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,

I understand that you won't be able to stay too long at the concert. Hope you enjoy the show, anyways. We seriously need to meet some time. I'm sure my friends would like you.

Catch you later.

Saki'

"Hey, is the opening act still here?" a dark haired guy with sun glasses sauntered up to ask. Suguru glanced up to see the keyboardist from ASK leaning in to ask the question. "Someone's calling for you."

"Aa, thank you, Ken-san," the younger keyboardist bowed politely. He hoped he had the right name, that's what he thought he'd heard their singer calling him. The other guy gave a small wave and wandered back in the direction he came from. The keyboardist turned to tell the pink haired singer, but stopped to watch his argument with the dark equipment case. Suguru quirked an eyebrow.

It looked like Shuichi was losing.

"Hey, we have someone calling for us. Why don't you go see who it is, and I'll pack that up for you," Suguru suggested, making shooing motions with his slender hands. "Maybe it's a major record label come begging to sign us up." He snickered.

"It's probably just Hiro," Shuichi argued, just to be disagreeable, but he let the younger man take over. He flashed a bright smile at Suguru, and clapped him on the back. "Although if it is a label rep, it'll be because of you guys. Great job tonight man. You two were rockin' awesome!"

"Don't kid yourself," Suguru corrected dryly. "As the lead singer you're the major selling point of the band."

"Yeah I am," Shuichi agreed happily. "I'm modest too." The two shared a grin. "Anyways, I'm gonna see what it is whoever summoned us wants. I'll be right back to help you load it up in the car." He flashed another happy smile. Then he bounced off, still riding the excitement of doing so well at their first concert. Suguru just shook his head, a tiny grin tugging the corners of his lips at his companion's infectious good mood.

Not that he wasn't pleased as well. They had blown the crowd out of the water tonight, and there was very little that ASK could come up with that could compete with what they had put together. He was more than pleased, to be truthful. His hands glided along the case, securing the equipment with a practiced ease.

"Hey where'd Shu run off to?" Hiro asked from directly behind Suguru. He hadn't even felt the other boy come up behind him. Sneaky bastard. "Don't do that!" he snapped, grabbing his chest. His irritation faded as he realized what the words meant.

"You mean he's not with you?" Suguru asked, turning on the balls of his feet where he crouched to crane his head up at the other boy.

"Why would he be?" the red head demanded, cocking his head curiously.

"One of the ASK guys came by to tell us that someone was calling for us up front. We both figured it was you. I told Shu to go ahead and I'd get the equipment ready to load."

"Huh. Well if it's all ready to go I'll go ahead and load it up. I've got my brother's car out back. Why don't you go track down Shuichi and make sure he's not getting into any trouble," Hiro offered.

Suguru stood up, and smiled gratefully at him. "Sounds like a plan. Are you going to swing the car around front or do you want me to drag Shuichi out back?"

"I'll swing around once I get everything loaded. Are you hanging out with us tonight?" Hiro asked, bending over to grab a couple of the smaller boxes and settle them under his arms like oversized footballs.

"Shuichi didn't tell me about the sleepover you guys had planned until tonight. I need to go home and get some things, but I'm going to come back by his apartment after that."

"Yeah, well you might give it an hour or so before you head back to his place. We have to go to the store to pick some things up."

Hiro snagged the handles of the remaining cases. He stood there for a moment trying to balance everything so nothing would drop. Suguru watched with his hands hovering anxiously, ready to jump and save any equipment that the older boy might lose his grip on.

Then Hiro's statement penetrated his brain.

"Wait a minute! Going to the store? We? You're taking Shuichi with you? Voluntarily?"

Hiro grinned down at him. "Still traumatized by that shopping trip are you?" he asked knowingly.

"I'm never taking him anywhere ever again." Suguru shuddered dramatically at the memory. "He jumped over my head and flipped into a shopping cart and demanded, loudly, that I push him through the store. Then he made a big scene until I agreed. As if pushing him along the aisles in a basket wasn't embarrassing enough, his directions to the items on his list was interspersed with children's songs.When we finally gotto the registerhe got into an argument with the cashier about the color of the tooth fairy's hair. Quite frankly, it was horrible, and I firmly believe Shuichi should never be allowed in public."

"Well you're probably right about that, but we're going to the Easy Mart, and they know him there."

"Even, so," Suguru murmured doubtfully. "I'm still happy it's you and not me."

"Like I was saying, you might give it about an hour or so before you head back to Shu's place. We only have a couple of items to get, but it could take us a while," Hiro called over his shoulder as he juggled the boxes in his grip toward the door.

