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Disclaimer: I owns nothin'
Pairings: 1+2
Warnings:shonen ai,
violence , semi-songfic, weird?
Maxwell's Silver Hammer
Relena busily jotted down results in her notepad.
"Hmm,
the solution becomes saturated after adding 40 grams.. What if I increase
the temperature to 30 degrees C?" She rolled up her sleeves, catching
sight of her watch in the process. "Half past 10 already? How time flies
when I'm having fun with all these test-tubes and chemicals! Hmm, maybe
I'd better be clearing up - don't want to be late for physics in the
morning, and the chemistry project isn't due in for another three weeks...
Still, it always pays to hand things in early!" she thought to herself
proudly, remembering the surprised look on her teacher's face when she
handed in the term's work before the whole syllabus had even been taught.
"At this rate I'll soon have my Nobel Prize! Well, the first one at
least..." she thought smugly, beginning to tidy away her bunsen burner and
test-tube rack, but looking up in surprise as she heard the phone begin to
ring.
"Bit late for anyone to be calling..." She felt a little
puzzled, a feeling she wasn't used to. "Hello?"
"Hey Relena! How
are ya?"
Her heart fluttered as she realised who it was who was
calling her at half past ten on a Thursday evening - Duo Maxwell, the
cutest, funniest, coolest boy in school! She tried to keep the excitement
out of her voice as she replied.
"I'm fine Duo, how are you?"
"Oh please, call me Max - that's what all my friends call me. Are
you doing anything tomorrow night? 'Cos I was wondering if I could take
you out to the pictures?"
Relena could hardly contain her glee.
Duo Maxwell had just asked her out!
"Well, I don't think I'm doing
anything special... I'd love to go and see a film with you?"
"Great! I'll meet you at the cinema at about 8 then?"
"That'll be fine."
"Well, see you tomorrow - I suppose I
might see you in class? - Well, maybe drama or life skills - you're not in
my sets for much else, girl-genius!" He laughed.
Relena laughed
too at the compliment, pleased that he realised her intelligence.
"Yeah. I'll see you then."
"See you, Relena."
She
put the phone down, flushed with a deep sense of satisfaction. What would
all her adoring girl-friends think to this?! Duo Maxwell had finally
succumbed to her charms! What was it he'd called her when they first met?
"Good-looking?" And now she knew he respected and loved her for her mind
as well - "girl-genius"!
She cleared up the rest of her
experimental equipment quickly. The Nobel Prize would have to wait just a
little longer - there'd be no science for her tomorrow night. Except maybe
biology, if Duo was lucky... 
Relena re-plaited her hair
for the seventh time in front of her mirror, wanting to make sure that not
one single hair would be out of place for her Big Date. She had to look
like utter perfection, so that Duo... no, MAX would fall to his knees
before her and declare his undying love. What man could resist her? She
had washed and dried her hair, made up as carefully as possible, put on
her clingiest skirt and most low-cut top, and her Wonderbra for good
measure. Now it was just the plaiting that was standing between her and
ensnaring the perfect man...
The sound of a knock at the door
startled her out of her daydream. She was puzzled - she'd said she'd meet
him there, hadn't she? Curiously she descended the stairs and opened the
door...
It was dark outside. She couldn't see very much of the
shadowy figure who stood on the doorstep - only the glint of the
streetlight on metal...
Two shots.
Relena fell backwards,
with only time to whisper one uncertain word: "Max?"
Another
figure stepped from the darkness of the world outside. Shook his head at
the prone form fallen in a slowly spreading pool of red. "Not me." He
looked at the slim figure who held the weapon - pulled that figure to him
in a kiss full of the intensity of love and so much more...
...then closed the door of the house and ran, laughing.
"Hey Quatre, what class we
got after break?"
"Umm... Spanish I think. Double."
Max
groaned. "Oh no - I've not done my homework."
His companions
laughed.
"That'll make you even more popular with the lovely Miss
Une!"
"Shut it Wufei, don't even joke about it - she already has
it in for me!"
"Maybe you should just do your work then."
"And you can keep quiet as well, traveller-boy - you already know
how to speak Spanish!"
"Why didn't you do your work this time,
anyway, Max?" The last speaker continued, ignoring his friend's
frustration.
Max shot him a conspiratorial glance. "I was out."
His friends looked at each other, exchanging worried looks. Max
smiled darkly.
"Max?" Quatre looked particularly serious. He
lowered his voice. "It was him again wasn't it?"
