Note: I don’t know where I came up with the idea for a pic-fic, but I was looking at this Gundam Wing artbook picture one day, and wondered what it was all about. The gears started turning, and this was the result. As you can see, it’s not very creative, as I just was trying to explain everything in the picture, but it’s funny, at least. I don’t know. Also, for one _small_ part, you might want to know about Wufei’s part in the Episode Zero manga. To read it on-line, go to http://www.angelfire.com/ak4/miewthgw/index.html.
P.S. If anybody has a better copy of the picture, I'd appreciate it.

Disclaimer- All characters in this story belong to Akira Toriyama, Sotsu Agency, Bandai, etc. They do not belong to me. They only rightful reason anyone would have to sue me is my desperate use of Gundam Wing cliches!

The war was finally over. Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were now _free_. Well, except for working for the Preventers, and high school. They still had to finish 12th grade, heroes or not, and they were rather behind. They couldn’t be expected to do homework while piloting their Gundams, which was most of the past 3 years.
In order to protect them (you _know_ school boards are paranoid, our G-Boys _certainly_ can take care of themselves), they attended a special tutoring program, where they were the only students, in a classroom within an abandoned school-house on L3X1899. The desks were old fashioned, seating three, and there were six, in two columns, seating a total of 18 people. What a waste of space. There was no air conditioning, and the radiator was broken. Their teacher was none other than Professor G, a.k.a. “mushroom man.” Unfortunately, G loved giving tests, especially in mechanics, a subject which he insisted on teaching when he was offered the job. One cool summer afternoon, he decided to give a pop-test in calculus. Wufei was the first to finish, which, by the way he held his nose in the air, seemed to be obvious. Heero, Quatre, Trowa, and Duo followed. However, mushroom man had to run an errand, and they had nothing to do:

Duo stretched his arms out, leaning back. Boy, did he _hate_ school. Yeah, he got good grades, as Heero had drilled good study habits into him over the years, but tests were such a drag, only preceded by homework. He glanced around the room, noticing that, once again, he was the last to finish.
“Hey, Duo. You finished?,” Quatre questioned.
“Yeah. Say, what did you get for #32?”
“Let me see… uh, 37i.”
“Really, I got…” Duo rambled off some complex, obviously false, answer.
“Huh.” Quatre frowned as he contemplated over Duo’s answer. “That’s odd. Let me ask Trowa what he got.” Quatre turned slightly to the left to face Trowa, and opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when he saw that his friend was lost in his thoughts. Although he usually kept quiet, he was a deep thinker, with many ideas running through his head. “It’s not fair, Trowa, you go off into your own world. Don’t leave me alone here.”
Duo saw his glazed over look as well, and waved his hand in front of Trowa’s eyes to determine just _how_ lost he was. Very. Duo shrugged, and turned to Heero. He didn’t want to bother Wufei, who, although katana-less, was taking a light afternoon nap, mumbling something about flower fields and genocide. *I definitely do not want to bug him now.* “Heero, you awake?”
“Yeah. What is it?”
“What did you get for #32?”
“32i.”
“Huh… Hey, Heero.”
“What,” Heero said, with a slight snap. Duo, having mastered Heero’s voice / mood correlation, knew that it was safe to proceed… with caution.
“How did you get that?”
Heero groaned, picked up his pencil, and turned around, telling Duo to get out a piece of paper. He looked over Duo’s work, found the error, and worked out the problem from that point. “Now, don’t you change your answer, or…” He placed his hand on his holster, for perhaps overkill emphasis.
Trowa came out of his trance, and shook his head a little wildly, too wake his mind up. “Isn’t G-sensei back yet?”
“No, but look at Wufei.” He now seemed to be singing “Just Love.”
Trowa blinked. “Odd.”
Duo was bored, and Trowa wasn’t helping much. “Odd.” What kind of reaction was that? I mean, this was Mr. Chauvinist singing Relena’s safari song! Duo decided to take his chances, and play an unbeknownst game with Heero, who kept on shifting his head. *I guess he’s bored too.”
Duo took up his pencil, and placed in his hand as if it were a sword, and slowly moved it towards a freckle on Heero’s neck. *Steady now… steady…* A smile crossed his faced as he realized, this was _fun_. Heero shifted again, and Duo compensated. Duo tensed as he went in for the kill, but which way?
*3… 2… 1…*
“Clack, click, clack, click…”
Dr. G! The boy’s trained senses all heard this distant sound, and were relieved. “G-sensei’s” footsteps came close, and he opened the wooden door. “Well, how did you do on your pop-test? By the way, that will be worth 10% of your final grade.” Duo half snarled, half groaned. “Now, let us move onto colonial history. We will start, as a special treat, with the L colonies. There will be an extensive test tomorrow, so take good notes.” It was all Duo could do not to bash his head onto the desk. *Boy, do I _hate_ school!*