"I might just give it two hours in that case. And don't forget to get some pocky. You know how he gets when he goes too long without it."

"Ha, like he'd ever forget to get some," Hiro laughed as he shouldered open the door. And then he was gone. Suguru shook his head with another small smile. He started down the hallway toward the front door.

Really he was grateful for his new friends. He hadn't smiled this much in ages. It was rare for him to find people who felt as strongly about music as he did. At least people his own age that had other interests he could relate to as well. And the fact that he was making friends also pleased Bea and his mother. At least his mother had seemed happy about it in the last e-mail he had gotten back from her. Thinking of his mother made him remember his father.

The smile faded slightly.

Of course he still wasn't speaking to his father since their last argument. In fact he hadn't seen him since that day. When he had returned home, Seijiro had already gone away on business. Unfortunately he had noticed the other man's shoes next to the door when he came home that afternoon. So that meant he'd be going another round with the old man over his friends again soon.

Suguru suppressed a sigh, and firmly pushed all thoughts of the father unit away from his mind. Tonight was a happy occasion, and he refused to get upset over words that he had just proved wrong. He was more than good enough for succeeding in this band. And Seijiro was just going to have to deal with it.

He slipped out the front door and blinked for a second in the dimness. When his eyes adjusted he made his way over to where Shuichi was standing near someone in a hat and glasses. The other man seemed familiar. As he moved closer toward the two people, the other man took off his hat and glasses.

Suguru blinked. He was surprised that his cousin was asking to speak with his band. He hadn't even realized Tohma was going to be there tonight. If he had he'd have worn something different. He tossed a quick look at his simple black slacks and shimmering dress shirt, and groaned internally. He was really going to have to work on his wardrobe. He really didn't fit the image of a rocker.

The words his cousin was saying reached his ears, and he turned his attention back to the conversation going on between the two.

"Don't be so nervous Mr. Shindou. I just want to chat with you. No big deal."

They both noticed his approach at that point and turned toward him.

Shuichi's face split in a big grin, but the appraising look his cousin turned on him made him want to squirm like a little kid caught dressing up. Maybe that was just how he felt now that he was in front of someone he knew was actually good at being a rocker, and not someone who was just beginning to play at it.

"Hey Sugar."

The blonde man flicked a speculative glance between the two boys. The clueless wonder was, of course, as oblivious as ever. The blonde raised an eyebrow at the green haired teen and made a 'hm' sound in his throat. Suguru blushed, and shot a glare at his band's vocalist.

"Ignore him. It's just a really bad punthey came up with on my name," Suguru explained shortly. Shuichi was openly amused by his defensiveness. In the back of his head Suguru was already plotting ways to get the pink boy back for embarrassing him in front of his cousin.

"Besides, he's damn sweet on the keys, aren't you Sugar?" Shu teased, not realizing how close he was coming to death at that instant.

"Cut it out Shu-kun."

"Why would I want to do that?" the singer asked reasonably.

"Because I will hurt you if you don't," Suguru pointed out, equally reasonable.

"Yeah, ok." Shuichi seemed to accept that as a reason to curb it. "Hey, is the stuff loaded up already?"

"Hiro's taking care of it. He's going to swing around and pick you up when he's done."

"Awesome. Oh yeah! Hey Suguru, this Tohma Seguchi-san. Seguchi-san, this is Suguru Fujisaki," Shuichi belatedly remembered his manners.

"Don't worry about it, Shu. We know each other." Suguru nodded to his cousin, wondering just how long he had been at the concert. He wasn't sure if he hoped his cousin had seen their performance or not. On the one hand, he rather hoped he had, because he wanted Tohma to see how good he was doing with Bad Luck. On the other hand he was very aware of how much they needed to improve, and he was half hoping that Tohma wouldn't see what they were doing until it was perfected.

His smile was firmly in place, but Suguru knew him well enough to recognize the irritated glint in his eyes. "Su-kun, you never told me that you had joined a band." He winced, realizing that his cousin wasn't happy with the way he found out about Suguru's being in a band.

"Wait, you guys know each other?" Shuichi's question reminded them that he was standing right there.

"Not nearly so well as I had believed," Tohma murmured, pointedly polite.

"Well, If I'd realized you were going to be here, I'd have given you a warning or something," he muttered shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I think I would have appreciated knowing about it, even if I hadn't expected to be at this concert tonight," Tohma pointed out sweetly.

"I would have told you if I thought it would concern you at all," matched his tone, his own Seguchi-style smile firmly in place.

"Uh, guys?"

