- baseball--
After that little showdown with Duo, Mr. J somehow managed to regain his class and moved on with his agenda. Quatre, however, never really paid any attention to Mr. J. Not that he needed to. Instead, Quatre studied Heero, who was now taking notes in his neat and perfect handwriting. Looking at Heero's handsome face, Quatre felt a stab in his heart. It was a shame that he would never see Heero smile again. Not after that incident three years ago....
Three years? Had it really been that long?
Quatre mentally shook off the horrible memory. But he still couldn't control his fast breathing and pounding heart. That was a terrible terrible day. Images of Heero bathed in blood ran through his head like carousel. Scenes of Heero lying in the hospital bed hooked up with machines and tubes still haunted him in his dreams. It was a miracle that Heero survived. But the cost was too much. Oh.. it was too much. It was as if someone had taken the old Heero away and replaced with this doll. He ate. He slept. He even excelled in everything that was expected of him. Sports and academics were like a breeze to Heero. But sadly, this doll lacked emotion. It was a passive doll that never cried, never laughed and never angered.
Until now. Quatre had finally caught an emotion on Heero's face.
Amusement.
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"Match is this afternoon," Wufei carelessly tossed Quatre his wallet after they walked out of the class. "You mind getting us some snack?"
Quatre caught the wallet effortlessly. "Sure. Chips?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Yuy, you want something?"
Shaking his head lightly, Heero carefully opened his locker and retrieved his fencing equipment.
"Quatre, buy this skinny bone something anyway. He hardly ate anything for lunch. I don't want him to collapse in the middle of the match." Wufei also open his locker next to Heero. After he grabbed his equipment out, Wufei slammed the locker closed.
Quatre suppressed a chuckle. Who would have thought that this Chinese boy who rant about justice all day was actually a mother hen? Quatre knew how much Wufei cared about Heero. He was almost too protective of him. Christ, the reason that they had to transfer to this school was because Wufei had beaten up this girl... what was her name? Relena? Anyway, the girl did nothing wrong except gotten too obsessed with Heero, following them everywhere and glomping Heero all the times. Heero, on the receiving end, did nothing. Like the walking zombie he was, Quatre suspected Heero never noticed the girl's existence. Finally, the justice boy lost his patience when the girl crossed her line. Tired of being ignored, Relena confronted Heero in front of his locker. Frustrated by Heero's passiveness, the fool pushed Heero, causing the boy crushed into his locker. Wufei was furious. With a swift motion, Wufei stepped in between Relena and Heero and simply punched the poor girl in the middle of the busy hallway, sending her flying and hitting against the other side of the lockers. Poor girl. Quatre sincerely hoped that girl did not have to spend too much time on the hospital bed.
"Sure Wufei, I will try to get something healthy for Heero. See you later." Quatre gave a smile and turned around, heading toward the school parking lot.
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As usual, Duo got his detention. Bored, He sat in his chair with only two legs of the chair on the ground. With his feet on the desk, Duo rocked the chair back and forth; his eyes staring at the ceiling and his long braid trailing on the ground. Chewing his gum carelessly, Duo thought about spitting out his gum to see if it would stick to the ceiling.
"Yo, Maxwell, you have another piece of gum?" A boy whispered from Duo's back.
Responding to the small noisy, the teacher, who was unfortunately enough to have to stay after school to look after these delinquents, lifted up his head annoyingly.
Duo shrugged at the teacher. He turned around, handing the boy a piece of gum and turned back but noticing that the teacher was still staring at him. Duo paused for 2 seconds and then plastered a big grin on his face. "You want one too? Teach?" His voice was almost too cheerful.
The teacher rewarded Duo the deadliest glare he could give.
Duo shrugged at the teacher again and then turned his attention back to his ceiling.
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Their school lost the match miserably. Even with the Wufei and Heero's perfect victories.. well.. the only victories that they received, their school simply could not compete against the other school. Quatre unconsciously took a mental note. Wufei was not going to be in a good mood today. He better cooked some good Chinese food tonight to appease the man's fury. Heero, on the other hand, didn't seem to care too much about it. Quatre watched him packed up his equipment systematically. Heero's face did not show the disappointment and the anger that he had seen on Wufei's face.
Quatre sighed. He remembered how excited he was when he heard that Heero had agreed to join the fencing club with Wufei for the first time in 3 years. He had thought that maybe the activity would at least open up Heero a bit. Maybe it would give him a sense of belonging. To give Heero something to fight for. But a month had come and gone and there was no improvement on Heero.
Quatre had always gone to Heero and Wufei's match whenever he did not have his own debate team meeting. Wufei was an excellent swordsman. He mastered all kinds from western fencing to ancient Chinese style. It was no wonder that Wufei had taken the title of the captain only a few weeks after they had transferred to this school. Heero was no less than Wufei. In fact, Quatre suspected that Heero was perhaps even a little bit better than Wufei. But there was no way for Qautre to find out. Unlike Wufei who always took on a more aggressive action, Heero was always on the defensive stand. Qautre had never seen Heero taking the first move. He would often stand facing the opponent without even bringing up his sword. His lack of aggression often either angered the opponent or fueled the opponent's false confidence. Either way, Heero allowed the other to strike first, which was the biggest mistake the opponent would make in the match. For Heero was fast. Before the sword would even touch him, Heero already brought up his weapon and the match was over with Heero's sword against his opponent's protected chest.
Today was no different.
Quatre waved at his friends and waited for them to come to him.
* * *
Finally the clock on the teacher's desk beeped. Before the teacher announced the ending of their suffering, most students were already rushing toward the door.
