Agen High

Author Notes: A fic that was bouncing around my head until I forced it out on paper. It came out ok. I think… PS If anyone has future ideas for chapters, go ahead and IM me at Yahoo: Slytherin_poster_boy, or AOL: ShotInsane, email me at lilwicca_123@yahoo.com, or even just post a review with your idea, I will dedicate the chapter to you then!

Wufei: I’m in this one again, onna?
Kris: -nod nod- But your not stuck with Duo this time? That should be better….
Duo: -sniffles in the corner-
Kris: Don’t worry, Duo-kun, you get your own spotlight, quite a few people like you in this ficcy!!
Duo: -squee!-
Warning: RELENA…I know, I hate her too.
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His fingers were twisted in the dirty blonde hair, giving a h tug tug as pain radiated from his cock. “God damnit!” Heero cried softly, as not to alert the bus driver, glaring at the large, pitiful eyes that met his. The girl lifted her head, lips bruised from the pressure that had been exerted on them, “What the hell are you trying to do, Peacecraft, bite it off?!” “N..no…the..bus..it..it hit a bump..I didn’t..” “Shut up and get away.” He growled, tucking his cock back into his boxers and re-zipping his pants. Her eyes shone with tears, fake, but still, they were tears, “I’m so sorry, Heero, just..don’t..please, don’t tell anyone…” Nodding just to get the girl away from him, he leaned back against the fake leather seat. Snickering erupted from beside him, “Shut the hell up, Wufei.” He hissed, glaring at his black-haired half-brother, “Oohhh, Heeerrrooo, I’m ssooo sorryyyy…pplleeaaasseee don’t telll!!” Wufei mocked, and Trowa chuckled behind him, “Shut up! It was the bimbo’s fault, she fuckin’ bit me!” Trowa winced and Wufei nodded in acknowledgement, “Are you going to kick her out then? Make a few rumors?” Wufei’s eyes shone, that was one thing he DID like, “Mmh, I don’t know, maybe, I’ll think about it, you could cook a few up about her for me?” Nodding at the question, Wufei returned to silently looking around, the wheels in his head already turning.

If you haven’t noticed already, this was a normal occurrence. The three boys would get onto the bus, be propositioned, and pick a few lucky ones to ‘claim’ their place in the ‘popular’ crowd for that week. The students, male and female alike would offer up one thing or another, mostly sexual pleasure, blowjobs to be exact. Trowa and Heero were the only two to take people up on the bus, though, Wufei was more discreet, yet it was said to take more to make Wufei happy. Anyone who went to Agen High knew the two Yuy brothers’ , and Barton’s word was law. You see, in Agen, money made the man, and the Yuys, Bartons, and Peacecrafts where the three families who had the most money. Heero’s family was the richest, a Japanese born boy who’s biological father married Wufei’s mom, together, the two of them became the most prominent couple in Japan, and he and his father, along with Wufei and his mother left their native Chinese and Japanese countries to come to America, immediately his father landed a job in the senate, his step-mother made her name as a lawyer. Trowa’s family where the first to come to America, a native European family that only made it big when Trowa’s father became president of the half of the nation’s oil input company, B&C Co. The Peacecrafts where far down that ladder from the Bartons and Yuys, more of a state renown family that a nation renown one. The boys were enemies at first sight, until Relena tried to dig her claws into each of their fortunes in turn. They became friends under the need to smite the blonde girl. From then on, they had all the say in the school, there was no opposing groups like those of Goths and Punks, just the preps, and they listened to them, not always did what they said, but they took special care not to overstep their boundaries.

