Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the related characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. And, obviously, I don't own Gravitation either. It belongs to Maki Murakami. I am simply borrowing the characters.

Warnings:

This story is AU and will contain SLASH. If that offends anyone, then don't read this story. This will be a Harry Potter/Gravitation crossover. It is set after the manga and anime and has an established relationship between Harry/Hiro.

Summary:

Hiro is worried for his lover. He keeps having vivid, disturbing dreams about his past. His past being shrouded in mystery, Hiro doesn't even know where to begin with helping him.

Withering Rose

Chapter One

Hiro watched his lover, moan pitifully and fight with the covers. Whatever he was seeing in his dream must be horrific. But, no matter how much he wanted, he knew he couldn't wake his lover. He'd already tried, several times. And each time, his dark haired lover would mumble, something incoherent, and turn away from him. Honestly, Hiro was baffled. How could anyone sleep in the throws of a nightmare?

Hiro listened, as the sounds calmed from loud moans to quiet whimpers, and knew that the nightmare was nearly over. Lifting himself up and leaning on his bent arm, he let his eyes wander, across his lover's pale, naked form. It didn't matter how many times he saw him nude; he was beautiful. His skin was a porcelain-color; he had dark, ebony hair that fell to his shoulders in a curtain of curls, full lips, and bright emerald eyes. His lover was tiny, standing barely over 5'. Shuichi and Ryuichi were both taller than him. Even the scar on top of his forehead, supplemented his beauty. Its odd shape, of a lightning bolt, added a flare of mystery to him.

Hiro, affectionately, swept a dark curl off his lover's damp forehead. It had already been an entire year, since they met. Well, that isn't the complete truth. It had been a year and a half. Hiro had pursued him for six months, before his little lover had finally given in, and gone on a date with him. He'd later found out, that his lover hadn't spoken Japanese very well, and hadn't understood most of what he'd been saying. It had been funny afterward and everyone had a good laugh because of it.

Hiro leaned down and dropped a kiss atop his lover's scar. A glance at the bedside clock, told him that it was six a.m. Even if he tried, he wouldn't get anymore sleep. Besides, he was accustomed to getting up with the sun. Unlike his best friend, Shuichi, he wasn't routinely late for work. That pink-haired idiot would be late for his own funeral.

Hiro chuckled to himself and threw back the covers. A shiver swept down his back, when his bare feet hit the cold, wooden floor. Hiro re-tucked the blanket around his lover, pulled on a pair of sweats, and made his way out of the bedroom. He padded barefoot down the hall to the kitchen. The coffee pot had an automatic timer built in, so the coffee was already brewed. Grabbing a mug, from the dish strainer, Hiro poured himself some coffee and took a seat at the table.

It had been late when he'd gotten to bed and then he'd been woken up just a few hours later, by his lover's nightmare. Hiro tiredly rubbed his eyes and took a swing of his coffee. Grimacing at the bitter taste, he set about finding the sugar. Only Yuki Eiri and his own lover could stomach black coffee. He idly wondered why, but shook the thought from his tired mind. It was too early for such inane things.

He'd successfully located the sugar, in the cabinet over the sink, when he heard the kitchen door swing open. He didn't have to look, to know who it was. Only he and his lover lived here. Grabbing the sugar, Hiro felt a small hand land on his stomach and his lover's head resting his head between his shoulder blades.

"You still tired?" Hiro asked, threading his fingers with his lover's.

"Hmm…I'm just cold." his lover muttered, his voice rough with sleep. "I woke up and you were gone."

Hiro twisted around and pulled his lover against his chest. Carding his fingers through his dark curls, he whispered, "I was already awake and needed coffee." His lover didn't answer, but made several mewling noises, enjoying the feeling. Several minutes passed, before Hiro asked, "Harry? You still awake?" It wasn't unusual for his lover to fall asleep standing, if he was tired.

"Yeah…barely," Harry burrowed his face further into Hiro's chest and sighed contently.

