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G Boys: Part 1

"Well, young man, your transcript is commendable. Your transfer from the Barton Academy into Gundam should present very little difficulty. I am sure you will adapt quickly. Lady Une will show you to your dorm. You will be rooming with Quatre Raberba Winner."

The boy nodded curtly, his smooth olive features impassive. Recognition flickered rapidly across his otherwise flat emerald green eyes at the mention of his new roommate's prestigious name. "Thank you, Headmaster Khushrenada."

An attractive woman with soft brown hair appeared to escort him through the halls. She gave him some background information on the school and pointed out areas of importance as she led him to the boys dormitory. He listened intently but his eyes darted across the paintings and tapestries hanging on the walls, the classrooms, the myriad students and faculty, absorbing it all and filing it away in his brain.

Lady Une led him to the fourth floor of the building. They found themselves in a recreational area with several tables and couches, a television, and a small kitchenette. They turned a few corners until they came to a little foyer with four doors. Lady Une pointed to one door and indicated it was the bathroom. She knocked on a door numbered 4-3L.

A muffled voice called out. "Just a moment, please!" Lady Une smiled gently. The door was opened, revealing a short blond boy with sky blue eyes and dimples due to his smile.

"Good afternoon, Lady Une. How are you?" the boy said cheerily.

"I am well, thank you, Mr. Winner. Your new roommate had arrived. This is Trowa Barton."

"Hi! I'm Quatre! Nice to meet you," the blond said, shaking his hand.

"Hello," Trowa replied. "I'm honored to meet you."

Quatre laughed, but it as a sweet laugh without malice or ridicule. "Thanks. Come on in, Trowa. I've got a half hour before my next class; I'll help you get settled in if you like."

Lady Une bid them good afternoon and Quatre quietly shut the door behind her as she left. Trowa examined the room carefully. Two decent sized beds, two large desks, two desk chairs, two bureaus, all made out of sturdy wood and metal. The coverlet on what he presumed was Quatre's bed because of the books strewn across it was a sunny yellow. The other bed had a red and white quilt.

"I hope you don't mind the quilt. If you don't like it I can put it in the closet. One of my sisters made it."

"It's fine. I like red," Trowa said.

Quatre helped him unpack his trunk, which had been brought to the room while Trowa met with the headmaster. The private school had a dress code, but no formal uniforms were worn except for special occasions and ceremonial functions. Quatre made space in the small closet for some of Trowa's things.

"Well, I've got to get to class now. I'll be back in an hour or so. If you need anything, feel free to go next door and ask. Wufei's in his room right now, I think, and Duo should be back really soon. He's in the room across the foyer. I'll give you a proper introduction to everyone at dinner." Quatre paused on his way out the door. "Oh, and if you hear a lot of banging around in a few minutes, don't worry, it's just Duo. He's really, um, noisy sometimes."

Trowa raised an amused eyebrow. Quatre shrugged.

"He's super American. What else can I say."

Trowa waited until Quatre had been gone a full ten minutes before he twisted a brass knob on his trunk, popping open the secret compartment at the bottom. He took out a long, flat cherry wood box, tracing the carved pictures and runes with a long delicate finger. He opened the box with a small silver key and gazed at the twin braces of throwing knives inside. He checked each blade thoroughly, then locked the box, put it back into the hidden compartment, locked the trunk, shoved it to the foot of his bed, and draped a thin blanket over it. He smoothed the cloth over the trunk and stepped back to examine his handiwork. He nodded. Everything was in order.

"Hey, Quatre-bean!" Duo Maxwell raised a hand and waved to the short blond boy halfway across the cafeteria. The dark haired boy sitting beside him rolled his eyes. "What? Heero?"

"You're too loud. And his name is just Quatre."

Quatre set his tray on the table and sat down, smiling.

"Aw, he doesn't mind, do you, Quatre-bean?"

"Mind what?"

"That I call you Quatre-bean?"

The blond laughed, shaking his head. "No, Duo."

"Hey, Quatre-bean, who's this?" Duo asked, indicating the tall boy standing silently behind Quatre. He had the most interesting hair, more so than Heero's unruly brown locks or his own long chestnut braid. How did he get his bangs to do that? Mousse? Hairspray? Rubber cement? He made a mental note to find out some day.

"This is Trowa Barton, a new transfer. He's my roommate."

