Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Gundam Wing AU or its characters; that right belongs to Katsuyuki Sumizawa.
Author's Notes: Okay, so I came up with this little gem, while reading some GW stories by another author on the site, Arigatomina. She is mostly A GW (Gundam Wing) fan and major yaoi pairing of 1x2 and 3x4... while it is yaoi, she keeps it clean and tasteful with a nice bashing on Relena. SO in short this is my gift fic to her for giving me the crazy idea in the first place. And to keep true to her pairings, those boys will stay that way.
Meaning Kagome Higurashi will be paired with one Wufei Chang. And this will be set into an AU (Alternate Universe). So here is the break down so that it makes a bit of sense. It will be set in Tokyo, the boys will still have met and become friends. The whole GW Crew is 18 yrs old, Kagome is 17 yrs, who has done her stint in the past. Also note that Wufei will have not been married at all.
The knocking came around at two in the morning, drawing the boy from his studies. Irritation flashed across his face as he looked over his shoulder. Seeing nothing at his window, he went back to his studies when the knock sounded again, only a lot louder. With a small twitch under his right eye, Wufei spun around just in time to see a flash of white as it banged once more on his window.
Narrowing his black eyes as he stood up from his desk in a quick fluid month, causing the chair to roll back afoot. He was briskly walking to his window, just catching that flash of white pounded against it again. Letting him get a good look at what it was, a small delicate hand curled into a fist. Instantly his mind supplied just who it probably belonged to.
So with a soft curse in Chinese under his breath, Wufei reached out and jerked the window open with one hand. His other shot out, grasping the fisted hand. Feeling how cold and wet it was, drawing his attention to the fact it was raining sheets outside. Tugging at the hand, Wufei watched as it produced a very wet, dark-haired girl from the night time shadows. He was noting how her black hair was plastered to her pale face and neck, while her clothes were like a second skin on her lithe frame.
Sighing, Wufei stuck his other hand out the window and wiggled it and immediately getting another hand placed into it. Then with little effort, tugged on the arms, lifting the girl into the window quickly. Once she was in and set on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, Wufei wrinkled his nose at the fact she was dripping water on it. Meaning more work for him in a few minutes as he turned and walked into the attached bathroom.
While in there, he grabbed the two visible towels that were always hanging on the rack. He produced another two from the cabinet in which he kept his spares. Once they were in hand, he made his way back to the girl, who hadn't moved, except to close the window behind her. Now she was shaking rather visibly, her arms wrapped around herself.
Thrusting the towels out to her, he waited until she took them, then turned his back to her. Giving her the privacy, he knew she would need to dry off. The sound of wet cloth hitting his floor, indicating she was now undressing. While she did this, Wufei began unbuttoning the top of his Mao suit. Feeling a slight flush coming to his cheeks as he slid it down his arms and held it behind him.
The moment his top was taken from his hand, Wufei spoke. "So, what was the fight about this time?"
There was silence for a few seconds before he got his reply. "Am I that obvious, Wufei?"
Unable to help it, a small smile curved his lips as he heard her grunt in frustration. This reminded him that no matter how many times she has worn traditional Chinese clothing, she couldn't ever seem to button it right. He swallowed a fit of laughter, knowing that he would be in a world of acute pain if he did. Experience in the past had taught him that all to well, never to underestimate her in any shape or form.
"Yes, Kagome, you are that obvious. You've been doing this since we met all those years ago." He said in a soft voice, just as he felt her cold hand on his wrist.
Turning around, he made sure to keep his eyes on her face. He was taller than her by a good six inches, so his top would cover her decently enough. But it was still a very awkward situation for him. Lifting a hand and motioning to his bed, Wufei took a step back to give her space. Only to note the bags under her eyes and the fact that her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying heavily and recently. Her shoulders were slumped and curled forward, telling him that she was feeling very, very insecure.
He watched as she slowly shuffled herself to the bed and sat down. Wufei turned and grabbed his desk chair, pulling it up and sat down next to the bed. Clasping his hands in front of him on his lap, he waited for her to speak her piece. Which wasn't a long wait, something he was thankful for? Kagome wasn't the type to keep secrets, thought in the last three years he was sure she had gotten a lot better at it.
"Well, you know my 'guardian,' Wufei. That insufferable, overbearing, better-than-thou, jerk face started in on me again. Saying I should be taking a more proactive role in the company, as well as my duties at the shrine. MIND you, all on top of my studies at school, which are lacking, according to him. It led to a very epic shout out... With him trying to force the..well.. our..." She said, trailing off till she was silent and staring at her feet, which had begun to swing back and forth nervously.