Hiro stood there, enjoying his lover's embrace. Even after a year, Harry could be very standoffish. Most of it was due to his childhood. He didn't know everything; in fact he knew next to nothing, but loathed what little bit he did know. "Come on. Sit down and I'll fix you some coffee," Hiro finally said.

"Huh?" Harry lifted his sleep-glazed eyes and stared at his lover. "When did I get here?" he asked confused.

Hiro laughed softly and rolled his blue eyes upward. "About ten minute's ago." he answered. This wasn't anything new to him.

"Oh."

Hiro detangled himself from his lover and pushed him toward the table. "Sit." he ordered. Harry looked ready snap at him, for ordering him around, but swallowed his retort, after looking into his eyes. His lover was worried about him. He could see it in those cobalt depths. Harry dropped into the pulled out chair. "You want some breakfast also?" Hiro asked, walking towards the counter.

"No. Coffee's fine." He really didn't think he'd be able to stomach anything this morning.

Hiro nodded and frowned heavily, his auburn brows drawing together. He didn't like it when Harry wouldn't eat. He was too thin as it was. "Fine, but you're eating extra at lunch." his eyes hardened, leaving no room for argument. Pouring Harry a cup of coffee, he walked back to the table and set in front of his lover, then took a seat across from him.

Harry stared blankly, into the contents of the cup. He knew Hiro wouldn't bring last night up, but knew his lover was thinking about it. How he wished, to be free of the dreams. At least last night's hadn't been that bad. Okay, it had been bad, but he'd also had worse. Looking up at his lover, Harry cringed at the worried look he received. He had to look away.

"Harry?" Harry looked back up. "Are you going to drink the coffee or just stare at it?" Harry blinked once, then twice. Bringing the cup to his lips, Harry took a big gulp and grimaced. It had gone cold. Had he really been that out of it? "Are you ever going to tell me about your nightmares?" Hiro finally asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry replied and looked away. Hiro made a clicking noise, with his tongue, but remained silent and continued to stare. Harry could feel his lover's eyes boring into him.

"Harry? I'm just worried." Hiro relented, turning his gaze downward. "I don't like seeing you like this."

Harry jerked his head up. "Like what?!" he asked sharply.

Hiro lifted his head and met his lover's emerald gaze. "Just look at yourself! You have bags under your eyes, your paler than usual, and your attitude is shitty! Not to mention, that you never eat anymore!" he snapped out.

Harry's jaw dropped open and he stared wide-eyed at his lover. Folding his hands in his lap, he dropped his eyes to the table. "I'm sorry you have to put up with my problems." he sniffled and wiped a few tears off his cheeks.

Hiro closed his eyes tightly and prayed for patience. Sometimes, Harry could be more emotional than Shuichi, especially while tired. "Harry, I love you. I just want to help you. But I can't help, if you don't tell me what's wrong." he answered, in what he thought was a level tone.

"But nothings wrong." he argued weakly, without any real heat.

"That's bullshit and you know it!" Hiro slammed his hands against the table.

"Fine...I had a fucking nightmare! Are you happy now?!" Harry snapped, his anger flaring.

Hiro sat, watching his lover's eyes burn with anger. Slumping in his chair, Hiro deflated. "No. I'm not happy. I hate it when you have nightmares and try to act like everything is fine." Hiro scrubbed his face with his hands. "Why? Why do you shut me out?" he mumbled against his hands.

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but stopped. Did he really shut him out? He hadn't meant to. He'd just been used to keeping everything in. Even as a kid, he'd never had anyone that cared. Glancing at his lover, he felt the stinging of tears burning at his eyes. How could he hurt him like that?! He'd just wanted to help! Damn it! Angry at himself, for hurting his lover, Harry decided to take a walk. He could stand seeing his lover like this.