Duo jumped up, pumping the tall boy's hand energetically. Trowa looked startled, the first emotion to flicker across his stone features.

"Nice to meet you, Tro! Have a seat, don't be shy. Duo Maxwell's my name, and this grumpy statue next to me is Heero Yuy. He's first in our class -- stop glaring, Heero, it's the truth! -- and don't let him fool you, he's really quite nice under his rocky exterior."

"Hello," Heero said. "Duo, shut up."

Duo grinned and sat down.

"School must be getting pretty crowded if you've got a roomie, Q-bean. Next thing you know Wufei'll have one, too." He laughed. "Can you imagine that? The poor boy'd leave after a week with the honorable Chang.

Duo pulled a mock frown, making Quatre giggle. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Injustice!" he bellowed.

"Maxwell!"

"Wufie-kins!"

Duo sprang out of his seat and attached himself to a boy with a black ponytail and dark almond-shaped eyes.

"Maxwell, you dishonorable cur! Do not call me by that ridiculous name."

"Aw, Wufie, I only do it 'cause I love you," Duo answered, pinching Wufei's cheek. The other boy glared and shrugged him off as he sat down. Duo looked like he wanted to tease further, but Heero grabbed the end of his braid and yanked him back into his chair.

"Stop."

Duo sat still.

"Eat."

Duo started eating again.

Trowa glanced at Quatre and raised one delicate eyebrow. Quatre smiled and shrugged. "Heero is Duo's roommate, and the only one he ever listens to. Chang Wufei lives next to us, remember?"

Trowa nodded and began eating his dinner.

"So, Tro, where'd you transfer from?" Duo asked.

"Barton Academy."

Duo let out a low whistle. Heero and Wufei looked up in interest.

"Not bad, Tro. Maybe you'll give Heero a run for his money." Duo winked. "So what brings you to G Boys?"

"G Boys?" Trowa asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah. You know, Gundam Academy for Girls, Gundam Academy for Boys. G Girls, G Boys."

"Oh, I see. Does everyone call it that?"

"No," Heero said.

"Just me. I change the name of just about everything, I guess. So? How come you transferred?"

Trowa's expression was completely unreadable. "Gundam is the best academy in the world."

Duo seemed satisfied with his answer and changed the topic of conversation. Trowa ate the rest of his meal in silence, simply listening and watching.

"Quatre-bean, what's wrong?" Duo asked, looking at Quatre's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He squirted toothpaste onto his toothbrush. Quatre, who had been staring at the tiled floor, looked up at him, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

"It's been one week since Trowa came, Duo, and nearly two since our last mission. I know we're just waiting for the next shift in the currents, but what happens when it comes? What if it's like the time before last, Duo? I didn't get more than three or four hours sleep a night for almost a month! How can I hide that from Trowa? He's bound to notice us sneaking in and out at ungodly hours of the night, or at least me. What am I going to tell him then?"

"Teh im ur mehig ah url."

Quatre blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Awee. Ack!" Duo spat out a mouthful of toothpaste and wiped his lips, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry. I said tell him you're meeting a girl."

Quatre snorted.

"Hey, sometimes they look like girls!"

"It would be the biggest lie on earth."

Duo nudged him in the ribs and waggled his eyebrows.

"Um, what?"

The braided boy glanced at the open door of the bathroom and the foyer beyond. He turned back to Quatre, his wide violet eyes sparkling with mischief. He sat beside the short blond, smiling wickedly. Quatre did his best to glare at him.

"You've got a crush on him, doncha?" Duo whispered knowingly.

"What? Duo!" Quatre exploded, red creeping up his face. Duo giggled insanely and pounced, toppling them into the tub, and began tickling Quatre with all his might. Quatre howled with laughter. "Duo, oh stop!

"Say it!" Duo crowed.

"What? Say what?" Quatre panted.

"Admit it!"

Quatre shook his head. Duo tickled harder. "Ok, ok, I admit it! Uncle! Let me go!"

"Not until you say it in specific terms, Q-bean!"

Quatre tried to raise his head and resist Duo's tickling fingers, but it was no use. He laughed until tears welled in his eyes. His blurred vision tried to focus on something in the doorway.

"Duo!" Heero barked. Duo immediately stopped and sat up. "Leave Quatre alone."