Not having to ask her to expound on what she was referring to since it had been a constant thing from his grandfather as well. Closing his eyes, Wufei let his body relax as he slowly exhaled. "I will not say anything about this, Kagome. I told you my standpoint, to which you gave your answer. So it isn't your fault that they are pushing for this."
Letting his facial features relax, as a rare smile appeared on his face. He was watching Kagome suck her bottom lip into her mouth and chewing on it. Her blue eyes showing her thoughts, as she processed it all now that she was calming down. It was something new that he had noticed since she had just begun to do in the last two years — a subtle change, of which there were a few others. In his opinion, all good changes, because the core of who she was and what made her hadn't changed.
When she shrugged her shoulders at him, a small smile curving her pink lips. This lit up the dark blue of her eyes, making them dance. Giving a slight shake of his head, Wufei spoke again. "It is late, or rather early, at the moment. Take the bed and no arguments, Kagome. I will be fine since I have to complete my work tonight. Now get comfortable and sleep. We will talk some later... I will have Noemi launder your clothes." His gaze turned to the dripping pile on the floor.
Giving her a dark look as he tilted his head up. He got a small playful pout in return as she did what he instructed. Her lithe body twisting as she reached behind her and yanked on the blankets. Turning her body, she crawled into the now exposed sheets. Despite himself, he got a rather lovely view of her backside and well-toned legs before she was under the covers. With a small smile, she shut her eyes and took in a deep breath then exhaled.
Silently Wufei maneuvered his chair, so he was facing his desk once more. Senses heightened so he could listen to her breathing patterns. It soon settled into the steady rhythm of sleep. With one more shake of his head, Wufei began to study the documents before him. He had to give an accurate report to his grandfather later this day.
Eyes flickering, Wufei let out a soft groan and lifted his head from his desk. He realized that after finishing his studies, he had, at some point, fallen asleep. Leaning back and raising his arms above his head, he felt and heard his muscle pop as they rolled from his stretching. Once he stretched enough, Wufei glanced at the alarm clock, noting it was now seven fifteen in the morning.
He remembered that in fifteen minutes, he would have his friends here in his family's Japan-based house to visit. Standing up, he took a glance at his bed. Kagome's black hair peeked through the white and pale blue of his comforter, where she was curled up sleeping — reminding him that at some point, hell would be paid. In the form of her guardian trying to find his wayward charge.
Taking a few deep breaths to help regulate himself, Wufei got up and began his day and grabbing clean clothes that matched the day before, only in a deep blue color. He went into the bathroom, showered, and dressed. Once he was finished grooming, and his hair pulled back into his customary ponytail, Wufei shot another glance to his bed. It's occupant hadn't even moved an inch.
With that, he went over and picked up the soaked clothing and tossed them into the bathroom. Knowing that Noemi would be in to pick up stuff, and wouldn't question Kagome's attire. As it had been explained to the woman a while ago why they appeared at random a few years ago. Which only played to her more romantic side, since she was well aware of their situation.
He was careful to be quiet as he shut the door behind him so that he didn't disturb his sleeping guests. Then he made his way down the hall, already picking up the sounds of people talking. While one voice stood out more than the rest, making him press his lips into a thin line. He couldn't deny that the person that the voice belonged to was good at heart and extremely knowledgeable. His observational skills were excellent as well, but the fact he was loud, over-talkative, and obnoxious didn't always balance out.
Turning the corner into the living room, Wufei came to a stop and leaned against the double door frame and watching as the four boys interacted with each other and noting that after two years apart, that they were still the same as before. Letting his gaze landed on a tall, slender boy with red-brown hair and brown eyes, as he made comments in a soft authoritative voice, was Trowa Barton, a Russian native. A delicate blond boy sitting stiffly backed next to him. Having blue-green eyes that shone clearly with mirth, his voice very cultured and polite, was Quatre Raberba Winner, who was Arabic by birth.
Sitting across from them was the rather loud and talkative one, who still wore his long golden-brown hair in a single plait braid that hung down his back. While his face was animated, Wufei could even see the cold, calculating look in those amethyst eyes. Duo Maxwell waved his hands overly exaggerated, in only the way Americans could do while the boy next to him was just as tense as ever. His blue eyes were darting every which way from under his short but messy brown hair. Always assessing everything and placing it for later use, this was Heero Yuy, a resident of Japan itself.
