It Matters to Me

By Ammie Hawk

Twins separated at birth and given to two completely different families on different sides of the galaxy finally come together after eighteen years. What will happen when one doesn't want the other to find out and the other is oblivious to the relationship?

Chapter 1

Wufei Chang, former pilot of the Shenlong gundam, walked sedately into the large house he currently shared with the other former pilots. His mind preoccupied with the meeting he had just had with his boss, Lady Anne Une. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even register that he was joined in his trek to his room by his boyfriend of the past two years, Trowa Barton.

"You're distracted," the normally quiet, unibanged teen said.

The raven haired teen took a deep breath, more to hide the fact that his boyfriend had startled him than anything else.

"I just have a lot on my mind," he finally replied. "Lady Une wanted a word with me before I left for the day."

"Did she have a mission for you?" the one visible green eye closed in forced resignation.

"No," he shook his head. "Nothing like that." He paused with his hands on the doorknob to their bedrooms, "Look, gather the others. I'm going to grab a quick shower and try to wrap my head around this. I will explain everything downstairs in fifteen minutes. Just please give me this time."

"Fine," Trowa sighed, placing his hand on the shorter man's shoulder and giving it a squeeze before moving off down the hall in search of the others.

The former Heavyarms pilot was worried. He hadn't seen his lover this upset since he had failed to kill Treize Khushrenada during the Eve Wars. He just hoped Wufei would talk to him this time, rather than disappearing for months on end.

As he walked down the hall, a small blond stepped out of the room, two doors in front of him, a scowl marring his boyish face.

"Trowa?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. "What's wrong?"

The unibanged teen took a deep breath to calm himself, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. Wufei has something to discuss with us. He wants us downstairs in about fifteen minutes."

"And whatever he has to tell us has you concerned?" the empathy stated plainly.

"Please don't read too much into this," Trowa shook his head. "I'm allowed to worry about my boyfriend."

"I'm not saying you're not," Quatre sighed. "Come on, let's go get the others."

With a nod, the former clown continued down the hall. The blond watched him for a moment, before taking off in the opposite direction. It didn't take the pair long to find the other three occupants of the house and assemble in the living room.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Wufei entered the room, his hair pulled back into its usual tight tail but still glistening from his shower. His dark eyes scanned the room taking in each of his companions with practiced ease. Quatre was sitting in the armchair closest to the door, gently rubbing at his heart; Heero was across from him in the other armchair, his expression stoic; the braided menace known as Duo Maxwell was occupying the loveseat with his current flavor of the month, Zechs Merquise; and finally in the far corner, Trowa stood silently, his arms crossed over his chest, and Wufei knew he was trying not to show how upset he truly was.

"Well," the raven haired teen sighed deeply, "as some of you are already aware, Lady Une called me into her office this afternoon. She has given me an extended leave of absence."

This announcement caused a reaction from everyone. Most strongly were the ones from Trowa and Heero.

"For how long?" the shaggy haired brunet asked before anyone else had a chance to say anything.

"For as long as I need," he shook his head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Duo blurted out.

"If you will let me finish," he practically growled. "Lady Une didn't call me to tell me this."

"Then why did she want to talk to you?" Wufei flinched at the tone in his boyfriend's voice.

"She said that a match had been found for me in the FRA," he said, looking straight into the green eyes.

"Wait, what?!" the former Deathscythe pilot jumped to his feet, almost braining himself on Zechs' face in the process.

"Wufei, that's great," Quatre was practically beaming. "You have family out there. We're so happy for you."

"That's just it," the raven haired teen sat down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "I don't know how I should feel about this. According to the report, it's my brother. However, the dates given for our births are too close to be physically possible, without outside help, and I was told I was not a test tube baby, no offense Quatre. Which means, somewhere along the line, someone lied: his parents, my parents, I don't know. However, logically, the truth is we are more than likely twins."

"That's remarkable," Zechs shook his head.

"What are you going to do about it?" Heero asked a frown on his face.

"That is why I have been given leave," the former Shenlong pilot sighed. "I am heading to England first thing in the morning to see him, as he is attending college there. I will decide what course of action to take from there."

"You have no plans of getting to know him?" the small blond gave him an incredulous look. "Don't you think he deserves to know?"

"No," the dark eyes were almost lifeless as he looked up. "If he is happy, I have no right to disturb his life with my burdens."

"Wufei, you can't—"

"Quatre," the former Heavyarms pilot interjected, "it's his choice. We have no right to tell him what he can or cannot do."

"Thank you," dark eyes met green. "As it stands, I have some packing to do."

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Harry Potter sighed as he shifted his bag full of heavy textbooks. He had just finished his classes for the day and was headed across campus to the house he shared with two of his former year mates from Hogwarts. As he walked, he thought back to what had brought him to this point in his life.

He had decided after the final battle with Voldemort, which took place at the end of his fifth year in the Department of Mysteries, that he had had enough of being the Wizarding World's whipping boy and had washed his hands of them. He had spent the following year after that getting his Muggle GCSEs and then subsequently trying to get into college. It had taken awhile, almost a year, and a surprising letter of recommendation from one Severus Snape, to get him into the University of London.

Once he had been accepted, he had received several surprises. Firstly, his godfather, Sirius Black, who had been exonerated after the battle, had bought him a small house a block from the campus where he could stay while at school. Soon after he had moved in, he had received an owl from his once rival, Draco Malfoy. The blond Slytherin had also been accepted to the University of London, on a recommendation from Snape, he wondered if the Potions Master just gave those out to anyone, and had been wondering if he could stay with Harry, to better embrace the Muggle way of life. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but he had agreed. And finally, two weeks before term started he had gotten a phone call from a frantic Hermione Granger. She had gotten in to the university as well, on her own merit and not by the hand of a nosy Potions Master, but had been unable to sign up for a dorm room before they were all full. So he had offered her the last bedroom in his house so she didn't have to commute halfway across the large city daily.

Surprisingly, the three new housemates had gotten along pretty well together. This was due in no small part to the fact that Draco and Hermione had started dating in their final year at Hogwarts, much to the surprise of the entire student body and most of the faculty. Harry was honestly happy for them, Hermione was like a sister to him and, once Voldemort had been defeated and the pureblood movement had ended, Draco had mellowed out a lot and had turned into a decent bloke.

On that note, he finally reached his house and began fishing his keys out of his bag, as both Draco and Hermione were still in class. Once inside, he kicked off his shoes, a habit he picked up recently in an effort to keep the floor relatively clean, and dropped his bag a few feet away intending to come back for it later. He then made his way to the kitchen to put a kettle on for some tea. He froze on the threshold, however, at the sight of a tall, dark figure seated at his kitchen table.

Ammie: I know, another start to another story. Well C'est la vie, I'm writing again and that's really all that matters to me. I hope ya'll enjoy and let me know what you think.