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 11
Akira had returned to the pleasant surprise of planning for a picnic the next day. He had all sorts of recipes to try, asking Kaichio what he thought they would like narrowed it only a little.
He hummed as he turned the heat down on some boiling eggs and his mothers came in yawning and leaning on each other. "Good morning Mothers," he greeted. Their waist length black hair was still disheveled from sleep and their panda pajamas were rumpled.
One lifted her head brown eyes lighting up, "So much tasty food from our little Akira."
The other lifted her head exited but her face fell as she looked around, "We can't eat all this."
Akira just laughed merrily they were always like this, "I'm making a picnic for some friends and I was hoping you could try a little of each dish to make sure that they were good."
The two sisters brightened and cheered, "we get to help our little boy and have his cooking. Yeah!"
The pair happily skipped around the room carefully sampling so to not disrupt their boy's hard work. As the young detective had hoped they cooed over every dish, but comment made him pause, "Oh Akira you should teach your students this one, so every one can taste it."
Students. Akira had been avoiding thinking about that all morning really because he had no idea how to help Tada. It sounded like he was involved with some gang, and it involved a women. The woman could not be in danger or Kaichio would know, but that didn't mean the men were safe. With a sigh he took the custard off the heat and started to pour it into small pie tins. The silver eyed boy needed help and at lest he knew where to find it.
At Quatre's sitting room over breakfast
Duo swallowed his mouthful when Wufei inch away as he had been trying to talk with him. "As I was saying, this Imonoyama guy has got to be more than just observant man," the braided pilot took a sip of juice and tuned to Heero, "I'm seriously thinking of having that guy help me chouse my cloths from now on right Kim?"
Quatre blushed, "The suits are nice, but it would be a little odd don't you think?"
"Nah," the Deathsyth pilot waved the question off, "I'm sure every girl in the satellite has invited him to go shopping." Duo loved this mission. Sure it had rocky parts in it, but what mission didn't. He looked over at Heero again as the soldier spread cream cheese on a bagel feeling a thrill run up his spine with the play of muscle performing even a mundane task.
Trowa set his coffee cup down, "That is not the point Amber. The two of you should not be swimming, for obvious reasons."
"Trowa," Duo grinned wickedly oh he knew the reason alright and through some coincidence or something Nokoru had given him a way past it, "I dare you to say that this afternoon." The braided pilot had not allowed the other three pilots to see the swimsuits the instant he saw them. Anything else you might say about Duo he loved surprises especially giving them to other people.
The emerald-eyed pilot stared back at him confused for a moment when Wufei spoke up, "This is absurd. Enough of your games Story we have to find a way to call this off. Right Heero?"
The silent pilot was quiet and unmoved as all eye turned to him. The cobalt eyes didn't seam quite focused and when they closed he finally spoke, "We can't afford to stand out, not yet and anyone else in all CLAMP would kill for this chance. To turn it down would defiantly stand out."
"Heero!" the Deathsyth pilot leapt neatly into the proclaimed one's lap hugging the heavier frame for all he was worth, "You're the best. You'll see, it will be the best picnic ever."
Surprisingly the meal finished quietly.
In Nokoru's rooms
Suoh sat somewhat impatiently in the sitting room of his Kaichio when a knock came to the door. The ninja could still hear the rustle of clothes from the bedroom, so he answered the door. There stood one of his men in a two-piece suit with a manila folder.
"Takamura-sama my apologies for this taking so long," he held the envelope out, "The information you requested."
The heir nearly panicked. If Nokoru knew that he was gathering information on the pilot's behind the blond's back..
His thoughts were cut off by familiar voice, "Suoh I can't decide should it be burgundy or royal violet?" the golden-eyed youth turned to see Nokoru in kaki shorts and a tank-top draped over each arm. The blue-eyed youth looked questioningly at his guardian. "Who's this Suoh?" he asked innocently.
"Just a messenger," he said quickly. Turning to the man he said, "Leave it on my desk. I don't have time for it know."
As the man bowed Nokoru interrupted, "But what if it's important?"
Suoh resolutely closed the door, "Don't worry it was mealy research material for a project."
Nokoru smiled, "Suoh you really need to learn to relax. Now what about the shirt?"
Suoh smiled relieved that his charge didn't press the issue, "If you're planning on wearing that red Hawaiian shirt on your bed post, use the burgundy."
"Thanks," Kaichio gave the ninja a quick hug and disappeared into his room.
Suoh blinked. That hadn't happened before. Another knock drew his to the door again to find Akira next to a basket almost as big as himself.
"Akira, what are you doing here?" Suoh said still a little in the dark about his Kaichio's full plan.
"Well half the fun of a picnic is setting up so I thought all of us could go together," Akira explained.
"Perfect timing Akira," Nokoru said skipping out of his room, "Now we can get Suoh dressed and be on our way."
"What?" Suoh's training abandoned him as he was jumped and pulled into Nokoru's bedroom.
