Harmony Ch. 1

[WhiteWindRRose]

Harmony by WhiteWindRRose
Chapter 1

Author's note: I'd like to clarify first that this story does include the other original pairings, but the main is 1xR. Just gotta make an intro on the rest of the cast. ^.^

Disclaimer:
WWR: They?re mine! ALLL MIINE!
Frozen: O_o
WWR: I own Heero?s nose, eyes, index finger...
Frozen: ::twaks Rose with bat::
WWR: @_@
Frozen: Don?t listen to her. She doesn?t own a thing?not even the clothes she has on... but that?s another story! Enjoy the chapter!

Here we sat, at our usual lunch table--me and my friends. Glancing around at the familiar faces I noticed Rel wasn't here; however, I knew exactly where she was. She was studying for that algebra test Friday, and god did she need help (Hah! A Sophomore and still Algebra bothers her). Boys and Algebra were the only two things she had no clue in. But on the former her intellect had increased a bit, thanks to "muah."

Now she has a cute, popular, all-around good guy boyfriend, ...if u like stiff and stupid, I added with a snort. (It wasn?t MY fault she liked him!) And now it seemed she had found someone to tutor her--What was his name again? Harry, no, Henry, no... Hee... Heero! Yeah, Heero... Yuy, I think.

My insides churned as I remembered him. This was no boy. This was a man. Talk about Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome, Yuy simply drove me mad. His hair is always ruffled in that I'm-too-sexy-for-you way, and I'd bet anyone a million dollars that he had a washboard stomach and perfect muscles. I'm not one for a guy with watermelon muscles that seem to engulf his whole body, nor am I one for lemon sized triceps and biceps. If my eyes could swallow, he'd be gone at first glance--his features irresistible eye-candy.

"Hey, Dorothy!" My head turned to regard Mariemaia seated to my right. The glare of her crimson hair was doubly intensified by the light shining through a nearby window behind her and I was forced to narrow my gaze slightly.

My dear niece... daughter of my cousin Treize. I remembered all the trouble he got into when they found out his girlfriend Laura was pregnant. All four parents and Laura wanted an abortion, but Treize wouldn't have it. He convinced Laura not to kill the unborn child, but there were still her parents who intended to put Mariemaia on an adoption list. He forcefully stated that he could take care of her, and my uncle and aunt finally caved. Now she's a freshman in a private school and she's lucky enough to have her aunt here to look out for her. So the kids a tad smart for ten years old, I ain?t intimidated.

Mariemaia isn't spoiled; she's not bad, except for the near fact that she idolizes me. That's danger in itself. You don't want to be like me. I'm a bitch. But we are a lot alike anyway. She's almost like a mini-me. Hah.

"Hmn?" I replied.

"Where's Rel?" she swallowed the rest of her turkey sandwich and reached for her can of Barge's Root Beer.

"Getting tutored." The statement attracted the stares of everyone at the oblong table.

"Fer sho, Sly?" Karen's eyebrows shot up. My head swirled in her direction at the sound of my nickname. "Damn, I didn't think Rel needed help on anything." Her sky blue eyes smiled at me as her fingers absently toyed with the white blouse collar of her uniform.

'Well, you don't know her that well!' I smothered the comment. It's always, "You got an A+ on that friggen hard language test, Rel?" or "I can't believe THE Andrew Tervino likes you!" Rel just has everything; she doesn't even need to hang around a bunch of back stabbers to be popular. Damn, am I a wanna-be or what?

"It's algebra," I noticed the icy coldness of my tone, but I really didn't care. She took no notice anyway.

"Figures," Marveline commented through a mouth full of lettuce and tomatoes. "I hate algebra, and it shows on my test scores. But I take private tutoring."

"Who's her tutor?" Mariemaia wondered aloud.

"H--" I began.

"Oh, probably some nerd with glasses and plaid shirts," Janesia rolled her eyes, and they nodded in agreement as the lone freshman glanced back at me for reassurance.

I gave her a knowing smirk, "Yeah, a real skinny, styleless dork." They murmured, "I knew it"s, to each other. Maybe I'll keep Yuy to myself... that is unless Rel gets to him first. Did I mention she's a guy magnet?

"Well, let's talk about a total hottie-hot," Emma grinned. "Has anyone seen that new guy Heero Yuy?"

