all this. #He *chose* to come here?! Ahh... There's
Trowa. No wonder. It's sad really. Everyone knows except him.#
"Ok, now class we are each going to stand up and introduce ourselves and say a little about
ourselves. I'll start. My name is David Powell, and my favorite flavor of ice cream is
vanilla. Mr. Winner, why don't you go next, and then we will go around the circle."
Duo was starting to have trouble sitting still and began to fidget with his braid. #Man,
this guy really is duller than dirt.#
"My name is Quatre and I really like herbal tea." *smiles*
#My name is Duo and I like blowing people up for fun.#
"Mr. Chang, you're next."
#Oh this should be good!#
"My name is Wufei Chang, and I think it is an injustice that I have to be here!" Wufei
plopped back down in his seat in annoyance.
Duo noted how Heero was wearing something a little different than his normal attire as he
stood up. He was wearing a long-sleeved green turtle neck that the sleeves were way too
long on and his normal long jeans. Something about the outfit struck Duo as peculiar. He
just couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't like the perfect soldier to wear
something so oversized. It looked untidy, and sleeves that long could get in the way.
Hadn't Heero gotten onto him for that before?
"My name is Heero Yuy, and I like forest green." Heero sat back down calmly.
#Wow, that was informative! Looks like it's my turn.#
"My name is Duo Maxwell, and I agree with..." *grins* "What was your name? Wuffie? Wu Wu?
Wufei? Ah yes. I agree with Wufei! This is all a crock of shit!!!" Duo grinned and
plopped back down as Wufei and Heero gave him dirty looks.
"Mr. Maxwell, we are not to use that kind of language here."
Duo's grin broadened.
Mr. Powell announced that it was Trowa's turn, and Quatre blushed.
"My name is Trowa Barton, and I like animals." Trowa sits down impassively.
"Well, now that we've all introduced ourselves..."
Duo's face displayed a sadistic grin as he interrupted Mr. Powell. "You forgot Jason,
Mam.... I mean sir." *points to an empty seat*
Heero swore to himself that he should have killed Duo the day before.
Mr. Powell's face displayed a look between fear, confusion, and annoyance. He finally
decided that Duo really could be that nuts and played along. "Jason, it's your turn." *looks
to empty seat*
Duo fell out of his chair laughing.
Heero struggleed to keep his composure. #Gods, I could kiss... kill that baka!!! Kiss?!!!#
Quatre giggled slightly, and Trowa and Wufei remained impassive. Poor Mr. Powell just
looked confused. At about that point, a buzzer went off.
"Class, that means it is time for your individual evaluation therapy sessions. Then we will
all meet back here for another more in depth group therapy. Mr. Winner will be having one
as well, so that we might all feel more comfortable with him."
Quatre blushed, and five therapists entered the room, leading the boys off in separate
directions.
Laters, plude