This is a Gundam Wing Clamp Campus Detactives Crossover with shonanai. Oh and I don't own the cute boys I just use them temperarily.
Chapter 9
Akira burst through the side door of the administration building at a full run. The young detective had seen a familiar head of wild blue hair rushing just within view of Kaichio's full wall windows. He hadn't seen Tada Ikeda since sending him home earlier in the week. He knew it was rude to simply leave Suoh to Nokoru's humor but Akira had promised himself that he would do this. Tada was his student, his responsibility.
The young counsel member had spent the majority of his elementary years as a thief on this very satellite. So he employed all his short cuts to head off the area Tada was most likely to go. And in what could have only been moments Akira saw Tada just ahead of him in a crowed subway terminal.
Glad I'm small, Akira thought slipping through what was slowing down the object of his pursuit. As he slipped onto the same subway car he faltered on approaching the older boy. He could have just asked the student registry for Tada's address and phone number, arranged a counseling session of sorts. So why the sudden need to chase the blue haired student by foot?
Akira looked over to Tada after the crowd thinned slightly to see him with a bright shiny suitcase that he most decidedly didn't have before. The young detective then decided to follow.
~~ In Quatre's new bedroom ~~
The blond gundum pilot sat on the window seat of his bedroom in the great house and looked out at the simulated sunset. Not as pretty or striking as the natural colors of the planet that inspired it could make, but still lovely.
There was a light knock on the door leading to the sitting room. Slowly in opened to reveal Trowa who quickly shut the door behind him. Quatre looked at him questioningly. Trowa was not a man of many words so the gentler pilot always found their communication . . interesting.
"Carmolita is setting up dinner for you in the sitting room," he said simply and came to sit next to Quatre.
The blond smiled, "Would you help me with my hair then? I would like to look somewhat presentable and every time I try I keep hitting bruises."
Trowa's visible green eye narrowed at the mention of the injuries. He had proven to be quite protective and Quatre loved the extra attention. Sure growing up he had had servants and sisters spoiling him and sheltering him, but with Trowa it was different.
He settled himself for his back to face the room as his silent friend fetched a brush from the vanity. Yes Quatre had brushed his hair earlier and his head wasn't really that sore but what was wrong with a little personal attention.
Careful long fingers undid the tie his hair was in and the Sandrock pilot nearly purred as the brush caressed the strands into parting. "You are gifted," Quatre said his voice softened by the restful state he had been put into, "I bet the lions and the circus purr when you brush them."
The brushing paused and Quatre looked at their vague reflection in the window. It was too dim to discern anything and before the blond could say anything to correct whatever he had said Trowa resumed brushing. His voice was slightly amused when he spoke, "Lions cannot purr," the brunet's voice was deep and flowing with warmth. Quatre wanted to see the expression on the other's face, but he didn't want to disrupt the comfort of the moment. "And you," Trowa continued, "are far too dangerous and gentle to be compared to the king of beasts."
The last words came like a whisper across Quatre's neck making him shiver and blush. He was about to say something, he wasn't sure what it was, but his mouth opened when there was a polite knock at the door. Carmolita's voice then announced the evening meal. Quatre sighed felling a bit put off. He had finally found a bit of peace after the attack and this happens. Trowa just then put the tie on the end of a beautifully elaborate French braid.
"Thank you Trowa," he said holding out his hand like the proper lady he was representing. And Trowa like a good genteel man helped him to his feet, "Would you care to join me?" It was an unnecessary invitation. All the pilots had apparently conspired so that one of them was at least in a connecting room, but he liked asking non the less.
Trowa only inclined his head slightly in acceptance and Quatre smiled.
~~ On the grounds of the campus ~~
Duo skipped along a few steps ahead of Wufei and Heero. The three progressed in silence more or less. Duo was content with his most recent prank. Sure it didn't go exactly as planed but Suoh's face had been priceless and since he refused to tell the more serious pilots their confusion has also been fun. So the braided pilot was okay with the quiet for now. Thus he took a moment to simply look around as they walked. Yea they could have taken the subway or something, but Heero didn't want to worry about killers in a crowd. Well he didn't say it in so many words but Duo was becoming fluent in Heero-ees. For instance, he glanced over his shoulder, the Japanese pilot was glaring particularly hard at two high school boys by a tree that were looking at Duo out of the corner of their eyes. Now Heero's left hand clenched as well as a small muscle on the side of his neck. Heero wanted to strangle them.
