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. Actually I may run somewhere other than Canada since you're onto me now. I hear Tibet is nice this time of year, hm…

Weiss Geräusche

'Yo Yohji,

What's up with you lately?

Sorry I haven't been writing as much lately there's really been nothing interesting going on around here. I'm still working at my current job. I've heard from the others everything is going fine with them.

Were you able to get the information I asked you for? If you haven't yet that's fine. I know I sort of dumped it on you all at once. Well I have to go, I have something I need to take care of tonight. And I'm sure you have criminals to expose and women to chat up.

I'll write you again as soon as something comes up ok?

Love,

Omi'

Racing footsteps echoed lightly over the tiled floor, keeping time with the beating of his heart. Fingers tightened around the butt of his weapon, and he tensed. His eyes were closed, tracing the approaching sound with his ears. Forcing his shoulders to relax, he took a deep breath, centering himself.

Closer. Just a bit closer. …. And there!

He flowed from his hiding spot behind the corner; twisting around, he planted his left foot and raised the crossbow, locking on his target all in one smooth motion. The dark haired man froze at his sudden appearance.

"Hello again Fujisaki-san."

"You? W-Why?" the dark haired man stuttered. He took a step back. "Who sent you?"

"What difference does it make who sent me? It shortly won't matter to you at all."

Cold blue eyes watched his slow retreat. They took in everything about the man. Sweat rolled down the light skin of the man's temple, and he swallowed nervously. His chest rose and fell in erratic breathing, he was nearly hyperventilating in fear. Terror slid behind the eyes, slowly eating away the look of cold calculation. The crisp business suit that was splattered with just the tiniest bit of blood on the right sleeve.

" 'Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them,' " the boy standing there quoted softly. "The law isn't here right now to save you. Anymore than it was here to save that poor woman. I saw your eyes right after you shot her. Consider this the price of your arrogance, and disregard for life."

"And what about you? You don't seem to be feeling any guilt over getting ready to kill me," the other man pointed out. Seijiro Fujisaki was trying to keep his voice level, but it was higher than it normally was, fear giving it a shrill edge.

"The only guilt I feel is that I wasn't here in time to save that lady. She was innocent. We're both killers, but we should never allow our darkness to be spilled over onto the innocents. That is the biggest part of why you must die. I wish I could say I was sorry." He raised his bow a bit higher to adjust his shot for between the man's eyes.

The other man turned and started to run. Omi almost sighed in exasperation.

Why do they always try to run?

He shifted his aim again and pulled the trigger, releasing the arrow with a sharp twang. The bow had an automatic reloading system so another arrow slid into place, ready to shoot before the other arrow ever reached its target.

The bolt slammed into his right shoulder, the pushing force spinning the man around even as he began to scream. The boy's next arrow blossomed in his throat, cutting off his sounds. Another arrow embedded itself in his chest. Fujisaki's dark eyes stared at him in shock, as if in disbelief that he had actually dared to kill him. Then he fell backwards, his hands grasping at the air as if reaching for something. Then he lay still and unmoving.

When his body fell Omi saw the person standing silhouetted in the door just beyond. Panicking for a second, Omi wondered just how long the other person had been there, and what all they had seen. Then his eyes adjusted and he realized who it was standing there.

Suguru.

The green haired teen walked forward, and Omi could see the tear tracks on his face. He was still wearing his clothes from the concert, and was now covered in blood. His face was pale, and his eyes were slightly unfocused. Suguru was hugging himself as if he was cold, even though it was the middle of summer. Omi recognized the signs. The other boy was going into shock.

Honey brown eyes gazed numbly at him.

"Shuichi? Is that… It is you," the voice sounded hollow, with only the slightest hint of amazement peeking through. "You killed my father."

"Suguru, I-" he started helplessly, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I'm glad. You've saved me the trouble." The tone was conversational, despite the implications of the words. It hurt Shuichi to see his friend like this, covered in blood and looking shell shocked. Dark satisfaction lacing the edge of his voice.

