Agen High
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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,967
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Testing Authority
Author Notes: Another Chapter for you, If I get reviews, I’ll keep posting. Give me a few ideas!!
CHAPTER 2
Duo Maxwell wasn’t a troublemaker, but trouble had a habit of finding him. And that’s how he found himself whisked off from his large city life in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to the smaller New York town called Fenton. ‘A bunch of stuck up ritzy types in a small town had to be bad for the health.’ Was the first thing in Duo’s head when he went shopping for his new school clothing. He had orders to find a better wardrobe, one that had less ripped jeans, and a bit more material; he came home with black clothing and set to work on his old clothing, adding what he wanted to them. His mom threw her hands up and went to throw more paint on a canvas, his dad wasn’t home at the moment, more on the road then anything, but that didn’t bother him, he knew he wouldn’t get away with everything he got, but he absolutely loved his new clothing, and was looking forwards to shoving needles in the preps’ eyes.
Yawning and glaring at the alarm clock that dare betray the fact that he wanted to still sleep, he pulled himself out of bed. He hadn’t gotten a good chance to unpack yet, having been helping his mother with the rest of his house, as well as fixing his wardrobe up as mom ordered, so he took a few moments to drag his CD player from a box, his CDs, and his boots. After he’d picked out his outfit, showered, and eaten, he began to get dressed and get his makeup on. If he was lucky, he’d get by his mother before she could accuse him of ‘rocking the boat’. He wasn’t really trying to cause trouble, but he wasn’t going to change the way he liked to dress and what he liked to do because a few snobs thought it was less than them. Adding the last coat to his black nails, brushing a swipe of crimson lipstick over his lower lip and snagging another piece of toast, he bounded down the driveway towards the road. His favorite CD pounded through the headphones around his neck as he listened for the bus, blowing absently at his drying nail polish at the same time, and trying to finish the last piece of toast. The sounds of rumbling made his lips turn upwards, and he discarded the last crumb of bread into his mouth, wiping it on the tissue he had in his pocket before taking out the slip of paper for the driver and waiting for the yellow vehicle to come to a stop.
The first thing he noticed was the insane set up the bus had. Pittsburgh’s seats where mixed with black and white, female and male, where as this bus was packed, but still sectioned. The black boys where to the very front and the left, black girls to the front and right. A few girls that had pom-poms in their hands sat across the aisle to the guys bearing lettermen jackets. He still pasted on a smile, offered the slip of paper to the driver and turned to find some twenty sets of eyes on him. Each one of them was taking in his outfit, as well as the light smile one his face compared to the hardness in con contact-covered eyes. He was tense, waiting….but none of the preps jumped and battered him to the ground, which was what he found he was fearing when he first stepped onto the bus. He looked around in disgust, there was no where to sit without being packed three to a seat…wait….he noted that there were only three guys in the back of the bus, maybe they were more of the outcasts? He could chance it, and it was only place to sit unless he wanted to clean out the seats in front of the oriental looking boys and the boy with the long bang, but he didn’t have enough time. He headed to the back of the bus, lips twisted into a straight line and tilted his head, before sliding in between the banged-boy and the black haired oriental. The other oriental was glaring at him, so he figured he’d better stay away from him.
Duo turned to the brown haired boy beside him when the bus started moving, and the conversation picked up, but he had a feeling that the people were being quieter than usual, waiting for him to speak. ‘Well, then, can’t disappoint my fans..’ “’m Duo Maxwell, and who might you be, do they hanytanything better to do than listen in on my conversations, or wait for me to jump someone, and do I have to wait long before we get to the school?” He asked in one breath, pierced eyebrow raising slightly. Trowa snorted, and a grunt sounded from behind him, but he ignored it and narrowed his eyes on the banged-boy as he answered, “Barton, Trowa. No. They’ll wait until you change the way you dress. And about five minutes, you’re the last stop.” Trowa answered, before turning back to look out the window. Heero was still glaring at him, but he was glancing at the Chinese boy beside him every few seconds. “Newb.” The brown-haired oriental boy spoke up, “This is our territory, go find a seat with the other fungus.” Heero said, and Duo smirked, “I thought I -was- sitting with the fungi, but, of course I have been known to mistake slime to fungi.” Duo shot back, before standing. Three…two…one… “Hn. Baka.” Growling under his breath, the braided boy glared into cobalt eyes, “I am not an idiot, yes I know some Japanese, so bite me, and why the hell should I move anyway? I don’t see your names anywhere.” Heero’s eyes where narrowing and if it wasn’t for the fact that Wufei had his hand on his shoulder, he would have pounded the boy’s face into the seat, “I don’t give a fuck if you know Japanese, and we don’t need to put our names on any of our things. So get the fuck out.” Duo’s eyes rolled and he shook his head. Even Wufei couldn’t stop Heero from standing, because he wanted to stand and state the injustice that Duo thought he could go straight to wherever he wanted without any prior thought. ‘Idiot’ he thought to himself, before glaring at the boy, even Trowa, one who usually showed no emotion, was looking surprised. “I said, Maxwell, get out of here or your ass isn’t going to live to even SEE the school!” Heero growled. And this time Wufei had to grab the boy’s wrist, “Heero, he’s a newb, leave him be..” The bus came to a halt and Heero snorted, shaking his head at the long-haired boy. Duo turned on the heel of his boot and walked straight off the bus, and, because everyone was watching Heero, they didn’t see the blonde boy that hurried after him.
