A/N: I dedicate this to my friend, Sabrina.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Yu Yu Hakusho or Gundam Wing.

Warning: BL (Boys Love, Yaoi, Slash, Homosexuality - whatever you label it, it's in here), profanity

Pairings:

Yu Yu Hakusho: (main) HieiXKurama, (side) YusukexKeiko, slew of minor background character pairings

Gundam Wing: (main) 1x2, 3x4

Crossover Pairings: Still in the works. May or may not be - 5xYukina

One-sided: Rx1, KarasuxKurama

Chapter 1

"Hey! Did you guys hear the news?" Botan squealed loudly to her friends, practically sprinting into the classroom and narrowly avoiding a direct collision with the two boys hovering around an irritated Chang Wufei. Urameshi Yusuke and Kuwabara Kazuma both winced at the girl's pitch, hesitant to respond when the bluenette looked so excited to share her gossip. (The last time they had rained on her parade, she'd gone ballistic; it had taken weeks to get the blood and gum out of their clothes.)

"You're getting therapy?" Wufei asked, faux-hopefully. Botan pouted at him but looked pleased that someone had decided to engage in her banter. "That's mean! And no! I mean, we get two new students!" she said, bouncing from one foot to the other.

"Two new students? Have you seen them, Botan?" Yukina asked. As the younger sister of one of the most infamous students attending Reikai Senior High School, she'd solidified herself as someone constantly in the know. Luckily for the populace, Yukina was innately kind and felt no desire to abuse her own power.

"No, no one has. A few people just heard some teachers talking about it!" Botan replied, steadying herself.

"Who cares, anyway?" Yusuke said, leaning against the wall with a scowl - likely just irritated his usual morning smoke had been interrupted today by a fuming Keiko.

"Yusuke, please try to act sociable. We don't want to scare them away on the first day," Keiko replied, rubbing her temples. If all else failed, she suppose she could just beat him into acceptable social behavior.

"Hn," Heero and Hiei said in unison - all but implying that the word 'sociable' wasn't even in their dictionaries and they had no desire to revise it in.

"The only thing that will scare them away is Kuwabara's face," Yusuke snickered.

"For your information, Urameshi, my face is perfectly amenable! My cat loves me!" Kuwabara said defensively. The girls immediately burst into giggles at the cat defense, but that did little to dissuade Kuwabara from his foolproof argument.

Trowa Barton - who had, as per usual, adopted silence as his opinion - glanced around at his friends as if to check them all off on some mental attendance list. When all his friends - and their opinions on Botan's latest gossip - had been accounted for, green eyes moved on to the blond sitting across the room.

Quatre Raberba Winner was still fairly new to Reikai High, and although very friendly to all he spoke to, he had yet to make any solid friends. Trowa had been more than tempted to approach, but every time he tried he either lost confidence mid-venture or he was completely misunderstood by the blond boy. His spectacular fail rate had been a source of great amusement to his friends for the past few months.

"Dude, stop checking him out!" Yusuke teased with a wide grin. Trowa's answering glare earned nothing but a cheekish "Now that is a sexy Look!" from the other boy.

"Everyone, take your seats. We have two new students joining us today. Why the Board decided to put them in our homeroom, I'll never understand - but they sure as hell better start some kind of therapy program for teachers or I'm gonna set this place ablaze," Sensui muttered.

The students glanced at each other, torn between laughing at their teacher's discomfort or panicking over the recent discovery of Sensui's pyromania.

"Alright, you two can come in," Sensui said at the door, sounding completely unenthusiastic. Soon, a pretty boy with long, red hair and stunning green eyes walked in. He looked like the model student-type; khaki pants and a plan white button-up, the sleeves long enough to go well past his wrists. After him walked another boy with a long, chestnut braid and lively amethyst eyes. Unlike his red-haired companion, the boy had the look of a classic delinquent: tight black jeans and a nondescript grey shirt underneath a well-worn leather jacket.

"Class, welcome your new classmates, Kurama Minamino and Duo Maxwell," Sensui introduced with professional disinterest. For their part, the two new students looked just as interested in the proceedings; besides a casual regarding of the environment, those inside, and identifying all the escape routes, the two looked as if they'd rather be anywhere but here. "Don't be shy, you two - go ahead and introduce yourselves," Sensui said.

The redhead pasted on a smile that spoke of professionalism and complete lies. "Hello. I am Kurama Minamino. I come from the colony L-2."

That started murmurs in the classroom that were deftly ignored by the two at the front. The braided boy grinned widely, practically scaring most of the class back into obedient silence. Somehow, the smile had looked almost feral. "I'm Duo Maxwell. I'm also from colony L-2!" he said.

"So you're both from L-2, hm? Did you know each other before you came here?" Sensui asked.

