Rival Chatter

By: Nuriko and Jess

Title: Rival Chatter

Author(s): Dark Nuriko and JessEklom

Category: Gundam Wing

Genre: Humor/Romance/Angst

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xM

Warnings: Yaoi, language, lunacy, AU, and lime/lemon

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Hajime. . .oh, you know. Jess and I don't know the G-boys, much to our dismay. We write solely for fun, so please don't sue us. We don't have much to our names, so it wouldn't be worth it anyway.

Author's Note: This story is one that Jess actually came up with and that I've gotten the information on so that I could begin it. It's the first story in a trilogy that I've dubbed the 'Chatter Trilogy'. Heero and Duo are rivals and hate each other at school, yet slowly becomes friends OL and eventually more. Yet things really heat up when they arrange to meet only to find out that their dearest love is also their greatest rival. Told in switching POV's. Jess will handle Heero's while I'll be doing Duo's. A list of Screen Names are as follows:

Screen Names:

Duo: AngelofDeathShinigami

Heero: PerfectOne

Quatre: ArabianPrince later changed to GentlemenPreferBlondes

Trowa: NoName

Wufei: UnleashtheDragon

Relena: PrincessofPink

Hilde: LveroftheUnused

Meiran: DragonTamerGal

Chapter One:

Mornings were my worst part of the day. I enjoyed spending as much time as I could away from school. Granted, the sister made certain I was stuck having to go. I hated it. I already knew everything I needed to know and at eighteen I was stuck listening to the nuns at the Maxwell orphanage. When I turned eighteen I should have left, but I had no place to go, no family to see, and frankly a comfortable job staying at the orphanage. Father Maxwell, who had been the one to bring me into the orphanage when I was eight, had asked if I'd accept a job helping to take care of the younger kids in exchange for room and board as well as some spending money. The Maxwell Church was really poor, but seemed to always gain the children who became wards of the state.

I had come to this place after my mother had died from an illness. The doctor she had gone to had refused to see her when she had told them she had no money or insurance. To this day, I still hated anyone who had money or power. They simply seemed to think that the world was created for them especially. I hated it. Someone had to show them that this was a place for everyone, not just those with the money to make their lives easier. I didn't know who my father was, and frankly, I didn't care. He was also one of the wealthy people who had tried to buy off my mother when he had found out she was pregnant. She had taken the money he had given her and left, moving to another place to raise me alone. Sadly, I think his cruelty had shadowed her life for a long time to come. For eight years she had taught me follow my heart. After her death, I continued to follow her instructions even into the orphanage. This is what made me well loved at the orphanage.

"Duo! Mark's hitting me again!" a small, girlish voice cried out. I looked up from pulling on my black, form-fitting silk shirt. I was a rebel. I hated being in school, but I had to go if I wanted to stay here with everyone I considered as my family. Granted, most of the children here left before any real attachments formed, but some, like Reno here, stayed for longer than normal due to being different. She was eleven years old with the mind of a seven year old. She was a sweet child, and I loved her dearly. Even taking care of most of the younger children after school, I had seemed to become attached to her and would possibly be hurt if she ever left us. I stepped out of my room, which I held all alone, and turned toward a little girl with shimmering red hair and forest green eyes that were full of tears. I held open my arms and hugged her tightly as she rushed into them.

"Mark! You know better than that! Reno's not used to others her own age. You've been here long enough to realize this," I said, looking sternly at the eleven year old boy standing before me. His hair was a golden yellow while his eyes were two different colors. While one was a very soft gray color, the other was a light blue. He was another one of the Remainders. The Remainders were what I called those who had been in the orphanage for longer than a year. It was usually made up of kids who had something that potential parents didn't want to deal with.

"Sorry Duo, but she was misbehaving." I sighed and looked down into her soft, chubby face. I then gently brushed her tears from her cheeks and eyelashes.

"Reno, what did you do?" I asked softly, not wanting to cause her to cry more. With the mentality of a seven year old you had to forget how old she looked and treat her like a seven year old.

"He wouldn't share his toys," she grumbled, sniffling quietly. I looked up at Mark, who met my gaze head on. Normally most people avoided my gaze. My violet colored eyes made many people flinch. Most couldn't handle their odd coloring. Add on to that my long chestnut hair that I always kept in a braid and my feminine looks and almost everyone was knocked for a loop. Yet I also was the class rebel and slacker. The funny thing is I couldn't fail classes or I'd find myself in trouble. So I also was the second best student in school. Second only to our all around perfect student, Heero Yuy. I tried to keep from rolling my eyes, not wanting to think about him at the moment.

"She wanted to play with my models," Mark told me, instantly solving my question before I ever asked it.