Duo pouted, but moved off Quatre, helping him sit up as well. Quatre was still wheezing and giggling.

"Heero, my," he began, but was cut off when Duo tackled him and resumed tickling him again.

"Don't you dare say 'hero'! That's my line and you know it. Get your own."

Heero finished brushing his teeth. Then he lifted Duo by the braid, liberating Quatre's quivering body from its torture. He proceeded to heft the smaller boy over his shoulder and carry him bodily back to their room. Quatre followed slowly. They passed Wufei on his way into the bathroom. He barely even acknowledged Duo's strange position. Trowa came to the door of the room he shared with Quatre, watching the spectacle in amusement.

"Heero!" Duo whined. "Come on, I wasn't doing anything. Wait a minute, don't shut the door. We're not finished! Quatre! Get your rear in gear and save me from the nefarious Heero monster!"

Heero administered a swift punch to Duo's belly, making the other boy grit his teeth.

"Ow! Stupid, that hurt. Jeeeez, you are a grump. Can't you take a joke? You know I never mean it. Come on, Heero, I run, I hide, but I never lie. Put me down! Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with whip cream and cherries and chocolate syrup on top? Oomph!"

Heero unceremoniously dropped Duo on the floor of their room and stood over him, glaring down with angry cobalt eyes as only he could do. Duo scrambled to his feet.

Quatre was practically rolling on the floor, he was laughing that hard. Trowa managed a small smile. Wufei calmly brushed his teeth, rolling his eyes but surreptitiously watching nonetheless. Duo raised a hand to his forehead and feigned apprehension.

"Oh, you beast! What will you do to me, you terrible man? Beat me? Starve me?" He smiled suddenly and leaned in close to Heero, whispering something in the other boy's ear. He cackled as Heero's eyes widened. The dark haired boy whispered something back, and Duo was immediately quiet. He stared at Heero, who simply smirked and walked past him to get ready for bed. After a few moments of stunned silence, Duo gave a little shake of his head and blinked a few times. He glanced over at Quatre, who was still cracking up.

"Hey," he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Get over here! I'm not finished with you yet."

"Duo," Heero warned, stripping himself of his shirt.

"I'm not going to torment him anymore. We have to finish our conversation, which you so rudely interrupted," Duo retorted, playfully sticking his tongue out at the boy climbing into his bed. Quatre managed to stagger to the doorway, his giggles subsided. Wufei closed the door to his room, muttering about lunatics for friends. Trowa, too, had disappeared. Duo leaned comfortably against the doorjamb.

"So, where were we?" Seeing Quatre's uncertain look, he smiled and clapped a hand over his shoulder. "I mean before the teasing and tickling. I already have my answer."

"What if he finds out, Duo? What will I tell him?"

"Quatre," Heero said, suddenly standing behind Duo, who jumped at the sound of his voice. Heero gave him a look as he placed a hand over his heart and shook his head. "Do you think it was a coincidence that he transferred here and ended up rooming with you?"

Duo nodded soberly. "Yeah, Q-bean. 'Member how Heero and I were together at first, then you moved in, then Wufei took the last room? Until you guys came, Heero and I were alone in this little corner of the dorm. Maybe he's here for a reason."

"You guys already talked about this, didn't you?"

"Yup. The first night we met Trowa."

"Do you think he's really one of us?"

Heero shrugged. "It's possible. It's also possible that he is an enemy, or a normal boy. We can't know for sure unless he reveals himself. We'll just have to wait and see. Be on your guard."

"Yeah, you never know. Don't want anything bad to happen to you, Quatre-bean."

"Thanks, guys. I'll see you in the morning."

"'Night, Quatre."

Duo stared out the library window, absently watching the fluffy white clouds drift across the blue sky. He had his math homework spread out in front of him, but he hadn't really planned on doing it until evening anyway. He hated math. Usually, Heero would help him, but after last night Duo wasn't so sure he would let him. He sighed dejectedly.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" a spunky female voice chirped.

He turned. Quatre and a girl with short black hair sat down at his table. He smiled.

"Hi, Quatre, Hilde. What's up?"

"Certainly not your spirits, Duo. What's wrong?" Hilde Schbieker asked.

"Nothing much," he replied quickly.

"I'll bet anything it has to do with last night," Quatre said.

"Why, what happened last night?"