"Yeah, me and the fox here know each other real well," Duo replied with a leer.

Kurama only rolled his eyes. "Don't be lewd, Duo."

Hilde Schbeiker - sitting front and center - cocked her head questioningly. "Are you guys here as a result of the L-2 Juvenile Corrections Act?" she asked. A fair question, in its own right - for the past 15 years, the L-2 colony cluster had been locked in a state of civil unrest that had resulted in the deaths of over 4,000 of its own citizens. It had been a colony-wide gang war characterized by massacres and - as recently discovered - political corruption. Other Lagrange colonies and even the United Earth Sphere Alliance had been forced to step in to wipe out the government and deal with the gangs just to avoid what was looking to be the inevitable genocide of all lower-income L-2 citizens. With this, the L-2 Juvenile Corrections Act was put into place; L-2 orphans are put in schools across the globe and given housing and assistance by the Alliance.

"Boundaries, Miss Schbeiker," Sensui was quick to warn. Neither Kurama nor Duo looked too concerned though, giving only small nods in answer but not clarifying. The class decided to drop the uncomfortable topic.

"Boys, take a seat anywhere," Sensui dismissed.

Duo lead the way to the most convenient seat for him - right next to Quatre Winner. Kurama followed without a word, taking the one in front of the blond and giving the person to his immediate left - Kuwabara - a friendly smile and nod in greeting.

"So, cutie," Duo greeted the blond easily, smarmy grin still in place. "How you doin'?"

Quatre chuckled, smile warm as he winked at the braided boy. "Better, now that you're here to rescue me from boredom," he easily parried. Duo waggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning another small bout of chuckles from his new seatmate. (Across the room, Trowa broke the pencil he was holding.)

"And what's my new arm-candy's name?" Duo asked brightly.

"Quatre Winner," Quatre replied, false-moony eyes perfectly in place.

"Hear that, fox? I'm dumping you for Quat here!" Duo tossed over to the redhead pulling out the required textbook from his backpack. Kurama glanced back, green eyes giving Quatre a thorough once-over before looking back to the grinning boy. "So now you've moved on to blondes, Duo? You philanderer."

"What can I say? Blondes have more fun!"

"You're invited too, Kurama," Quatre said, doing quite the impressive leer in return. Both boys blinked at him, startled, before bursting into laughter.

"Ah, you're awesome! You are totally my new best friend!" Duo declared.

Duo poked at his school lunch. It was his lucky day - they were serving Meat Surprise. "I think it's breathing," Duo muttered to himself.

Kurama just stared at his own share. "I'll name it Joe," he decided solemnly, resolutely putting his fork down and going so far as to push a stalk of undercooked broccoli towards the mound of meat-ish glop in an attempted feeding.

"Why are you even bothering poor Joe with vegetables? Isn't it obvious he prefers students?" Duo snorted.

"Like I'm going to trust the advice of someone who doesn't even realize Joe is a girl," Kurama returned coolly.

Quatre tsked. "Really, Duo, it's so obvious; everyone knows the females have the most green spots."

"Don't make me disown you, Quat."

"On a sidenote," Kurama interrupted, pushing away his tray and not looking anywhere near his newly-proclaimed female pet. "Why does that guy keep looking at you?" Kurama asked, head tilted subtly in Trowa's direction. The unibanged boy could be seen glancing over at their little trio every now and then, attention conspicuously focused moreso on the blonder element of their group.

Quatre glanced back, managing to catch Trowa mid-gaze before the brunette hurriedly turned back his attention to his own group, seemingly forcing an obviously-amused Wufei into a staring contest. Quatre turned back to Kurama, confusion evident over his features. "I honestly don't know. Trowa hardly talks to me outside of class, and even then it's about assignments...or the weather..."

Trowa's conversational skills obviously left a lot to be desired.

"Awkwardness has its own charms, I guess," Duo mused to his redheaded friend. Kurama only chuckled, shaking his head a bit at Quatre's confusion. To the blond's annoyance, neither of his companions felt the need to divulge their newest source of amusement.

"What is it?" Quatre asked worriedly. "You don't think he's mad that I got a higher test score on that pop quiz last week, do you?"

"Yeah, that's definitely it," Kurama replied dryly. "Curse you and your ability to regurgitate facts better than he can."

"I'm being serious!" Quatre whined. "You know I beat him in a debate in our last government class? Not that that was especially hard, seeing as he really didn't say anything about his side of the issue..."

"Ah, finally, something to marvel at," Duo deadpanned. "A nerd's revenge on another nerd."

Quatre pouted. "I'm sensing a lot of judgment from you two," the blond noted. On cue, both boys widened their eyes in faux-innocence, inciting another laugh from their new friend. "Alright, alright, I get it; I'm a loser and you two are angels."

"If it helps, you're a really hot loser," Duo said.

