Alright.  This is the first part of my wonderful (hah!) Gundam Wing/CLAMP Campus (School) Detectives fic.  I hope you enjoy.  The next piece should come out some time in the next millennium.

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Sparks of Genius

A GW/CCD crossover by Treize (The Prince of Dragons)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned all of these cuties, but I don't.  Oh, well.  It's not like I'm making money off of them or anything...

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"Ninmu ryoukai." Heero stood, closing his laptop with a click. The mission instructions had included a rendezvous place to meet up with the other pilots in the next few hours. He would have to hurry if he wanted to be on time.

**

The rendezvous spot was a nice house in the outskirts of a city. Heero hurried inside, so as not to be spotted. Everyone except Duo was already there. They all looked up from the plans they were studying. Quatre gave Heero a smile; Wufei and Trowa simply nodded. A few seconds later, an out of breath Duo rushed in. "I'm really sorry, I'm late, but I had too run. It's too far between here and the last safe house," the braided death complained.

If Duo had been expecting sympathy, he was sorely disappointed. His statement made no visible impression on Trowa, whose one visible green eye showed no emotion at all, and Heero, who had been glowering at him since Duo had walked in.  Wufei rolled his eyes, while Quatre heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, Duo," the blond apologized contritely, "but we needed someplace close enough to the school with being in the actual city."

Duo shrugged. "So what's going on?" he wanted to know. "All I was told was something about getting information from a school. Why do all of us need to be there?" Scanning the room, his eyes fell on the plans that had been laid out. He waltzed over to get a better look at them. And whistled sharply. "If these are the plans for the school, I'm impressed. I've seen OZ bases with less security."

"Those are only part of the plans. We haven't been able to get the rest of them." Quatre explained to the rest of the group, as well as Duo.

"Maxwell is correct. What is so special about this school?" Wufei put in, slightly confused. 

There were assenting nods from the two quieter pilots along with Duo's incessant barrage of questions. Quatre put up his hands and motioned for them (or more precisely, Duo) to silence and give him their attention. It took a few tries, but Duo eventually ran out of questions and turned to Quatre for the answers. "Maybe I should start at the beginning."

"Always a good place to start," Duo cracked. Wufei, the closest one to

Duo, clamped a hand over his mouth and Quatre threw a grateful look his way.

"The school that we're infiltrating is the CLAMP School. It... well, how do I explain it?"  At this point Quatre began to dig in the pile of papers that were on the table. Finally he pulled out an official looking document with a silly, cartoonish looking blowfish face serving as a seal. The pilot of Sandrock handed copies of the paper to each of the other pilots. "This is basically the school in its entirety." 

The document read:

"CLAMP School integrates all levels of education, from kindergarten through graduate school. It was founded by the Imonoyama Group, the largest financial group in Japan, using their private funds, to become a modest educational facility for the young adults who carry the future of the world on their shoulders. Dormitories, banks, hospitals, and facilities of every kind are available in this large city-school in which students, faculty, staff, and their relatives, a total of over 10,000, live, work, and study. The school opens its doors for all persons with some talent, regardless of class or wealth. CLAMP School is known for its plethora of exceptionally bright individuals. On the other hand, it is also known for its love of festivities."

"Cool! Festivities, huh? I hope I get to go to some!" Duo cheered managing to shake off Wufei's hand.

"Well," Quatre continued, smiling at Duo's outburst, "I split up some of the assignments that need to get done to even attempt getting into the school.  One of the problems is that the security for the campus is rumored to be nearly perfect and no visitors can go in or out without them knowing. Duo, you and Heero need to forge documents to get us in. Wufei can you-" he broke off, looking abashed. "Gomen! I didn't mean to try act as leader. I know a bit about the school, and..." He bit his lip. Trowa put a gentle hand on the smaller boy's shoulder and graced him with a little smile. Quatre seemed comforted by this and let his words die off.

Heero nodded curtly. "That seems to be alright. Trowa, Quatre, Wufei. 

