Disclaimer: I don't own GS/Destiny. All I own is Cagalli's panties.

Special thanks for my beta reader Hall1990, who was brave enough to dig into this story and made more sense of it. You rock!

Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"ATHRUN! Wake up for God's sake!" The angry sound of Athrun's overly energetic aunt floated into his still sleeping ears.

Creak!

"Mmm… OW!"

"ATHRUN! GOOD MORNING!" His 5 year old cousin jumped on his chest and screamed in his face.

If he wasn't awake before, he was awake now. He had one goal now: Get out of the mad house as quick as possible.

This is how Athrun Zala ended up in an empty classroom, in his usual seat in the back, too early for his liking. Still, it was much, much better than pretending to be Olaf from Frozen for his little cousin's amusement. If the weather had been better, he would have laid his ass on a bench in a park but of course, rain was falling. That's why, for the first time in forever, his infamous self was waiting for history class. Unintentionally, he almost gave his teacher a heart attack when he opened the door and entered the classroom. Mu La Flaga, his homeroom and history teacher dropped everything he was carrying.

Then he blinked and smiled widely. Athrun sighed.

"Mister Zala! What a surprise! You came for my special lesson about Vikings I guess?" he said and started picking up the things he dropped. Some books, a map…A replica of a sword and… a chainmail? Athrun growled.

You see, in his high school there were three kinds of teachers. First, there were the teachers who didn't give a damn. A good example was Arnold Neumann, science teacher who clearly didn't have any interest in teaching. He usually just assigned projects and slept the entire class.

Secondly, there were the terrorists, like Rau Le Creuset and Natarle Badgiruel. Le Creuset was teaching math and his passion was torturing his students by tests, quizzes, homework and his charming personality; armed in a raw irony and sarcasm. It was hard to believe, but Miss Badgiruel was even worse and people who were waiting for her chemistry classes looked like prisoners waiting for a firing squad. Few weeks ago, someone spotted both teachers near swimming pool, smoking and laughing their asses off. The rumors were flying about the duo from hell hooking up in the future, and how their kid was going to be the next Antichrist. God have mercy on them.

Telling the ugly truth, Athrun liked both of them.

Teachers like Mu La Flaga, who liked to keep the students "engaged" in the lesson by forcing them to do crazy things. Like sewing replica clothing from the Japanese Edo period and teaching them formations from the ancient Romanian armies and having fake battles on the school soccer field. That was a fail. Even worse was the fake armor they had to wear. As if the battle wasn't humiliating enough. Athrun could only imagine the lesson Mr. La Flaga had in store for today.

Watching his teacher, who was bringing more and more strange stuff along with a half-naked mannequin and a bottle of ketchup, Athrun started to consider the possibility of tactical withdrawal and spending the whole lesson in a toilet. Or somewhere else. Far, far away.

Meantime, Yuna Roma Seiran entered the classroom and sat on Athrun's left. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at the teacher and his stuff.

"Vikings?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Fuck." he sighed, laid his head on the desk and fell asleep in literally five seconds.

Athrun looked at the snoring purple-haired guy, envying his mad ninja sleeping skills. This guy could fall asleep anywhere, even during the most important chemistry classes, which cost him more detentions than anyone in the history of their school. That was quite an achievement. Athrun had no idea why they created some kind of a twisted bond but they did. He had nothing in common with a guy who would spend an hour in front of the mirror every morning, trying to style his wild hair and who loved his red Porsche, Suzie, more than his own mother. They ignored each other in elementary and middle school but everything changed in the beginning of their high school years.

The day they met, Athrun had been minding his own business, jamming out to his music and without realizing it has stumbled into a group of four guys who were beating up Yuna. Before Athrun could turn back and run away (because hell no, he wasn't a freaking prince charming), the shit hit the fan. Orga, one of Clotho's groupies, tried to hit Athrun, who defended himself and broke Orga's nose, meanwhile Clotho, the leader, aimed at Yuna's pretty face but hit nothing because the whipping boy, when the handsomeness of his face was endangered, turned into a freaking berserker and beat all four boys to a bloody pulp. He looked like a medieval warrior in the midst of battle. Athrun vowed to never try to touch his face, ever.

