Elitist Theory

Prologue: Chapter One

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters or storylines in any part of the fanfiction that follows, only the plot bunny that started this all.

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The lives of elite students everywhere changed with the opening of the St. Gabriel's Institution; the plan was originally set into effect in A.C. 195 when a man by the name of Michael Gabriel decided to open an institution that would specialize in the teaching of the academically elite.

These students would be taught by the best, and they would hopefully be fostered to improve the systems of government and public sectors alike. However what were to be the sociological repercussion of just such an act.

Were these teenagers ready to be fostered like cattle? Were these teenagers prepared to act like anything other than…teenagers?

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"Class," The red haired women in the front waved her hand once to get all the students attention before setting her briefcase on her desk and moving to stand behind it. "My name is Anna Morosely and I will be your core teacher. Everyone in this class is a transfer student, as you can obviously see; you will not be ranked as a freshman class."

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The school was centered and focused on the educational advancement of students between the ages of fourteen to nineteen. In total it only had a group of one hundred and thirty five students however the class loads were full and the hours were rather long.

It was a high school rank, a college setting, a crop of hand chosen youth, and an uncertain objective.

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"I would like to welcome you to St. Gabriel's Institution and congratulate you on gaining admittance!" She spoke with an extra cheery voice that was not welcome at eight in the morning by our young geniuses. Nor was her voice necessarily believable, she seemed to be an over stressed, over caffeinated woman.

There actually didn't appear to be much of a difference from these academically advanced students to those that go to a normal high school. You could tell who the oddballs out were and you could already see where the cliques had formed.

These students would be looked towards to reflect the top of society, the elite of society.

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The classes were divided up into groups of twenty who would take their first two years of the school together, with the same teacher. There were five years of the school and the fifth was primarily used for college preparation, such as in France when they prepare for the bac.

The campus was that of a college and the students stayed in dorms on campus, giving it all the more luster of a private school. There were students of all different backgrounds in attendance. Students on scholarship, and students on family money, the only thing that all the students could claim to have in common was an IQ like no other.

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"I'd like us to start our first day by asking you to get to know one another," the teacher sat in her chair, having previously gotten done writing her name on the white promethean board for the students. "We'll start on the right side of the room and go along the rows, I want you to stand and say your name then something you would say to describe yourself."

Many of the students groaned but the student in the first seat of the far right row stood up in accordance with the teacher's wishes. Every student, no matter the type hated the inevitable "get to know you" game.

"My name's Duo Maxwell, and I may run and hide but I never lie!" he spoke out with a grin leaning on his desk a bit and finishing his statement with a flourish. His long, brunette braid twitched back in forth as he spoke.

"Thank you Mr. Maxwell," said the teacher, her tone was curt and she looked him up and down with a raised brow "However if you'd be so kind, please follow the guidelines of the Student Dress Code."

The boy named Duo just sat down in his seat and pretended to start fixing his clothes, leaving them the way they were once the teacher glanced away.

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On the other side of the room a stern boy with Prussian colored eyes observed the longhaired boy named Duo, and resisted a smile once he noticed that he wasn't going to even bother fixing his clothing. However in his own opinion the boy didn't look half bad the way he was, his shirtsleeves were rolled up, his pants hung low on his hips. He also had slung his blazer on the back of the chair and he had loosened his tie and un-tucked his shirt.

He leaned back and debated his choice of phrasing, after all what adolescent boy ever really decided to pledge that he never lied? The Prussian-eyed boy decided that he was going to have to do something to live up to that, the other students certainly weren't.

The rest of the students in that row had been decidedly boring spouting out the usual 'I like sports' 'I like to hang with my friends' or the 'I like to read' nonsense. None of these students were exciting at all, but the braided boy seemed to be.

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"My Name's Trowa Barton," said boy sat back down in his seat after stating this, however the teacher was of course not going to let him be.

"And what do you like to do for fun, Mr. Barton?" She looked at him with a smile that truly said 'answer the question, now!' it did appear like it was going to be a 'fun' year with this teacher.

"I like to paint," and the boy left it at that.

The teacher moved on.