Ryuichi belted out the words to 'Shining Collection', perfecting his vocals for the concert, this evening. It didn't matter how many times or how well he knew a song, he always practiced them the morning before a show. It wouldn't due, for the great Sakuma Ryuichi, to forget or mess up the words to a song. The fans would kill him, if Tohma and Noriko didn't first. Those two could be scarier than pack rabid fan-girls.

Letting the last word fall from his lips, he smiled widely. 'Perfect' He hadn't made a single mistake. Spinning on his heels, he turned his infectious smile on his band-mates. Both laughed softly, at his enthusiasm.

"Good job, Ryuichi." Tohma smiled. Not his patent fake smile, but the real one that very few actually saw.

Ryuichi bounced on his feet. "Yeah Tohma, I did awesome!"

Noriko rolled her eyes, at the overgrown child. "I believe that was your best singing yet. Do it that good tonight."

"Yes, I agree. You did splendidly." Tohma complimented. Glancing at his watch, he said, "I would love to stay, but I have a company to run."

"Okay, Tohma! Just don't work too hard!" Ryuichi cried and tried to glomp his friend, who narrowly dodged.

Laughing softly, Tohma made his way to the door, but stopped when the door was flung open. Any biting comments he had, died on his tongue. Harry, still in his pajamas, had rushed into the room and thrown himself at Ryuichi. Even Tohma could tell, that he'd been crying. Tohma pursed his lips tightly. What had Nakano done this time?

Tohma could be considered a shrewd business man. But signing Harry to his label had been pure luck. Who would have known, that Ryuichi would've had a distant cousin, with better singing capabilities than him? No one had, actually. Not even Ryuichi had known about his cousin. Harry hadn't known either. He'd always been told that he didn't have any living relatives, unless you count the Dursley family. Oh yes, Tohma had found out about them and how they'd treated Harry. He hadn't said anything to anyone and probably wouldn't.

Harry hadn't known a bit of Japanese, when he'd moved to Japan. But after almost two years, he spoke it rather fluently. The majority of Japan loved his music, even though it was sung in English. But Tohma had plans for him release a few songs in Japanese. You have to keep the fans happy. As for this evening, he and his cousin were singing a duet. Ryuichi would be singing the Japanese, while Harry sung in English. The concert had sold out in days. He had to admit, Harry was rather famous. Not only did they love his music, but he was the younger cousin of Sakuma Ryuichi and the lover of Nakano Hiroshi.

Tohma moved closer to the tangled mass of singers, to hear what was going on, but Harry was talking too fast and in English. Tohma may have been wealthy, the owner of his own business, and a member of a world known band, but not even he could keep up with Harry's ramblings. He knew English rather fluently, but had never lived in an English speaking country, so he didn't understand the shortened words that were spilling from the younger singer's lips.

Sighing in annoyance, he motioned for Noriko to follow. Best leave the cousins to there privacy. Ryuichi would tell him every later anyhow. Well, if it was important, he would.

"Harry-kun, what's wrong? Why are you sad?" Ryuichi asked, smoothing his younger cousin's untamed curls.

Harry sniffed, using his cousin's shirt to wipe his tears. "Me and Hiro got into a fight!" he wailed. "He's mad, because I won't tell him about my nightmares!"

"Are they about what happened at school?" he asked quietly. Feeling his cousin stiffen in his arms, he tightened his hold on the younger man and started whispering senseless nonsense in his ear.

Despite other people's opinions, Ryuichi was neither stupid nor crazy. He just liked having fun. In fact, people would tell him almost anything. How much harm could telling a crazy person have? People seriously misjudged him a lot. But that didn't matter to him. Nope, it didn't bother him at all.

Glancing at the boy in his arms, Ryuichi's heart constricted painfully. He was the only one that knew everything, of Harry's past. His relatives, magic school, and the war that he'd fought in. And you know what? He'd believed his cousin, without having to see any kind of proof. Harry's eyes, while beautiful and unnaturally bright green, held a deep sadness. No one his age should ever have eyes like that, eyes that have seen destruction and death.