"Gee, thanks," Quatre replied, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Does your stalker-"

"He is not my stalker!" Quatre interjected hotly.

"-always engage his friends in glaring contests every time he's caught gazing at you? Because I must say, most of them have quite the impressive glower," Kurama finished without pause, eyes lingering over the scowling visage of Hiei Jaganshi.

Quatre looked back over, blushing lightly at catching Trowa's eyes on him before the emerald pair looked away - startling Botan, who'd been innocently engaged in gossip with both Yukina and Cathy. "Ah, you mean Hiei? He's actually like the top delinquent in whatever hierarchy system they have in this school. I've never seen him doing anything myself, but you hear things here and there. His two closest friends are Yusuke - that boy with the slicked back hair - and Kuwabara - the one next to the petite girl with the blue hair - are actually more likely to get into a fight than Hiei is."

"Ooh, he has leader written all over those handsome features," Duo smirked. "How about the one with the messy hair and icy look?"

"Heero Yuy. Not a delinquent - his record is perfect - but damn scary. I think he's president of the Physics club, too." Quatre identified.

"This school has got some awesomely hot nerds," Duo pointed out glibly.

Quatre rolled his eyes with a smile. "And those 'awesomely hot nerds' also happen to be some of the most sought-after guys on campus. Just give up - it will save you a lot of trouble. I think Relena Peacecraft has dibs on Heero; she's the heiress to Darlian Enterprises."

Both colony boys frowned, looking speculative. "I know them," Duo said softly. "They funded the Scavengers."

Quatre blinked in confusion. "Scavengers?"

"An L-2 colloquialism," Kurama explained. "They were people that scoured the streets to pick up orphans and the like. You'd know them as Preventers."

Quatre swallowed that new piece of information quietly. He supposed that the entire L-2 intervention must have looked radically different from the other two's perspective as compared to those like Quatre - outsiders who had no idea what was going on until too late.

"Well, no use dwelling on it. I'm going to get some more juice," Kurama said, leaving the table. Duo gave Heero one last wondering look before turning his attention back to the redhead, nodding in understanding and watching him leave.

"You got caught looking, huh?" Cathy teased her brother. Trowa refused to reply, moving on from Botan's confused look and into Heero's tolerant stoicism. It wasn't lost on any of them that the two new students were talking about them; both boys openly stared at them and Quatre - from what they could see and assume - was quick to answer any questions.

"Hey look, one of the devils left the perch," Yusuke observed aloud.

"What kind of code language is that?" Hiei asked derisively, glancing over only on reflex and noting that the redhead had entered back into the cafeteria line.

Botan only pouted. "To be honest, I thought they'd be a lot more exciting - they're from L-2, for chrissakes! But they seem perfectly obedient to the rules and they even fell in with that goody-goody Quatre."

"There's nothing wrong with being a goody-goody," Trowa intoned darkly, green eyes sweeping over the girl as if daring her to make another slight. Botan instantly shook her head, agreeing and laughing nervously.

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash, some gasps, and the lunchroom went dead silent. In line was where everyone's eyes settled. There stood Kurama, whose face belied no emotion other than cold disgust as he held himself stiffly, as if he were restraining whatever impulse of fight-or-flight. Before him was Karasu Kurotobi - dripping wet with what looked to be chocolate milk.

"Perhaps next time you should keep your hands to yourself," Kurama said calmly, and without further ado, pivoted and exited the cafeteria. Duo and Quatre both jumped from their seats, following after the redhead, the latter only glancing back to give Karasu a disapproving look.

"Well," Yusuke began snidely. "How is that for exciting, Botan?"

"Is there an actual explanation as to why you wasted milk on that jerk, or am I just to assume it's that special time of year where you pick random bystanders to assault with food?" Duo asked, striding at Kurama's side and looking eerily calm. Quatre, at Duo's left, looked exasperated that the only thing the braided boy seemed to care about was the choco-milk that had been used as weapon in what could have been labeled as assault.

"He's lucky I didn't take off his arm," Kurama replied coldly. At Duo's raised eyebrow and Quatre's worried look, the redhead looked away with what - the two finally noticed - was a petulant look. "He touched my hair."

That made both boys stop short. Kurama paused, turning to address them but not looking them in the eye. "What?" Duo asked, evidently dumbfound.

"I said," Kurama began with every ounce of dignity that he really shouldn't have in this sort of situation. "He touched my hair."

"I cannot believe you," Duo said, a grin widening on his lips in response to the pure bewilderment he felt. "You fuckin' girl. He touched your hair so you thought a milk-shower was the appropriate response?"

"I don't see why you're passing judgment; who was the one who nearly broke that Scavenger's arm when he grabbed your braid?" Kurama returned.