TBC
Chapter 11
Akira had returned to the pleasant surprise of planning for a picnic the next day. He had all sorts of recipes to try, asking Kaichio what he thought they would like narrowed it only a little.
He hummed as he turned the heat down on some boiling eggs and his mothers came in yawning and leaning on each other. "Good morning Mothers," he greeted. Their waist length black hair was still disheveled from sleep and their panda pajamas were rumpled.
One lifted her head brown eyes lighting up, "So much tasty food from our little Akira."
The other lifted her head exited but her face fell as she looked around, "We can't eat all this."
Akira just laughed merrily they were always like this, "I'm making a picnic for some friends and I was hoping you could try a little of each dish to make sure that they were good."
The two sisters brightened and cheered, "we get to help our little boy and have his cooking. Yeah!"
The pair happily skipped around the room carefully sampling so to not disrupt their boy's hard work. As the young detective had hoped they cooed over every dish, but comment made him pause, "Oh Akira you should teach your students this one, so every one can taste it."
Students. Akira had been avoiding thinking about that all morning really because he had no idea how to help Tada. It sounded like he was involved with some gang, and it involved a women. The woman could not be in danger or Kaichio would know, but that didn't mean the men were safe. With a sigh he took the custard off the heat and started to pour it into small pie tins. The silver eyed boy needed help and at lest he knew where to find it.
At Quatre's sitting room over breakfast
Duo swallowed his mouthful when Wufei inch away as he had been trying to talk with him. "As I was saying, this Imonoyama guy has got to be more than just observant man," the braided pilot took a sip of juice and tuned to Heero, "I'm seriously thinking of having that guy help me chouse my cloths from now on right Kim?"
Quatre blushed, "The suits are nice, but it would be a little odd don't you think?"
"Nah," the Deathsyth pilot waved the question off, "I'm sure every girl in the satellite has invited him to go shopping." Duo loved this mission. Sure it had rocky parts in it, but what mission didn't. He looked over at Heero again as the soldier spread cream cheese on a bagel feeling a thrill run up his spine with the play of muscle performing even a mundane task.
Trowa set his coffee cup down, "That is not the point Amber. The two of you should not be swimming, for obvious reasons."
"Trowa," Duo grinned wickedly oh he knew the reason alright and through some coincidence or something Nokoru had given him a way past it, "I dare you to say that this afternoon." The braided pilot had not allowed the other three pilots to see the swimsuits the instant he saw them. Anything else you might say about Duo he loved surprises especially giving them to other people.
The emerald-eyed pilot stared back at him confused for a moment when Wufei spoke up, "This is absurd. Enough of your games Story we have to find a way to call this off. Right Heero?"
The silent pilot was quiet and unmoved as all eye turned to him. The cobalt eyes didn't seam quite focused and when they closed he finally spoke, "We can't afford to stand out, not yet and anyone else in all CLAMP would kill for this chance. To turn it down would defiantly stand out."
"Heero!" the Deathsyth pilot leapt neatly into the proclaimed one's lap hugging the heavier frame for all he was worth, "You're the best. You'll see, it will be the best picnic ever."
Surprisingly the meal finished quietly.
In Nokoru's rooms
Suoh sat somewhat impatiently in the sitting room of his Kaichio when a knock came to the door. The ninja could still hear the rustle of clothes from the bedroom, so he answered the door. There stood one of his men in a two-piece suit with a manila folder.
"Takamura-sama my apologies for this taking so long," he held the envelope out, "The information you requested."
The heir nearly panicked. If Nokoru knew that he was gathering information on the pilot's behind the blond's back..
His thoughts were cut off by familiar voice, "Suoh I can't decide should it be burgundy or royal violet?" the golden-eyed youth turned to see Nokoru in kaki shorts and a tank-top draped over each arm. The blue-eyed youth looked questioningly at his guardian. "Who's this Suoh?" he asked innocently.
"Just a messenger," he said quickly. Turning to the man he said, "Leave it on my desk. I don't have time for it know."
As the man bowed Nokoru interrupted, "But what if it's important?"
Suoh resolutely closed the door, "Don't worry it was mealy research material for a project."
Nokoru smiled, "Suoh you really need to learn to relax. Now what about the shirt?"
Suoh smiled relieved that his charge didn't press the issue, "If you're planning on wearing that red Hawaiian shirt on your bed post, use the burgundy."
"Thanks," Kaichio gave the ninja a quick hug and disappeared into his room.
Suoh blinked. That hadn't happened before. Another knock drew his to the door again to find Akira next to a basket almost as big as himself.
"Akira, what are you doing here?" Suoh said still a little in the dark about his Kaichio's full plan.
"Well half the fun of a picnic is setting up so I thought all of us could go together," Akira explained.
"Perfect timing Akira," Nokoru said skipping out of his room, "Now we can get Suoh dressed and be on our way."
"What?" Suoh's training abandoned him as he was jumped and pulled into Nokoru's bedroom.
TBC