He didn't know why but after the fight Yuna started to consider Athrun as a friend and told everyone that together they kicked Clotho's group ass. Gossips started flying and people labeled Athrun as a terminator and left him alone. He was grateful and allowed Yuna to copy his chemistry homework during their many detentions.

His classmates were slowly filling the classroom, glaring suspiciously at the teacher. All knew that excited Mu La Flaga equaled something bad.

There were still a couple of minutes left, so Athrun opened his notebook with German vocabulary. You see, learning foreign languages was easy for him. It was logic like math or chemistry. You have some rules, you have to remember them and then you can solve any problem. Simple as that. The best thing about learning a new language was that it kept his mind occupied, so he couldn't think about more unpleasant things.

A loud laughing broke his concentration (Scheiße = shit). He looked up when Kira Yamato, along with his horde of macho followers, entered the room. The captain of the basketball team, mister popular, playboy number one, every girl's crush, blah, blah. Their looks crossed for a second and Kira's eyes held only coldness. Athrun returned to his German and Kira sat on his chair, cool, handsome and awesome, followed by his merry company of idiots.

There was a time, when Athrun played the role of the older brother to him. When he took care of that small, always crying kid with big eyes and snot spread all over his cute face. When he kicked asses of some mean boys and introduced the lost puppy to the rest of the cool kids. And they played basketball together. But well, that was long time ago, when he still cared. Besides, two alpha gorillas can't sit on the same palm tree, happily sharing a banana. Some things have changed, Athrun moved to the less cool tree, Kira became the king of the jungle and everyone was happy.

Only, there were two little problems.

Just now, the first entered the classroom, with a grace of a top model, swaying hips and waiving hair. Flay Allster, the captain of the cheerleader squad and of course, miss super popular. Queen B and the perfect student, she passed Kira's desk without a single look at him. The whole classroom froze. Few weeks ago, Flay and Kira were the perfect couple, the sweethearts of the school. So, what happened? Our dear playboy cheated on her with a random girl at some party. The consequences were spectacular, because the next day in the cafeteria, Flay with a most charming smile on her pretty face, patiently listened to all of his sincere apologies, then hit him in the face with a tray (twice), ending their long-running relationship. And yes, she became a legend.

She sat in front of Athrun and looked at his notebook.

"German again?" she asked.

"Ja natürlich" (1) he answered and she laughed a little.

That earned him a dark look from Kira. And that was the problem because after the legendary break up, Flay moved to the seat in front of Athrun and chatted with him from time to time. Which was mean, because nothing could piss Kira off more. What was good for Flay, wasn't at all good for Athrun, because Kira started to pay attention to him again. And he didn't look like he wanted to share a banana or his ex-girlfriend with him.

Athrun wasn't bothered much by this. He liked talking with Flay (hey! even outsiders need to talk sometimes) and didn't give a damn about Yamato. Well, usually.

Bell rang, Mu smiled, Yuna snored, Athrun sighed and the rest of the people growled like vocalists of a death metal band.

"That's the spirit, kids!" as you correctly guessed, Mu couldn't tell apart a cheering yell from a dying wish. Or he simply ignored the problem.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how Vikings fought with their swords! I need a volunteer!" and everybody just wanted to disappear into thin air.

"Ok! Sai, I see you really want to try it. Come here." poor victim gulped, prayed to Odin and slowly approached his teacher, who started to show him how to hold the sword.

Rest of the class sighed in relief, they were safe. For now. Just as Sai picked up the sword, the door opened and in walked Cagalli Yula Athha. She apologized to the teacher for being late.

"Hier kommt die Sonne (2)" Athrun muttered, as the Catherine the Great of their school sat. Personally, Athrun preferred to call her Godzilla. Of course, only in his head.