CHAPTER 2
Duo Maxwell wasn’t a troublemaker, but trouble had a habit of finding him. And that’s how he found himself whisked off from his large city life in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to the smaller New York town called Fenton. ‘A bunch of stuck up ritzy types in a small town had to be bad for the health.’ Was the first thing in Duo’s head when he went shopping for his new school clothing. He had orders to find a better wardrobe, one that had less ripped jeans, and a bit more material; he came home with black clothing and set to work on his old clothing, adding what he wanted to them. His mom threw her hands up and went to throw more paint on a canvas, his dad wasn’t home at the moment, more on the road then anything, but that didn’t bother him, he knew he wouldn’t get away with everything he got, but he absolutely loved his new clothing, and was looking forwards to shoving needles in the preps’ eyes.
Yawning and glaring at the alarm clock that dare betray the fact that he wanted to still sleep, he pulled himself out of bed. He hadn’t gotten a good chance to unpack yet, having been helping his mother with the rest of his house, as well as fixing his wardrobe up as mom ordered, so he took a few moments to drag his CD player from a box, his CDs, and his boots. After he’d picked out his outfit, showered, and eaten, he began to get dressed and get his makeup on. If he was lucky, he’d get by his mother before she could accuse him of ‘rocking the boat’. He wasn’t really trying to cause trouble, but he wasn’t going to change the way he liked to dress and what he liked to do because a few snobs thought it was less than them. Adding the last coat to his black nails, brushing a swipe of crimson lipstick over his lower lip and snagging another piece of toast, he bounded down the driveway towards the road. His favorite CD pounded through the headphones around his neck as he listened for the bus, blowing absently at his drying nail polish at the same time, and trying to finish the last piece of toast. The sounds of rumbling made his lips turn upwards, and he discarded the last crumb of bread into his mouth, wiping it on the tissue he had in his pocket before taking out the slip of paper for the driver and waiting for the yellow vehicle to come to a stop.
The first thing he noticed was the insane set up the bus had. Pittsburgh’s seats where mixed with black and white, female and male, where as this bus was packed, but still sectioned. The black boys where to the very front and the left, black girls to the front and right. A few girls that had pom-poms in their hands sat across the aisle to the guys bearing lettermen jackets. He still pasted on a smile, offered the slip of paper to the driver and turned to find some twenty sets of eyes on him. Each one of them was taking in his outfit, as well as the light smile one his face compared to the hardness in con contact-covered eyes. He was tense, waiting….but none of the preps jumped and battered him to the ground, which was what he found he was fearing when he first stepped onto the bus. He looked around in disgust, there was no where to sit without being packed three to a seat…wait….he noted that there were only three guys in the back of the bus, maybe they were more of the outcasts? He could chance it, and it was only place to sit unless he wanted to clean out the seats in front of the oriental looking boys and the boy with the long bang, but he didn’t have enough time. He headed to the back of the bus, lips twisted into a straight line and tilted his head, before sliding in between the banged-boy and the black haired oriental. The other oriental was glaring at him, so he figured he’d better stay away from him.
Duo turned to the brown haired boy beside him when the bus started moving, and the conversation picked up, but he had a feeling that the people were being quieter than usual, waiting for him to speak. ‘Well, then, can’t disappoint my fans..’ “’m Duo Maxwell, and who might you be, do they hanytanything better to do than listen in on my conversations, or wait for me to jump someone, and do I have to wait long before we get to the school?” He asked in one breath, pierced eyebrow raising slightly. Trowa snorted, and a grunt sounded from behind him, but he ignored it and narrowed his eyes on the banged-boy as he answered, “Barton, Trowa. No. They’ll wait until you change the way you dress. And about five minutes, you’re the last stop.” Trowa answered, before turning back to look out the window. Heero was still glaring at him, but he was glancing at the Chinese boy beside him every few seconds. “Newb.” The brown-haired oriental boy spoke up, “This is our territory, go find a seat with the other fungus.” Heero said, and Duo smirked, “I thought I -was- sitting with the fungi, but, of course I have been known to mistake slime to fungi.” Duo shot back, before standing. Three…two…one… “Hn. Baka.” Growling under his breath, the braided boy glared into cobalt eyes, “I am not an idiot, yes I know some Japanese, so bite me, and why the hell should I move anyway? I don’t see your names anywhere.” Heero’s eyes where narrowing and if it wasn’t for the fact that Wufei had his hand on his shoulder, he would have pounded the boy’s face into the seat, “I don’t give a fuck if you know Japanese, and we don’t need to put our names on any of our things. So get the fuck out.” Duo’s eyes rolled and he shook his head. Even Wufei couldn’t stop Heero from standing, because he wanted to stand and state the injustice that Duo thought he could go straight to wherever he wanted without any prior thought. ‘Idiot’ he thought to himself, before glaring at the boy, even Trowa, one who usually showed no emotion, was looking surprised. “I said, Maxwell, get out of here or your ass isn’t going to live to even SEE the school!” Heero growled. And this time Wufei had to grab the boy’s wrist, “Heero, he’s a newb, leave him be..” The bus came to a halt and Heero snorted, shaking his head at the long-haired boy. Duo turned on the heel of his boot and walked straight off the bus, and, because everyone was watching Heero, they didn’t see the blonde boy that hurried after him.