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Sorry for
the disappearing act yesterday, technical problems.

From the
revues I received there are a few things that I would like to say.

One I took into consideration that you wanted
to know whose vu it was in and put said subjection in action.

Two the spelling mistakes, I understand that
there are a lot of them and I should have a beta reader. I don�t know anyone
who can do this for me so I�m kind of stuck on that. I�m actually French so
righting in English is kid of tough for me.

Three for those who wanted a new chapter, well here
it is.

Pudin J

Monday
October 12^th

(Wufei)

I woke
early this morning for one reason alone, get to school in time to get a lesson
plan and find the location for all of my classes before hand.

I met up
with principal Une, as it turns out she had received my file two days prior and
having gone over it had placed me in a series of classes best suited to my
previous schedule.

I must say
that the semester program out here is a little strange to me and the fact that
for five months I�ll only have to keep up with fore classes unlike my usual
eight classes a trimester.

Before the
majority of the students arrived I made certain to know where the washrooms,
library, cafeteria, gym and offices were located.

Making my
way to my first class a full ten minutes early I walked into English literature
where the teacher was already seated at his desk and one student was actually
seated in the front and center seat. I made my way over to the teacher, a M.
Dumont, he looked nice enough. Well nicer then a lot off teachers at my old
school.

I cleared
my throat to gain his attention and after a moment he raised his gaze to meet
mine.

�Hello?�
his voice came out a little cracked and he coughed �How may I help you?�

I forced
myself not to smirk at his demeanor. �Good morning M. Dumont. I am Chang, Wufei
and this is to be my one of my classes this semester.� I gave a polite
inclination of the head instead of the usual bow that I used back home on my
respected teachers. As I had been informed that doing so here was not
encouraged.

�Ah yes,
the new student. Take a seat anywhere you like. There aren�t any assigned seats
so anywhere is fine.�

I nodded
and took the seat to the left of the student already in class. I gave the blond
haired a small reserved smile. �Hello.�

The boy
liked up at me and smiled. �Hi, I�m Quatre Winner.�

�Chang,
Wufei.�

�It�s nice
to meet you Chang.� He smiled politely.

�It�s also
nice to meet you to Winner.�

He gave me
a strange look. �It�s okay, you can call me Quatre.�

I smirked
slightly at him. �In that case you can call me Wufei.�

He blushed
and looked down sheepishly. �Oh?� after a small pause. �It�s strange, you�re
the second oriental to start today. The other is related to an�� He paused
uncertainly. �Acquaintance of mine.�

Well that�s
just strange. �Really? What�s his name?�

�Actually I
don�t know it.� He seemed a little nervous at the admission.

I shrugged,
dismissing the whole subject altogether, it�s nothing to important to me. I
pulled out a binder and placed it on the desk then pulled out my whiteout and a
blue pen just as the first bell rang. Teens started to pile into the class room
and filled up fast.

Next thing
I know I�m being grabbed by the arm and pulled out of my seat by Mei wile Doro
grabbed my bag and supplies off of my desk and my last sight of Quatre was his
surprised face turned to look at me.

Pushing me
down into a seat in the very back I gave off a very disgruntled sigh.

Mei took
the seat on my left and Doro on my right, after passing me my stuff.

�What were
you doing in the front seat and willingly might I add?� Mei seams a little mad
at me.

�Oh, I
don�t know? Getting ready to study I suppose. What�s the big deal anyway. The
front and center seats were the most popular back home. Everyone popular sat
there.� I hate being pushed around like this.

�Because
you aren�t back home and the front seats here are murder for a rep.� Doro said
sagely. �The only ones that can stay cool and sit in the front are the wing
gang and it�s impossible to get in with them unless you�re extremely cool or a
girlfriend neither of witch has ever truly happened since the start of freshman
year.�

�And who
are these unbelievably cool people?�

�Well,� Mei
responded. �no one is certaut tut the speculation is that the leader of their
group is either Heero Yue or Treize Kushranada. Then there�s Zech Markise, Duo
Maxwell, Trowa Barton and Quatre Winner.�

�Would
Quatre, perhaps, happen to be the kind blond that I was talking to up front?�

the two
girls heads immediately whipped to look at the front of the class where he was
sitting.