Get supplies and anything else we might need."

With that the meeting adjourned.

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Soon the morning that they would go to the CLAMP School arrived.  Even Duo got up on time, he was so excited. The uniforms were a little tight, but not anything they couldn't handle. "Maxwell?" A voice interrupted his thoughts.  Duo turned to face Wufei, sitting at the kitchen counter with Quatre and Trowa.  "I thought we weren't all going to be students. It would be less suspicious if some of us were staff," Wufei stated. The braided pilot shrugged. 

"We couldn't bypass some of the stuff you had to input for most of the staff, so we had to trash that plan and input all of our names on the student roster." Wufei's eyebrows rose when he realized Duo had been saying that he and Heero couldn't hack completely into the computer system. The other pilots' reactions were just as shocked. Quatre's mouth was open so wide that it might have been disjointed, and Trowa's one visible eye was wide.

Nodding seriously, Duo slid into a seat at the table. "I sure hope the computers are easier to get into once we're inside the place," he murmured.

**

Nokoru was having a good day. It was already lunchtime and he had only been mobbed three times, most of the mountain of paperwork had been finished yesterday, and Suoh had spent most of the morning leaning over his shoulder. 

Yes, Nokoru decided, he could get anything done as long as Suoh was there. 

Now he was to have lunch with the Chairman. He liked spending time with her, he always felt comfortable sitting in her presence. Soon the short detective arrived at their designated lunch spot, out of the way in one of the gardens.

She had arrived before him, but that was not uncommon nor was anything else about her, but something nagged at Nokoru, telling him that something was wrong. Chairman nodded at him with a smile, motioning for him to have a seat. "It is good to find the time to have lunch with you Nokoru-kun. We have both been so busy lately." Nokoru nodded back, always polite. The pair made small talk for a while, until Chairman turned a solemn look to the blond boy. "Nokoru-kun, I have a case for your Tanteidan. It is of utmost secrecy, as I have no wish to alarm the student body."  Unconsciously, Nokoru leaned closer to hear what she had to say. "There are five students that I neither remember nor have files on. They essentially have their names on the roster and class lists and only that."

Brilliant blue eyes widened to an almost comic size at this information, and the young boy barely managed to keep from jumping in shock. "And you want us to find out the identities of these intruders and their plans." Nokoru deduced. 

Chairman nodded grimly, "Yes. I leave this important case in the capable hands of the CLAMP Gakuen tanteidan." She rose gracefully, daintily taking the proffered helping hand. "Be careful Nokoru-kun." He smiled at her and they parted ways, until their next meeting.

Watching her back, Nokoru smiled and pulled out his fan, snapping it open. "I shall do my best," he said quietly.

**

Later that day Nokoru approached his fellow council members. Suoh looked up, more annoyed than normal, as the blond boy had obviously been skipping out on his council duties again today, and the piles of paper had started to accumulate again. Before he could open his mouth, however, Nokoru spoke. 

"Suoh, Akira, we have a very large mystery on our hands." Quickly the president outlined what the Chairman had told him of the five mysterious students that had entered the school.

Both boys were stunned. Suoh was making an effort to stay calm and collected, but his eyebrows were almost high enough to look like they were in danger of falling off and the look his eyes could only be described as shell-shocked. The younger Akira wasn't even making an effort to contain his astonishment. His mouth gaped and his eyes were easily the size of saucers. 

"They don't have files?  Hidoi! I thought the Chairman remembered every student, like you, Kaichou!" Akira nearly shouted. 

Collecting his wits and composure, Suoh laid a gentle hand on the treasurer's shoulder. "Calm down, Ijyuin. There may be a good explanation. 

I suggest we collect what data we can find on these five before we confront them." 