Duo Maxwell was not one of them. He brought his feet down to the ground. He picked up his backpack and threw it across his shoulder effortlessly. The backpack was light for there weren't any heavy textbooks. There were some pencils and scratch papers but that was about it. The backpack merely served as a symbol that he was a student.
"Yo Maxwell, we are having a baseball game after, you want to come?" a boy suggested.
Duo paused. He peered at the clock in the classroom. 5:00 pm. Was the fencing match over?
"Sure." Duo shifted his backpack to his other shoulder. His hands were in his pocket.
"Great. Barton is coming too. Old place, one near the parking lot."
"Got cha." Duo grinned at the boy and strolled out of the room.
* * *
"Quatre, I had to meet with the teacher about our next match. You guys go head without me." Wufei hurriedly handed his equipment to Quatre. "The combo is 36 3 24." Seeing that Quatre nodded in understanding, Wufei turned and faced Heero. "Good match today, Yuy." With that, Wufei turned and walked toward the office.
"Wufei was right. You were really good." Quatre smiled at his friend. The smile didn't elicit any emotion from Heero. Quatre was not surprised.
After they locked up the fencing equipment, Heero and Quatre walked in silence toward the student parking lot. Quarter stole a peek at his friend. 2 hours of match did not seem to wear Heero down.
"Hey pretty boy." Appeared from nowhere, Treize stopped the two in the courtyard. He was followed by a group of other football players.
Quatre tensed but he managed to squeeze a diplomatic smile. "What do you want, Treize." Wufei, you better get here soon. Quatre silently prayed.
"Oh, not much...." Treize gave a malicious smile. His hunger eyes turned to the Japanese boy, peering up and down on Heero's body.
Quatre calculated in his mind. All he needed to do was to take down Treize. That way, the others would be shocked or even hopefully ran away. Now, how could he take Treize?
"Saw the match, Heero, you were pretty good." Treize stepped a bit closer. He voice husky and sexy. "You looked damn good in that tight fencing suit."
Heero's eyes were on Treize. But he looked past Treize. He did not seem to acknowledge Treize's presence. The same way he ignored that girl from last school.
Misunderstanding Heero's lack of reaction for fear, Treize took a step further. "You look even better in green tank top and that sexy black spandex."
Quatre mentally groaned. Wufei had always hated the way Heero dressed after the match. He always said that Heero would attract too much attention. And Wufei was right! Quatre mentally kicked himself, regretting that he defended Heero. He had said that the fencing suit and the mask were too hot and Heero just needed the air now. Damn it. Now this was backfired.
As if he did not want to afraid his prey, Treize slowly approached Heero.
Quatre made up his mind. He would break Treize's hand first and then he would swipe the man down, hopefully breaking another couple bones. Deceptively small and weak, Quatre had mastered the art of Jujitsu, turning other's attack to his advantage. Capturing the attacking arm or leg, Quatre would only have to put some pressure on the joint and bend it the wrong way to snap the bone. Lethal and not much energy is utilized.
Suddenly, Quatre felt his hand bounded by ropes. Turning around, Quatre was shocked to discover that he failed to notice ANOTHER group of Treize's man enclosed behind him. Now they had him captured. Quatre cursed at his lack of concentration.
Reluctant to tear his eyes from the seemingly fragile prize, Treize spared a quick look at Quatre. "My men has their eyes on you too."
Quatre's eyes widened. By this time, his hands were tightly bounded behind his back. Quatre was not a strong man. He could not break away from this by brute force.
As a football player lifted up Quatre and placed him on his shoulder, Treize seized Heero as well, who was still passive. Treize chuckled. He placed his hand underneath Heero's chin and lifted it up. Heero's cold blue eyes stare into him. Treize was lost in the beauty of Heero. He moved closer to Heero and captured Heero's mouth. Treize bit down Heero's lower lip. Treize kept his eyes open, looking for Heero's response.
Heero's eyes were also open. But there was no response. Not even a wince.
Frustrated, Treize forced Heero's mouth open with his tongue and plunged into Heero's warm cavern. As his tongue was exploring the exciting wetness and warmness, his hand pulled out Heero's tank top, which was tucked in the spandex 2 seconds ago. Still kissing, no.. still ATTACKING Heero with his tongue, Treize allowed his hand went under the tank top shirt, feeling Heero's tight muscle. Treize let out a pleasure groan.
Quatre had already lost his diplomatic attitude. Picked up by Treize's man and forced to face the other way, he was kicking and screaming. "TREIZE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? LET........."
Before Quatre could finish his screaming, Quatre felt the man under him tensed and fall to the ground. Quatre was thrown on the ground as well. Confused, Quatre struggled to stand up and when he faced Treize, he was treated with the scene of the most pissed off Treize. Though his filthy hands were still on Heero, Treize had broken off his kiss and was looking furiously down at the fallen man. Quatre traced Treize's eyesight and saw that there was an object at the pit of the fallen man's stomach. Quatre looked closer.
It was a baseball.
From the baseball field near the parking lot came a cheer. "HOMERUN!"
Quatre tore his shocking eyes from the baseball and turned his attention to the baseball field, which was a good 400 feet away.
Quatre recognized Duo Maxwell, who stood at the batter's box. He carelessly tossed the baseball bat on the ground. He looked at Treize for a short 3 seconds and then turned to his friend and mumbled a couple words. His friend nodded and left. Few seconds later, the friend returned with a megaphone. Duo took the megaphone and put it in front of his mouth. "HEY MAN!" He shouted cheerfully into the megaphone. "You mind getting us back that ball. That was our only ball."
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