Ignoring Duo's glare, Quatre filled Hilde in on the exchange between Duo and Heero. "What did you say to him, Duo? And what did he say back?"

Duo grumbled, but knew Quatre and especially Hilde would persist until they had wormed an answer out of him. He didn't blame them, of course; he would have done the same thing. That was the trouble with Hilde. She was exactly like him.

"Ravish me, perhaps."

"Huh?"

"That's what I said to him. I whispered it 'cause I figured he'd kill me if I said THAT out loud."

Hilde rested her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. "Then what?"

"He smiled and said 'Only if you wear your hair down.' Then he walked away. I know it's no big deal, but he's never done anything like that before."

Hilde scrunched up her nose, deep in thought. "Maybe your infallible charm is working, Duo. You've been crushing on him since you came here."

Duo snorted. "Right. Hitting on Heero Yuy is like slamming your head into a brick wall. All it gives you is a severe headache." He pursed his lips. "Except for Relena Peacecraft. She seems immune to headaches."

Hilde and Quatre smiled sympathetically.

"I don't know, Duo," Quatre said, "but maybe Hilde's right. It's definitely not like Heero to act like that. I mean, you know he would never actually ravish you in true terms of the word, but you meant it flirtatiously. It sounds like he was flirting back."

Duo sighed again. "I wish I knew if he liked me, even just a little."

Someone laughed cruelly and gave a sharp tug on Duo's braid, causing him to swear and sit bolt upright. A group of senior boys stood behind him, sneering down at the three at the table.

"What's the matter, little fag boy suffering from unrequited love?"

"Oh my god! Did you guys hear that? Neanderthal learned a big grown-up word! Good boy!" Duo said through clenched teeth. He knew his cheeky sarcasm did nothing to curb the insults he received from the entire football team, plus all their friends and girlfriends, but since they were going to continue no matter what he said or did, he figured he would at least get his by insulting them right back. He refused to get angry at them, and his quips left them all sputtering and red in the face. He always smiled, even when they punched him. Especially when they punched him.

As if on cue, the lug holding his hair reddened. "You little faggot!"

"Let him go."

Everyone turned. Heero Yuy glowered at the boys. Though he was smaller and slighter than all of them, Heero Yuy was a force to be reckoned with. The boys knew that, but pride won out in the ringleader.

"Looks like fag boy's fag boyfriend is gonna try to save his little fag hide."

"Learn a new word and let Duo go," Heero ground out.

"And if I don't, fag? Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Heero put his books down and strode purposefully around the table. Duo squeaked and launched himself at his roommate, knocking him off balance. They landed on the floor in a heap.

"You'll get in trouble, Heero!"

Quatre looked up at the boys. "He's going to punch you when he gets up. If I were you I'd get out of here while he's incapacitated," he said somberly.

"Aw, you're not worth the trouble," the ringleader said as he backed off. Heero's glare followed the boys until each had exited the library. At light touch on his shoulder made him turn, and he found himself staring into Duo's bright eyes.

"Heero, my hero," Duo whispered, smiling wryly.

Heero helped him to his feet. "You ok?"

"They didn't do anything. Didn't even wound my pride," Duo said defensively.

"Hn."

Hilde shook her head. "I hate dumb jocks. World's full of 'em, too. Well, more's the pity. Listen, Duo, why don't you guys come out with us tonight? You need some Friday night fun. We're going to dinner, then we're going dancing. What do you say?"

"Sounds peachy to me, Hilde."

"Quatre?"

"I'd love to, Hilde."

"Good. Ask that new roommate of yours, too. Trowa, isn't it? And Wufei." She smiled. "Though Sally can't go with us tonight. Something about cataloging vials before the infirmary doctor kicks her ass."

"Isn't she too old for him?" Heero asked.

Hilde shrugged. "She's only nineteen, and he's nearly sixteen. Three, four years difference. Besides, he's really older than he looks. I'd say he's at least forty-two."

"He'll be so disappointed she can't go," Duo laughed. "If he could get over his denial of liking her."

"So how about it, Heero?" Hilde asked. "You in?"

Heero's eyebrows furrowed. "Who is 'all'?

"Me, Dorothy, Catherine, and Relena."

Heero visibly blanched.

"Wufei can dance with her, since Sally won't be there," Hilde offered. Duo shivered. "What?"