One boundary was their territory, Wufei, Heero, and Trowa all had their own territory, the last seat on the bus, was one of their boundaries , the one that ran from one side to the other, that too was useful because of Trowa and Heero’s lack of discrepancy. Trowa always sat to the right of Wufei, who sat in the middle and was easily visible down the aisle between the seats, Heero always to the left of the Chinese boy. The seats in front of them hid Heero and Trowa’s lower quarters from view, as well as whomever was sucking them off that day; held their book bags and other things, Wufei’s mountains of novels and textbooks, Heero’s guitar, and Trowa’s scrapbooks and basketball managed to take up the two seats in front of them. The next boundary was their ranks and spots in school. Wufei was the scholar, the artist, lived and breathed classical text, wrote poetry that none but the Arts teacher had seen, he was shy and, though he acted like king of the nerds, he was also the top wrestler in their school. Heero was a close second to Wufei’s championship, and the two often balanced each other. Heero was known for his attack skills, Wufei for defense. As well as wrestling, Heero played the guitar, and was often see in the band room, helping out Mrs. Po with the chorus and band classes and was a great goalie on the soccer team. Trowa was a different story all together, he was captain of the basketball team, played kicker for the football team, and still managed to juggle his drama club job in his schedule, mainly because the teachers moved THEIR schedules to fit Trowa’s. It didn’t bother then that they had their perfect little niches in the system, that was…until he showed up and challenged their places.

The bus came to a halt, a surprising one that Heero couldn’t remember being on the route, Trowa returned the look that Heero sent him, and Wufei picked himself up off the floor from the sudden stop, growling about stains and ‘injustice’. Heero snorted, typical Wufei. The sound of the door opening to the bus caught everyone’s attention, either one of the students had moved into the shabby ranch-cottage home that they had stopped in front of, or they had a new student. Relena was staring at the door as well, Heero noticed, so that meant no one had moved from their homes, the Peacecraft girl would have been the first to know if someone ditched their house for this dump and wouldn‘t be looking so surprised, that left one option, there was a new student. A smirk lifted Heero’s lips, and he glanced back at Trowa once more, eyebrow raising. A slight nod from the other boy said that he came to the same conclusion and they both looked forwards to see who was boarding the bus. The top of a chestnut-brown head came into view, and Heero’s lips twisted a bit. The bangs were red and black, he noted, but it didn’t stop there. The long hair was braided, a black bow tied off the end of the long braid, and it swung tantalizing over the ass of the owner’s pants. The new student turned his back to the students, handing the driver a small red slip of paper, and Heero could see that the fingernails where painted black. Black jeans with a scythe across the seat, ‘blood’ spelt out ‘Like What You See?’ across the small expanse where exposed as the top of the owner’s leather jacket was pulled up in what looked to be a shrug. From his position a good ten feet away, Heero could hear the pounding of ‘death metal’ music falling from the boy’s headphones. A few strands of hair were pushed behind an ear lined in piercings. The dangling upside-down cross was the main attraction, it hung from the lobe, and a continuation of the chain that connected it to the stud ran up through the rest of the studs in the boy’s ear. Seven piercings, he counted, and frowned. Wufei made a soft sound beside him, and he turned to look at the boy. He was gawking at the teen. Turning back to the new student, he grimaced, the boy was looking for a seat now, and Heero got the pleasure of seeing the boy’s face. Cat-eye contacts where set in a kohl lined frame, a disturbing red in color, met his eyes, and a smirk uplifted a set of blood-red colored lips. Another piercing, smaller than the studs in the boy’s ear, was set in his nose, a matching on in his left eyebrow. The boy stood in a slightly open stance, legs parted as he surveyed the students that where staring at him. Heero let himself look leisurely, a black and red sleeveless shirt was playing peek-a-boo between the sides of the boy’s coat, the glint of safety pins connected the top part of the shirt to the bottom red half, and Heero was sure he could see the shimmer of a piercing beneath the pins. Navel ring, he concluded, before letting his eyes fall lower. The boy’s legs were longer than a normal boy’s, and the legs of his jeans were connected in the back by straps that Heero thought reminded him of a straightjacket’s straps, his eyes fell to the last part of the boy’s outfit, black boots that were making their way up the aisle…