�You spoke
to him dressed like that?�

That�s all
that they could say? Besides what�s wrong with the clothes that I picked out. I
looked down to study them a baggy sweatshirt with a Chinese dragon on the back
and baggy cargo jeans with the Chinese symbol for dragon on the back left
pocket. Plus the black and blue skater shoes that we had bought just the other
day.

The second
bell rang and the class calmed down and the teacher stood up in the front.

�Before
anything else I suppose I should introduce the new student.� He seemed to look
at all of the students trying to find the new face. Once he spotted me he
seemed to smile triumphantly at his accomplishment. �Why don�t you introduce
yourself.� He added as he waved in my general direction.

I am most
certainly not impressed with his general performance so far and I refuse to
raise them.

Standing
from my seat I smile around at the class and say. �Hi, I�m Wufei Chang.�
Remembering the proper phrasing that they use around here and then quickly turn
and take my seat.

M. Dumont
didn�t look impressed with my attitude, well now were even, I don�t like his
either. In any case he returned to his task of trying to teach us. I must admit
that I already know most of what he�s talking about already by hart.

Let�s just
say that my day didn�t get much better then that.

(Heero)

The day
started just like any other up to date, nothing special.

I met up
with the guys in front of school, just standing to the right side of the stairs
leading up to the front entrance.

Duo bobbing
his head to what ever music he was lessoning to on his CD-player, Treize caught
up in some heated conversation with Zech about school uniforms wile Trowa and I
lent against the wall lessoning to the goings on. Quatre had already slipped
inside a little wile ago.

When the
first bell rang we all silently walked inside. That�s one of the understandings
about us, we only talk if it�s important or away from the publics vu. We just
can�t stand having rumors fling about talking about what we said in the hall.

I made my
way into math class with M. Gagne.

I suppose
you could say he�s a good teacher minus all of the horror stories from home
he�s always talking about. They tend to make class interesting.

As of late
we had been working on fractions and such, nothing to hard.

The one
annoyance in this class is that Relina�s in it and has a strange tendency to
sit next to me in class and if not she tends to try passing me notes.

I just
ignore them.

Other then
these minor annoyances this class tends to pass by rather well.

A good
thing about it would have to be that I share this class with both Trowa and
Zech, so it�s not a complete bore.

The three
of us tend to sit in the back end of the class when we are together and the
only actual time that we sit in the front of the class is when we have a class
with Quatre, the resident cool smart kid. Most probably the only known
intellectual goody-two-shoes that�s still popular.

I most
certainly don�t know anyone else who can pull it off.

Class
passes by with relative ease and soon the bell is ringing again, signaling the
end of class.

Making my
way over to my locker and switching my books around then rushing off to my next
class on the other side of the building I manage to knock into someone passing
in the opposite direction. Distractedly I notice that all his books are spread
out over the floor, but rush off without a second glance. I don�t want to be
late for class again having been for the past couple days.

Stepping
into room 235 or the art room I quickly took a seat as Mme. Pelta stood up so
as to close the door. Quatre gave me a small smile from beside me and I gave a
relieved smile. It wasn�t often that I found myself on this side of the door
after she had closed it.

Art class
is most possibly my favorite class of all time. As it turns out I�m pretty good
at the arts although I�m not very creative I am pretty good at drawing
realistically things that I�ve already seen or even more so things that are
right in front of me.

We�d just
finished working on abstract art and the great artist Pablo Picasso and were
told we were to start on are own individual projects so long as we end up with
three works of art and a small text to explain what relates the subjects.

Sounds
simple enough I suppose.

�Got any
ideas?� Quatre�s voice knocks me out of my stupor.

�Not yet.
You?�

�Not
really. At least we have a wile to work on it anyway.� He gave me a weak smile
and nudged my arm with his elbow and gave a conspiratorial smirk. �Guess who I
met last period?�

I shrugged,
how could he expect me to know who.

