Title: Nothing Should Matter that much 2/?

Category: AU, Crossover, angst, romance, humor, lemon (later chapters)

Pairing: Yuki x Shuichi / 1x2

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: smidge of angst, language

Spoilers: none

Notes: I'll have the next chapter out soon. The war is on baby. Pranks, lust, understanding and arguing to come./ denotes thought/
Disclaimer: The characters of Gravitation and Gundam Wing do not belong to me. Period. Don't sue. It's unnecessary.

Chapter 2

~ Week 1. October 12 ~

The morning started with matching swooshes from two doors. Two boys promptly ran into each other, leaving one another both on their backs and out of breath. They scrambled quickly to their feet as if the occurrence hadn't fazed them in the slightest. Looking at one another, they spoke in unison.

"I'm running late!"

"I'll make breakfast, you shower first."

A quick nod and a sprint in either direction and their late day was started.

The table was neatly organized. Almost as if an invisible line divided it down the middle and everything was placed with determined anal manner. Both boys simultaneously came out of their respective rooms, grabbing their respective items and heading for the door.

"I'm requested to stay later at headquarters today. You can lock the door."

Yuki looked at his roommate Heero with blank eyes. Heero was about 5' 10" with bushy brown hair and deep blue eyes. But Heero looked different today. He wasn't wearing his usual uniform or usual blas expression. Heero's eyes held a hint of accomplishment and success. His outfit was darker, almost a black color. He didn't know that the Preventers carried any other garb than what Heero had been wearing in the past. The only ones he knew of to have other attire were of higher rank

"You got a promotion?"

Heero nodded and walked out leaving the door wide open for Yuki to follow. They always walked to the corner of Arktide Street before parting ways. Heero to Preventers headquarters and Yuki to the park near the lake in the open air.

Heero held the elevator as Yuki locked up. They blond haired man looked at his door in disapproval. Ever morning when he left and every evening when he came home he was forced to stare at the corroded wood. A once auburn color now a dark brown. Shaking his head, he followed Heero's suit.

Yuki looked at Heero. "Congratulations on the promotion. I'll be home early and working late at the apartment tonight."

He got an affirmative grunt from Heero. And they walked to the corner and parted ways just like every day before and they predicted the same for many days to come.

"La la la no no hmmm hmmm hmm la la " Shuichi hummed.

He loved days like this. Days where he wasn't forced to go to the studio... days and even nights when he could spend his time near the park and lake, composing new lyrics that he knew he would always feel. The most relaxing and mind easing atmosphere. The trees had a faint breeze enough to send a shiver down your spine every once and a while and the sound of the lake rippling and the giggles of children early in the morning with their families fishing and splashing amongst themselves near the docks was amazing. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Shuichi himself sat along the top of a tall hill, shaded by two trees overlooking the lake. He had a perfect view. The mountains in the distance, the rising sun and dissolving moon, the lovers at the bottom near the water's edge. It was true inspiration to him. He went as far as to claim that spot atop the hill as his own. With a wood sign, he colored it 'SHUICHI'S SPOT' with a rose red sharpie marker that his idol Ryuichi had given to him.

"Hmmm mmm hmm hmmmm mmm " Shuichi hummed louder, a beat finally coming to him there hanging on the tip of his tongue, in the back of his mind.

Just another few sets and he'd have it, the latest single for BAD LUCK. But his concentration was interrupted by a low shout. Shuichi snapped his neck around to see a man in a black suit eat asphalt. He half wanted to burst out laughing, but refrained from that level of immaturity. And as he shifted his gaze he saw a big black lab run away with what he assumed was the nicely clad man's hot dog. He sniffed against the damp air and went to see if he could help out.

As he stepped nearer he could see that the man had a pleasant build and thick blond hair. His face was completely in the gravel so he opted for subtle humor to save the man from his embarrassment.

"Got a thief on your hands do ya?" Shuichi said grabbing the man's shoulder in a gesture to help him off the floor.

A strong hand clasped over Shuichi's own and wretched it from his shoulder, the force making the pink haired boy step back in alarm but it didn't deter his will to help the man.

"I was just trying to help, mister. How 'bout I get you another hot dog?"

He watched the man rise from the ground, dusting his casual black suit off. Shuichi scanned the man, his eyes raking over the tall man's form from his dusty knees to his piercing gold eyes. The eyes that looked as if they wanted to disembowel the poor samaritan Shuichi gulped.

And then the man spoke, his voice deep and baratone. "I don't need your pity. I'm no charity case."

Shuichi's eyebrows furrowed. "I was just being nice. You don't have to say things like that."

The other man scowled. Most people would've scurried away at his cold demeanor.