"Suguru? Wh-" tried again, but was cut off once more.

"I didn't know you were blond," the other boy observed. Then he cocked his head. "And I thought your eyes were violet."

"My eyes are actually blue with violet highlights. That's why I dye my hair pink. It's the only color that really brings out the highlights, so I don't have to worry about wearing contacts," Shuichi admitted softly.

'Not that I mind discussing my fashion secrets with my friends, but we are having this discussion over the corpse of your father. Creepy much?' Omi wanted to say, but restrained himself. Suguru had apparently found the woman's body, and just witnessed one of his friends killing his father. He probably needed the distraction until his brain was ready to deal with what he'd seen.

The other boy seemed to be considering his explanation. Finally Shuichi couldn't take the silence anymore. He kept his voice low, the way you'd speak to a frightened animal. Low and soothing.

"Listen Suguru, I know that what you've just seen is difficult to deal with, but we need to leave. Now, come on. Let's go."

"Let's go?" the younger teen repeated. His gaze sharpened, pain and anger appearing within the depths of his dark eyes. "Let's go where? Somewhere more private so you can kill me too?"

"No!" Shuichi raised the hand that wasn't holding the bow pleadingly. He felt a strange pain in his chest at the distrust that was starting to appear on his friend's face. Even worse, was the fear. "No Sugar, I could never hurt you. I was trying to help… Please…"

He wanted to swipe angrily at the tears that filled his eyes, but couldn't risk looking away from the other boy long enough to do so. It was so stupid. He had just killed a man and now he was crying because his friend didn't trust him? Of course the boy didn't trust him. He was a murderer. He didn't deserve to be trusted.

Shuichi didn't bother pointing out that if he really had wanted to kill the other boy that he didn't have to take him somewhere private. There was nothing to stop him from shooting him where he stood right now, except the fact that he had no desire to do so. He figured that saying so probably wouldn't help his case, so he stayed silent and waited for Suguru to come to a decision on his own.

"Why?" the whisper almost startled him when it came.

"Why what?" the blonde boy asked cautiously.

"I don't know. This… everything…" Green brows furrowed in confusion. "Why do we need to leave?"

"Because I called the cops," Shuichi said simply.

"What?" he importance of the situation seemed to dawn on him with that statement.

"Come on. I'll explain everything to you when we get to my house."

"Where's Hiro? Is he involved in this?" Suguru moved around the body of his father toward his band mate. You could tell that he was still feeling everything as if from a distance. Omi remembered the sensation very well. He frequently felt the same following battles with Schwartz and painful missions, so he knew exactly what the other boy must be feeling. Even so, pain and fear was trying to wriggle its way through Suguru's defenses and spill into his words, his actions.

"No. He dropped me off. Ayaka called. She was upset about something so he took off to comfort her. He's supposed to call me later when he gets everything settled with her."

Omi folded his bow, and strapped it back inside his mission jacket. When Suguru stepped closer to him he grabbed the other boy and started to guide him down the hall toward the side door that he had used to sneak in. He could feel the keyboardist's arm trembling beneath his fingers. It brought home just how barely the younger boy was holding together.

The best thing that Omi could do, he decided, was provide a distraction for him. And part of that was getting them out of there so they wouldn't get cornered by the cops. Being grilled by overly and/or unsympathetic investigators was so not what the other boy needed right now. Not even Manx could find an excuse to block the officers on duty from doing so if they were to find them both at the crime scene.

He tugged the other boy along. For some reason years of training had made his eye sight in the dark better than an average person's so he found himself looking out for things that would trip his friend up. The two made it outside and into the car that Shuichi had waiting.

Soon they were on their way to Shuichi's apartment. Shuichi kept trying to talk about the concert, making plans for them to g shopping for more stage clothes, his newest computer upgrade, anything he could think of to try and distract Suguru from what he had seen. Suguru stared out his window at the passing scenery, barely acknowledging his efforts.

Finally they arrived at Shuichi's apartment and Shuichi hustled the other boy inside.

