Disclaimer: If I owned Gravitation I wouldn't be writing a disclaimer now would I.

A/N: I'm only writing this because I am a firm believer in that the only people who should be judging the works of others are those who have submitted there own work to be judged.

Chapter 1: Small children are annoying.

What the hell? There was a child on his door step. Not just any child. A small child. He hated children. He especially hated small children. Wasn't Kitazawa's brat bad enough? He'd just gotten rid of one kid, now there was another one.

"Who are you?" Yuki snapped at the boy. The runt didn't even have the decency to wince; he just stood there and stared. "Go find your mommy, kid." The kid continued to stare.

Yuki walked out on to the sidewalk and looked up and down the street. It was completely deserted. Well shit, what do I do now?

"Come on kid, were going to the cop box."

"We can't help you."

"Why not," Yuki ground out. He had been down here for almost three hours now and the only thing he'd been able to find out was that the boy was from Osaka. The cop, Yuki had forgotten his name as soon as he'd heard it, had found a train ticket in the boy's pocket. Flat nose, as Yuki had taken to calling him, had ingeniously deduced that the kid had traveled to Tokyo alone. A search of the brat's bag had revealed a couple changes of clothes and some candy bars, obviously some sort of nutrient replacement.

"The boy has no identification," Flat Nose continued. "The only thing we can do is call the police in Osaka and see if anyone has filled a missing persons report on him. Until then we'll send him down to family services and see if we can't find him a place to stay."

Yuki frowned. "Why not just send him back the way he came? He got here just fine; he can get back just as easily."

"That would be very irresponsible of me, Mr. Uesugi. The child could be killed on his way back. It was only by the grace of God that he made it here unscathed." Flat Nose fell silent as the rusted gears inside his head attempted to turn. "Why did the boy end up on your doorstep? Is your home close to the station?"

"Not really," Yuki's frown deepened, "it's about twelve blocks."

"In a straight path or do you have to turn corners to get there?"

"There are a couple corners, why? Your not suggesting that the boy was looking for me, are you?"

"Of course not," Flat Nose attempted to reassure, "I just find it a bit odd that a small child would travel all the way to Tokyo from Osaka and some how manage to end up on your door step."

"I don't like what you're implying," Yuki said, a chill beginning to creep into his voice, "The kid has nothing to do with me. Now if there is nothing else, I have to get home before someone files a missing persons report on me."

Tanaka sat back slowly everything he'd heard about this man suggested that he was not some one to trifle with. There were rumors floating around that he had killed as many as three men while living in New York. Tanaka shook the thought away. The man sitting here wasn't a cold blooded murderer but a famous fag unnerved by a little kid.

"No there's nothing else. Just a few more things and you can be on your way."

"Wonderful."

"It may take us a few days to find a place for him to stay, in the mean time I would ask that he stay with you."

"WHAT! Have you lost your mind! There is no way in hell I'm watching this kid." Yuki quickly stood and backed away from the desk, preparing to make a mad dash for the exit.

"Mr. Uesugi, surely you wouldn't just leave the child to the mercy of the system," Tanaka said calmly, "Why, just think of the back lash if the public were to find out you'd dumped a child at a police station and just left him there."

Yuki's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What makes you think I give two shits about public approval."

"Maybe you don't but the public cares about you. You'd have reporters camped on your doorstep from dawn until dusk. It sure would be a shame if you had to move again."

"You wouldn't dare," Yuki's voice had begun to shake with compressed rage. This cop was proving to be sharper than he had previously imagined. Yuki could already see that there was no way he was going to get around this. He had no intention of moving again. Three times in two years was more than even the sanest of men could stand.

"Let's just leave it at that, shall we? I'll begin making some quiet inquires and you can just turn around and leave as if you'd never been here." Tanaka smiled to himself; he hadn't lost his touch it seemed. "You take care now Mr. Uesugi and I'll be in touch in a few days."

Yuki growled low in his throat. "Come on kid, let's go." With that he turned and left, the boy trailing silently after him.