Feeling the shaking, of his cousin's shoulders, stop, he asked, "Are you feeling better now?"

Harry looked away embarrassed, before speaking. "A little, I guess. But I really hurt Hiro this morning." he muttered.

"What happened?" Ryuichi asked, pushing a curl behind his ear.

Harry sighed, slumping in his cousin's embrace. "I've been having nightmares lately and he asked me about them. I started screaming, that they were nothing, and he got mad and screamed back. He just wanted to help!" his tone was small, like a child.

Ryuichi frowned in thought, his eyebrows closing in together and his forehead wrinkling. Several minutes passed in silence, before he spoke up. "I know Hiro-kun cares for you, but he shouldn't push you about that stuff. Your past is pretty painful. I would explain what I could, but leave out the details." he said wisely. "Besides, if you told him about magic, he'd just think that craziness runs in the family."

Harry giggled at his cousin. No matter what, Ryuichi could always cheer him up. "Thanks, Ryu. I'll keep that in mind." he replied cheekily.

By the time the concert was ready to start, Harry and Hiro still hadn't talked to one another. And they did there best, to simply avoid each other. Only three people knew what had happened and none of them were talking. Harry and Hiro, because they were mad at each other, and Ryuichi, who felt it wasn't his place to say anything.

Everyone else was confused and a bit shocked. The couple hardly ever fought and if they did, they made up quickly. Any attempt to get them to speak to each other, resulted in someone's head getting chewed off. After about the fifth time, everyone gave up. They really enjoyed having their head attached.

Harry stood to the side, just off the stage, watching his lover with sad eyes. He really wanted to make up with him, but when he'd gotten home, Hiro had ranted at him for an hour for not telling him that he was leaving. And of course, Harry had blown up at him again. He knew he should've stayed in bed today. At least he would've been comfortable when Hiro started yelling at him.

Harry gaze drifted to Shuichi, singing and dancing along the stage. Shaking his head, he wondered how the idiot ever put up with Yuki. Now that was one cold man. Of course, appearances can be deceiving. He'd learned that a long time ago. Plus, he'd seen how Yuki treated 'his brat'. The man might not say it often and act cold a lot, but Harry could tell he loved Shuichi.

Harry clapped along with the audience, at the end of the song. Bad Luck really was excellent. Even he'd admit to that. He didn't like all of their songs, but Shuichi's energy while performing, added something. Even the songs he didn't like were awesome, while being performed live.

Seeing his cousin walk onto the stage, Harry tried to reign in his nerves. This would be his first time performing with Ryuichi. Yeah sure, Japan loved him. But how would he compare against Ryuichi? Harry shook his head, at himself. He was just being stupid. They were on two completely different levels of talent. Confidently, Harry walked out on stage, strolling to his cousin's side.

"Good evening!" Ryuichi yelled to the crowd. The crowd went wild, at his first words. If he hadn't been on stage, Harry would've rolled his eyes. Ryuichi waited for the crowd to calm down, before speaking again. "We have special treat for you tonight! My cousin, 'Evan Angel', will be performing a duet with me!" Harry swore he saw some fan-girl pass out.

"This is a special treat for me also! Since I've met Ryuichi, I've dreamed of being able to sing with him! Now, I am finally getting my wish!" Harry smiled charmingly at the audience. "I hope you enjoy this song! It's one that Ryuichi and I wrote together, just for this event! Now I give you, being heard for the first time anywhere, 'Destiny'."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry about the abrupt cut off, but I had to stop somewhere. Chapter two will pick up, just a few days after the end of the concert. I honestly hadn't planned, for Ryuichi and Harry to be cousins, but it seemed to fit somehow. Anyway, I liked the idea, so I used it. Let me know what you think! Cause if you don't, then there won't be any more chapters! If anyone has any ideas they'd like to share, please feel free to. Well, cheers!