"Sugar? You're feeling cold right? We need to get you warm again. And we need to get you out of those clothes. Come on, let's get you into the shower or something."

Vacant brown eyes stared at him. Shuichi sighed. He'd been going into shock earlier, now he was all the way there, everything just starting to sink in again. When the green haired boy didn't move Shu guided him into his bathroom and turned on the water, letting it warm up. When it was the right temperature he plugged the drain, and let the tub begin to fill.

"Suguru?" Shuichi, tried again softly. "Hey man, come on. You need to get cleaned up. Seriously."

Still no response.

With a sigh, and the silent hope that the other boy wouldn't be upset with him for this began tugging on his clothes, pulling the shirt out from the waist band of his pants. He unbuttoned the blood encrusted material, and slid it off of slim, pale shoulders. When the other boy still made no move to help himself, Shu started to unbutton the dark slacks Suguru had worn that night.

He worked the pants down trembling thighs, taking the boxers with them, being careful not to look. He knelt in front of him, lifting a leg and sliding off his socks with each pant leg until the younger boy was naked. Then, still not looking, tugged Suguru into the bathtub and helped him sit in the warm water.

Aaand still nothing. Fabulous.

Standing, he walked over to the cabinet to grab a washcloth and a couple of towels. He set the towels down on the toilet lid. Then grabbing some soap he began to lather the cloth up, getting it ready to clean his friend off with. The other boy hunched there with his eyes closed. Keeping his expression carefully neutral he began to run the cloth up and down one arm in slow circular motions, lathering up every inch of exposed skin he came to.

"Bea, was so excited for me when she found out about the band," Suguru spoke in a numb voice, just above a whisper. His was still shaking slightly. "I remember when I was little she used to read her English fairytales to me." His voice was quiet, and he rambled on in disjointed memories.

It didn't really matter what he said, Suguru just needed to talk about her.

So Shuichi did the only thing he could, he kept up the calming motions of cleaning his friend off. The blonde was surprised with how soothing it was to just sit there and take care of someone, as long as he ignored the fact that the someone was a naked male. The cloth ran along the arm and over Suguru's hands. He paid careful attention to the hands, wiping off each and every finger individually, stroking the webbing between each finger until all the blood was gone.

And he listened until the other boy trailed off in painful silence. The singer knew that there was nothing he could say that would make anything better so he didn't say anything. He worked quietly.

Shu had lathered both arms and the back of his band mate when the silence was finally broken.

"You've killed before."

Shuichi nearly dropped the cloth. He pulled back to look at Suguru's face, but the dark eyes were closed. He grabbed the bar of soap rubbed it against the cloth, debating whether or not he should shove it into Suguru's hands and leave him to himself. But outside of that one statement Suguru didn't seem to be showing any interest in anything that was going on around him. So he decided that he would just finish what he had started.

He tried to gather his thoughts, find a starting point that would make Suguru understand who and what he was. And how he came to be that way. His own words were just above a whisper when he began to speak.

"I was born into a politically influential family. When I was young I was kidnapped, but my father refused to pay the ransom. I was rescued, but I suffered from trauma induced amnesia, and forgot everything about who I was. The man who saved me was the leader of a vigilante organization. He gave me a new name and trained me to be an operative. It was all I knew for long time."

Shuichi cupped some water in his hand and began to rinse away the soap.

"You're an assassin."

"I was," Shuichi corrected softly. He pulled back. His hands wrapped tightly around the cloth until his knuckles turned white. "My team was disbanded. We were being used too often; we were starting to burn out. And all I really wanted was to make music." He forced his fingers to relax, and began to work on Suguru again. The other teen surprised him by leaning back against the wall, giving him easier access to wash his front.

"Why did you kill Seijiro, if you aren't an assassin anymore?" Suguru's eyes still weren't open.

