Heero reached out and grabbed the taller youth’s collar and punched him squarely in the face, dropping him to the ground. Pivoting on his heel, he walked down the hall.

The felled young man scrambled to his feet, his face red from both the strike but also from the pressure of what felt like a thousand eyes staring at him from the school’s halls. He was about to go tearing down the hall after that punk Japanese kid but felt someone grab his arm.

“Dude,” Duo tried to reason with him, “when a guy’s fist moves that fast, it’s a good idea not to go in for another one.”

The young man shook off Duo’s hand and said with passion, “Fuck you, I’ll get him.”

It didn’t last long. He chased after Heero…and was knocked out cold with the second blow. Heero looked down at the unconscious boy on the floor as Duo strode casually up to the pair of them. Looking down at the young man lying on the floor, he smirked. “Warned ya.” Turning his gaze to Heero he asked, “Right, so…who wants to go report this?”

“I'm going to Bio,” Heero stated, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Right see ya there.” Turning now to Quatre, he grinned, “Hey, Quat…think you can handle this one?”

The shorter youth frowned. “Why can't you do it?”

Duo looked honestly apologetic as he raised his hands out to his sides. “You honestly think they'd believe a word I said?”

Quatre sighed. “…good point. Tell (teacher) I'll be late.”