Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, possible violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or Weiss Kreuz. I take no credit for anything except my own characters and the plotline. I make no money off of this. And if you try to sue me all you will get is my manga collection.

…Nope, you won't even get that, because I will take my manga with me when I change my name and run away to Canada.

Weiss Geräusche

'Prodigy,

You should come to the concert we're going to be having. I'd like to finally meet you in person, and maybe introduce you to my band mates. That would be so cool. If you're interested, let me know and I'll get you some tickets.

Saki'

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

The words tumbled from his lips in a helpless mantra. Frantically he crawled underneath the desk and ripped all of the plugs from the electrical socket down there.

Tohma was going to so pissed when he found out about this. How was he going to explain that not only was he in Tohma's office without permission, but he had found someone hacking Tohma's stuff and wasn't even able to stop it or trace it?

"This is so not happening," the green haired youth moaned in distress.

"What's not happening?"

Suguru froze at the sound of his cousin's mild voice. 'Someone kill me now,' he silently prayed.

Unfortunately the ground didn't open and swallow him whole, the skies didn't flood with torrents of rain and strike him with lightening, super stealth ninjas didn't bust out of nowhere with grenade launchers aimed at his head.

…And he was still crouching underneath Tohma's desk with no way of escaping gracefully. He turned his head until he could see expensive black loafers and the bottom half of a set black clad legs.

"Um, nothing?" he tried weakly.

"Nothing is causing you to be under my desk, swearing?"

Suddenly a blonde head filled the space where only the legs had been visible before. A slight widening of his eyes was the only outward change of emotion at the scene that met his gaze. Suguru flinched when he saw his cousin's face and blood rushed to his face.

"It's not what it looks like," the teen protested weakly. Then his gaze followed his blond cousin's to the electrical cords that he still held in his hand. "Okay, it's kind of what it looks like, but it's really NOT what you're thinking. I can explain!"

"Yes," Tohma Seguchi said faintly, "why don't you explain."

Fifteen minutes later found Suguru sitting on the other side of the desk , face flushed, staring at the ground in shame.

"Let me get this straight, Suguru. You snuck into the building during business hours. Then you waited until everyone was gone and snuck into my office so you could sleep on my couch. You found my computer was still on and someone was stealing my data so you tried to get on and stop them. When that didn't work you pulled the plugs. That's when I came back to finish shutting down for the night and found you under my desk. Is that correct?"

Sharp green eyes stared over gloved fingers that were steepled on the desk in front of him.

"That pretty much sums it up," Suguru mumbled miserably.

"I'm not sure what I should be more concerned about. The fact that you were hiding in my building, the fact that you seem to have done so before, or the fact that some stranger has who knows how much information about my business."

"Personnel files."

"What was that?" Tohma raised an eyebrow in question.

"It, uh… it looked like whoever was hacking was focusing on the personnel files." Suguru raised his head briefly to say his piece before seeming to fold back in on himself where he sat.

"Someone was trying to get information on my employees?" Tohma asked in what coming from anyone else, Suguru would consider a mystified voice. Suguru's brows furrowed at the tone. However this was Tohma so of course he wasn't mystified. Inconvenienced. Mildly put out. Slightly upset. Any of those adjectives could apply. Mystified would not. Ever.

Perhaps he would be able to get out of being punished if he could make up for the trouble he had unwittingly caused the blond.

"From what I saw, yes."

A platinum brow arched delicately. "Well it would seem that your being here was fortuitous thing. Care to clarify exactly why you here to begin with?" So casual. So reasonable.

Honey brown eyes snapped to ocean green ones. Tohma really was incredible. If he didn't have fond memories of learning to play with him, Suguru would probably be insanely intimidated right now. As it was he was only very intimidated instead of insanely intimidated. He stared at his cousin thinking again of the events earlier that day that had lead to his sitting here right now.

Suguru had come home from his lessons just like every other day. Slipping inside of the cold mausoleum where he lived, he toed his shoes off and slipped on the house shoes by the door. He wandered through the winding hallways until he made it to the kitchen, where he was planning on sweet talking their housekeeper and cook into fixing him a quick snack before he started practicing on his piano.

