10.02am

The recess bell rang. To a student, this is a heavenly sound for it ends one's misery during classes. All the students eagerly made their way to the cafeteria. The place was soon filled with endless laughter and noise. Fresh aroma of food rose to the air. Students gather around tables and dwell on all sorts of topics. Quatre was no exception. He was quite popular with the students and so had a crowd around him. Duo was too busy eating to actually bother about talking. WuFei, on the other hand, was sitting alone at a table. No one was with him. No one wanted to disturb him anyway for he had this look on his face like he'll bash up anyone who comes near.

Duo went over to join his classmate. "Oi! WuFei! Aren't you  pretty lonely, sitting here all alone?" Duo grabbed a chair and spun it around. Sitting down, he rested his arms on the support of the chair and looked at the Chinese. WuFei concentrated on his plate of noodles.

"C'mon Wu! Say something!"

WuFei stopped eating and glared at Duo. "Do you mind? I'm eating here!"

"Alright! I get it already! You don't have to stare at me like that. People might get the wrong idea, ya know?" Duo grinned.

Squaring his shoulders, WuFei placed down his pair of chopsticks.

"Just a joke! Don't take it seriously! Haha..." Duo didn't like the look on his face. Duo shifted his gaze to his right. A blonde stood next to him, a friendly smile on his lips.

"Ohayo, Duo! (Morning, Duo!)" Quatre greeted Duo enthusiastically. His blond hair fell a bit over his face, bringing out the blue colour of his eyes.

"Yo! Quatre! Hishashiburi da na! (Long time no see!)" Duo raised a hand to greet Quatre. "Grab a seat, pal!"

Quatre reached for a seat and sat down next the Duo. "Your friend, Duo?" Duo nodded, stealing a sip of tea from WuFei's cup. WuFei clutched his chopsticks, almost breaking them into half. Quatre turned to WuFei and stretched out his right hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Quatre Raberba Winner."

WuFei looked at the outstretched hand for a while before grasping it and returning a handshake. "I'm WuFei." He said and returned back to eating his noodles.

"So, Duo, how have you been all this while?" Quatre started on a conversation.

"Nothing much. Been pretty good lately." Duo lied, his fingers played with the tip of his braid.

"Yea right." A sarcastic remark came from across the table. Duo shot WuFei a look. WuFei pretended not to notice and ate his noodles heartily. Quatre laughed. Turning his attention back to Quatre, Duo asked,"What about you then? I bet you joined the music department in school." He said casually and took another sip from Wu's cup. The pair of chopsticks snapped. Quatre kept his eyes peeled on WuFei. "Y-Yea...hold on a minute, be right back." The Arabian shot up and went off. Duo watched Quatre make his way to the front of the cafeteria and turned back to WuFei across the table who was trying to control his temper, 2 pairs of short chopsticks in his hand. "What's up with him?" Duo leaned forward to look at WuFei. "Dooshitano, WuFei? (What's wrong?)" [ Bad choice of words, Duo ] WuFei clenched his fists. Just then, Quatre arrived back with a cup of tea in his hand.

"For you." Quatre handed the cup over to the enraged boy.

"What about me?!" Duo asked the blonde.

"You already have a cup." Quatre replied, narrowing his eyes and looking at the cup Duo held in his hand.

WuFei was a little surprised by Quatre's actions. He had never encountered anyone as thoughtful as Quatre before in his life. It shocked him for a while for he just sat in his seat without saying a word. Finally, he managed to mutter a word of thanks. "Xie-xie. (Thanks)."

Quatre lips formed a slight smile. He was glad he prevented someone from getting killed today.
 

After fencing class, Heero did not go directly to the cafeteria but instead drifted off to the washroom so that he could wash up. He was quite surprised to find that he wasn't alone in the washroom. Usually, at this time, this level's washroom would be empty as all the students would be down in the cafeteria for their break. He recognized the boy immediately but just walked past him to the next sink.

