Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Chance Encounter ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

CHANCE ENCOUNTER




By Shi-koi







Fandom: Weiss Kreuz / Gravitation

Rating: R

Spoilers: Weiss: everything from the first series, just to be on the safe side, some for the OVAs but assume Gluhen and the rest of that stuff doesn't happen. (As much as I adore the new versions of the characters, they just don't have the same pull. *wry grin*). Gravitation: the entire series and the OVAs.

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Nagi x Shuichi.

Status: In-Progress

Warnings: Crossover, humor, yaoi, violence, romance, sap, fluff, angst, questionable ethics, maybe a hint of coercion/non-con, bad language.

Disclaimer: If I had a penny for every series I owned, I'd still be broke. *sigh* Ah well, at least I still get to play with them. Heh. *wink*

Summary: An accidental meeting between Nagi and Shuichi has a life-changing impact on the youngest Schwarz member, one which could result in Schwarz's redemption...or defeat.

Notes: Regardless of what you may think, I don't believe Nagi to be a weak person. I think he's got to be pretty damn strong both as a character and as a person. You'll get to see him in his element later, but I'm trying to show the obvious differences between the worlds, the one of Schwarz, and the one most people live in. Weiss will be joining us in a couple of chapters as well, since I don't particularly have a favourite character out of the two bishie groups. *shrug* What can I say? I'm a glutton for sexy bishonen.












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If asked, Nagi would have been unable to say what started it all. But everything must have a beginning...and an end.




Now to be honest, that doesn't really matter. The only thing of any importance is how the game is played, how the story is told, and how the characters act.




Everything else, is mere coincidence.







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Chapter One




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Oh shit! Shuichi cursed inside his head as he ran. He was late again for work, and the recording for their latest album was supposed to have started ages ago. The pink-haired vocalist for Japan's hottest new band had been late many a time, but never by - Shuichi glanced at his watch, narrowly missing a lamp-post as he skidded around a corner - four hours!!




Jumping nimbly over a bush, Shuichi cut through the park on the way to the large NG building. "'Scuse me...Gomen - sorry..." Shuichi called out, as he raced along, deftly weaving his way though any person who got in his way. He hopped over a small dog on the path when he realised that he was about to crash into a boy walking his way, his head down, dressed in a dark uniform.




"Aaaah!" Both boys went down in a tangle of limbs.




"Aa, gomen, gomen, gomen ne." Shuichi tried to help the boy up as he stood. The other youth pushed his hand away, still not looking at Shuichi.




"Get off me."




Shuichi took an awkward step back. "Um, ano...I'm really sorry. Are you hurt?"




The boy finally lifted his eyes to him, and Shuichi ducked his head as he waited for the scathing assault of words he knew he would be getting. He winced before realising that the boy's words had died mid-sound. He looked up to see the other boy looking at him in wide-eyed shock, mouth partly open from his intent to retort sharply.




"You..."




"Ano..."< br>



"You..." The boy repeated.




"Aa." Shuichi started to get a bit worried when the other boy didn't move. He gently took his arm and guided him over to a bench. Sitting down next to the boy Shuichi tried again.




"Ano...are you okay? Do you want me to call anyone for you?"




The boy blinked suddenly, his eyes re-focusing. "You...you're Shindou Shuichi!" He accused.




Shuichi blushed a deep red. "Aa." He gave a short, embarrassed laugh which sounded only the tiniest bit strangled. "Um, look...I'm late for a recording. Are you alright, I hit you pretty hard, and that fall to the pavement couldn't have been very nice either. Do you want to ring anyone, I really do need to make a move soon." Shuichi said sheepishly.




The other boy seemed to gather himself then. He shrugged off-handedly. "I've had worse knocks. Don't worry about it."




Shuichi eyed him sceptically. "Look, tell you what. I'll give you my phone number. It's my mobile, 'cos I don't think Yuki would like for anyone he doesn't know to ring." Shuichi quickly dug in his bag for a sheet of paper, which he always had handy for his lyrics and scribbled a number across the back. "Here. Ring me later so I know you're alright, yeah?"




"Trusting, aren't you?" The brunette bishonen said, a strange light in his large blue eyes.




Shuichi tilted his head to one side, his violet eyes darkening at a remembered pain. "Aa. Sometimes." He passed the boy the paper.




"What makes you think I won't sell the number to the tabloids, or stalk you by ringing you at obnoxious hours?" He pointed out.