"How about I pick you up something of your own on my way home from school? Would that calm you, Reno? After all, those are very special to Mark and you know you shouldn't play with them." Reno sniffed and nodded.

"All right, Duo. I won't do it again." I hugged her and then let her go. She then turned to Mark. "I'm sorry too, Mark. I shouldn't have done that." Mark hugged her then, kissing the top of her head.

"Don't worry about it, Reno." Mark then gave her a smile. "Tell you what, have Duo pick you up a model kit and I'll make it for you. I'll also let you look at mine anytime you want, as long as you promise not to touch unless I say you can. Deal?" Reno jumped up and down in excitement and nodded.

"Oh, will you Duo? Will you buy me a model kit?" I laughed and nodded my head, sending my braid flying behind me.

"Certainly. What kind do you want? Animal, person, vehicle, machine, or robot?" I asked her she placed her hand to her lips as she thought over it for a moment. Finally she grinned and looked right at me. I knew instantly what she wanted.

"Motorcycle," she answered. I smiled, knowing she would pick that because I had one. She loved going for rides on it and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest at her open love of me.

"Got it. I know just the one to get, as well as what paint and all." I then pulled on a leather trench coat and picked up my backpack, which was also black. I was in love with the color black and that was all I ever wore or owned. Even my motorcycle was black. Just goes to show I have very good taste.

"By the way, the computer store called. You can pick up your laptop after school. Said they finally got it all fixed up for you, just as you requested." I smirked then, a gleam in my eyes. I had been looking foreword to this for a long time. With a DSL line in my room, I would be able to be online when ever I chose without having to worry about tying up the phone line.

"Good. Then I'll see you all later. I've got school to go to just this once, otherwise they might throw a fit. Can't miss the whole week, after all." Reno giggled while Mark laughed.

"They only let you get away with it because you manage to keep your grades so high. Why, if you actually went to school every day, you could beat that Yuy, you mark my words on it," Mark said with a knowing grin. He didn't like the rich any more than I did. His own parents had died when a rich guy had crashed into their car. Yet instead of a trial that would have put the man behind bars, he was let go with a heavy fine that he had been able to pay without batting an eyelash. That alone would have made me hate the privileged, yet I had my own reasons that began over ten years ago.

"Perhaps, but then I'd have to stay around people like Yuy for the rest of my life." Mark rolled his eyes while Reno giggled again. I then hugged her once more and headed toward the door. "See ya," I called with a wave over my shoulder.

"Bye," Mark called back.

"Bai bai," Reno yelled, waving back. I then jumped onto my bike and started it up. After pulling on my black helmet I took of for school, the last place I wanted to be, yet the only place I could go at this moment in time. It was test day, after all, and I couldn't miss this, not if I wanted to keep up my grade point average.

Arriving at school, I parked as close to the main part of the school as I could get. Most of the really good parking belonged to those who could afford cars that no high school student should be driving around in. Too bad no one told the parents of these spoiled kids that. Then again, sometimes the kids just ran off and bought then for fun. I would never really understand that. Then again, I'd never really understand the upper class. Hell, I didn't really understand the middle class either. The only ones I did understand where the poor and destitute. I had been a part of them for as long as I can remember and I honestly believed they were the ones who would change this world. Only them and no one else.

"Duo, you actually came today, I'm mildly surprised," my friend Trowa, who was just as low class as I was, said as he met me at my bike. He drove a rather beat up old ford truck. It wasn't much to look at but it was actually a really smooth ride and the engine purred like a little kitten.

"Oh, are you? I'll have to stay away longer next time, Trowa." Trowa laughed. Trowa Barton was a boy who had no family, but lived with the local circus. He was also a part of the big tent show. He threw knives at a woman he called sister and tamed lions with his bare hands. He was very good at what he did and I found myself constantly wishing I could be as free and skilled as he was. Granted I was good and being sneaky, but that was nothing compared to him.

"Perhaps you will," he answered. He smiled then and brushed his bangs from his eye, just to have them fall right back into his emerald eye. Almost always, he had one eye covered by his brown hair. It was short all around except for his bangs. That was almost as cool as my hair, but then again, no one wanted to have hair as long as mine as a guy. Oh well, it was something I loved, so that was all that mattered.

"Are we still on for blade throwing lessons later tonight?" I asked. He smiled before nodding his head.

"Of course, Duo. I've been looking foreword to these lessons. You've become very skilled in a short amount of time." I laughed.

"I have spent quite a bit of time learning things quickly. This is just another thing to enjoy." Trowa laughed and led the way into the school. It was like most other schools, big and with many buildings housing the many different classes taught at Albert Einstein Senior High. It was a fairly nice school, but sadly, it was also home to many of the richest snobs in this state.