Who, when he glanced in his direction, saw Wufei standing there. Giving a nod of his head, Wufei pushed away from the door frame and took a few steps into the room and drawing everyone else's attention to him. Lifting his hand, he gave a small wave of hello. He tensed as Duo shot up off the couch and made his way towards him. Only to let his eyes widen a bit as he stopped two feet from him, and thrust his hand out for a shake.
A bit unsure at what could be going on, he took the proffered hand and gave it a quick shake. "How have ya been doing 'Fei!? It looks like your doing good, if not a bit tired. Still, the grandfather thing?" Duo burbled on, as he took his hand back.
"Duo." Came Heero's quiet voice, as he came to a stop behind Duo. He placed a hand on Duo's arm, causing the boy to go silent with a slight flush to his cheeks.
Seeing this made Wufei smile at the contact and affection from just the touch. In the time he had known Heero Yuy, he was well aware of some extenuating circumstances that made him closed off from others and not receptive to any touch. That changed in time by Duo, who wouldn't relent on Heero. Slowly over time, emotions surfaced into a rather explosive reaction. Since then, their relationship had developed into something a lot more than friendship.
The same couldn't be said for Trowa and Quatre. They made no qualms about their attraction to each other when they first met — both rather quiet but both incredibly intelligent. Their only real difference was a social background. Quatre was coming from a rather rich, well to do and well known Arabic Oil company, as their sole male heir. While Trowa, what little he talked about himself, was that his family wasn't so well off. Leaving the impression that his childhood life wasn't the best. That hasn't stopped them from overcoming any barriers to be together and even going so far as to agree with Quatre's father so that they could be together.
Time flew by as they stood there talking, enjoying friendly conversation. So when everyone stopped talking and just stared past him, Wufei realized he had forgotten something very important. Slowly turning, he saw Kagome leaning against the door frame, a warm and bright smile on her lips. Small flashes of lighter colors danced in the depths of her eyes. Without waiting for him to give the okay, Wufei watched Kagome make her way to him. He then realized that she was still wearing only his Mao shirt.
As she came to a stop by him, her gaze solely focused on him, she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Wufei. I am waiting on Noemi for my clothing; then, I'll get out of your hair. Hi, and goodbye, gentlemen," She said in a very soft voice, flicking her gaze to the boys over his shoulder. Spinning around, she made her way back to his bedroom.
Feeling heat bloom in his cheeks, he turned to look back at his friends. Realizing at that second what it looked like, horror creeping through his veins. Trowa's face was cool speculation, while Quatre was blushing faintly, smiling happily at him. When his gaze turned to the other two, Heero stared at him with his patented death glare, his lips pressed into a very thin line. Duo, on the other hand, was wide-eyed and looked scared shitless.
"I think I told you all two years ago, before we separated, that I wasn't interested in a relationship. There is a good reason for this as well..." Wufei trailed off as he started to feel very uncomfortable from Heero's glare.
It was Duo who spoke up to break the silence. "We get that, and understand it, but uh... Dude uh... that girl.. she uh..."
Only to be cut off by Heero, his voice a velvety tone that promised pain. "Wufei, what is my cousin doing in your house, and nothing but your shirt? You have one minute to explain."
Feeling as if the rug had just been pulled out from under him, Wufei felt his brain shut down and leaving him unable to reply as pieces of the puzzle that was Kagome's past fell into place. So it wasn't too big of a surprise when he did come back to himself. His body moved instinctively to avoid a punch to his midsection just as Duo shouted and grabbed Heero's shoulder, jerking him back.
"Hey! Heero, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" An angry female voice rang out over them.
Wufei and the others paused and looked at the owner. Before Wufei was a rather angry looking Kagome, dressed in the clothes she had shown up last night. Her blue eyes were flashing dangerously as she looked at all of them, with her hands planted on her hips. She was making Wufei realized that she was related to Heero. Swallowing, he watched her continue to stare past him to the said boy. The look in her eyes promising pain, much as her cousins did earlier. His mind immediately replayed Duo's words back to him before Heero had interrupted.
When Kagome started walking forward, Wufei put his hands up to stop her. He paused when he felt a difference in her body's magnetic field.
"Kagome, please don't do anything irrational." He whispered as she passed by him.
Turning to follow her progress, he took a deep breath when she came to a stop before Heero. Her cousin was calmly staring down at her. Duo was standing behind them, paling rapidly at the staredown. All the while, Trowa and Quatre were silently watching the scene unfold before them. Confused and perplexed expressions on their faces, yet amusement twinkling in the depths of their eyes.