"Never mind." Tohma waved. Although Suguru could tell that the implication that his joining Bad Luck wouldn't matter to him had upset Tohma. He managed not to wince again. "It's done now. You'll all come into the studio tomorrow and do some demo recordings. I want to hear more of your stuff. What I heard tonight was good, but I need to hear more of your music to decide whether or not you're ready to be signed on just yet."

Shuichi blinked, trying to follow the flow of conversation from the vagueness of their interaction. Somehow he seemed to feel that he was missing a lot. And he really was, Suguru reflected. He just hoped that Tohma wouldn't drop in the fact that they were cousins. He wasn't sure his band mates would be happy about his holding out on them about the fact that his cousin was a major producer in the Japanese music industry.

"What time?" Suguru wondered.

"How about noon? I'll have someone waiting for you." The blond put his cap back on, and slid the glasses on his nose.

"We'll be there. Here comes Hiro, you should let him know what's going on tomorrow," Suguru turned to direct the last bit at Shuichi.

"Wait, how are you getting home?"

"Do you need a ride, Su-kun? I'd like to have a word with you anyway."

"That sounds okay, Tohma-kun. You guys go on. As soon as I get my things I'll head over to your apartment."

Shuichi stared back and forth between the two, concerned but not sure what he was concerned over. They both turned their best fake smiles on him. "Are you sure man?"

"It'll be fine Shuichi. Go on ahead. You still have a shopping trip that I really don't want to be present for. I'll be by later."

"If you say so," his singer murmured doubtfully.

"I do. I'll see you in a bit. Come on, you have to go give Hiro the good news right?" This time Suguru's smile was warm and real. It seemed to reassure Shuichi because after saying his goodbye he's hurried over to where Hiro waited impatiently. He only glanced back once.

The two waited in silence until the lights of the car lit up and pulled away from the curb.

"I'm sorry," Suguru lowered his eyes to the ground. "That was unfair of me. While you're always busy, you've never made yourself inaccessible to me before. I didn't mean to imply otherwise."

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" Tohma asked, some exasperation leaking through his usually guarded tone. Suguru didn't bother to look up as he carefully searched for the words to explain what had been bothering him. Hopefully without sounding like an idiot to the person he cared about most in the world.

"The last time Seijiro and I 'talked', he told me that I shouldn't expect that because you succeeded in music that I could do the same. That I wasn't good enough to be in a band." He heard Tohma's sharp intake of breath, felt him opening his mouth to retort angrily, but plowed on without giving Tohma any other chance to speak. "I know logically that he was wrong, but I had to prove it to my self. I really had to know, for myself. That's what tonight was, for me. Ignorant words can't touch me about this anymore. No matter what anybody else says. As of tonight, I will always know. More than the concert, I wanted that." He raised his wistful gaze, "It was mine, and I didn't want to share it with anybody just yet, you know?"

"It's alright, Suguru." Tohma seemed like he wanted to say more for a second but he shook his head and let it go. "Let's go. There should be someone you'd like to see waiting in the car. At least he better be, because I do not feel like tracking him down," Tohma muttered under his breath. He smiled sincerely, and wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulders. "I was really proud of you up there tonight. You and your friends did good. You'll have to tell me all about how you met up with them."

Suguru leaned gratefully against his cousin for a second. This was one of the things he loved about Tohma. The blonde always seemed to know when to keep silent and when to change the subject. He straightened up from the embrace and started walking along with the older man. Tohma's arm was still flung companionably around his shoulders.

"It's a pretty simple story. I met Shindo-san at Pitched. You're familiar with that little music store on the strip?"

"Of course. Miné's got equipment that major music stores take weeks to get in. And she's usually got a better deal on them too," Tohma said by way of agreement.

"Yeah, I got a new sequencer that day. Anyways he and Hiro had started a band, and they needed a keyboard player so Shuichi invited me over to his place to play with them. And things just took off from there."

"How long have you known them?"

"I knew them before they got this concert gig. They knew about that last month… So a couple of months now? That sounds about right."

"And I didn't find out before then, even without you telling me? I must be slipping."

Thankfully they arrived at the car, so Suguru didn't have to come up with anything to say to that. He grinned when he saw who the passenger inside was.

"Hey Toooohhhmmmaaa! Let's eat, I'm hungry! Hiiiii Su-chan!" An enthusiastic hand waved from inside. The door cracked in preparation for a Ryu-glomp, but Tohma pressed his hand against the door. A disappointed chibi pressed his face against the window, causing Suguru to giggle.

"Not here Ryu. What about you Suguru, would you like to eat something before you head home?"

"Well, we'll probably eat something at Shu's place, but I wouldn't mind a snack to hold me over until then," he hastened to agree, at Ryuichi's crestfallen face.