Beatrice Wallace had come to the family before Suguru was born and had been like a mother to Suguru. Despite living in Japan and adapting well to the differences, the forty some odd year old had never lost her English accent in all the time that Suguru had known her. She took care of the house and knew of everything that happened within these walls, but the kitchen was her true domain. The small woman was a force to be reckoned with if you valued your meals.

When he reached the kitchen the teen was greeted with a familiar scene of domestic joy. Suguru watched from the safety of the doorway as the foreign woman bustled around the kitchen, tossing things into bowls and mercilessly hacking at vegetables while muttering to herself. Her slightly graying black-brown hair was falling out of its braid, wiry strands flying about her face as she worked. Deep set eyes were hidden behind thin wire rimmed glasses that were only worn when she actually needed to read the ingredients for a recipe. She was threatening the cat with her spoon while it tried to run off with the fish she had sitting on the counter.

The teen hid his grin.

"Good afternoon, Bea-san," he said politely, straightening from his momentary slouch against the door frame.

"Ah good afternoon yourself Mr. Suguru!" she called cheerfully, a grin lighting up her face. "Gimme a second here to pop this into the oven and we'll have a bit of tea."

Suguru smiled and made himself at home at the table.

"And how was your day young master?" The words were polite.

"Well enough, servant," he said back to her with the same tongue-in-cheek tone she had used. They both broke down into a fit giggles. It was a long standing joke between the two of them, one that somehow never got old. She turned around and strolled over to join him at the table.

Suguru, could feel the tension that always came from walking into his family's home easing from his shoulders. That's why he spent most of his time at home in the kitchen anymore, because aside from his bedroom it was the only place that gave off a homey atmosphere. And part of that atmosphere came from the rather irreverent humor of the woman who was sliding into the chair across from him with a teapot already in hand.

He took the tea from her and poured it for them both, adding spoon of honey and dash of milk that she had accustomed him to over the years. She watched him efficiently organize their daily tradition with a hint of pride in her slate gray eyes.

"Seriously Bea, it was okay. I had my piano lessons after I finished with my tutors this morning. So other than a couple of assignments I'm free for the rest of the day." He passed her a cup before wrapping his slender fingers around his own.

"Good. Then after you eat a bit, you can go out and do normal teenage boy type things."

"I beg your pardon?" he raised an amused eyebrow. The older woman clucked her tongue and sent him a look of mild reproof.

"Your life revolves around music, you even have home schooling and tutors to teach you so you can have a flexible schedule to practice. That's a good thing, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I mean it Suguru. You need to get out more, make some friends. Maybe meet a pretty girl. Something. You're sixteen, for crying out loud."

"Bea, I was going to practice my scales today and work on an arrangement for my band's new song. I don't have time for 'normal teenage boy things' and wouldn't know how to go about doing them if I wanted to." Suguru took a sip of his tea.

"Your band," Bea had half expected that it was just a temporary whim, seeing as the younger boy never had seemed to care much for other people. She was pleasantly surprised to find that she was wrong. "That's right. You told me you were making music with a couple of other boys. How's that going for you?

"Well enough. We play well together, and the music is good."

The tiny cook raised an eyebrow. "I'm hearing a 'but' coming."

"But something is bothering our singer. He hasn't been quite all there the past couple of times that we've gotten together. And he cancelled our regular practice today. He said he had something to take care of."

"Well I'm sure that whatever it is will work itself out," Bea soothed. "In the meantime, let me finish making lunch so you can get back to your tinkering on that instrument of yours."

"Tinkering?" Suguru murmured ironically to himself. That wasn't the choice of words he would have picked for his one true passion in life.

"Oh, that reminds me," Beatrice spoke over her shoulder as she began to cut up some fruit into a bowl. "Mr. Fujisaki is back. He was wanting to speak with you about something earlier. I told him I'd tell you if I saw you."

"Seijiro's back? Well, that sucks," Suguru mumbled into his cup. He felt the tension tightening his shoulders at the thought of that man. To say that he didn't get along with his father was an understatement.

"You shouldn't call him that. You know he hates it when you do," she warned him, wringing her hands slightly.

"What do you want me to call him then?" the green haired teen asked in exasperation.

Beatrice pinned him with a pointed look. "Why don't you try 'father'?"

