Kandice: Whelp... here you go. The second part of that last chapter. And yay... we get to meet Wufei, it only for a moment.

Kassidy: And Treize, don't forget.

Kandice: Oh, who cares about him? Just read the story! Please!

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Results, Part Two

We were almost late for our first class because Quatre was ecstatic, nearly bouncing off the wall. I was practically having to hold him down. And it was because of that that I almost missed it.

The head of silky black hair at the back of the classroom, that is. When I finally noticed it, my mouth dropped open and Quatre, bouncing along, stumbled right into my back as I stopped still.

"Wufei?"

Black eyes looked up at me. To anyone else, that face would seem stoic and un-phased, but I could see unadulterated relief in those eyes.

"Triton."

"Wufei, I thought you would have been here a month ago. How the hell have you stayed away so long?"

He actually flushed a little.

"It took much negotiating with the headmistress. Did you know that it is against school policy for a student and a teacher to engage in sexual relations?"

"Oh..." My mouth formed an 'o'. That had never occurred to me. Most people frown upon teachers and students in relationships together. I'd simply assumed that it would be automatically allowed, since Wufei and Sally had been together for... well... a long time; longer than I've been alive- well, alive and undead put together. And Wufei was certainly alot older than any other student here.

Quatre bounced out from behind me.

"Hello!" he chirruped. "You know Triton?"

Wufei's eyebrow raised.

"Made friends with the locals?" he asked.

It's my turn to flush.

"Wufei, this is Quatre Winner. Qaut... this is my friend Chang Wufei. He's Miss Po's significant other."

"Oh."

I sat down in my seat, one up and over from Wufei and right behind Quatre. Duo somehow had ended up on the other side of the room; we don't know how.

"We can talk later," I tell Wufei.

Quatre turns around. "But don't forget about our plans," he says. I nod my understanding. That weird feeling still hadn't left, and Quatre was still fairly glowing. We were really going to have to research these side-effects. Really, we should have done that before we decided to go and try this all ourselves.

But, better late than never as Cathy always says.

The day had been going great, all things considered. After looking at Wufei's schedule, I discovered he had every class with me, except Sally's; he didn't have her at all. Talk about coincidences; I rather think someone did that on purpose. And it wasn't until half way through my third class- PE- that everything started to go downhill... and fast.

We'd been given a free period to just do like we wanted to. (Coach Quinze seemed to do alot of that, just not bothering to actually teach or anything. And like usual, Kitty and I were playing frisbee away from the others. Well away from the others. See, Kitty had an obsession with catching frisbees in her mouth. Yeah. Usually, I made sure she'd shifted into canine form first. (But sometimes I just like to have fun, and I don't remind her. An eighteen year old girl jumping in the air trying to bit a flying disc is pretty funny.)

I let the disc loose, and the pretty little lab at my side took of in a flash. Kitty really is beautiful in her lab form. Small for a retriever, but with thick and silky gold hair. She was fast and unbelievably agile.

This was prooved when she outran the disc and leaped gracefully into the air, snatching the disc. She landed, and trotted proudly back to me.

"Good girl, Kitty," I crooned sweetly, scratching her behind the ear. "Here, go fetch," I tossed the frisbee, but she just sat there for moment with a look that clearly said- "I am not a dog, idiot. You go fetch."

I laughed. "Just kidding, Kitty. But you gotta admit, if the shoe fits...."

She barked once, annoyed, and turned, presenting her rear with a flick of her tail. Huh, getting dissed by a dog is different. And funny.

That's when it really hit me, a sharp sting across my face. I dropped down to one knee beside Kitty with a gasp. Now that was different. It felt like I'd been slapped, but of course there was no one around me but Kitty.

I sat down, holding a hand to my face.

"Ow," I said. Kitty looked at me, then turned and ran off. A minute later she was back, dressed in her uniform, but with shoes in her hand.

"Triton? What the hell happened?"

"I have no idea," I replied truthfully. "I think something's happened to Quatre, though."

I had no idea how I knew that. It wasn't like telepathy or anything. Just that I knew something had happened. And considering how little we knew about what we'd been doing, it was a pretty easy to guess that this wasn't something to ignore.

Kitty looked at me oddly, then shrugged. "He's supposed to be at Mr. K's class, so that's enough for me. Let's go."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I have to give this to her. Whether in human form or canine form, whether happy or sad or worried... Kitty is peppy and bouncy.

It took us only a minute to sneak away from Coach Quinze's rather un-watchful eye, and about five more to reach Mr. Kushrenada's class. Mr. K was notorious for being a bad guy. He was arrogant and narcissistic, with a definite communist streak. The fact that that's where Quatre was was enough to have us worried.

We looked in, but Mr. K's class was devoid of teachers and Quatre. That's when Kitty motioned to me, pointing to the closed door of Mr. K's office just across the hall. There were voices inside.

"... tell me what you know. I know you've done something. What? Tell me!"

Mr. K's smooth voice was growling it was so angry and demanding.

"Bastard," Quatre said easily. "Go fuck your mother. Oh wait... I forgot. It was your wife's mother, wasn't it?"

I stumbled with the pain even as I pushed to door open to see Quatre's head tilt to the side with the slap.

"Stop," I snapped, tumbling into the room, a bristling Kitty right behind me.

"Stupid Leech. Get out of here before I have you expelled. Noventa had no reason bringing blood-suckers into this school."

"This stops here," I hissed, stalking forward. I grabbed Quatre's arm and pulled him out of the way as I stared down the older teacher. Toe to toe, eye to eye. He was barely taller than me, but he was more firmly built. And it was well known that Mr. K was a bonafied, honest-to-goodness werewolf. But somewhere along the way, adrenaline had mixed with some new invincible feeling inside me. And an unbearable urge to protect Quatre. He was mine damnit. Nobody touched him.

"This will stop. You will not even look at Quatre. You will never, ever lay a hand on him again, and you will never, ever call me a stupid leech. And Mistress Noventa deserves your respect for doing something brave and courageous that you lilly-livered spineless cowards would never do. She's got three times as much class as you, mutt."

"Why, you little..." He raised his hand, probably to slap me as he had slapped Quatre. But I saw it coming, and grabbed his wrist in mid swing, squeezing and pressing my index finger against his pulse, between the bones of his arm and digging my nail into the tender flesh and tendon.

"You will comply or I will make you leave this school."

"You can't do anything," he gritted out, trying not to buckle under the pain emanating from his wrist.

"Try me," I growl back, pushing just a little harder, and twisting his arm.

"Ah..." he gasped. "Let go. I won't bother the brat again."

I twist a little more, eliciting another gasp, before I let him go.

"But I will find out what I want to know... one way or another," he retorted as I turned to push Quatre out the door. I had to grab Kitty as well to keep her from attacking Mr. K.

"Do I want to know what that was about?" she asks sensibly as we walk away.

"Probably not," Quatre admitted. "At least not yet." He looked at me, blue-green eyes searching.

"And I'm assuming that you knew something was wrong. Care to explain?"

"After school. Right now... we all need to get back to class."

I couldn't wait until tonight, to disect all of this with Quatre- and maybe understand some of it. And somehow, I had the feeling that we hadn't seen the last of Mr. K.

Tbc

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Kandice: There you go! Interesting, eh?

Kassidy: Don't you have homework or something to do?

Kandice: Not anymore! I'm a free woman! No more high school! YAY!!!!!!

Kassidy: Oh, shut up already. Let's go work on Frayed Edges, since we have so much time.

Kandice: Yes, Majesty.

Kassidy: Smart alec....