�The new
guy.�

I gave him
a strange look. Who?

�Gee, I
mean it�s just the guy that Meiran has been nagging about for the past week.�

Oh, that
guy.

�His name
is Wufei Chang and he seams like a really nice guy. I talked to him for a few
minutes before Meiran and Dorothy dragged him off to sit with them.�

�Hmm�� why
is it that I care about any of this exactly?

�He
actually managed to get on M. Dumont�s bad side already. It didn�t help when
Wufei actually corrected him.�

Okay, now
that�s funny. The old guy is a complete idiot in dire need of help.

�I�ve never
seen someone get on his bad side so fast.�

I grunt my
assent and turn to look at the paper description of the project at hand. It
really doesn�t look all that hard to do.

Find a
subject that peeks your interest and explain why it does; at the very least one
has to be a sketch and one a paining, the last being optional.

It�s
supposed to be about something that interests me and motivates me. I suppose I
could do my friends or maybe my music? Family? Not really. Maybe this will be
harder then I thought.

Maybe if I
had a pet or something I could do the project on them.

School? Not
really that interesting.

Art? A
little pathetic no?

I�ll figure
it out eventually.

Class isn�t
to long, but then time flies when your doing something that you like. Spending
the last wile sketching and thinking up ideas.

Making my
way over to the cafe and sitting at the usual table where Trowa, Treize and Duo
were already sitting and opining up there lunches and as luck may have it
Relina�s gang was nowhere in sight.

Taking a
seat alongside Duo and pulling my lunch out I instinctively knew that my luck
was soon to end. Then again it could have been the intense silence that fell
over the cafe.

(Wufei)

My next
class was most possibly the worst thing that could have happened to me.

I mean
jeez, who would have thought that CEE4D was a computer and electronics class.

When I said
that the only peace of electronics back home had been the dishwasher I was
serious. I literally did not live in this century, more like the Ying Dynasty
or something.

Well, of
course I knew about the basics of technology like flipping a switch to turn on
a light but when someone asks me about the difference between ingress
and egress traffic I have no clue what there talking about.

I mean what kind of person actually needs to know this kind
of stuff anyway?

At least M. Poulin was understanding towards my confusion
and gave me help when it was most desperately needed, or in other words, the
entire class time.

I ose ose the rest of the class thought I was pretty stupid,
and I wondered how it was possible that I was placed in an advanced computer
class.

It wasn�t like things got any better after that ghastly
experience. Mei and her group of friends managed to catch up with me in the
hall.

It was at
that moment that I realized just how pathetically serious they are about being
cool, also just how far behind I am in learning how to be cool. We are
supposedly meant to walk into the cafe exactly fifteen minutes into lunch and
then sit as close to the cool guys table as possible, if not at there table.

Oh, and
then here comes the good part, we aren�t supposed to eat the whole of are
lunches because that would make us look like pigs in front of the cool guys.

How
pathetic can you get?

And so,
exactly fifteen minutes into lunch, we walked into the caf� and the
considerable noise that I could hear halfway down the hall earlier died down to
a murmur of its previous strength and I could feel every eye in the room pass
over me.

And I must
say that I don�t like the way I�m feeling right now one microscopic bit.

I have no
delusions about myself, I am in no way comfortable with being the center of
attention. I never had before been scrutinized so thoroughly, and in front of a
large group of people that I had never even met before. What could they
possibly be thinking? I mean it�s my first day. This had better not have
anything to do with being popular, cause if so I don�t think I want any of it.

I trail
along with the small group of girls and when they sit down at a table littered
with other boys I immediately sit as far away from the guys as possible. From
what I see I already don�t like them.

Sitting at
the table was Quatre the nice quiet guy that I met in English class and
possibly the only guy here that I might actually like. Next there�s a bouncy
looking guy with long braided brown hair, a smirking and quite frankly stupid
looking blond, a sophisticated and creepy looking short haired brunet and the
guy who had the nerve to trip me in the halls. All in all, it didn�t look like
I would enjoy their company very much.