"But Bea," Suguru pinned her with his own wide eyed stare of innocent confusion, "He's not my father. And if he'd been around at all, he'd realize I've been calling him by his first name since I was ten." The last was said in a sullen, bitter voice.

"Sweetie, I am sorry you don't care for him. I'm sorry he's never home, and when he is, he's not exactly an affectionate person." Suguru snorted at the huge understatement. His father's cold nature could make a blizzard seem balmy. "But couldn't you at least try to get along with him? If you can't do that then stay away from him. Please, don't do anything that you know will provoke him. Please. For my sake. And for your mother's? You know she wouldn't want you to anger him if she were here."

"Mother would try to keep him happy if she were here. That's just one of the many reasons he doesn't deserve her."

Needless to say, while he couldn't stand his father he quite adored his mother. She was currently out of the country on a job and wouldn't be back home for quite some time. It was a slightly low blow on Beatrice's part to bring her up, but an effective one. Suguru would go see what his father wanted and he would be polite about it if it killed him. Of course if they got into another argument he wasn't about to back down, but he wouldn't be the one to start the fight if they had one today.

"Alright, I'll try to behave," he muttered. There was a cold feeling to the air as he noiselessly helped her set the table and place the food she had prepared out. They ate in silence after that.

Eventually the warmth began to return, and Suguru slowly began to relax. They began to speak again, trivial matters. This time the conversation was easy and comfortable. They were both very careful to avoid bringing up the subject of his father.

After settling his dishes into the sink and saying goodbye to Bea he made his way toward Seijiro's office. When he reached the heavy oak paneled doors he paused to stare at the intricate wood inlays. Taking a deep breath he knocked, and waited for his father's deep voice to invite him inside.

Suguru turned the knob and stepped inside, stepping closer until he reached the chair facing the desk. Rather than sitting down he stayed standing, one pale hand resting lightly on the back of the smooth leather. The young musician studied his father impartially from where he silently stood.

The pale gray suit was perfectly tailored to show off a slim athletic build to best advantage. Raven black hair was slicked back, displaying an angular face with a friendly expression. Slender lips were curved in an inviting smile. Seijiro was a pleasant looking man, attractive without having the same almost ethereal beauty that Tohma managed to exude. The only thing that ruined the image of an approachable businessman and interested father were the eyes.

Ebony chips of cold, cold calculation. They were the eyes of a man who was evaluating a person's worth and debating whether or not they were expendable. In all of his nearly seventeen years Suguru had never seen anything remotely resembling sincere warmth and affection in the older man's gaze. Not towards him, and not toward his mother.

"Ah Suguru, I was looking for you. Something has recently come to my attention that I felt we should discuss," Seijiro's smooth cultured voice spilled over the young man who stood warily on the other side of the desk.

Hands clasped over dark polished wood.

"I understand that you have joined a rock band." The older man said the words 'rock band' with all the distaste that he would have used to say 'infectious disease'. "Is this the truth?"

"It is," the teen acknowledged shortly.

"I see." Dark brows furrowed delicately and a troubled frown tugged at his lips. "I was afraid of that. Suguru, I know that you are young and that you are reluctant to simply follow in the path that either your mother or I would choose for you. It is hard, I know, to sometimes accept what fate has in store for you."

Suguru waited patiently, without responding. He was fairly certain he knew where his father was heading with all this but he had promised to try and not argue with his sperm donor, erm, father.

"Now I hired a detective to investigate these boys as soon as I discovered your association with them. And they are completely unsuitable and unacceptable companions for the Fujisaki heir. No son of mine is going to associate with such… common people. And he certainly isn't going to prance around on stage in ridiculous getups."

The man's face took on an almost regretful look, as if he were sorry for what he was about to say. In a distant, cynical part of his mind Suguru marveled at his father's ability to behave concerned. He would have almost believed it, if it weren't for the eyes that were watching him. "It probably doesn't help that your cousin has succeeded in building a career out of his foundation in music. However, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to attempt to follow in his footsteps. It would be a folly to allow you to continue down this path. Now, I forbid you from associating with those boys any longer. And you are to forget all this nonsense about being a musician once and for all."