Cagalli Yula Athha was the daughter of the current prime minister and everyone said she was going to follow her father's steps in the future. And it was one of the many reasons why Athrun dreamt about escaping to Siberia and breeding reindeers. And having a cat or two.

If she was going to rule this country one day: God, Odin, Amaterasu, Shiva, Muhammad, Zeus and every other forsaken god should have made an alliance and try to save this doomed planet. Or just run away to other mythical world, because this tigress was going to eat them alive. Athrun spoke from his own experiences.

They met in the elementary school, on the playground where he called her a boy. She became mad in a second. He was a little gentleman and tried to explain he didn't want to offend her, it was just that… she looked erm, boyish in this loose t-shirt, too big shorts and a baseball cap. So he called her a boy and she kicked his sorry balls straight to his throat.

That was their first and last interaction in the elementary school, because he was a gentleman and she started to practice karate…

When Cagalli had sat, Mu started the, hmm, more or less standard history lesson.

She wasn't beautiful. Her blonde hair resembled a style of a scarecrow on a field of wheat, her lips were too thin, and she was flat chested and preferred the casual and comfy clothes. She was hotheaded, straight forward and she could change her mood from "how are you?" to "I'm fucking going to rip your spine out!" in one second. And she had a black belt in karate.

But she was also optimistic, cheerful, and funny and cared dearly for her friends. People followed her because of the charm of natural born leader and her sparkling charisma. She sucked in math but was good in creative writing (Athrun heard she wrote some of the most popular hardcore fics for Stellar and Luna yaoi blog, where they were posting M rated fics about… their teachers). She was an uncover fan of sappy TV shows and novel romances. Naturally, she loved English literature classes too.

In middle school, Athrun wasn't a gentleman anymore and didn't give a fuck. And he hated English literature. Don't get him wrong. He loved reading books, especially strange Slavic fantasy literature, but commentaries like "The author of this poem wrote about BLUE curtains, to emphasize the sadness of persona" made him furious. Well, guess what, geniuses. The author use word "blue" in his fucking poem because this adjective rhymed with other words. End of story.

Then one horrible English literature class happened. They were talking about "Romeo and Juliet" and he shared his opinion about it. How he didn't understand why anybody could think that a story in which two stupid children, who couldn't keep their hormones in check, were the main reason why the half of the city got slaughtered, was romantic. Guess what? Cagalli Yula Athha had a very different opinion and she shared it with him, with all people in the class and the whole freaking school. She had that amazing and strong voice. Their argument ended in a spectacular way after the class ended.

Last thing he remembered was her left foot, coming straight to his head. You know karate. But it wasn't THE real last thing, because she was wearing a skirt that day. The view of her pink panties with cute little crocodiles was THE last thing before her foot crashed into his skull. He woke up few hours later in a hospital with a concussion and with the picture of Godzilla's panties burnt into his brain for fucking eternity.

That was the main reason why Athrun kept himself far away from the blonde student council's president. He was sure that their next face to face encounter was going to be the death of him. No, thank you. But he kept arguing with her on their English classes, because there was nothing more entertaining than watching her turning from the teacher's pupil into a bloodthirsty harpy. Besides, he was very cautious not to make her too furious. And well, he was good at escaping from classrooms and she had never cornered him again. Yet.

Kira Gorilla, who sat next to Cagalli, said something to her and the blonde's "fuck off" was heard in the whole classroom (Mu coughed and kept talking about medieval tortures). Here and there some people chuckled but Athrun, of course, didn't give a damn.

The love-hate relationship between those two was well known and commented by everyone in this school. Hell, Dearka made a poll: are they going to sleep together before graduation? (77% of people said yes).

Kira, in Athrun eyes, was a masochist who wanted all girls who didn't want him. Flay didn't pay attention to him at first, and Cagalli has ignored him since forever. That's why he started to tease her, annoy her and act like a kindergarten kid around the blonde head. One beautiful day, it caused him a bloody nose when she had had enough of his shit and punched his handsome face. And he had to be a true masochist, because instead of backing off, he doubled his teasing.

