Wizards, Gundams, and Host Clubs, Oh My!
By Ammie Hawk
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AN: I know this is a bit late this week, but in my defense, I was at the hospital with my cousin as she gave birth… Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3: You're Joking Right?
The three former Gundam pilots stared at the man now lying on the floor. They hadn't thought he'd pass out from their news, but it was obviously enough to shock him into unconsciousness. Wufei nudged him in the side with his booted foot, hoping that he was just pretending. When that yielded no results, Trowa stepped over the downed man and entered the apartment.
His one visible eye darted around the room, taking everything in in that one glance, years of training were hard to ignore. His gaze landed on a small table right next to the kitchen counter where a rather large stack of unopened mail sat. In the middle of the stack one letter was situated at an odd angle and he was just able to make out a familiar seal at the top. Without a word, he picked it up and headed further into the house.
He continued into the small living area and found three people involved in, what appeared to be a rather unwilling, group hug. He cleared his throat quietly, causing the two teens to look up, followed more slowly by the redhead he knew was actually his uncle. He silently held up the letter and handed it to the redhead.
Ranka took the letter, a confused expression marring his features. Why was this strange, but cute, boy bringing him his mail? He could've just left it on the little table inside the door, with the rest of the mail from the week. He should probably go through that soon. His eyes widened, however, when he sat the Preventer seal on the left front corner. He quickly flipped it over, ripped it open, and pulled the contents out. His eyes, if possible, got even wider the further he read down the sheet. He finally looked up into the one visible green eye.
"Tristan?" brown eyes blinked rapidly. "TRISTAN!"
The transvestite was on his feet and latched onto the unibanged teen within seconds. Trowa stood perfectly still, not sure what to do, or what was going on with his uncle. The other two teens in the room looked at him in confusion.
"Dad," the smaller of the two said, obviously his cousin, pushing to her feet. "Let the guy breathe."
She expertly managed to pull the redhead back. "Sorry about that." She extended her hand politely, she wasn't in the Host Club for nothing after all, "I'm Haruhi. You obviously know my dad, and this is Harry, my… cousin."
"Trowa," he nodded, accepting her hand after a slight hesitation.
"Won't you please come in and have a seat?" she motioned toward the table. "I don't know where Sirius got to, but I'll make us all some tea and we can talk."
"Ryoji!" Sirius' voice floated in from the still open front door.
"Sirius!" the transvestite rushed out of the room and began dragging the other man back into the living room. "Look, Sirius! It's Tristan! They've both come back to me! Jamie's boys are both alive!"
Harry looked at his uncle in disbelief. He couldn't be saying what he thought he was? His gaze shifted over to the unibanged teen, a frown marring his features. He knew it was rude, but he had to ask.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he scowled.
"Harry James Potter!" Ranka's voice scolded. "Don't be rude. You wouldn't remember him, he disappeared about a month before your parents went into hiding, but this is your older brother, Tristan Jonathan Potter."
A throat cleared behind the two adults still standing in the entrance to the living room. They turned, allowing the three teens to see the two uniformed officers standing in the kitchen.
"We're leaving now, Barton," the raven haired one said promptly. "Une will be checking in in a week. Good luck."
"Good bye, Wufei, Heero," Trowa nodded at the two agents.
"Hn," the shaggy haired brunet nodded once before turning on his heel and leaving the apartment.
Everyone watched the two agents leave before they turned to study the other people around them. Harry's face was still drawn into a deep scowl. Haruhi was watching everything with a sort of calm detachment, bordering indifference. Ranka had tears pouring down his cheeks as he looked between the two boys now sitting at his table. Sirius' mouth was still hanging open in disbelief, still not sure he believed his own eyes. It was Harry who finally broke the tense silence.
"Are there any other family members I should know about?" he snapped angrily. "Next are you going to tell me that I have a long lost sister in one of the colonies? Oh, how about a grandparent alive somewhere?"
Trowa blinked at the raven haired teen in confusion. What was he talking about? Did he not believe that he could be his brother? Well, the former Heavyarms pilot did have to admit that it was rather confusing, since Une hadn't mentioned a brother to him.
"I'm through with all these secrets," the Boy-Who-Fucking-Wouldn't-Die pushed to his feet and ran out the front door, slamming it closed behind him.
"That could've gone better," Sirius sighed. "I'll go after him."