Max continued to
smile; the expression took on an even more dangerous edge.
"And I
haven't seen Relena around today."
Max raised an eyebrow.
"Perceptive, Trowa."
Quatre gasped. "I hope you're in control of
whatever it is you're getting into, Max." There was genuine feeling in his
voice.
Max softened his expression a little for his friend. "Oh,
don't worry about me. I'll never lose control of him."
>"Donde esta mi gallina?
Quiero mi gallina!"[1]
Trowa rolled his eyes. "Tiene los sesos de
una gallina." He said it quietly though - he didn't want to attract any
more attention from Miss Une than Max already had. The only reason Max was
still in the top set was because Miss Une recognised his intelligence, and
intended to at least attempt to stretch his abilities, not just let him
drop out. That and, as head of department, she could keep an eye on him.
As she was doing right now. Watching him throw paper balls across
the class, rock his chair back onto two legs, laugh and chatter loudly.
Quietly fuming, she got up and stalked to the back of the classroom, not
wishing to cause an unpleasant scene by revealing her anger to the rest of
the class.
She leant over the desk where Max was sitting, idly
chewing gum and twirling his braid with his fingers. She stared down at
him with as much force as she could muster, and kept her tone as level as
possible as she said, "Maxwell, seeing as you have better things to do
with your time right now than learn, and seeing as you have not done your
homework AGAIN, you can stay behind after school tonight." She flourished
a red detention slip.
Meeting her gaze and returning it easily,
Max took the slip and added it to several more in his breast pocket.
"It'll be a pleasure, Miss."
Trowa, Quatre and Wufei exchanged
glances tinged with fear. Lines. It had been years
since he'd had to write lines! Fifty. Plus all the homework he'd missed,
and the classwork.
Une watched him with steel in her stare. He
seemed to be getting on with it - no mates to show off to. Boys, men - all
the same... She stood up from her perch on the front row of desks and
turned to go back to her own chair at the front of the room.
Max
looked up at the glint of daylight streaming through the window that
reflected off polished silver...
Two shots.
Max got up
from the desk, a slow smile spreading. He held out a hand; as it was taken
he pulled its owner towards him into another kiss of such searing
intensity that the gravity that held them together was tangible. Slowly
Max pulled away, watching the face he shared so much with, smiling a
sensual smile for only one.
He took the couple of steps to the
body - crouched down and put a hand to the wound, keeping the other as a
link to his companion. He stood up again, taking the free hand of the one
with him with his now-bloodied hand, completing the link between them. He
lifted this new link, sharing the warmth, gripping with determination and
some sense of a future.
They stood for some moments; Max smiling
that broad, unique smile full of dangerous darkness.
"Come on," he
whispered - threw himself at the glass of the first floor window and
tumbled through to the grass below, never breaking that bloody link.
Max stood alone, numbed and
light with lack of sleep; hands, one still strangely discoloured, resting
on the wooden surface before him.
He was defending himself - why
waste money on expensive lawyers, when he had the gift of a silver...
tongue, he told his friends smiling a hint of that mysterious smile to
himself. Quatre, Trowa and Wufei had been frantic with worry: "But you're
innocent!"
"What do you think I'm gonna do, plead guilty? Have
faith in me!"
But it wasn't just Max they were concerned for - it
was... him...
Max had just finished giving his colourful
testimony; now the policeman who had arrested him was giving his.
"...looked... dirty, m'lud, like he'd been rolling on the ground,
both in and out of his clothes..." PC31 blushed a little as he recalled
that detail. "And the blood... all over his left hand..." The high colour
now retreated from his face as quickly as it had advanced.
Max
stood, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, lost in thought, that hint
of a smile still toying with his mouth.
"Maxwell must go free!"
Three voices screamed as one from the gallery. Max himself turned to look,
the inward-looking smile turning to a more caring one in gratitude for his
friends' loyalty and depth of feeling.
The judge banged his gavel,
causing Max to turn sharply, narrowing his eyes.
"Silence in
court! Or I shall have you three removed!" He continued in a lower voice,
"And at any rate, from the evidence so far I don't think that there's much
chance of the accused will be leaving here a free man..."
But as
the words left his lips, another noise made the court look behind him...
at a flash of light on silver...
Two shots.
[1] Sorry I don't know how to make my
keyboard do upside-down question marks etc... And it means (well, it's
supposed to mean) "Where is my hen? I want my hen!" and Trowa replies "You
have the brains of a hen." Yes... well... that's what we used to talk
about in our Spanish lessons...
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