All impression of sympathy that the other man gave off was suddenly wiped away, as his voice became very matter of fact. "To be perfectly honest, you simply aren't good enough."

Suguru stopped breathing.

Seijiro waited patiently. For what? His acknowledgement? His agreement? When Suguru didn't say anything, but continued to stare at him, the man seemed to consider this acceptance of the new rule. The older man pulled his computer toward him and turned to began to continue working on whatever it was Suguru had interrupted.

He sucked in a harsh breath of air and pinned the other man with an acid gaze. His father seemed to realize that he was still standing there and glanced up from his glowing screen in question. If Suguru had a knife at that instant he would have used it on the older man and been happy to do so.

"And I forbid you to attempt to try and behave like you have any right to try and tell me what to do. You've never cared about me or my behavior before so don't act like you care now. And don't act like you know anything about me or my friends just because you set out your watchdogs on us!" Suguru spoke with slow angry precision.

The anger in him grew frozen and dangerous, contained behind an emotionless wall of ice as he continued to speak.

"How dare you try to be my father years after the fact when it's convenient for you to do." His voice was level and cold when he finished, " To be perfectly honest, you simply aren't good enough."

With that, Suguru quietly turned and walked out of his father's office without waiting for a response. He grabbed the school bag that he had left beside the door and walked out of the house. He made his way down the street. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he didn't particularly care if he got lost.

Bitter tears stung chocolate colored eyes, and he blinked furiously to keep them from escaping. Pale hands clenched into fists at his sides as he stormed down the sidewalk. Suguru began to shake as rage slowly filled his chest. 'How dare he!' Suguru seethed internally. He slumped against a bus stop sign, suddenly exhausted.

Now what was he going to do? He couldn't go back to his house, he wasn't even sure he wanted to. Shuichi was going to be busy with something, all day. And Hiro was going to be on a date, or getting ready for his date with that Ayaka girl that he and Shuichi had saved the other night. Whichever it was, Suguru wasn't sure, but he knew Hiro would be occupied with that. Straightening up he realized that there was one other place he could always go and no one would ever question his presence. All he had to do was wait for the bus to get there. A glance at his watch showed him that the next bus was scheduled in about ten minutes.

Eventually the bus stopped close enough to N-G that he was able to get off and walk over. The trip had been more than long enough for him to regain his equilibrium enough to put his polite mask back in place. The same mask that he had learned from his older cousin.

He walked casually inside the building with complete confidence. He had figured out a long time ago that if people thought you had a right to be there then you did. He walked through the twisting corridors until he found the empty studio he usually hid in when he was here. He slipped inside and made sure the 'in use' sign was lit up. No one would dare bother him now. Once he felt secure he propped himself against a wall with the table that he had set up and took out his books to work on his homework.

Then he proceeded to ignore the pile of books, instead going directly to the keyboard in the corner. He'd have plenty of time to finish his homework this evening. Right now he needed to escape from reality. There was no greater escape than the music for him. Besides, it would be hours yet before the building was closed.

Finally it was closing time. He had finished all of his homework and had played enough to calm himself down. He had even managed to rework the arrangement for the Rage Beat, the song that Shuichi wanted to perform at the concert. All in all he felt much better. Suguru turned off the lights of the room he was using. Then he crept into the hallway to start making his way up to Tohma's office. He figured he could crash on the couch. He had done so before whenever he'd gotten into arguments with his father and it was actually pretty cozy.

As soon as the teen reached the office he realized that something was slightly off. The glowing screen of the computer was still on. A quick glance around showed that no one was in the room to tell him no so he snuck closer to take a peek at the screen. He slipped into the computer chair and curiously glanced at the information on display. He felt disappointed to realize it was just a list of appointments for the next day. None of them were even really interesting even.

He allowed his gaze to wander around the posh office, wondering what it would feel like to own something similar one day. He was lost in his daydream that he was sitting in his own chair in his own office, in his own building when a flashing brought him back to reality.

That was when things started to go wrong.

"What's this?" brown eyes snapped to the computer screen. The young boy sitting in the large office chair grabbed the edge of his cousin's desk and pulled himself over to see what was going on. Screens of information were flickering on the page, opening and closing and copying. It took his brain a moment to catch up with what he was seeing. When it finally processed what was happening his jaw dropped.