I sit quite
stiffly and blatantly uncomfortably next to Mei and the other girls. I take out
my lunch and spend as much time as I possibly can trying to figure out the
intricacies of the sandwich and my digestive system and I must say that I�m not
impressed with there attitude toward my ignoring them.

�Wu, is
there something wrong?� After prodding at me for several minutes I finally
graced her with an answer.

�I�m fine.�
I admit that I could have dealt with my annoyance at being stuck here somewhat
differently. I just didn�t and simply hoped that my attitude would make it
obvious.

My
calculations must be off as of late because I didn�t get the point across quit
as clearly as I hadecteected.

�You don�t
sound fine. Tell me what�s wrong?� God is she dumb. �Every one here just wants
you to feel accepted.�

�I�m fine.�
I had to grit my teeth to keep from bighting her head off. �Leave me alone.� I
turn away from her and I can�t conceive anyway that I could be misinterpreted.

She put her
hand on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. �You can�t make friends with
them if you�re always pouting.� My god, dose she ever give up? �Come on and
give me a smile.�

All that I
ask for is a few hours of peace, and I get this instead.

I frown at
her and then turn even farther away.

The next
thing I know Mei is telling them I�m feeling a little shy and intimidated in
the presence of such wonderful people.

I really
need to brush up on my scowls, they don�t seam to get the point across like
they used to.

Although I
must be thankful that they are now fully ignoring my presence at there table.

Taking a
look at them I must say that these girls have some trouble reading men. I barely
know them and I can already feel the tension around the table. The girls must
have been pushing into their territory for quite some time and I don�t think
they like it very much.

I wonder
how good their self-control is because it looks like one or two of them might
just implode at any moment.

The bell
rings and it�s like everyone at the table gave a silent sigh of relief. I
quickly dump what�s left of my lunch into the trash and hastily make my way
over to the gym for my next class.

I rush
through the process of putting my gym clothes on, a plane white tank top and
baggy blue shorts and black and red running shoes, and then dash into the
gym.

The rest of
the class slowly trickling in a few at a time, I watched as the girls went to
the far side of the gymnasium and the guys stayed close to the door.

Good, it
looks as though were taking separate classes, I can�t stand going against a
girl. It�s against my moral code to beat one under any circumstances, although
it would be even worse for me to lose to one. That would be mortifying.

(Heero)

Watching as
the new kid took his seat at the end of the table I had the bizarre sense that
I�d seen him before, I just couldn�t think of where.

Well, it�s
not like it�s important or anything.

I go back
to eating my lunch, or trying anyway. Relina is clinging to my arm again.

What is
this girls problem anyway? Not once have I seen her eat when she sits with us.
Dose she even have a lunch?

At least
the new kid has a lunch. And how is it that they�re letting him eat but not me?

What�s his
secret, how is it that they�re leaving him alone. Maybe he�s just here because
Meiran is to.

It�s not
faire.

Well, I�m
not one to mope about. I pushed Relina�s hand from my arm and started in on my
burger and fries and continued to push her hand away when ever she grabbed at
me. I must admit that the both of us were not in the least bit pleased by the
time the bell rang.

Taking my
time to get into class and making sure to be dressed in my usual gym outfit of
a baggy green tank top, black spandex shorts and white sneakers.

Standing
around with the guys I couldn�t help but look at the new kid, umm� Wufei, and
think of how true Meiran�s complaints the past week were true.

Wufei might
have looked small earlier when he had been wearing those baggy clothes but in
the tight tank top he was now wearing it was easy to see that he was indeed no
weakling.

When M. Eve
came in, he first told the girls what to do and then, confident that they would
do as they were told, returned to where we were and explained that we were to
play a game of basketball and to form two teems.

He then
pulled Wufei aside and from what I could tell started to test him our in a few
things. Endurance being one, he had the kid running laps around the gym and
then a few simple workouts like sit-ups and push-ups.

There was
no mistaking that he was good.