"Don't look now, but snob alert at four o'clock," Trowa said, looking toward the main hall of the campus. I looked in the direction he had mentioned. Standing there was Heero Yuy, the top student in our class. His clothes were of the best quality and his chocolate brown hair was stylishly messy. Yet it was his skill at sports and his cool, Prussian blue eyes that made everyone admire him. Beside him was the sole male heir of Winner industries, Quatre R. Winner. His aquamarine eyes, corn silk blonde hair, and baby fine features were a hit with the girls. Yet as the only son in a family of thirty children, he was surprisingly very understanding of women, if not a bit like them. He usually wore some color of pink, mostly because of all those sisters of his.

The last one of the boys who made up the Regal Three, which was the female population of the school's name for them, was Wufei Chang. His long ebony hair was always perfectly slicked back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck while his eyes were just as dark as his hair. He always stood as if it would be a crime to stand any way but perfectly straight. He also hated injustice of any kind. Too bad his since of justice and mine clashed. It made him hate me all the more. In all honesty, I liked that the snobs of the school ignored or hated me. It gave me a reason not to have to like them in return. Which was perfectly all right with me.

"Careful, Yuy, Maxwell alert," Wufei mumbled. I blinked and simply waved to him as I walked away from them. Wufei glared while Yuy seemed to cast a death-like glare my way. I ignored it and simply kept walking away. I really don't know why Heero hated me, but in all honesty, I didn't care.

"Just ignore them, Trowa. They aren't worth the waist of air it would take to make a come back." Trowa laughed and Heero and Quatre stared after me and Wufei glowered.

"Injustice, Maxwell! Come back and face punishment!" I merely laughed and shook my head. I then turned the corner and left Wufei to his rant. Now, Heero Yuy was certainly one very well put together male, but I would never look at him as a potential date. After all, he was one of the richest people in school and money made me sick, especially when it belonged to someone who had always had it. Yet, it was kind of a shame that such a handsome man would never be able to eat cookies in my bed. Oh well, ya can't miss something you've never had.

"That was sweet, Duo. I hadn't expected that one to come from you," Trowa remarked. I laughed, glancing back toward where we where. I couldn't see anything due to the corner but the smooth sounds of Heero's voice caught up to my ears. I couldn't hear what it was he said in reply, but I could still hear the timber of his voice. Man, that was a voice someone could get turned on by. Too bad Relena was always after him. That just went to show what I had learned a long time ago. All men are like parking spaces. All the good ones are taken and all the rest are handicapped.

"Yeah, well, I had to do something." I sighed and looked at the door leading to my first class. "Look, I'll see ya later. I've got to get some work done and then I've got errands to run. So, I'll catch ya later at your place?" Trowa nodded.

"Sure, that works. Later."

"Later," I replied. I then headed into class.

After picking up a model of a ninety-five Harley Davidson motorcycle, I picked up my laptop, and then headed to Trowa's for an hour. After a rather interesting session of knife throwing, I headed home. The Maxwell Church Orphanage had been my home since I was eight. I hadn't been very good at remembering my last name, so when my mother died, I gained the last name of the church. That was purely so I could be in school until such time as I was adopted. Yet adoption never happened and my last name remained Maxwell long into the rest of my life as I know it, at least so far. I handed Mark the model, paints, and glue before checking on Reno. She was already fast asleep. I kissed her forehead and placed a small stuffed black bear into her arms before heading into my room and setting up my laptop. Once it was booted and I was all hooked up, I logged into my favorite chat room as AngelofDeathShinigami. The chat room was one called Coming Out of the Closet. It was one I loved going into because then I could talk to others who liked other men. Perhaps someday I could make a few more friends.

You have entered 'Coming Out of the Closet'

You are signed in as AngelofDeathShinigami.

I looked at it for a moment and realized there was only one other name in this room beside my own. I checked my friends list and say that Trowa, who's screen name was NoName, wasn't on line yet. That just meant he had to help with dinner dishes before he could get away onto the net.

PerfectOne: Good evening.

I smiled. That was certainly a name I would have never expected in a room like this. Then again, mine wasn't usual either.

AngelofDeathShinigami: Good evening to you as well. I hate to ask it, but why the SN?

PerfectOne:laughs: It's more of a private joke. Everyone, including my parents think I'm perfect, only I'm no where near it.

AngelofDeathShinigami: So, I take it I'm not lucky enough to be blessed with the presence of a perfect one:laughs:

PerfectOne: No, sorry about that.

AngelofDeathShinigami: That's okay, I'm as far from it as I could ever be.

PerfectOne: Kindred spirits?

AngelofDeathShinigami: Perhaps. What's your favorite sport?

PerfectOne: Any of them that make you work to win.

AngelofDeathShinigami: Same here. It's no fun when you win easily.

PerfectOne: Favorite subject?

