Title: Real Genius
Author: znma havok
Archive: will be at vinyl no miko's, anyone else sure...
Notes: things have been changed to make certain parings work later, and as much as i would like to tell you that they are ooc, for the most part i can see a lot of it happening...hmmm
Feedback: that would be nice
*** = change of scene
Heero walked down an elaborate stairway that looked down on a garden filled with various members of the faculty. He approached a woman in a blue dress.
"I'm looking for the President's Freshman Tea."
"Oh good. I'm so glad we have one!" the woman said as she led Heero down the stairs into the small group. "I'd like you to meet Professor H."
"Hello. I'm Heero Yuy." Heero shook his hand.
"Ah yes, Dr. Khushrenada's bright star. And you are already on his project?"
"A bit of advice."
"Thanks," Heero took a notepad out of the pocket of his blazer.
"Always; no, never forget to check your references."
"Heh. Thank you. I really must be going," Heero quickly backed away.
"I think the young people like when I 'get down' verbally, don't you?" Professor H asked the woman in the blue dress.
* * *
Heero let out a sigh of relief once he entered his dorm room. That is until he noticed that his suitcases were on his bed, but empty. He looked at the other side of the room covered with clothes strewn about and posters and other random objects hanging on the walls.
Heero turned as the door to his room opened. A man with long platinum blonde hair walked into the room without so much as a glance at Heero. The man walked to the closet and went inside, closing the door behind him.
"Hello?" Heero called.
He opened the closet to find it empty, save a few clothes.
"What kind of place is this?"
Heero turned around and saw a young man standing on his hands against the wall, long brown braid pooled on the floor under his head.
"Would you be prepared if gravity reversed itself?" He pushed of the wall and stood up.
"The only thing I can't figure out is how to keep the change in my pockets. I got it!," he snapped his fingers. "Nudity!"
He walked to the messy side of the room and sat down on a rotating desk chair.
"Um, I was here earlier..." Heero started.
"You didn't clean up the place did you?"
"Good! Because all of my clutter is in alphabetical order. This, for example, is under 'H' for toy." He held up an object was slanted had two half circled slots on it.
"What is it?" Heero asked.
"This? It's a penis stretcher. Wanna try it?"
"Uh," Heero was at a loss.
"I'm kidding. It is one of many in a series of diversions in order to avoid responsibility," he said as he attached a metal ball-type thing with a propeller inside to the first object and launched it.
"I dropped off all my luggage and now my clothes are missing."
"You see, Heero, I used to be you and lately I've been missing me. So, I asked Khushy if I could room with me again and he said 'sure.' So, I put all of your stuff in the bottom drawer: shirts, shoes, etc. I had a little trouble with the sports jacket, so I threw it out. Duck!"
The flying ball thing flew right were Heero had been standing.
"Nice reflexes. I'm Duo Maxwell."
"Oh yes! Duck again!" The flying thing broke threw the window and kept going. "Oh my God! It's heading for the gas tanks! Get down!" Duo pulled Heero down onto the floor with him. "Would you classify that as a launch problem or a design problem?"
* * *
"Well we are falling way behind, Treize." Duke said as he steered the car off the freeway.
"We aren't making cheese sandwiches. Get Down!" Treize threw his newspaper over Duke's face to avoid him being seen by a jogger.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed?"
"As one of the deans I cannot be seen with you."
"I know that Treize, but since I am the one driving don't you think you should be the one to hide?"
"He saw me," Treize insisted smugly.
"Look, I came here to tell you that the climate has changed. We need a working sample in 4 months, not 18."
"You can't dictate innovation, Duke."
Duke pulled over in front of a house being remolded and put the car into park. "Well, let me put it another way. You know all the money we've been spending on development?"
"Well, when a project gets cut off, the finance boys always run an audit." Treize got out of the car, apparently having had enough of Duke. "Having a little work done on the old place, eh Treize? Fraud is a felony."