"Wufei and Relena. Scary."

"Don't worry, Heero, I'll dance with you. She won't be able to get near you. I have a lot of energy, you know. I'll keep you busy. Hope you can keep up." She winked.

"Hey, Hilde! If you dance with Heero, who am I gonna dance with?" Duo pouted.

"I'll dance with you, too, silly. You can both dance with me. Or we can all dance in a big group, but keep moving around so Relena can't get near Heero." Hilde's eyes began to take on a wicked gleam.

Quatre shook his head. "And to think she's one of your closest friends."

"She is! Come on, Quatre, you've got to admit, she's fanatical about Heero."

"It's not that I don't like her," Heero said, still looking somewhat ill. "It's just that I don't like her like that. And she's so damned . . . persistent."

"Well, do not fear, Heero Yuy! I will take care of you," Hilde said. "And you as well, Duo Maxwell. You two sexy critters."

She grinned, reaching across the table to pinch their cheeks. Duo ruffled her hair affectionately.

"Mi hermana alma," he said softly. "What would I do without you?"

"You'd fail Spanish, that's for sure. Your accent is terrible."

"Heero, you are not wearing that to the club."

"Why not?" Heero asked, looking down at his jeans and cotton button-down shirt. Duo gave an exasperated sigh.

"You wore those clothes all day. Come on, I bet even Wufei will find something more interesting to wear," Duo said, buttoning his shiny red shirt halfway over his skin tight black tank top. He was clad in tight black leather pants and black boots. Heero eyed him speculatively.

"I'm not borrowing your pants."

"Fine." Duo began rummaging through Heero's clothes, and finally produced a pair of black jeans. "These'll do."

"They're kinda tight."

"That's the idea. Here, wear my shirt." Duo tossed him a blue tee made out of some shimmery material. Heero slipped it over his head and did up the three buttons at the collar. Duo smacked his hands away and unbuttoned them. "Like this, silly. There, now you look halfway decent. Come on, don't want to keep the ladies waiting."

The four girls were waiting for them outside the school, where the campus shuttle would bring them to the city center. Hilde skipped up to meet them, wedging between Heero and Duo and taking their arms.

"Looking sharp, boys."

"You too, Hilde," Duo said, winking at her. She struck a little pose, showing off her black dress. Thin straps tied behind her neck. Bright red earrings dangled from her earlobes, and a matching necklace nestled in the hollow of her throat.

They exchanged greetings. Relena Peacecraft smiled winningly at Heero as she said hello, but he merely grunted in reply. They boarded the shuttle, chattering happily as it sped off to the city.

"Guys, we look hot tonight," Hilde said confidently.

"Damn straight," Duo agreed.

It was true, he thought to himself. He was having a hard time not slobbering over Heero, who was sexy enough on a regular basis, but who was now causing Duo to have extremely impure thoughts.

Luckily, Hilde had dragged Duo and Heero to the back of the shuttle and shoved them into the long backseat, seating Duo in the middle, with herself on one side and Heero on the other. He knew she had done it on purpose. He got to sit beside Heero, and Heero did not have to sit with Relena.

He glanced at the girl in question, who was sitting with Dorothy Catalonia, her closest friend, in the seat in front of them and to the left. He had nothing against the girl other than that she pursued the object of his affection, but as long as Heero did not return her feelings, he didn't really care. She looked cute tonight, he noted, in her baby blue tank top and black skirt, strappy black shoes, and silver jewelry.

Dorothy had opted for a strapless orange number and pulled her long white-blond hair up in two white plastic clips. She wore a white choker to match her barrettes, and white platforms. Catherine Bloom and Wufei sat in front of the two girls. Catherine had worn black stretch pants, a filmy pink T-shirt over a white tank top, and shimmering black shoes with big chunky heels. Wufei was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants.

Duo leaned forward and whispered to Quatre, who sat with Trowa to the right of Relena and Dorothy.

"Hey, Q-bean, Trowa's looking pretty good tonight, don't you think?"

Trowa's gray pants fit snugly. He had left the first few buttons of his dark green shirt undone. Quatre had chosen a tight black tank top and loose khakis, held up by a black belt. He turned around and smiled innocently.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "So is Heero. I like his shirt, don't you?"

"Eep!"

"Yes, well, paybacks are a bitch, aren't they?"

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