Nokoru smiled, flipping open his fan (which had the kanji for "How intelligent" written on it). "That is a wonderful idea, Suoh! I have their pictures and the class list. I will go and speak with the teachers. If any of the students have problems in their classes, the teachers should come to us first, that way we can get information out of them first-hand! Akira, Suoh, both of you should also talk to any people in their classes who might know something." With that said, he flipped open a drawer and pulled out five pictures and a long list. "Heero Yuy," Nokoru pointed to the first boy with short brown hair and cool blue eyes looking out of the photograph with an icy stare, "10th grade, class S. Quatre Winner" he pointed to the next, a blond this time who was smiling slightly at the camera, "10th, class K. Wufei Chang," the Chinese boy in the picture was glowering, "10th, class Y. Trowa Barton, hmmm, I wonder how he got his hair to do tha- itai!" Nokoru blinked up at Suoh, who had hit him. The martial artist made a "get on with it already" motion towards the picture of the green-eyed boy watching calmly out of the picture. "Right. Trowa Barton, 10th, class K. The last," he pointed with a flourish to the last, a picture of a cheerfully smiling person with a long braid, "is a girl, Duo Maxwell, 10th, class H."

The others sweatdropped. "Ne, Kaichou, I think Duo's male," Akira pointed out.

Fluttering his fan slightly, Nokoru bent down to inspect the photo. "Oh, I do believe you're correct, Akira!" He laughed behind his fan, a sound with a slight touch of nervousness, that, nevertheless, the other boys noticed. 

"Well, shouldn't we get going?" As the sixth grader sauntered out of the room with Akira in tow, Suoh looked around at the paperwork piled around and sighed. The work obviously wasn't going to get done anytime soon.

**

The next few days were a blur for both the groups. Nokoru and the

Tanteidan gathered all the information they could on the mysterious students, while the pilots got themselves settled into school life and gathered everything they could find about the security of the place. Soon the pilots found that they could do very well even in the high level courses offered by the CLAMP School. Most of the classes anyway.

"A 30 in Physics again!? Oh man..." Duo moaned, pillowing his head in his hands. The teacher gave him a stern look and continued to hand out the papers.  The young boy banged his head on the desk a few times and waited for class to be over so he could go hide.

Eventually the bell rang. Before Duo could make his way out the door the teacher called him over. "Maxwell-kun, since you have been having a great deal of trouble in this subject I have decided to get you a tutor." Sighing, Duo nodded.  It wasn't something he had particularly desired, but it wasn't wholly unexpected either.  The teacher smiled and waved a dismissal, "I will find someone and let you know when your first meeting is.  Have a nice afternoon, Maxwell-kun." As soon as Duo left, the teacher stood up and walked down the hall.

**

The door to the Elementary Division Council opened quietly. Nokoru looked up automatically, noting the high school lower level physics teacher that had entered. If he remembered correctly, and he always did, she taught the class that Duo Maxwell was in. "Good afternoon, Hagana-sensei. What can I do for you?" He stood and strolled down to where she was standing, and bowed.  "Is there anything I can help you with?" 

She smiled, charmed by the young man. "Why yes, Nokoru-kun, there is. 

Do you remember that cheerful boy, Duo, that you told me to keep you updated about?"  The detective nodded, although he inwardly winced at the memory of his initial mistake about Duo's gender, looking up curiously at her and she continued. "Well, he is having trouble in my class, and I was wondering if you would mind tutoring him.  After all, you are quite proficient in that subject."

Nokoru smiled sweetly. "It would be my pleasure, especially if it would help such a lovely lady as yourself. I can meet with him later today, if he's free." Hagana-sensei broke into a happy grin, charmed beyond belief by the winning sixth grader's impeccable manners.

"I will tell him that your meeting will be at," she thought for a moment, "is six o'clock alright by you?" When he nodded, she bowed and turned to leave. "Six o'clock it is, then." With that the young teacher left. 

Sitting back down, Nokoru folded his arms and reclined back in his chair, ignoring the pile of papers his foot narrowly missed knocking over as he put his feet on the desk. "Well, I suppose now I have an official reason to meet one of our mystery boys."

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