I winced inwardly. Hadn't I once relied on the "Women's International Communication Network" for information? Suddenly I couldn't believe that I had hoped to keep him to myself. Now they would be all over him, batting eyelashes and thrusting forward their bosoms. Flocks would surround him... my mind's eye envision his dangerously attractive self being chased through the halls by a mob of "love" sick girls. At times like these I could damn the WICN, but I knew it had it's ups, too.

I let out a sigh and replied, "Yeah," along with Marveline. Unlike me, she looked as if to bound off her seat.

"Oh, you all should've seen him. HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD!" I couldn't agree more.

"Damn, you'd better go into the details, gurl!" Janesia shook her dark head with a smirk.

As Marveline went on, Mariemaia murmured to herself, ?Is it true that girls are attracted to gay guys??

I inclined my head towards her, ?Hmm??

?Is it true that girls are attracted to gay guys?? I was about to ask where a question like that came from but was interrupted.

?Yup! I remember liking a guy for a whole year ?til I found out. He was hot, considerate, and compassionate?everything any girl would want in a guy. But he wasn?t interested in me, just some guy named Taylor. Unfortunately Taylor didn?t have the same feelings. But he and I are still friends and we talk from time to time.? Emma had replied. She has a boyfriend?Herbert Trubal?and is totally uninterested in anyone else. Now THAT was one thing I didn?t understand. I sure as hell wouldn?t be able to do that. What makes Bert so special? He?s just another guy with average grades, no sports activities, etc. She?s such a fool... everyone knows he?s just after her money. But it?s none of my business, you know, and there?s been some rumors that they broke up. This talk about liking another guy might be a lead to investigate in.

?Don?t tell me... it?s BERT!? I smirked.

Emma gasped, ?How did you know? Was it that obvious??

I rolled my eyes. I didn?t; It was meant to be a joke. Well... at least now I know that they did break up... and Bert?s gay, of course. Hmm.... always knew there was SOMETHING wrong with him....

?There?s only ONE other gay guy here,? Karen smirked.

?Really???? Emma?s eyebrows shot up. ?Who? Maybe I could tell Bert...?

Janesia mirrored Karen?s grin. ?And they could get together!!!?

?Well... who is he?? Emma urged.

?I think Bert already knows,? I chirped, glancing off in the direction of a table far off in the ?losers? section of the cafeteria.

The wooden surface was charred with pen name signatures and other various messages. The chairs were new though, made of a thin, navy, coarse plastic with metal legs. There were four regulars to this table, but one was off on ?business,? which left the remaining three with a newbie. One sat alone on the right side of the table, making sure the rest understood that he didn?t want anything to do with them. His glossy jet black hair was tied up in a pony tail; his books and satchel lay on the floor to his right. After taking in his rather long, thin eyes, pale white skin, and jet black hair, you?d know instantly that he was Chinese.

I recognized him as Chang Wufei, though he preferred being addressed by his last name as his culture calls. I myself would have called him Wufei anyway; Chang just didn?t sound right. The cafeteria food lunch tray in front of him was half full, but he was in no hurry to finish. Instead, his gaze was on the scene occurring across from him, his eyebrows raised and lips pressed together in a thin line.

At a distance to his right, another ?odd-man-out? was sitting, his arms folded in front of his broad chest. His mustard brown hair was styled unusually so that it acted as a mask to the right side of his face. The one emerald jewel that could be seen was dull, dark, and revealed nothing. Trowa Barton, The Silent One?as The King deemed him?didn?t seem to notice the commotion going on beside him.

Sitting across from the irked Chinaman were two well-built blondes. One though had unusual dark brown, rustic eyes; pearl-white teeth gleamed as a big smile spread across his acne splotched face. His hair was shaped into a dirty blonde wave over the right side of his forehead frozen in mid-swoop by gel. Herbert Trubal. By the enchanted look he gave the other blonde, I knew I had been right.

Endless sky-blue orbs spoke of the other blonde?s feelings without the use of words. Unlike Herbert, his hair wasn?t as tidy though seemed awkwardly neat as the strands swayed slightly in front of his line of vision. He seemed to be trying to edge away from Bert, his grin sheepish.

?So he?s got a thing for Winner?? Marveline cackled.