It was
pretty obvious that the rest of the class wasn�t truing to hard to do very much
and most of the girls were off in space or watching Wufei move around the room
or the guys running around after the ball or shouting hoops.

All in all,
class was nothing special.

Moving on
to the last class of the day, I�m happy to say that it passed bye rather well.
I tend to not like science very much, it�s just not my kind of thing. Although
I can�t help but gloat at the fact that I excel at the subject.

I�ve always
found it easy to retain complex information in my head and can�t help but admit
that along with science; math, computers and history are also very undemanding
for me and my many talents.

Studding
for me is almost meaningless, just sitting in class I can almost recite
perfectly what the teacher said.

The only
times that I ever really have trouble is group work. I don�t communicate well
with others and tend to order others around so as to have things my way. Which,
depending on the partner, can end up rather shoddily.

I don�t
suppose that others take well to being ordered around and know for a fact that
my friends hate it when I tell them what to do.

I simply
have to have everything just so, or else I go berserk.

My uncle is
the same way so at home we have an understanding. We simply don�t touch each
others stuff and I must admit that it�s the cleanest house I�ve ever seen in
the entirety of my short life.

Most
certainly the most impeccably clean space belonging to two bachelors.

The class
ends at three on the dot as always and everyone in class rushes out and hurries
home.

Instead I
take my time, I�m in no rush to get home. Actually I have a tutoring session to
get to. I volunteer at the local library, tutoring kids in several subjects.

I take my
time getting there, knowing that I had no usual students today.

The park I
pass through on my way there is actually very beautiful at this tof yof year
with the trees turning nice shades of orange and red.

The little
kids running about and the new kid hiding behind a bush and a �. A bush? What�s
he doing there?

Looking
swiftly about a can see Relina�s gang headed this way and before thinking twice
about it I dash under the bush beside him and slapping a hand over his mouth
when I see that he is about to protest my being here.

The girls
pass a little to close to where we are for my comfort but once out of sight I
let out a deep breath that I didn�t even realize I was holding. Relaxing a bit
I look down to see a pair of indignant onyx, no� just very dark brown eyes
glairing indignantly at me just above my hand.

Removing my
hand from covering Wufei�s mouth, I give him what he must think of as a rather
pathetic attempt at a smile. I�ve never been very good at them.

He just
scowls and attempts to push me off of him.

I�m not
saying that he�s weak or anything, simply that my weight is somewhat more then
he can handle.

�Will you
benignly remove yourself from your current position above me.� I must say that
it was one of the cutest things I have ever seen in some time.

Admittedly
the look he was giving me would not have been considered endearing in other
circumstances and on an other face. But at this very moment I don�t think
there�s an other word that could clearly describe it.

Perhaps a
disgruntled cat meowing for some milk that he knows he won�t receive.

�Now.�

It was
practically growled at me. Better make it a wet kitten begging for attention.

I slowly
roll off of him and for the first time take a good long look at him. He�s not
very tall that ones for certain, at least compared to my six� one. His midnight
black hair reaching just past his shoulders tied tightly at the nape of his
neck. His baggy clothes covering what I know are well defined mussels, although
perhaps not the strongest ones around.

Annoyed, he
slowly stands up and brushes off his pants and gives me his drowned kitten
glare and I can�t help but smirk at him.

�Why on
earth did you do that?�

Hum, is
that a trick question? To get away from the geese or simply because I didn�t
wish to get up. Oh well, I�ll stick with the answer I�m known for. �Hn?�

�What are
you supposed to mean by that? Answer me? You had no right to jump on me like
that and to ignore me when I told you to get off. Is there something wrong with
your head? Are you even hearing what I�m saying?�

Not really,
I take a look around, and people are starting to stare.

Quickly, I
grab my bag and continue on my way to the library. The kids amusing but I have
more important things to do than lesson to him rant all afternoon.

I can hear
his frustrated growl from behind me and know that I have won this round, and I
must say that I can�t wait for round two.

Slightly
shorter then the last chapter but I�m keeping over my minimum or words� 4000
being the minimum. First chapter 4726 words, second chapter 4353 words.

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