Detention class 1.00pm

Students sent to detention class had to stay in there for self-study until they were allowed to go. The detention class was always locked up to ensure that students do not leave the place. The school was pretty high-tech so the detention door had an auto lock system whenever it slided close. No teachers were placed in charge of the room. Students had to identify themselves in front of the door before entering. There was absolutely no way one could escape detention class.

After school ended, Duo walked up to the door of the detention room. The word 'DETENTION' on the door made him shudder. "This wretched place again... I might as well move into this room and live here." Duo's head drooped and he sighed. Today was definitely his unluckiest day ever. His day was ruined the very moment he bumped into the weird guy with the weird hairdo. He told himself he was going to avoid that weirdo at all costs, for that guy's a walking magnet that attracts trouble.

Duo reached out his hand to place it on a scanner on the door. His hand stopped halfway in mid-air before contact. A wave of uncertainty swept over him, a feeling that urged him not to go in there, calling him away from the door. He wiped the feeling away from his mind. He was going to get into trouble with Ms Lucrezia again if he did not report for detention. She might give him a life-time sentence in detention in fact. Duo touched the grey screen. "Please identify yourself."

Duo sighed. "Duo Maxwell. Class 1-7." He was familiar with the procedure. "Data match. Please proceed." The door slided open and he stepped in. The door shut tight behind him. He skimmed the area for an empty seat. Then he saw something... that familiar hairdo, that weird hairdo.....

Duo backed away to the door. He felt his whole world crumbling down before him. A feeling of a ton of bricks thrown down onto his head. Turbulent waves crashing at him, drowning him. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Duo suddenly screamed out. He dashed for the door and started clawing furiously at the door. "LEMME OUT!!!!! LEMME OUT!!!! OUT! OUT! OOOOUUUUUT!!!!" But his efforts were in vain. The door could not be opened from the inside except until when the time was up or by the school staff. That is, the principal, teachers and the janitor.

"I WANT OUTTA HERE!!!!" Duo screamed at the top of his voice, as if he was afraid that nobody could hear him. "LEMME OOOUUUUUT!!!!!!!" He began banging his fists on the metallic door. Helplessness was over him. Then, he shouted out a word which he thought was the most appropriate to use in his situation. "HAAAAY-EEEEELP!!!!!!!!!"

Outside, a bunch of students strolled past the room. They swallowed hard and a streak of fear flashed through them. They turned to one another, "Is detention that horrible?" The group fell silent for a while and broke into a cold sweat. Right at that spot, each individual swore that they would never, ever get in trouble with Lady Une. They did not wish to go through what this poor guy was experiencing now.

WuFei happened to pass by at this instance and only one thing struck his mind, "Must be that nut case Duo." and he went off to attend his martial arts class.

Inside the detention room, every student shot Duo a look of astonishment. Is this guy out of his mind?!

Trowa watched Duo's antics in silence. He didn't react to Duo's actions but instead laid his head down on the table and went back to sleep. That raving lunatic had caused quite a disturbance. It would be a miracle if nobody heard him.

Zechs arrived at the scene in a few minutes. He opened the door and a panicky Duo dashed out. Zechs grabbed Duo by the braid and pulled him back. "Alright, Duo, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm NOT staying in there with that, that jinx!" Duo pointed to a sleeping Trowa, a harmless Trowa that scared Duo out of his wits. Zechs raised an eyebrow and shoved him back inside the room. The door closed tight. Duo started wailing. Eventually, everyone got used to the racket and took no notice. When the two hours were up, Duo was the first to run out. He grabbed his board and bag and hit the road. There was no turning back. Trowa walked to his locker and fished out his blades. Nearby, he overheard a few students' conversation.

"That Duo's gone mad today!"

"Wonder what he saw that made him react like that?"

"Don't know... but it must be something really horrible."

Trowa strolled off to the garden tree where the squirrel was, waiting for him. He stretched out his hand and let it climb up to his shoulder. Skating away from the school compound, Trowa thought back on the three people he had met that day. Heero... Duo... and.... Quatre.
 
He sat on the steps and put on his skates before starting off for home. Right out on the streets, cars screeched to a halt and sounds of horns filled the road.

Catherine was out in the front yard hanging out the clothes. She stopped and turned to see Trowa when she heard the gate opening. "Okaeri! (Welcome back!)" She greeted her son gaily when he stepped into the front yard. "Trowa? What's that in your bag?" She spotted a bushy tail sticking out of his bag.

"It's a squirrel." Trowa replied his mother, sitting on the steps of the porch and untied the laces of  his skates.

"Another one?"

"Ah." Trowa nodded. He picked up his bag and opened the front door.

"Trowa..." Catherine started to say. Trowa looked at her. "Smile." She continued. Trowa managed a slight smile. He went into the house. He slipped on a pair of slippers and made his way to his room, grabbing a bottle of milk on his way there. Turning the knob of the door, he stepped in and placed his bag and skates on the floor. Then, he poured the milk into a pan and left it on the floor before making his way to the bed and slumping into it. He sat up and pulled off the covers, revealing a fat chinchilla. (Just in case you don't know, a chinchilla's a furry thing that looks like a mixture of a hamster and squirrel.) Picking it up, he placed it on his stomach and laid his head on the pillow. A white mouse squirmed out from beneath the pillow, nearly suffocated by all the hair. The squirrel emerged from his bag and climbed up the bed. A cat slinked its way to the pan of milk with a skunk following behind.  [ We shall not dwell on how many more animals Trowa has in his room, it'll probably never end ]. Trowa looked at the ceiling. A breeze floated into the room from the verandor and the curtains flapped. Fatigue fell over him and Trowa closed his eyes and went to sleep.

On to Chapter 7...

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