Duke drove off and Treize turned towards his house and noticed a Great Dane sitting on his lawn. "Shoo! Get out of here!" All of the construction workers stopped working and were staring at him.
"What are you looking at? You're laborers, you're supposed to be laboring. That's what you get for not having an education!"
* * *
Heero walked down the hall looking at all the room numbers. He finally found the right one and entered the lab.
"Hey, just put down the sandwiches and leave," a Chinese boy called to him then returned his attention to the laser in front of him.
"No, Yoda. Yeah, you," the boy retorted.
"I don't have any."
"Brains?" a girl with pigtails asked.
"Then what good are you? Look are you or are you not from the restaurant?" The boy turned on the lights.
"No. I'm Heero Yuy. I'm a student."
"Oh, so you're the new stud," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You know? Stud. Hot shot. Brain. You're 12 years old, right?" A blonde girl that Heero hadn't noticed until then answered.
"I'm 15. Look, are you expecting Dr. Khushrenada?"
"Yes, any minute now. Can I get you anything? A balloon?"
"I'm supposed to take a look at your work up to date. Check it over."
"Check it over? For what?" the boy asked.
"Mistakes, I guess. He said you were stuck."
"No, no, no. Let's get something very clear here. When Treize is not here you do what I say. It goes from God to Treize to me. Get it?" he looked up just as Treize walked into the lab. "Hello, Treize."
"I've told you before, Wufei. You don't get to use my first name."
"Oh, am I?" Wufei asked.
"How are you doing, Heero?" Treize put his arm over Heero's shoulder. "Now, I'm sure you are all going to become fast friends."
"We're well on our way," Wufei said.
"Good, because after Heero is brought up to date, I want the rest of you to take your cues from him. His ideas on efficient florescent compounds are the most original I've seen. Heero is going to be in charge of the group."
"Really, Treize?" Wufei asked in disbelief.
"Wufei, you're doing it again."
"Oh, am I?"
"Where is Maxwell, Sally?" Treize asked the girl with the pigtails.
"Oh, he didn't bother to come in today," Wufei answered for her.
"Yes, Relena?" Treize looked at the blond who was raising her hand, as if she were in class.
"He said he didn't feel like it. And I said, you better. And he said, or what? And I said, or you're going to be in trouble. And he said, jam it!"
"That's a wonderful story, Relena. I've noticed you've stopped stuttering."
"I've been giving myself shock treatment," she said and smiled.
"Up the voltage," Treize smirked, and then turned to Heero. "I'm sorry he isn't here."
"That clown?" Sally asked. "Look at this. We heard he wasn't coming so Wufei decided to start without him. We found the florescent yield insignificant and we think that the sample may have been damaged."
"Obviously a result of negligence." Wufei chipped in. "It will take at least a week to prepare another sample. I was afraid something like this would happen."
"You're sure about this?" Treize looked at the sample laser unable to tell if there was any damage.
"We're sure, all right," Sally confirmed.
"Excuse me," Heero said looking at the sample.
"I mean this is simply inexcusable," Wufei continued.
"Yes, Heero. What is it?"
"I think the pump laser is down. This doesn't look right," He turned a knob and a laser went back to the way it was supposed to be running. "See?"
"There, that's all better," Treize said looking somewhat relieved.
"Damn it! Don't touch other people's things. Oh, and Wufei, I need you," Treize said smiling.
"Anything Treize," Treize glared at him. "What?! What do you want me to teach your sophomore class?"
"No. I need you to do some duplicating. Get copies of the all the data thus far so young Heero here can get started. He's going to go over everything tomorrow. And then, when you are done, stop by my cleaners."
"Don't give it a thought, I enjoy doing it," Wufei said.
"All right, Heero. Shall we?" Treize ushered Heero towards the door. "Sure."
Wufei just stood looking at the door after they left. Then Relena spoke up.
"I guess it goes from God to Treize to you to the cleaners, right Wu?"
-end part 2-
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