Trowa was busy combing his hair in front of the mirror. He saw Heero's reflection in the mirror and recognized Heero by the bump on his forehead but concentrated his efforts on styling his hair. A bottle of hairgel stood at the sink. [ we suspect it's close to being empty. ]

Heero turned on the tap and let the cool water run through his fingers. He lowered his head to the sink and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water before lifting up his head to face the mirror. He stared at his reflection for a while. The red spot on his head was prominent. It protruded out like a black ink stain on a sheet of white paper. It looked as if it was there to stay for at least a few days. He rubbed the area hard. The spot began to swell and it grew into a bump. "Damn it!" Heero found that he had only made the situation worse. "I'll have that guy's neck for this!"

Trowa stole a quick glance at Heero from the corner of his eye [ the eye that was not obscured by his hair, that is ], he knew what Heero was thinking. Something in Trowa's subconscious mind told him that he should go over and explain things out to Heero regarding the accident that had occured that faithful morning, but common sense told him to drop the idea as it might result in him getting killed. He did not want to risk dying in the washroom.

The two pupils continued doing their personal stuff at the sink until a voice came from the door. "The two of you! Get out of here! No one steps into my territory without my permission!" [ toilets can be owned??? ]

Both of them stopped what they were doing and turned to see look at the speaker. Heero glanceded at the group of three youths. The notorious OZ gang in the school. "Alex and Myura from class 2-2. Trent from class 3-8. Piece of cake." Heero calculated in his head and smiled slyly, a smile almost completely hidden behind his emotionless face. Trowa just put more water on his hair and continued styling. He just couldn't get it the way he wanted it to be.

"Hey! You two freshmen, are you deaf?! I said out of here!" Myura yelled. "You people should know what happens to those idiots who don't listen to us... " Alex quickly added. The three of them broke out into hysterical laughter. [ Mad pigs...-_- ]

Heero and Trowa just stared at them, not a bit of expression nor interest on their faces. The two looked at each other before turning back to the sink and carrying on with what they were doing. They didn't really bother much about such things, it would be a complete waste of time.

"What?! These 2 obviously haven't heard of us yet! How about giving them a little intro of ourselves, guys?" Trent remarked. "Why not?" Myura supported his suggestion. He took a step forward and swung his fist, aiming straight for Trowa's face. Trowa dodged and caught the fist in his left hand. He delivered a punch right into Myura's abdomen. Myura doubled over in pain.

"What?!" Trent was in disbelief. He charged at Trowa. Trowa grabbed Trent by the shoulders and flipped over. Heero stuck out a foot, causing Trent to fall over. Bending down, Heero punched Trent hard in the face and knocked him unconscious. By now, Myura had recovered from the hit and he stood up, planning to attack Trowa from the back. Heero acted quickly. He swung his hand hard, right into Myura's neck. Myura slumped to the floor next to Trent.

Trowa ducked under an incoming fist. He placed his hands in his pockets and kicked Alex on the behind. Alex landed at the feet of Heero and looked up at a Heero who greeted him with a kick to the stomach. Alex clutched his stomach and laid on the floor. [ soccer match guys? ] The fight was over...

Trowa grabbed his hairgel and made his way out. Heero stepped over the bodies and walked out, following behind Trowa. They stopped outside to look at each other. Alex stumbled out. "Who... who are you two?"

"Heero Yuy..." Heero answered him icily. Trowa didn't reply the question. He didn't think of it as necessary to tell anyone his name.

Alex took a long, hard look at Trowa's face. "I know you... you're the school gymnast, Trowa Barton, aren't you? The same guy Lady Une's after... I'll remember the both of you. You haven't heard the last of us yet!" He spat and ran off in a huff, his hands still holding on to his mid-section.

Trowa walked off. Heero felt he had no reason to stay either and departed as well.

"Trowa Barton..." mumbled Heero as he slinked off into the other direction.

"Heero Yuy..." Trowa recalled the name in his mind.

Both understood who the other was to himself... not an enemy but a friend.

On to Chapter 5.....

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