As for Cagalli. Usually, she didn't respond to Gorilla's childlike behavior or would yell at him to frack off, but sometimes there were smiles, chuckles, smirks, long stares and tensions. After all, Kira was charming (in a way), intelligent and could act like a grown up if he tried. Beside oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide, there was some strange kind of chemistry between them.

Athrun observed their interactions from his back seat but didn't give a shit. But you see, if Flay was the first problem in his odd "relationship" with Kira, then Cagalli was the second.

As Yzak, one of their classmates said "Athha doesn't argue with other guys, just with you and Yamato. Everybody sees that." That meant Kira noticed too. And everybody knows that he didn't like it if someone played with "his girls," or bananas.

The bell rang.

"Read the 10th chapter at home! Athrun and Cagalli! Please stay a little longer; I need to talk to you!" Mu yelled trying to outshout the noise.

Athrun froze, Kira shot him a strange look and Yuna woke up.

"Have fun, Zala" Flay smirked and went out.

In an empty classroom stayed one frozen blue head, one stiffed blonde head and an oblivious teacher, who had no idea that he was going to start WW III.

Athrun slowly approached the teacher's desk, stopped before it and stared blankly at Mu. He didn't glanced at Cagalli, when she stopped beside him. He could feel the waves of hot rage that radiated from her.

"Kids, we need to talk. Cagalli, I'm concerned about your math grades. I talked with Mr. Le Creuset; he showed me your last three tests. You barely passed them. It didn't help, that you argued with Mr. Le Creuset last Friday."

"I beg to differ, sir." Cagalli's sour voice could spoil milk in a second "I didn't argue with him, I just called him a stinky motherfu…"

"Ok! Wow, yes! That's why you will spend the next two weeks in detention, but it's not the point. Athrun" Mu's eyes moved to the boy "You skipped too many English classes and your grades are awful. You really need to work on them. You won't get into a good university with a diploma like that."

"Sir, as you already know, I'm not going to any university."

Cagalli shifted her body and Mu looked like Athrun killed his hamster, skinned it, ate it and asked for more. But before the history freak could start a tirade about "wasting a talent" and shit like that, English teacher Murrue Ramius entered the room.

Athrun wanted to cry.

She was wearing a tight blouse, a skirt (but not too short), natural make up and she did something with her hair (Athrun wasn't sure; he was a guy after all). She looked like a modern Artemis hunting for a man. Too bad for her, that one specific man wouldn't realize it, even if she would dance naked in front of him.

"Miss Ramius, have you talked with the principal Durandal?"

"Yes, he agreed to everything" she flashed a beautiful smile but it didn't work, because Mu turned to his students before he saw it.

"So, kids. There is only one solution and there is no place for negotiations. To the end of this semester, Athrun will help Cagalli with math, and you Cagalli, will help him with English literature. If one of you fails, the second will fail too. That's should motivate both of you. Oh, and Athrun, if you don't stop skipping English classes, Cagalli will fail no matter what. Got it?" he finished with an unusual predatory smile.

Silence. Athrun was staring blankly at Mu, thinking what the fuck he did in his previous life, that karma was kicking his ass so hard for now. Cagalli acted like she was a fish – she was opening and closing her mouth, but no sounds was coming out.

Ladies and gentlemen, they were officially screwed.

"Ok, I'll take your silence as a yes. Forgive me, but I need to go to my office."

"Do you have a minute because…" Murrue started and stopped because he shot her a totally not interested kind of stare.

"Miss Ramius watched Vikings show yesterday and has some questions." Godzilla the Cupid said suddenly.

Mu's eyes lit up. He grabbed Murrue's hand and literally dragged her speechless self out.

"My God, it was such a wonderful episode! I didn't know you…" the door shot behind them.

Athrun and Cagalli were left in silence, due to the shock of what just happened.

Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

AN:

(1) Ja natürlich = Yes, of course

(2) Hier kommt die Sonne = Here comes the sun (It's also a line from Rammstein's song Sonne and YES, you don't want to listen to that song.

Thank you for reading!