Tohma chuckled a bit. "Okay then, let's stop somewhere to eat before we head to your place."

After a rather exciting meal at a local fast food joint, the three pulled up in front of the Fujisaki household.

"Thanks for the ride! I'll see you later okay Ryuichi? We'll definitely go to the zoo or something while you're here. I'll be there tomorrow morning."

"Do you need a ride back to your friend's house?" Tohma called to him through the rolled down window.

Suguru stared at the time on the clock. Only ten thirty eight, if he packed quickly he could probably get out of the house without running into Seijiro again. The other man usually didn't come out of his office until eleven. Suguru glanced briefly at the pink bunny that danced in the back window, before he turned to answer his cousin.

"No it's ok, Bea's giving me a ride back. I'll see you both tomorrow right?"

"Of course. I'll see you then, Suguru."

"Bye Su-kun! We'll play together later okay? And you can introduce me to your friends too," the hyper brunette in the back called to him.

"I'm sure they'd love that Ryu-chan."

Suguru waved at them as the car pulled away from the curb.

Finally when they were completely gone from sight he turned and made his way up the sidewalk to his home. He had to hurry if he was planning on trying to get over to Shu's place in time enough to avoid him. He slid his key in the lock and quietly snuck inside. He kicked off his shoes and made his way down the long hallway toward the main living room. He slowed when he saw a soft golden shaft of light hitting the wall down a side hallway.

He pushed the cap he was wearing higher up on his head, trying to get a better look. Was that coming from Seijiro's office? No, it couldn't be. He never left his door open. But Bea never really came to this part of the house. She preferred staying in the back of the house close to the kitchen and her quarters there.

So why was there a light on down there?

Curiously, he changed course, walking toward the open door. Getting closer he recognized the familiar oak panel door that did lead to Seijiro's office. Pulling his cap he leaned closer to the door and cautiously leaned around to peak inside.

No one. And it wasn't even eleven, yet. So that meant that something must have happened to make Seijiro break his almost fanatically religious schedule to come out sooner. Suguru cocked his head, trying to think of anything that could do that.

A nervous glance around to make sure the business man wasn't lurking in the shadows somewhere near by. He cautiously moved deeper into the room, nudging the door farther open to sneak inside. He felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease when no one immediately stormed in and began to yell at him for trespassing without permission. Then Suguru crept forward slowly.

He stopped when he felt something squish under his foot.

Looking down he noticed a small pool of red. He stared for a moment, eyes not quite processing what he was seeing. Finally after an eternity of bewilderment it registered. Blood. His eyes widened, and he moved around the desk, eyes tracking the streaks on the floor to the source. The baseball cap slipped from nerveless fingers. His lips moved soundlessly. Finally he was able to choke out a single word.

"Bea."

Crimson spilled over the whiteness of her blouse. Thick redness was congealing against her navy slacks. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth, dripping in the hair that was still falling from its braid. Her eyes fluttered open, the normal gray nearly consumed by the blackness of her pupils.

Seeing the movement, Suguru rushed around the desk to her side. He had to step over the shiny black gun that lay innocently on the ground between them. He cradled her against his chest, staring down at the gaping wound in her side.

"Hold still Bea, just don't move."

When he reached her side she tried to smile up at him reassuringly, but her lips trembled, and tears traced down her cheeks. Suguru could see what the effort was costing her. "Bea, don't."

"What happened to you?" he whispered in anguish.

Her mouth opened and the words came out in broken whispers.

"I heard…" a rough cough, "Fujis-… saki…" A rough hand that had always been so strong, grabbed feebly at his sleeve.

"Let me call an ambulance for you." Tears were running down his own face as he stared at the woman who had helped raised him.

She weakly shook her head.

"Too late… Seguchi-san."

"Shh Bea, stop talking, it's hurting you."

"He's planning…" a deep breath, "to kill… Seguchi-san. Run… please."

"Seijiro's planning on killing Tohma?" And Bea must have found out, the teen realized dimly.
"So he was the one who shot you?" Suguru felt frozen, numb at the realization. He'd known his father wasn't a nice man, but he would never have dreamed him capable of cold-blooded murder.

"Love you, Su… don't forget..." Her eyes were clouding over.

"Bea? Bea… no! No you can't die." Suguru buried his head in her hair and sobbed. "Don't die," he choked out, desperately clutching the broken body to his chest. In a whisper, "I need you."

"...don't ever forget… that I…" The body in the young boy's arms grew heavy and limp. Beatrice Wallace would never get a chance to finish what she was trying to say.

At that instant, something inside him shattered.