"So what do ya say? You can come sit with me," the smaller boy said and pointed, "see, SHUICHI'S SPOT."

Shuichi watched those enticing gold eyes roll, annoyed no doubt.

"I'm Shindou Shuichi."

"Yuki Eiri." Yuki said reluctantly.

He couldn't believe he was still talking to this kid. And he was a kid. He looked as if he was nothing more than a teenager. He glanced over to the dark red sign that Shuichi had pointed to /he sure acts like a child./

He looked down at Shuichi with hard eyes as he tugged lightly on his cuff. Shuichi was handing him the hotdog. Yuki looked down at it. Maybe it'd be okay to talk to this kid.

"Here ya go Yuki!" Shuichi said bright eyed.

The blond haired man stared a little longer at the lunch he should've had by now and stared some more. Suddenly he reached into his pocket as he reached for the hot dog, slapped a ten in Shuichi's hand walked away.

Maybe not.

7:47 a.m. ~ October 12.

New day. New job well, same job just with a large and ludicrous promotion. Heero thought as he strutted in to P.H.Q. with a broader way to his shoulders and a sterner stride to his walk. Some people looked at him with admiration, others with envy. The set line in his jaw revealed to others that in either case he was of higher rank more experienced and their new boss.

He hadn't spent very long at all being a rookie Preventer and and even lesser time as an intermediate. Most employees took a year to train and another year or so for first assignments. And even after that, evaluation was so tough that most were thrown back into training. He was proud that he was one of the very few whom had high intensity drive and skill to excel in such a physically and mentally taxing environment. He look down to his colored uniform and the stripe on the side of his pant leg as he opened the door to the break room. He was fixated on getting some coffee into his belly and brain to start out his early morning, but right next to the coffee machine was the one person in the entire world he did not want to see. It was enough to make him turn around and walk back out. There was coffee at the store down the street

"Heero?"

Heero cursed. Turning around he kept his face neutral and got a cup for his morning coffee.

"WOW! Check out your digs!" Duo said, circling around him.

The blue eyed boy scowled.

"Promotion huh how far did they up you?"

"Three ranks."

Duo snorted. Half in amazement and half in rudeness. "Well, congratulations there, hanyou."

Heero frowned even more. He and Duo were paired together in the beginning. For some reason they always did so well with tests and assignments that they were always deployed together. When Heero asked his superiors why, they refused him, saying that it was confidential. Heero was always one to follow orders, but once he got his intermediate ranking, he didn't want to be with Duo anymore. He would've rather done things by himself. And he definitely knew he didn't want to think about the reasons why.

"Hear that hanyou? I'm trying to tell you - you deserve everything that you get."

Heero proceeded to pour his coffee. He hated that name. The night of their very first mission, Duo had tried to get closer to Heero. Form a friendship. A bond. Heero would allow it for a moment and oddly almost instantly at Duo's persuasiveness. Then suddenly he would dismiss Duo completely, causing tension and resentment. It was a problem. Duo made that clear. He used Heero's heritage against him, calling him a hanyou. A half demon. Playing on his hot and cold attitude. Duo yelled and screamed, saying that when he needed to act human the most, he was the biggest asshole straight out of hell. That he could never statisfy someone friendship or more.

That was what hurt the most. It was nothing but true. There was so much history between them and Duo had so much animosity. Almost rightfully so.

"Duo you know I worked my ass off to get where I am."

"Did I ever say anything otherwise?" Duo spat, clenching his jaw and stepping closer.

Suddenly the door opened and a lowly newbie came waltzing in with his lunch. Duo growled at him and the boy felt the unwelcome presence, hauling his ass out with a breath of 'I'll eat on floor 15.'

Duo turned his attention back to the problem at hand and shook his head. Heero saw him turn around and walk toward the door. Good. He noticed Duo's long braid, still hanging low, still neat. And he felt an ache that he hadn't felt in so long. He never had to see Duo because the divisions were so vast and rapid. Was it coincidence today the day he was of higher authority than Duo wait! He was higher than Duo. He was Duo's boss. He didn't have the right to make him feel these feelings and especially and most importantly not at work.

"Duo. Don't ever call me hanyou again. Not here on headquarters. Not ever."

Duo paused, positively shaking with irritation. His fingers were tight around his mug's handle and he swiftly turned walking back and resting his lips on Heero's ear. He felt a hot trail or liquid run down the lower part of his uniform and Duo's heaving breath on his ear.

"I'll be seeing you. Boss." Duo said with irritation, walking away and slamming the door.

"Bad day?" Shuichi asked.

"Fucking bad day." Duo said stripping for a long hot shower.

"Me too."

"What the hell happened?"

Heero stomped to his room. "Bad fucking day."

TBC