"No, I'll go," Haruhi shook her head. "He's currently upset with you. I'll get him to calm down and bring him back."
She slowly got to her feet and followed Harry from the apartment. The three still in the apartment looked at each other for a moment before the two men took seats on either side of Trowa. They continued to study each other in silence before Ranka finally spoke up.
"So, Tristan," he smiled pleasantly, "where have you been all this time? Lily and James were both told you were more than likely dead."
"I'm not sure," the unibanged teen shook his head. "I don't remember much from when I was young."
"That's okay," Sirius patted the teen's hand, reading something familiar in the teen's visible eye, a sense of foreboding about what he did remember and didn't want to share it with anyone who wasn't close. The dog Animagus had felt the same when he had escaped from Azkaban. "Well," he chuckled slightly, "it appears we'll be moving sooner than we thought, doesn't it, Ryoji?"
"Oh, yes," the transvestite beamed. "There's just not enough room for five in this itty bitty apartment."
"Well then, as soon as Harry and Haruhi return we'll head over to my place," the ex-convict smirked, but quickly scratched his neck sheepishly. "Harry's not going to be happy with me. I told him it wasn't ready yet. Heheh, well, we'll deal with that when the time comes."
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Harry ended up several blocks away from the apartment before he realized it, his hands shoved in his pockets and absently kicking at a rock. Why did people insist on keeping things from him? There had been Dumbledore the entire previous year, Remus and Snape, the Dursleys, even Sirius had kept the fact that his father had a living brother a secret. And now, he had a brother! He was sick and tired of it all.
He sighed as he finally took in his surroundings. He was in a rather nice looking park, but as he was new to the area he had no clue as to where exactly he was. He considered banging his head on the nearest hard surface for his stupidity in running out like that, but all that would accomplish would be a sore head. With another sigh, the young wizard made his way over to one of the many benches and plopped gracelessly down, burying his face in his hands.
"Are you okay?" a childish voice asked a few minutes later.
Harry raised his head and locked eyes with an adorable little blond boy, who looked no older than eight and was clutching a picked stuffed bunny in his arms. He smiled kindly as he surreptitiously looked around for the child's parents. The only person he saw however, was a tall, dark haired teen a few feet away, who was casting sidelong glances in their direction every now and then.
"Yeah," he sighed, he couldn't place his burdens on a child after all. "I just needed to get out and clear my head for a bit."
"Would you like to hold Usa-chan?" he held out the bunny. "He's good at helping with problems."
"Thanks," Harry cast a wary glance in the tall teen's direction, he looked kinda scary actually, once he actually paid attention. "But I really should be going."
"Mitsukuni," the dark haired teen came over to the little boy. "We should be going."
"You're right, Takashi," the little blond, now dubbed Mitsukuni, nodded seriously, before turning a bright smile on Harry. "I'm Haninozuka Mitsukuni, and this is my cousin, Morinozuka Takashi, but you can call me Honey."
"Mori," the other said quietly.
"I'm Harry," he smiled. "Well, I really should be getting home. I'm new to the area so it's probably gonna take me awhile to find it."
"We can give you a ride if you'd like," Honey began climbing his cousin. "Isn't that right, Takashi?"
"Ah," he nodded slightly.
"There you are," a slightly agitated voice sounded from the sidewalk a few feet away. "I've been looking all over for you. You shouldn't run off like that."
"HARU-CHAN!" the little blond was off his cousin so fast Harry didn't see how he did it, and running across the short distance to where the cross-dressing girl stood.
"Honey sempai?" she said as she caught the little bundle that was the third year Host Club member. "Mori sempai? What are you guys doing here?"
"We were visiting the park before we went to get some cake," Honey beamed. "Do you know Ry-chan?"
Harry glanced between the pair. Sirius had put a translation charm on him before they'd landed in Tokyo, but he was sure it had to be malfunctioning. He was sure that sempai was one of the honorifics given to an upperclassman. Why would his cousin be calling the little boy by it?
"He's my cousin," she shook her head, moving forward with the little blond in tow. "Are you ready to come back yet?" she looked at the green eyed boy curiously.
"Yeah," he nodded, shaking off the misunderstanding, he didn't want to think about it at the moment. "It was nice to meet you, Honey, Mori. I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Bye bye," Honey waved, once again on his cousin's shoulders. "See you at school, Haru-chan!"