"I asked you a question, Heero. Just what the hell do you think you were doing to Wufei." Kagome repeated herself, thought her voice dropped a few more octaves. He saw her hair began to move on its own, indicating that she was starting to harness her Miko powers. He had only come to learn about in the last year.
When Heero didn't answer, Wufei saw her body relax. Her head tilted to the side, and her hands slipped from her hips. She was causing both a sense of fear for his friend, as well as amusement welling up inside of him. As he watched her lift her hands and place them on Heero, noting the minute flinch to his body at her touch.
"I am going to ask one more time, Heero. What the hell do you think you were doing to Wufei? I am serious, Hee-kun, I will make you suffer if you don't answer. And this time, I will leave you that way for twenty-four hours." She said in a sickeningly sweet voice.
From his viewpoint, Wufei saw Heero swallow, and his blue eyes, which were so similar to Kagome's, widened just a bit. "I...Kagome, I just... reacted... Your my cousin, and wearing just his...what was I supposed to say!" He got out just as Kagome's hand grabbed his ears and pulled on them, earning her a small squeak of pain before she let go.
"I don't appreciate you attacking him, you buffoon. Besides, if you're in Tokyo with your lover boy, you should stop in and say to my mom, Shota, and G-chan. They'd be happy to see you, you damn recluse." She said, before peeking around him to wave high to Duo and the others.
Earning a goofy grin from Duo, as he reached out and pulled Heero back to him, creating a safe distance from Kagome. The other two smiled a bit hesitant until the ring of a cell phone went off.
"Hey, it's work calling. They want to know if you can come in on your day off... Hey, I said work is calling! You should answer your phone, cause you know your boss is a prick. Pick up, pick up, pick up. Get a clue they are not going to stop until you answer."
As soon as the ringtone finished going off, everyone but Heero burst out laughing at it. He just reached into his pants pocket for the device, right as the ringtone started to go off again. He sent a glare to Duo over his shoulders, who was trying to look as innocent as possible. Heero flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Heero." Was all he said, as everyone went silent.
There was muffled speaking on the other end of the phone, as Heero stood there listening but briefly glancing at Kagome. Who immediately went wide-eyed and took a few steps away from Heero. Shaking her head as she answered the unspoken question, his eyes had asked and showing a sudden case of nervousness, which let Wufei know just who was on the other end of the phone.
"I understand, and I will call you immediately as soon as I find her, sir," Heero said into the phone, while he stared pointedly at Kagome. She had backed up enough that her body was pressed against Wufei.
Heero closed the phone with a snap, staring at Kagome. "Explain why Mr. Taisho is looking for you." His voice flat and severe.
Giving a small sigh, Wufei took his arms and wrapped them around Kagome's waist and securing her to him in hopes of calming her. Her body was practically vibrating with her anger and sadness from earlier this morning and letting him know that she wasn't able to reply at the current moment, and meaning that he would have too. What he was going to say wasn't exactly how he wanted to tell them all.
Giving a small cough to draw attention to him, Wufei spoke. "Because last I checked, he was her legal guardian, and she is the heir to his company. On that note however, she is also the fiance I had mentioned to you all two years ago." Pausing Wufei narrowed his eyes at Heero before continuing. "Since when were you on his payroll Heero? And why didn't you think to mention it to your cousin? She is your family, after all."
Silence permeated the room around them as they all stared at each other at least until a small defeated sigh came from Duo, who spoke in a soft voice. "Well, about that. That is why we all are here right now, Wufei. We assumed that since you were in Tokyo as well, that you too got extended an invitation to..uh.. work for Taisho."
Again silence, which only made things more awkward. Suddenly a low hissing sound, reminisce of a wet cat, was heard.
"That self-righteous, smug bastard has no right to... To hire my family, his boyfriend, and extended friends. It's bad enough that he's been breathing down my neck to marry Wufei to secure an heir. Then there are my duties at the family shrine while managing more of the company, on top of school... Oh, just you wait, once I get my hands on him, I will purify his balls, so that demon bastard can't ever even think of getting an erection again!" Kagome screeched.
Several reactions happened at once. Wufei himself dropped his arms and grimaced at the very visual image that was supplanted in his mind. One that surely wouldn't be going away for a while. Quatre looked instead taken aback at her blunt and very descriptive choice of words, even if there was a faint smile on his lips. Duo was outright laughing, to the point that he was holding his stomach. A look of amusement was flickering in Heero's eyes, as he stared rather proudly at his cousin. White Trowa seemed to blanch just a little bit as he stepped behind Quatre, placing his hands on Quatre's shoulders. The whole time Kagome made rending motions with her hands as she kept them in the shape of claws.
The End!