Quatre Raberba Winner is as rich as they come and should be part of ?our? group, but something had gone terribly wrong last year. It was quite embarrassing for him actually; he was getting along fine?making friends with The Silent One, Rel, and a couple others I don?t remember?until a mysterious letter appeared in Mr. Prada?s, the Dean?s, inbox about porn in the young millionaire?s locker. Of course he had to look in on it, and I was lucky enough to be there to see the disaster.

Mr. Prada had asked Winner permission to search his locker after the starting bell in the morning. The halls were empty of the familiar clatter of students when I spotted them on my way to biology, late as usual. I stopped immediately to eavesdrop. Prada had added that someone who was to remain anonymous had hinted that Winner was holding something unacceptable in his locker. Winner, seemingly innocent by his wide-eyed look, said, quote, ??By all means, sir. But I assure you that I am not holding anything inappropriate.?? That Winner and his silver tongue... It didn?t save him though. Our Dean sifted though his things for a few seconds as my peeping-tom eyes bore into his back. He stepped back with the offending article in his hand; it was a porn magazine alright, but the odd thing was that instead of the regular woman in a sensual pose, it was a man stroking himself. I remember gasping at the words Man to Man?Gay Guy Sex.

Well, next day, news was out everywhere despite the fact I hadn?t uttered a word to anyone except Mariemaia who firmly stated that she had done the same. Some one else must have been in the halls late and hadn?t been minding their own business, though I doubted it. Either Winner is actually gay or he had made enemies with the worst people. It?s too bad for him; Thank goodness I didn?t make the same mistake, or people might be calling me a lesbian by now.

It often amazes me that Winner didn?t transfer. The King and all his cronies are always shoving his ?real gender? in his face. All I do is laugh with them and pretend to take enjoyment in it to show I?m ?aiite? and I can go along with the flow. I don?t like to think about it anymore though, or all the other people I help the torture. It?s easier to just do it and not think about who they are and why. It makes my living easier, in a way, and some of the guilt goes away.

?Don?t over analyze,? I advise my mini-me, and she nods in agreement.

?How would you like playing matchmaker?? Marveline smirked.

My train of thought torn, I turned to see who she was referring to and realized it was me. ?What??

?Yes, you, Sly! Who else! Ain?t that why we call you that?? Janesia sipped leisurely at her Coke. ?We need your cunning?your incredible suave!?

I grunted, ?Sweet talk isn?t gonna get me out of this chair.?

?How ?bout a couple thousand?? Karen tapped at the polished wood.

?Thousand what??

?Thousands o? Edisons!? It was Marveline?s turn to make an unladylike noise.

I languidly lifted myself up and held my hand out if front of Karen expectantly. ?Sure! Just to stand up??

The blond curls around her face bobbed as she swatted me away. ?Don?t be a smart ass, Dottie!? Had to admit, the girl knew how to get on my nerves with that?that WORD! Dottie... Damn, I just hate that name! Sly, sure. But Dottie! My eyebrows raised to the sound of her giggles.

?Will you do it?? Janesia insisted. I fell silent. ?Name your price!? Did I mention these people were unbelievably wealthy?

[Kiyoko]

Good opening, I can't to see more with Heero and Relena. I like how your telling the story through Dorothy's perspective. Great job, please keep going.

[WhiteWindRRose]

Good opening, I can't to see more with Heero and Relena. I like how your telling the story through Dorothy's perspective. Great job, please keep going.

Have you read the prolouge? Oh, it's back there, somewhere...
I'm not doing just one POV. The last one was Heero's POV where he's tutoring Rel. I advise reading it cuz there might be some confusion when I come back to that scene, so things won't seem unclear.



thankz a bunch 4 reading!!!!!!!!
i'm new at this posting thang, so your support is really appreciated.
:razz:

[suicide_baka]

MUahahah...I love how this is going! Quatra gay!! lol!!! I can't stop cracking up....man to man gay guy sex lol. this is just too much ahahahahah...going great so far!

[shadowcat]

its cool!

Heer?: is that all you want to say/
Cat: Yup
Heero: Surely you got to say somethiing else
Cat: nope
Heero: Come on, i know you want to say something
Cat: nothing but'ITS A GRETA START AND CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE!!!

[Numena]

ohhh..this is wonderful! I can't wait to see what happens next! I really like how you've written Dorothy..and "Sly" is the perfect nickname for her!
Hope you update soon!