Duo blinked looking back to where he was going. Why would Heero be doing that? Unless.. Duo had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. You have to admit the thought of the perfect soldier having personal interest in anything but weapons was pretty funny.
Hold on that would mean that Heero had a personal interest in the self-proclaimed god of death. The irony of a man that tried repeatedly to self-destruct himself caring for death might have been humorous too if Duo could get over the shock.
What the hell? he thought by now very confused. Then Duo shook his head to clear it deciding that it was only for the mission. Heero needed the team to complete the mission right? And so he needed to successfully play the part of a protective boyfriend right?
And just as Duo was trying to figure that out a sudden sense of danger pulled him to reality just in time to see Heero and Wufei diving at him.
~~ Back at the student counsel chambers ~~
Suoh, now crumb free, exited the private restroom of the counsel to find the most suspicious thing he had seen in his life.
Kaichio was sitting dutifully behind his desk doing paperwork.
The ninja approached the desk carefully and as everything else appeared normal he asked his Kaichio, "What are you up to?"
"Me?" Nokoru looked up at him for the first time since the secretary entered the room. A fan white paper fan appeared in the blond's hands reading 'innocent', "What do you mean Suoh? I thought you said I could continue the investigation after I finished the paperwork for today. Good job getting the blueprints so quickly. The overseeing comity wants them before five today."
This just proved to weird out Suoh. Something was defiantly up. "Excuse me," he said coming up behind Nokoru and with only a minimal pause ran a hand through the Kaichio's blond locks.
Nokoru blushed at the strange turn of events and didn't move a muscle. When Suoh withdrew his hand the blond asked, "Was there something in my hair?" Deliberately being obtuse.
The blue haired ninja blushed shaking his head, "It was just that the last time I turned my back to find you doing work, it was a wind up robot."
Nokoru couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry Suoh I promise to tell you before I do that again okay?"
Suoh sighed, "Thank you."
With a triumphant smile Nokoru put the last paper in the out box, "Now Suoh about our case."
~~ TBC ~~~
Chapter 9
Akira burst through the side door of the administration building at a full run. The young detective had seen a familiar head of wild blue hair rushing just within view of Kaichio's full wall windows. He hadn't seen Tada Ikeda since sending him home earlier in the week. He knew it was rude to simply leave Suoh to Nokoru's humor but Akira had promised himself that he would do this. Tada was his student, his responsibility.
The young counsel member had spent the majority of his elementary years as a thief on this very satellite. So he employed all his short cuts to head off the area Tada was most likely to go. And in what could have only been moments Akira saw Tada just ahead of him in a crowed subway terminal.
Glad I'm small, Akira thought slipping through what was slowing down the object of his pursuit. As he slipped onto the same subway car he faltered on approaching the older boy. He could have just asked the student registry for Tada's address and phone number, arranged a counseling session of sorts. So why the sudden need to chase the blue haired student by foot?
Akira looked over to Tada after the crowd thinned slightly to see him with a bright shiny suitcase that he most decidedly didn't have before. The young detective then decided to follow.
~~ In Quatre's new bedroom ~~
The blond gundum pilot sat on the window seat of his bedroom in the great house and looked out at the simulated sunset. Not as pretty or striking as the natural colors of the planet that inspired it could make, but still lovely.
There was a light knock on the door leading to the sitting room. Slowly in opened to reveal Trowa who quickly shut the door behind him. Quatre looked at him questioningly. Trowa was not a man of many words so the gentler pilot always found their communication . . interesting.
"Carmolita is setting up dinner for you in the sitting room," he said simply and came to sit next to Quatre.
The blond smiled, "Would you help me with my hair then? I would like to look somewhat presentable and every time I try I keep hitting bruises."
Trowa's visible green eye narrowed at the mention of the injuries. He had proven to be quite protective and Quatre loved the extra attention. Sure growing up he had had servants and sisters spoiling him and sheltering him, but with Trowa it was different.
He settled himself for his back to face the room as his silent friend fetched a brush from the vanity. Yes Quatre had brushed his hair earlier and his head wasn't really that sore but what was wrong with a little personal attention.
