Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gravitation.

Warnings: This story contains SLASH (male/male relationships). If this offends or bothers anyone, do not read this story.

Summary: This is the story of how Harry and Hiro fell in love before the beginning of "Withering Rose".

Crystal Flowers

Prologue

Harry gasped at the sights around him as he surveyed all Tokyo had to offer him. Only in his dreams had he ever imagined he'd see such things. The massive buildings made of glass and steel captivated and awed him. He loved the old feeling the magical world had, but modern Tokyo was beautiful.

"Your name?" the hotel attendant requested, causing Harry to frown at his own lack of knowledge when it came to the Japanese language. "Your name?" she repeated but in fluent English.

"Sorry," the eighteen-year-old muttered, "It's under Potter."

The attendant smiled slightly and punched a few keys on the computer in front of her. "Ah, here it is. You're in room #534, Mr. Potter." she handed him his key and asked, "Do you require assistance with your luggage?"

Harry glanced down at his few bags and shook his head. "No, ma'am. I think I got it."

"Very well," Harry nodded once and turned, heading toward the elevator.

The enterior of the hotel was beautifully done in purple and gold tones. The carpeting was a deep purple with rings of gold along the edges and the walls were a lighter shade of brownish-gold.

Harry made it to his room with little trouble, if you counted him having a clutz attack and knocking an old lady over as "little trouble". The small man flopped onto the large bed that occupied the room and moaned in delight. It felt good to lay down after being stuck on that plane. The flight hadn't been too long, but the man beside him had been a walrus and smelled badly. Kicking off his shoes, he pulled his legs onto to bed and curled himself into a ball. He was exhausted and desperately needed sleep, but he knew he couldn't just yet. He needed to call NG and set up a meeting with Sakuma Ryuichi. He prefered to do it while he still had some fight left in him.

He pushed himself onto his elbows, grabbed the phone off the bedside table, and dialed the number he'd memorized before he left England.

"NG Productions." Harry cursed silently, forgetting that he knew only a few words in Japanese.

"English please." It sounded stupid, but he could try.

"Thank you for calling NG, how can I help you?"

Harry sighed in relief at his good luck and continued, "Yes, I need to see if I can set up a meeting with Sakuma Ryuichi."

"I'm sorry, sir, but you'd have to contact his manager and Mr. Seguchi for that."

'Damnit!' he thought. "Is there anyway you could see if he's available to even speak on the phone?" 'Damnit, Harry! He's a famous singer. He doesn't have time for a nobody like you!' his mind screamed at him.

"Sir, I can try but he's probably too busy. Please hold for a moment."

"Alright, and thank you."

Several minutes passed as the "hold" music rang in his ears, and he began to wonder if the lady was ever going to pick up the line again when the music ended. "This is Ryuichi." a male voice said in perfect English. The receptionist must've explained that Harry didn't Japanese.

"Hi, Mr. Sakuma. My name is Harry Potter and I've come from England to talk to you," he rushed out quickly so he didn't lose his nerve.

"Hmmm... All the way from England, you say? I don't know anyone from there." the man's voice sang out childishly. "But okay! You can come to the studio and talk to me."

'Huh?' Harry's mind questioned. Just like that? Was the guy an idiot?

"Hum... okay. When would you like me to come down?" Harry asked.

"Anytime you want. I'll even send a car for you."

Harry couldn't help but wonder about the man's sanity. How could he simply trust Harry? Still, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Can you give me an hour?" Harry asked.

"Okay!"

Harry gave the man the name of his hotel and his room number before hanging up. Getting up from the bed, Harry grabbed a pair of slacks from his bag and a purple button-down shirt before heading to the bathroom to shower. All the while, he couldn't believe how easy things had gone in setting up the meeting.

'But what will he think of the news you have to tell him?' he wondered.

A/N: Alright, I know I've been gone for quite a while. There have been several serious changes in my life in the past few months. I'm just now getting settled again and have a little spare time to start writing again. Well, I hope you enjoyed the first part of Crystal Flowers. Until next we meet; cheers!