"Oh fuck you, Kurama. You know that asshole tried to yank me back by the braid and totally deserved that beat-down. You milked a guy for petting that pretty mane of yours."

Quatre took all this in silently, breaking into a wide grin. "...So I guess it's safe to assume that those buzzcuts I totally envisioned for you both aren't going to happen?"

"Fuck you too, Quat."

"Well, I hope Karasu learns that sexual harassment is never okay!" Botan snorted. The cafeteria had returned to its status quo after the trio's quick exit, ignoring Karasu as he glided in the direction of the bathrooms to clean himself up as best as he could. The monitors were nowhere to be found, but that wasn't exactly uncommon for their school.

"The hand of Justice is always swift and true," Wufei muttered, stabbing viciously into what once had been a somewhat decent-looking burrito. The others had picked up their previous conversations with ease, but it looked as if Botan and the rest of the girls were content to run with the new topic of Duo and Kurama.

"We should get to know them. It's always nice to make new friends~" Cathy started with a leer, tilting a wicked smirk at her younger brother. Trowa looked everywhere but straight at her, but Cathy didn't look the least bit perturbed by it. "And this way we can get Trowa in closer proximity to Quatre. Wouldn't that be nice, Trowa?"

"I'm sure he'd enjoy that!" Botan agreed, smile wide and sinister.

Trowa looked to the other guys for help - but all pointedly looked away.

Traitors! Trowa hissed mentally.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Quatre bid, standing awkwardly before a Rolls-Royce and trading a small smile with his chauffeur. Rashid and the rest of the Maguanacs were some of the few people Quatre wholly trusted, and he was only glad he'd gotten his obstinate father to agree to hire the otherwise rowdy men.

"Of course. Hopefully Duo will have settled in by then and can start irritating you, too," Kurama replied with a wistful tone. Duo, stationed at the redhead's side, rolled his eyes with an unrepentant smile.

"See ya tomorrow, Quat!" Duo called back as the blond got into the car. "Think of my handsome features late into the night for comfort and pleasure!"

Duo reveled in the moment as Quatre looked to choke on air in his shock, the car pulling away amidst Duo's shit-eating grin. Kurama just sighed in exasperation, pivoting abruptly and beginning to make their long trek home.

"Ever wonder if this is how those posh schools back on L-2 were like?" Duo asked, quickly catching up to the other boy. Both paused to take in the sight of cars lining the roads to pick up the students too young to drive, or teenage drivers exiting the parking lot in cars the two boys had previously only dreamed of seeing. Others appeared to be trekking either to their homes or other locations on foot, but it was lost on neither that they were headed in an opposite direction. It only figured - the only thing that lied west of their high school was a park, and further past that, the shabby homes where they had been stowed.

"As if anything drudged up on L-2 could even compare," Kurama dismissed.

"So they walk?" Botan said, watching as both Duo and Kurama began to walk off school grounds. Their own little group had congregated near the school gates and was lounging (read: terrorizing) every other student that walked past. Not that they meant to terrorize anyone, it was just that with their group's accumulated infamy, fear was just something that was induced purely through their presence.

"That's none of our business, Botan," Yusuke reminded her dryly, digging through his pockets in hopes of finding a stray cigarette. Hiei, annoyed, tossed him one of his own and Yusuke gratefully lit it up - completely ignoring Heero's distasteful look.

Kuwabara twitched, the hairs on the back of his neck rising at the sensation of eyes on him. Glancing back, he was startled to see both Kurama and Duo across the street from their little group. "Hey, they're looking right at us!" he noted aloud to his friends. Everyone's eyes turned to where Kuwabara's were locked, meeting two pairs of cold green and amethyst eyes. Duo and Kurama were standing completely still, looking almost casual as they regarded the group 30 meters away. Kurama said something and Duo nodded, before the braided boy suddenly broke into a grin. He waved at them amicably as the pair began walking again, chatting and smiling like nothing happened.

"Almost thought they wanted to start something," Yusuke muttered.

Botan blinked. "Maybe they were in a gang back on L-2? The L-2 gangs were supposed to be heavily territorial, I think..."

"Gang members don't go into the Juvenile Corrections program," Yukina reminded her softly. She had done some reading on the program a while ago for a government paper, so she knew a bit about the subject.

"Well, at least Maxwell seems nice enough," Cathy pointed out. "We can work in from that angle to get to Quatre. What do you think of that, Trowa? Heero - help me out here! Maxwell's cute, right? Totally your type."

Heero glared at her.

Trowa sighed. "Cathy, stop helping."

"Never!" the older girl cackled.

A/N: I admit it - I've always wanted to do an High School AU. It's like a guilty pleasure for writers. XD

To those in the know: I'm addressing you, my MediaMiner graduates! -grin- Yeah, I authored that terrible thing on there. This is the revision of it.

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