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Just diagonal from this Trowa Barton boy a blond haired boy studied him out of half lidded eyes. He did seem to be interesting after all. He had a swatch of gravity defying hair that covered his left eye. The blond boy immediately fell into this Trowa boy's eyes, they were a deep sage and with them being lidded in heavy eyeliner it only made them more apparent.

The blond boy grinned; he was determined to get the attention of that one.

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Trowa could feel the eyes on him, and it wasn't the normal watching type stare either. He wouldn't have been curious if it had been the simple 'your weird, therefore I am determined to look at you and attempt to make you feel uncomfortable' type of look. The look he felt on himself was full of intensity, and he realized that whoever was watching him was not only studying his looks but his character as well.

Just as he turned to catch the eyes of whoever was watching him, the person stood up. It was the blond boy that was seated diagonally back from him, and he was still looking at him, even as he stood.

However in the next moment he gave a small smile to Trowa and turned to look back at the teacher, to introduce himself. He had an air of apparent quiet politeness to him, and a graceful, probably aristocratic, background.

"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner," at this he paused just the slightest moment, resisting the urge to wink at Trowa "And I'm gay."

There was a slightly tense stunned silence from the class; obviously no one had expected this type of statement from anyone in the class, least of all the shy blond boy in the back row.

And at that Quatre Raberba Winner sat back down he caught the eye of Trowa once more, giving him a small smirk type grin to go along with his usual small smile.

Trowa simply met his eyes, raising a brow that clearly said 'touché,' before he turned back into his seat.

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The Prussian eyed boy in the back left corner observed all of this with a steady look, to him it seemed as if there was not only going to be one curious student this year, there was going to be several.

He was tempted to give a grin of anticipation.

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By this time it reached the next student of oddities, the aforementioned student had had just enough of this 'getting to know you' exercise, he felt that they shouldn't be wasting time and should be focusing on the lesson.

It didn't help that the braided moron from two rows over kept flicking paper balls at him.

He stood up when the person before him had barely finished and spoke with spitfire speed. "My name is Wufei Chang, and I like to practice martial arts."

He sat down with much the same speed as he stood up with, making the teacher give him a slightly affronted look. She smoothed her paisley dress and moved on.

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'Ha ha!' thought Duo. 'This one might be worth getting to know as well.'

He had already decided to befriend the artist and also the blond boy who sat behind him, and in the next row respectively. And now it looked like there was going to be another one to add to the 'group' that he had already began to envision in his mind

He figured they'd all make excellent friends this year, their oddities bonding them together.

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The Prussian-eyed boy was the very last student to state his name, and he was partly thankful for it. As he stood up he heard the girl across form him whisper excitedly to the girl next to her, he really couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

"My name is Heero Yuy," and, doing the same as the blond haired boy, he paused for dramatic effect "And if I decide I don't like you, I will kill you."

When he sat back down he met the eyes of all the four students that he had previously singled out. He met Trowa's eyes and immediately knew that they understood each other. He met Quatre's eyes and knew that this was the boy that was going to be the glue that would be able to hold them all together. He met Wufei's eyes and knew that this was going to be the boy that was going to be able to keep him in check. And he met Duo's eyes and knew that he was going to be the one that was going to change his life.

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And while the boys in that instant found camaraderie they all shared a thought that was the same in its core description.

The blond boy couldn't help but think 'These are the guys that are going to be able to understand me; these are the guys that I'm going to be able to help.'

The braided one had similar but different thoughts he thought that 'These are going to be the guys that I finally call my friends, these are going to be the ones that keep me on Earth.'

The lidded boy didn't really have an over whelming life shattering thought at that moment, but he felt. And he felt that he was going to be able to share himself with these guys, and that he was going to be able to shatter the mask that he always adorned around those that were different than him.

And Wufei and Heero neither thought nor felt, they informed themselves. They knew that they were going to become close to each other, and they knew that they were going to form a bond that even war itself wouldn't ever be able to tear apart.

They were going to be a team.

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Every chapter after this will definitely be longer, however this was certainly a base for prologue this chapter. Thanks, I hope you review!

-AnimeSiren