AngelofDeathShinigami: That's a no brainier. Art, followed closely by English. U?

PerfectOne: English and Math all the way.

AngelofDeathShinigami: Math isn't that great for me, but I'm passing it.

PerfectOne: Art my weakest one, that's why I don't have very many classes that are art related.

AngelofDeathShinigami: What's your elective? You can't be missing that or you won't graduate. Granted, you could have plenty of time, but then again, you could have very little.

PerfectOne:flushes: I'm a senior. I graduate this year. I have a creative writing class, but I can't manage to think of anything creative to write.

AngelofDeathShinigami: Really? I'm a senior as well. I've got art, literally. I paint. Although sometimes I dabble in a little bit of writing. I do a lot of it in my spare time. Maybe I can help you?

I smiled as I typed. This was really a lot of fun. I hadn't expected to met anyone who would gain my attention like this. I had talked to him before, briefly, yet only as a passing fancy before I began to role play on line. This was a great outlet for my imagination. After all, I was a pretty crazy person. The only way to keep me sane was to have a way to release all the built up ideas that seemed to create in my mind. Helping this person in their creative writing would be a great way to help myself as well.

PerfectOne: Depends. How long are you willing to help before my lack of skills drives you into hiding from me?

AngelofDeathShinigami: Oh, I'd say quite a while. I'm not one who's willing to give up. Let me just place a nickname up on this name and then we can enjoy a little RP to see how well we can figure this story out. Do you have an idea?

PerfectOne: I want to drive the teachers crazy, so I was thinking of writing about two guys who meet and fall in love on the internet.

AngelofDeathShinigami: Okay, then give me a second.

PerfectOne: Sure. In fact, let me do the same thing.

I opened a window and accessed my profile page. I then went to adjust my profile and added a nickname to my SN. I then exited the chat room and then pulled up an IM, or instant message. Once that was done I typed in the name PerfectOne into the sender column and sent him an IM with my new nickname showing.

Deathscythe: Is this a little easier on the eyes?

Wing: Yeah, yet I've come to realize you happen to like the word death. You have it twice in your main name alone, then again, here in the nickname.

Deathscythe: Yeah, well, that's been a key factor in my life, so I use it.

A message then came up and asked if I wanted to add him as a friend on my list. I agreed and clicked on it to add him onto my own as well. I then settled back to really help.

Wing: Thanks for adding me. I didn't think you were going to.

Deathscythe: Of course. I'm going to be helping you with your writing project so I have to know when you're OL.

Wing: I really do thank you for this.

Deathscythe: Don't thank me yet. Let's just find out if I can help out or not.

For the next three hours we simply tossed ideas back and forth. He never really had anything that was mind blowing, until finally he hit upon something that was actually worth working on. He had suggested a story of opposites. One is a good and perfect person while the other was a rebel without a cause. Instantly I told him I'd help him with his rebel. He thanked me and said that was a perfect idea seeing as he could handle the perfect character easily. I had laughed aloud at this and simply agreed.

Seeing as I had always wanted Heero but despised everything he symbolized, it was very easy for me to fall into the idea of the rebel character, especially since I was a rebel. I didn't tell him that, though. Yawning I had told him we could start tomorrow. I was tired and as much as I hated to admit to it, I had class tomorrow. Seems all this week I would be going to school. I happened to have several tests this week and I couldn't miss any of them if I wanted to keep my good grades. Sometimes it was fun to have tests. They really made me work. Other times, it drove me crazy, because it was so simple it just plain annoyed me.

Wing: Thanks. I'm already a lot further than I've ever been.

Deathscythe: Welcome. I had fun. How about tomorrow night we work on RP your two main characters?

Wing: That sounds like a date.

Deathscythe:flushes: I wish. I'll probably grow old and die before I manage to have an actual date.

Wing: Well, I can't help you there, but I can at least keep our date OL for tomorrow.

Deathscythe: I'll hold you to that then. Same time and same internet. Take care of yourself.

Wing: You too. . . and FYI my word is my bond. I never promise something I can't do.

Deathscythe: Then you shouldn't have promised that you'd have that story for you teacher before the end of the school year.

Wing:groans: Don't remind me. That was the biggest mistake of my life. Yet it may be the best one as well. After all, it allowed me to meet you.

Deathscythe: Thank you. :blushes: You aren't so bad yourself. I'll talk with ya tomorrow.

Wing: Until tomorrow. Good night.

Deathscythe: Night.

I logged off of messenger then, having totally failed to realize that Trowa had never come OL until I was already shutting down the laptop. I sighed and knew that if he needed to talk then he'd call me. I then stood up and walked over to my bed. I flopped down onto it and closed my eyes. Almost mere seconds after my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep, tired and yet happy and content.