She waved idly over her shoulder as she began leading the raven haired wizard away from the park. Harry glanced back at the two still waving in the park, well the blond was waving anyway, a look of utter confusion on his face. Haruhi chuckled slightly as she caught sight of his incredulity.
"He's 18 and a third year at Ouran Academy, where I attend," she supplied helpfully, "even though he doesn't look it, or act like it. He's also a member of the club I'm part of."
"I see," he nodded, finally understanding the connection.
They continued the rest of the walk in silence. Haruhi was sure her cousin still needed to digest the information that had been thrown at him in the past few hours, hell, she still had to, but she was better at hiding that fact. Harry was trying to figure out if he really wanted to stay in this place any more, not that he had a place to return to in England, but it was the principle of the matter.
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Sally Po stared in stunned disbelief at her computer screen. She had just seen Duo and his father Remus Lupin, out the door, and was now looking over the rest of the results for the former Deathscythe pilot's analysis. What she saw shouldn't be possible, but it was right there on the screen. And as she'd told so many people in the past, DNA didn't lie.
"Mitigating circumstances, my ass," she said under her breath. "More like a messed up science experiment of a lunatic."
Not only did it show that the braided teen had a half brother, but that said brother was related through his father, but it wasn't Remus Lupin. She quickly printed out the results and head up to her office, but not before placing a classified code on the results.
Once she had closed and locked her office door, she went over to the phone and quickly dialed the Head of the Preventers, currently located in Tokyo, Japan. It was picked up on the second ring.
"Une speaking," the clipped voice said as soon as the line connected.
"You're gonna want to have a look at this," Sally said, and faxed the results to her superior.
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Heero Yuy, also known as Preventer Agent Wing, and Wufei Chang, known as Preventer Agent Shenlong, made their way into the Tokyo branch of Preventer Headquarters. The people loitering around the front lobby stopped to stare at the two former terrorists, but none dared approach the elite agents.
"Agent Wing, Agent Shenlong," the receptionist at the front desk called the pair over to her station. "Lady Une would like to see the two of you up in her office, immediately if not sooner."
"Thank you," the Chinese youth nodded, before the pair fell into step and made their way to the elevators.
They didn't get stopped all the way up to the third floor, where their superior's office was located. They made their way to the office door and Wufei proceeded to knock five times. After a moment, a woman's voice called for them to enter. They did so, taking the available chairs in front of the desk as Lady Une finished up the phone conversation she had been engaged in when they entered.
"Well," she sighed, placing the receiver back on the cradle, "I have news, boys."
Two brows rose curiously at that statement. She hardly ever called them boys, much less told them she had news when they weren't on an active case. What could she possibly mean?
"That was Dr. Po," she continued, correctly reading their looks. "You'll be pleased to note that Duo has found his family and been placed in their custody. However, something very strange came to our attention with the results of his blood analysis."
"And that would be?" Wufei asked, knowing Heero wouldn't say anything.
"Apparently," she smirked, picking up a paper on her desk, "his father came and picked him up today, but when Sally went back to finish his file, we found a half brother for him. Now, this is the strange part, the two boys are related through their father, but it wasn't the man that is registered and came in to pick him up this afternoon."
"How is that possible?" Heero scowled, a person having two biological fathers was not scientifically possible, was it? Leave it to the Deathscythe pilot to be even stranger than the rest of them.
"We are currently looking in to that situation," Une sighed. "However, we now have to place his half brother. Heero Yuy, you will be picked up in the next few days, as they are currently moving to Japan."
"Wait," Wufei looked from his stunned partner to superior in disbelief. "You're saying that Yuy is Maxwell's brother?"
"It's all here in black and white," she handed the paper over to her two top agents. "Because of this situation, we are currently running a broader scan on your family, Wufei."
"My family died during the war," his hands clenched into fists. "Or did you forget the L-5 explosion?"
"I have not forgotten," she held his gaze steadily. "However, it is possible that we overlooked something. There is a possibility that one of you family members moved to Earth or another colony before the explosion. That is all, you are both dismissed. Heero, I expect your badge and gun to be handed in in the next twenty four hours."
Ammi: Okay, so there it is. Once again, sorry it's late, but life happens. Anyway, let me know what you think.