Zero G
A Gravitation / Gundam Wing crossover
Prelude
By Quicksilver
Author's Notes:
Standard disclaimers
It was inevitable. A Gravitation/GW Xover. Will be yaoi, pairings as of yet undeclared, though decided. And NC-17. Enjoy! Feedback is nice!
�It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.�
~ Benjamin Britten ~
His head hurt.
He hated that; he simply couldn't believe that he hadn't been smart enough to avoid the truck that had been coming his way, smart enough to not simply stare into the headlights, fascinated by the way they were drawing closer and closer.
He ran a hand over his chest, surprised. There were no bruises, no cuts or bandages, and his skin was smooth. Leaning back into the pillows of the bed, he inhaled the fresh scent of the linens. They were scented with a bizarre mixture of lavender, cloves and something else he couldn't name- perhaps a brand of soap he was unused to. They didn't smell like something that belonged in the hospital, and they lacked the scent of Mika's perfume that tended to cling to their sheets at their numerous homes. She preferred sweet fragrances, which was a surprise
So I'm not home, obviously. Then where the hell did I end up?
He sat up slowly, careful not to jaw himself. His balance was off, and he wondered where he was. Had Yuki and Shuichi brought him home? Maybe Noriko? Or, heaven forbid, Ryuuichi? If God has any mercy, it's not Ryuuichi, he thought. I love Ryuuichi dearly, but... I don't know if I can handle his exuberant innocence right now....
His head hurt even more, something he hadn't believed possible, at the very thought of dealing with either Ryuuichi or Shuichi. Shuichi would have Yuki to temper him somewhat, but Ryuuichi only would have that silly stuffed rabbit, and there was no way Kumagurou was going to be able to defend him from an overly affectionate tackle-hug. He loved them the way he would have younger brothers or affectionate puppies, but when he hurt, he really didn�t think even his amazingly patient personality could take either rock star.
And he shuddered at the thought that this was K�s home. The last thing he needed at the moment was for the blonde manager to come in, firing off a few shots to motivate him to get up. Though they had been friends for years, he still hadn�t been able to persuade K that his guns weren�t welcome.
The very idea was enough to get him moving. He didn�t want to hear the explosive Magnums go off by his ear, and the more he thought about it, he realized that K was the one who had been most likely to retrieve him, since Mika wasn�t here. She would have waited. Gingerly he turned around on the mattress, setting his feet on the floor. The floor was cold beneath his bare feet, and he glanced about the room, hoping to find a pair of slippers.
No luck.
With a sigh he stood up, deciding to suffer, and walked into the next room, his eyes widening as he looked around. He still didn�t recognize the place, and there was something subtly wrong with the place. His instincts told him that this was merely a place to sleep, not to call home.
So where am I? None of my friends would have brought me here�
He didn't recognize the man sitting in the chair, so he took a moment to study him. His hair was pulled back in a braid that was draped casually over the chair�s arm, and he was flipping idly through a Bible, a red pen in his hand. Every now and then he'd scribble something in the margins, cross other things out, and mutter under his breath as he flipped through the pages, going forward and backwards with no apparent pattern. He was wearing a clerical collar of a Christian sect, and together with his dark black clothes, that made his braid appear very unorthodox.
A priest of some kind, perhaps? Catholic, Anglican?
The man -boy- looked up at him with lavender eyes that reminded him of Shuichi when he cleared his throat to announce his presence. �You�re up! Good! We were really worried- well, I was worried, and I think Trowa was, but it�s hard to tell with him, you know. Wufei seems to think you were an idiot, and Heero- who can tell what Heero's thinking? Anyway, how are you feeling?� The boy jumped to his feet, tossing aside the bible carelessly, and threw his arms around him.
�Confused��
�That�s natural,� another voice said. It came from a dark Chinese boy who came over to stand next to the chair that had been abandoned moments before. Behind him trailed two other boys, one with green eyes and an gravity-defying hairdo, while the other appeared to be Japanese, though his blue eyes hinted at some other ancestry bred into his lines.
�Natural?� he said.
�Concussion,� the Chinese boy said. �Maxwell�s been taking care of you.� He snorted. �As unbelievable as it is, he didn�t kill you accidentally. Trowa and I would have, but we�ve been repairing Heavyarms and Shenlong.�
�Oi, Wufei! Be nice!� the boy who still was holding onto him said. �I know how to take care of people!�
�Now my question is why didn�t you dodge that laser? You froze- I�ve never seen you freeze like that,� Wufei said dirrectly to him, ignoring the other boy�s indignant protest.
�Laser?� This was getting more and more surreal. �I thought� I thought it was a car�� he said.
�A car?� Wufei�s voice was incredulous.
�A bright light was coming at me and�� he trailed off, focusing on the boy who still had him wrapped in a lose hug. "Who are you?" he wondered aloud, staring into the violet eyes that were inches from his own. He pulled away slightly, uncomfortable with the touch of the stranger.
"Quatre?" the boy with the long braid asked, looking at him with concern. "I'm Duo, your friend. Are you ok?" Duo released him and stepped back, nibbling on his lip nervously.
Who's Quatre? he thought to himself, wondering why the world had lost all coherency. Suddenly a frightening thought occurred to him. "What's today's date?"
"April 26," the green-eyed one said, speaking for the first time.
He rubbed his temples, trying to ease his disorientation. "I thought it was July 13," he said. "This is not good. This is very, very not good." I�ve apparently lost quite a chunk of time�.
"I'll say," one of them said. "You and I have a mission tomorrow."
"Heero, that is the least of our worries! Quat's lost over eight months!"
The Japanese boy spoke, apparently the afore mentioned Heero. �That is irrelevant. We need to get to the Federation base and get into their systems, and Quatre is the only other person aside from myself with the necessary skills. We can worry about the missing memories later.�
�Skills?� he found himself echoing. By now the other four boys had fastened worried eyes on him, and he felt panic, an emotion he was unaccustomed to, rise in him.
�You are something of a genius when it comes to computers,� Heero said.
�I can barely turn one on! I�m a musician!� he found himself protesting. I must have fallen down Alice�s rabbit hole�. God help me! What the hell is going on here?
�Heero, we CAN�T send him!� Duo protested. �His wits are so addled he doesn�t even know who he is!�
�I know who I am!� he protested. My name is Touma. Seguchi Touma. I'm the President of NG Records...." he trailed off.
Heero, though, had the courtesy to address him directly. "No, you aren't," the one who the others had called Heero stated firmly. "You're Quatre Raberba Winner, heir to the Winner Estates of L4, and Gundam pilot."
END PRELUDE
Not sure exactly where this is going, or if I'm even going to bother continuing it. I write a LOT of Gundam Wing, and even the enticing idea of Touma stuck as Quatre might not be enough to keep this going. Still, it's kind of fun to through out my strict "canon" of Sainan no Kekka to concentrate on something a little more fun (but hopefully just as good!).