Ch1—A plot-filled background. Yes, there is a plot in this, but it shall be lemony and angsty latter.

Trash free streets and high-tech, modern homes with not a single scratch on their metal, brick, or the occasional wooden façade reflected in the black glazed window of the limo. Little trees enclosed in gold-sprayed wire fence touched each other’s leaves. Green grass with cultured flower gardens and strips lined real stone or metal pathways that led to the gold lined doorways and knockers. Kids in expansive but dirty clothes played in those yards, trampling the flowers as if they were not rare and were present in every day life. This was the rich section; those were the rich, innocent kids.

The driver didn’t even seem to be affected by the surroundings, but his only two passengers were. One glared silently in disgust at the happy-go-lucky children. They were free to be happy, free to do what they wanted to do. He was trapped in the system that every loved to hate and hated to love, because if you loved it, you were hated for your freeness with life; you could see the loaf stealers get hanged and still love the executioner like if she was your aunt. The other kept on muttering ‘injustice’ as he looked at the same freeness. He gripped the sides as they passed the happiness.

Some little kids looked at the passing limo but not is surprise, not even in curiousness, just as annoyance at the slight noise the limo made. Some saw the glaring black eyes and the glaring brown eyes on the other side through the window. Some of those seeing ones stepped back in short bursts of fear. One little brown headed boy looked up from his stomping of flowers that he did with a little golden haired girl, into the brown eyes inside the car, and smiled, no, smirked; Heero was back; his brother was back, and things were gonna get lively.

The pulled into a private, brick laid street. There was nothing but green life in the form of grass and trees until the passengers saw, in a slight distance, what could be considered only a mansion if the homes on the rich street could be considered shacks on L2, the poorest colony that the government hardly looked at and when it did, only for the whores or a few key banished there people, and now one of the banished had left on their commend and returned to near the home he had been thrown out after his parents death of forced illness and execution.

“Ain’t this pleasant, Heero?” said no one but Wufei.

Heero grunted and looked away from the site before them. “Ain’t is not a word. Now, why would this be pleasant?”

“People ain’t poor here. Ya can get plenty of money from these people, lots of money. Ya were the best in L2, so why can’t ya be the best here. They ain’t breeding good whores here, last I checked.”

Heero ruled his eyes and slumped in his chair. “The teachers may be paid much, but teachers generally don’t pay to sleep with their students. I’ve had only one customer that was a teach and he was a girls’ school teach.”

“Why would you only consider only teachers? There is a whole wide market out there.”

“You don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“We are not allowed off campus without a different student.”

“What! Injustice!”

Heero grunted and half slept as Wufei ranted with almost one word. The limo finally glided in front of the school entrance. Curious students stopped babbling and looked up to see the new kids step out of what was a cheap limo to them. Some only glanced; others made eye contact and wished they didn’t as they stepped away from the new kids. One did none of those things.

A Chinese girl with twin black pony tales hardly faltered as she walked up to them. “Hi, new students. My name is Meiran. Guidance asked me to show you two around. You are, ah…” Meiran slipped a piece of paper out and read as she talked. “Chang Wufei—hey, we are in the same clan; I heard of you and your, ah, banishment for something—and, my god; this cannot be true…”

“Heero Yuy.” Heero said it in an almost dead voice.

Those in hearing distance quieted. A whisper of ‘Yuy, the Yuy family’ started. Some students stared; others left; others crowded forward to crowd and point at the boy of the Yuy family, of that family of betrayers against the government.

Meiran pushed the crowd away as she hustled the boys away and into the building. In there, people pointed and whispered as the boys walked the gauntlet of voice and staring eyes. Heero almost cared about the eyes; if he could get a buddy, he could get out to whore.

Someone called out a name, a true name, but still a bad word that Heero wouldn’t let people call him. He glared at the football player, causing the bully to step backwards and gulp. Heero smirked and forgot to look foreword as the bully moved backwards.

A mouthful of hair and a oomph from the guy he slammed him into reminded him why mothers always told their children look before you cross; traffic that forgot to look where they were going.

Heero quickly pulled his mouth off the silky hair, and scrambled up. The boy also picked himself up, nursing his almost bitten hair and saying sorry after sorry to Heero. The boy he ran into had braided brown hair that caught the lights’ above light and made it seem a ring of innocence around his head. That light also reflected in his mysteriously velvet violet eyes. No light appeared to reflect of his outfit that looked like a catholic priest’s uniform. Before Heero could study the creator before him fully, he ran away.

“Who was that tench (1) … boy?” murmured Heero.

“Ya mean the one you slammed into while in a glare contest with football player who called you a fag. Ask our guide.” Said a smirking for everything he said but ‘fag’ Wufei.

“Him? He’s Duo Maxwell.” Meiran said.

“But who is he?” Heero said.

“We don’t travel the same circles, but I do know that his mother is the priest of some rich search.” Meiran shrugged as Heero grunted and the last glance of Duo turned around a corner. “By the way, you have to see the principal for something, Heero.”

Meiran pointed to the door ten paces away. Heero grunted and went. Wufei followed until Meiran stopped him.

“You no go; you stay with me,” she said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

Heero knocked on the door with a big, green sign saying ‘Your Principal’ in bold letters. It, the door, swung open and someone called for him to enter.

His feet sunk into the green carpet as he stepped into the wooden paneled room. Instead of the hunting trophies he thought there would be, torture equipment lined the walls. Over the desk hung two crisscrossing swords. A shadow detached itself from the wall and walked over to Heero. It grabbed Heero’s shin and yanked it up so it could see into Heero’s eyes.

“Heero Yuy,” it said. “Or is the youngest and only alive of the Yuy family. Or is it the best whore of L2.” Neither was a question.

A wave of fear passed through him as a pair of handcuffs slipped over his hands. And lips caught his before pulling back to mumble something.

“Don’t worry; I’ll pay.”

1--tenchi-- I think angel.

Sorry, I recently read Episode Zero, and Meiran is such a cool character, I have to add her and her and Wufei’s relationship.

I NOW have hit counter for each chapter. I know when 25 people visit and no one reviews my latest chapters (coughslaverycough).

Ja ne.