All the data on the computer screen was being stolen by someone.

Frantically his fingers sought the keyboard and he tried to find a way to block the hacker, but nothing he tried would make the information stop flowing.

He stared in awe.

"Unreal."

Someone had managed to bypass the firewalls and install a driver. Whoever it was had complete control of the computer. And there wasn't anything he could do to block it from happening. The thought snapped him back to reality and reminded him of how bad the situation was.

Snatching at the mouse he locked the cursor on the messenger program and logged in. Scrolling through his name list he looked for his online friend. Luckily the other was on and he clicked on the screen name pr0digE.

Words began to appear on the screen the instant the messenger screen came on, 'Saki?'

'Prod,' Suguru typed back. 'Issues. Someone's stealing info from my cousin's computer. I can't stop file transfer. Help!'

There was a few minutes of tense silence from the other end. Or maybe Suguru was tense, and he was imagining things. Files continued to flash in the background. Suguru fought the insane urge to bite his fingernails.

Finally his online friend started typing again. 'Can't stop it. You'll have to pull the plug and hope it doesn't fry.'

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

…Which brought him back to the present situation and his cousin's indirect command to justify his presence. He turned his head to the side to stare at the carpet as he considered what he could safely tell his cousin.

They had been very close when he was younger, but then Tohma had left to pursue his career. And had gotten married to Mika. Suguru couldn't stop the frown that always accompanied that thought. He had never really liked the woman, and was unsure why. Now he still had contact with the older man but his business kept him too occupied to allow him to visit with his cousin that often.

Still, maybe he would be willing to help? He turned that thought over in his head as he tried to find the words to explain what was going on without actually giving away any details that would be too upsetting to share with his secret idol.

His eyes flicked up to the blond. If he had realized the heartbreaking blend of cynicism and hope that showed in the depths of his gaze he would have kept his eyes firmly on the ground. Or the worst thing of all, his fear. As it was he didn't realize how vulnerable he looked sitting there, how easily Tohma could tell what was going through his mind. Luckily he didn't see how upset his reaction was making the older synth player, or he would have felt even worse than he did, and would have pulled his mask firmly back into place.

Finally he came to a decision. He would tell his cousin. With that resolved the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could change his mind.

"I got into an argument with Seijiro tonight. He said something that really upset me and I, just had to get away," he said in a rush, "And I didn't really have anywhere else to go so I came here. It was just for a little bit until he's gone again. It shouldn't take too long, he'll be away on business by the day after tomorrow, I'm sure." A pleading note entered his voice on the last, his expressive eyes silently begging Tohma not to send him back home.

"I… see." Tohma clasped his fingers together and regarded his young cousin with a veiled expression. "If you aren't going to go home tonight you should probably come home with me. At least that way you'll get to sleep in an actual bed."

"Really?" Suguru wanted to kick himself at the excitement that snuck into his voice. He couldn't believe how pathetically grateful he felt for the kindness that his cousin was offering him. He flushed yet again in embarrassment. He was even more grateful when it seemed his cousin was going to tactfully ignore his jumbled emotional state.

"Come along then. There's nothing more we can do right now. I'll have to call someone to fix my computer and work on increasing security around the building tomorrow."

He stood up from his desk and led the way to the door, grabbing his jacket and shutting off the lights on his way out. Suguru dutifully stood up and grabbed his bag of books and slipped down the hallway after his adored cousin.

He caught up and kept sneaking glances up at the other man, trying to figure out what he was thinking. The unreadable Seguchi smile was unreadable smile was firmly in place. Tohma cast an amused glance in his direction and he grinned sheepishly back. Even so it was almost like old times for the teen walking at the other man's side.

Being with Tohma wasn't like being with Bea, who, no matter how much he loved, was still just the hired help. He didn't have to worry about anything with his cousin because the older man would take care of everything and no one could touch him.

It was all an illusion of course. The blond would do something horrible to shatter all of his illusions and strip away whatever lingering trust he had for him. It was bound to happen. People were just like that. Still, he craved the comfort of the illusion he was allowing himself to fall into. Even so, he didn't expect the feeling to last much longer.

How very… sad.