Careful long fingers undid the tie his hair was in and the Sandrock pilot nearly purred as the brush caressed the strands into parting. "You are gifted," Quatre said his voice softened by the restful state he had been put into, "I bet the lions and the circus purr when you brush them."
The brushing paused and Quatre looked at their vague reflection in the window. It was too dim to discern anything and before the blond could say anything to correct whatever he had said Trowa resumed brushing. His voice was slightly amused when he spoke, "Lions cannot purr," the brunet's voice was deep and flowing with warmth. Quatre wanted to see the expression on the other's face, but he didn't want to disrupt the comfort of the moment. "And you," Trowa continued, "are far too dangerous and gentle to be compared to the king of beasts."
The last words came like a whisper across Quatre's neck making him shiver and blush. He was about to say something, he wasn't sure what it was, but his mouth opened when there was a polite knock at the door. Carmolita's voice then announced the evening meal. Quatre sighed felling a bit put off. He had finally found a bit of peace after the attack and this happens. Trowa just then put the tie on the end of a beautifully elaborate French braid.
"Thank you Trowa," he said holding out his hand like the proper lady he was representing. And Trowa like a good genteel man helped him to his feet, "Would you care to join me?" It was an unnecessary invitation. All the pilots had apparently conspired so that one of them was at least in a connecting room, but he liked asking non the less.
Trowa only inclined his head slightly in acceptance and Quatre smiled.
~~ On the grounds of the campus ~~
Duo skipped along a few steps ahead of Wufei and Heero. The three progressed in silence more or less. Duo was content with his most recent prank. Sure it didn't go exactly as planed but Suoh's face had been priceless and since he refused to tell the more serious pilots their confusion has also been fun. So the braided pilot was okay with the quiet for now. Thus he took a moment to simply look around as they walked. Yea they could have taken the subway or something, but Heero didn't want to worry about killers in a crowd. Well he didn't say it in so many words but Duo was becoming fluent in Heero-ees. For instance, he glanced over his shoulder, the Japanese pilot was glaring particularly hard at two high school boys by a tree that were looking at Duo out of the corner of their eyes. Now Heero's left hand clenched as well as a small muscle on the side of his neck. Heero wanted to strangle them.
Duo blinked looking back to where he was going. Why would Heero be doing that? Unless.. Duo had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. You have to admit the thought of the perfect soldier having personal interest in anything but weapons was pretty funny.
Hold on that would mean that Heero had a personal interest in the self-proclaimed god of death. The irony of a man that tried repeatedly to self-destruct himself caring for death might have been humorous too if Duo could get over the shock.
What the hell? he thought by now very confused. Then Duo shook his head to clear it deciding that it was only for the mission. Heero needed the team to complete the mission right? And so he needed to successfully play the part of a protective boyfriend right?
And just as Duo was trying to figure that out a sudden sense of danger pulled him to reality just in time to see Heero and Wufei diving at him.
~~ Back at the student counsel chambers ~~
Suoh, now crumb free, exited the private restroom of the counsel to find the most suspicious thing he had seen in his life.
Kaichio was sitting dutifully behind his desk doing paperwork.
The ninja approached the desk carefully and as everything else appeared normal he asked his Kaichio, "What are you up to?"
"Me?" Nokoru looked up at him for the first time since the secretary entered the room. A fan white paper fan appeared in the blond's hands reading 'innocent', "What do you mean Suoh? I thought you said I could continue the investigation after I finished the paperwork for today. Good job getting the blueprints so quickly. The overseeing comity wants them before five today."
This just proved to weird out Suoh. Something was defiantly up. "Excuse me," he said coming up behind Nokoru and with only a minimal pause ran a hand through the Kaichio's blond locks.
Nokoru blushed at the strange turn of events and didn't move a muscle. When Suoh withdrew his hand the blond asked, "Was there something in my hair?" Deliberately being obtuse.
The blue haired ninja blushed shaking his head, "It was just that the last time I turned my back to find you doing work, it was a wind up robot."
Nokoru couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry Suoh I promise to tell you before I do that again okay?"
Suoh sighed, "Thank you."
With a triumphant smile Nokoru put the last paper in the out box, "Now Suoh about our case."
~~ TBC ~~~