"This isn't something I do on a regular basis, this was a special case. I was contacted by an old, ah… rival of mine. For reasons that he didn't want to explain he wanted to protect Tohma Seguchi, and he needed help. So he asked me. For reasons of my own, I agreed. So the past couple of days the two of us have been working together to counter the assassin teams that have been trying to make the hit. It was an open contract though, so as long as the money was there assassins would keep trying to be the ones to kill Seguchi. We had to eliminate the source of the funds."

"Tohma… You did it to keep him safe?"

"Of course. I would never have taken an unsanctioned hit unless I felt that an innocent person was at risk." Shuichi began stroking the cloth down Suguru's collarbone, down his chest, carefully following every exposed dip and curve.

"Seijiro probably would have shot me too if I had found out about it. That's why he killed Bea. She found out…"

"It's entirely possible," the blonde boy kept his voice carefully neutral.

"Shu. My mother is never home, and Bea is-" A delicate hand shot out and gripped Shuichi's wrist tightly, catching his attention. "Tohma is all I have left right now. And I love him. Probably more than anyone else in the world."

Honey brown eyes opened to stare into serious blue ones from inches away. "Will you please continue to keep him safe?"

"I'd do anything you asked me to, Suguru." Shuichi answered softly, sadly. The questions he'd been wanting to ask about their earlier encounter with Tohma now answered. Suguru was in love with the older man.

Looking into his eyes, Shuichi wondered if his keyboardist even realized it himself.

"Here, you look like you're coming back to yourself finally. Why don't you finish washing up while I try to find you something to wear okay?" Shuichi pushed the cloth into Suguru's hands and stood up abruptly. All he wanted right now was some space from the other boy.

He went to his bedroom and began to rifle through his closet, trying to find something that the younger boy could wear. He finally picked out a pair of his older pants. They were now comfortable on him, since he used to always wear baggy clothes, so he figured they should fit Suguru fine. He also pulled an old t-shirt from his closet. The shirt would definitely be too big on him since it was too big for Shuichi, but it would do for the night.

When he was on his way to the bathroom the phone rang. Shuichi veered toward it to get it before it could bother Suguru. It was Hiro on the end of the line. Someone had shown up and tried to make Ayaka go home, so she was at Hiro's place and he was going to have to stay with her. Shuichi told him that was fine, not to worry about it. Then he continued with his load to the bathroom.

He opened the bathroom door to lay the clothes on the sink and shut it behind himself before he could truly disturb the green haired teen. He saw just enough to reassure himself that the other boy was taking care of the job, so he didn't have to worry about that at least.

Shuichi wandered into the kitchen and began to heat some water for tea. It was odd, but mundane tasks were the best thing that he could find himself doing after a night like tonight. It had always kept him sane to clean up wounds, and then hover over his companions. As bad as he felt for Suguru he was rather grateful to have someone else to worry about right now.

Finally the draining of water could be heard from the bathroom. A few moments later Suguru came out of the bathroom. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, the slightly oversized clothes hanging off his frame. He tilted his head, and stared at Shuichi with an adorably confused expression, as if to say 'I don't know what to do now'.

Shuichi couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at his lips. Suguru narrowed his eyes warningly. He didn't know what was making Shuichi so amused but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like the answer. The fact that he was so easy to read made Shuichi's grin even wider.

"Shuichi," he growled in warning. Then he seemed to abandon whatever he planned to say as a lost cause.

"Shu?" he moved deeper into the room. "I keep seeing… in my head…"

"I know. I'm sorry for that. More sorry than you'll ever know," the blonde boy shook his head, allowing his hair to fall forward to cover his eyes. One pale hand pushed his hair back, while the other cupped his chin, forcing him to meet his darkened gaze.

"I want to forget. Help me."

"What do you need me to do?" the singer asked softly. There was nothing that the other boy could ask for that he wouldn't try to give him. He just hoped that whatever it was, that it wouldn't be more than he was able to give.

"Make it go away. Please?"

Staring into haunted brown eyes, he knew he wasn't able to deny the simple plea. Wrapping his arms around the other boy, he pulled him close.

"Oh, Sugar," he sighed before sealing the soft lips before him with his own.