Throwing a wink at the other youth, Shuichi stood. "There's always another phone to buy, or another number." Shuichi said with a bubbling laugh. "Ogenki de. Ja!"




The boy lifted a hand in a small wave as Shuichi bounded off. "Ja." He whispered, a small smile slowly drifting onto his face.




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"Where've you been?"




Nagi gripped the paper in his hand hard on reflex, lifting his face to glare up at the German telepath lounging on the couch in the center of the apartment.




"Out. What's it to you?" Nagi demanded to know, his stance wary and tense.




Schuldich shrugged nonchalantly, flicking a flame-coloured lock of hair over his shoulder to stare at the petite brunette. "Nothing. Just curious."




"Hn. I'll be in my room if Brad wants me." Nagi turned and left, his back stiff from the weight of Schuldich's uncanny gaze.




"Crawford, Nagi, Crawford." The man said, amusement dripping from his voice. He was, of course, referring to the fact that Nagi was the only one permitted to call their fearless leader by his given name, to the rest he was 'Crawford', to Nagi, who'd known the man the longest, he was 'Brad'.




"Whatever Schu." Nagi said as he left.




Schuldich snorted and shook his head, turning the TV on with the remote.




The moment the door to his bedroom was shut, Nagi uncrumpled the piece of paper in his hand. The number was large and there were small doodles on the paper. When Nagi turned it over he noticed with a slight frown that there were scraps of words, maybe even lyrics to a new song. They weren't in any order, but looked as if they'd been jotted down in a hurry.




Nagi sat down in front of his state-of-the-art-and-beyond computer, quickly inputting a search for anything related to Shindou Shuichi. His lips curled at the corners involuntarily at the remembered smile and wink Shuichi had given him before he'd left. The fifteen year old assassin couldn't remember a time when anyone had smiled at him like that, or been as open and trusting as the beautiful rock singer had been.




Shindou Shuichi was big news in Japan. From appearing on quiz shows and turning the stations up-side-down by requesting to sing rather than accept any prizes or money, to the numerous odd happenings at their concerts and the speculation of Shuichi's lovelife, the media had managed very successfully to keep the boy and his band in the spotlight.




Once noticed, Bad Luck had soared. Their band was in great demand, and their albums sold almost as fast as Nittle Graspers', and they were modern legends! The songs were amazing and addictive. Nagi knew that. He'd first heard them on the radio during one of his many and frequent trips to the park. The fast and uplifting beat had, for a short while, swept away his worries. When he listened to Shuichi sing everything else didn't seem as bad, as hopeless, or as dark.




Nagi actually felt the barest taste of life through the songs.




The search finished with a beep. Nagi quickly opened it up, downloading everything he found of interest, as well as pictures, both official and those taken and scanned in by fans. There were a surprisingly large number of doujinshi about the band as well, pairing them up with every person imaginable. But the most seemed to have Shindou Shuichi paired with Sakuma Ryuichi.




Nagi smirked. Both singers did look kinda alike as far as hair, body and facial structure etc...well, except for the fact that Shuichi's hair was a bright pink, which Nagi doubted was completely natural, while Ryuichi's was a dark mahogany brown. But the two of them on stage just seemed to resonate together. They were spell-blindingly mesmerising when they sang apart, combined they were beyond spectacular. Small wonder they were so popular in the fan books.




Encrypting a hidden folder, Nagi saved everything he wanted to keep about Shuichi. Some part of him knew it wasn't quite normal, but the greater part, the part touched by Shuichi's songs crushed the thought.




Leaning forward against his right hand, his elbow propped firmly on the desk, Nagi opened up a particularly well taken shot of the genki singer. He was on stage, the multi-coloured lights painting him in a rainbow of colours. One hand was in a fist in the air, the other wrapped around the mike stand. His legs were wide apart in a partly crouched stance. From the angle of the shot it seemed almost like the singer was going to jump right off the stage and out of the picture.




But it was the look on Shuichi's face which captured Nagi's attention. His bright violet eyes were gleaming, not at all as innocent as the ones he'd gazed into at the park that morning. His smile was wide and ever so faintly feral, the foreshadow of something dangerous and captivating was promised in that moment, captured forever on film in perfect detail.




Nagi lifted his other hand to trail over Shuichi's face. A sudden wave of fierce possessiveness washed over him, an odd tightening twisting his stomach. He whispered one word in the silence of his room.




"Mine."







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Tbc...

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