His Secrets

Zero (me): Well, I went on a field trip...

Heero: ....for church. *Gags*

Zero: YES! I some how got myself into some class thing and, THERE'S NO WAY OUT!

Heero: anyway...

Zero: in this trip, I went to Columbus, Ohio to... do whatever, and we stopped by an orphanage. We (meaning my class and me) only saw two of the older ones, but, let me tell you! The houses they got are huge! Maybe not HUGE, but, you get my point...

Heero: anyway

Zero: we also got an idea of what they get to do daily and why most of them are there in the first place. The latter was sad, but I think they're lucky for the first one... Most did not lose their parents, as Heero will, but their parents could not be trusted with them or not care. Wish I could've seen more of them, the orphans.

Heero: what do ya mean, 'as Heero will'?

Zero: *looks at Heero sadly* you'll find out.

Heero: *shudders*

Zero: anyway, Disclaimer. Wish I owned at least Heero, but then I'd make this a TV show and not just a fic. Get the picture? I don't own him...but I think I own this story and most of its characters for the most part... *nods*

Heero: *mutters* don't take my line...

P.S. I change verb tense in different peoples' POV to describe how they felt in the time that had already passed. Hope it's not too confusing.

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His POV
I heard them, not even an hour ago, talking about me. I don't think I'm going to be here much longer- alive, anyway.

The snores next to my bed show I'm alone, how peaceful this place can be. For the younger kids. The two sevens and one six-year-old I room with can fall asleep in seconds here, at this orphanage. I wish I could.

I've been here since I turned one. That's what they tell me anyway. That my parents died in a war almost thirteen years ago. This was the only place for me. But, they decided not to take on the older, un-adopted kids anymore. They killed three, with shots or bullets, already. I'm next. I'm the oldest one here.

They said I just take up room and oxygen that, if they don't get rid of me for good, that's all I'll ever do. Nobody wants a fourteen-year-old war orphan. Not when they can get a one-year-old.

They'll kill me, once I reach fifteen years, I'm sure of it. They don't care about us orphans or how we feel. But, I'll welcome death when it comes. There's no reason to fight it; there's nothing for me here. Never has been, never will be. I almost wish I were going in the morning.

Life is worse than hell. I mean it. There's no point to it. No one gives a darn for me whatsoever. The ones that did didn't live long to tell about it. I just wish it would end...

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Hm, guess I fell asleep. Maybe it is peaceful enough here at night. We're being led out; now, room-by-room to get the small breakfast that awaits us. Our room gets called and we file past the guard. I flinch as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other; I know what's coming. And it does. He pulls a whip out of nowhere and lashes me smartly across my face. My head didn't move on impact, and I guess that's why he's suddenly ticked at me. But, I manage to slip away before he can so much as blink.

I decide to stay away, wandering down empty halls. Soon, I find a corner and curl up in it, waiting to die. Surely, without food in this place, it wouldn't take too long.

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Her POV

I'm going to get a new 'sibling' today, Whoopee. I should be happy, but it's hard to get excited over anything anymore. My birthdays pass almost without my noticing; except for the fact I get a few gifts. But, it doesn't matter to me.

I am currently the only child, but mother wants to change that. After my birth, something happened to her-don't ask me what-and she can't produce any more children. So, she's going to do some good and adopt.

This'd better be good. We have to leave just as one of my friends gets online. Oh well.

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Hm... this place isn't too bad. It needs a little paint, but... The inside reeks of blood! There's pain in here. But my mother seems not to notice, so I ignore it.

A man walks up to us, greets us, and goes on to explain about the place, the kids in it, and what bisness mother has here. She responds and they walk off, leaving me. I shrug and walk around, trying to spot any of the orphans.

I walk into a clod room. It makes my skin crawl and I can feel someone else is in here, also. I walk to the nearest wall and flip on the light switch. In a corner, there's a little boy. Well, maybe not 'little,' but he's thin and curled up in a corner, and he looks about my age, so you get the point.

His brown hair looks frozen; the way it sticks out in a pointy mass like that. His eyes are closed and his mouth is half open. He doesn't move, not even for breath.

'Maybe he's dead?' I walk closer, closer. When I'm less than a yard off, I can see the gentle rise and fall of his thin chest.

His eyes flicker, blink, then open and stare straight at me. Those deep, blue eyes. They're so...emotionless, so...cold.

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His POV

I awake, unfortunately, in the same, cold room. Only, there's someone else in here with me. I blink, clearing my vision. A girl, about my age, is kneeling not too far off, looking at me. I stare back. Her dark brown hair, almost black, frames her face. Her bright, deep green eyes seem to look past me, into me. I stare back.

None of us talk, not one sound.

She stands, offering me her hand. I look at it, and then at her, thinking it's a trick of some kind. I shrink back, not in fright, in hate- loathing. Not necessarily at her. Mostly at myself.

I can't die, can't kill myself. I'm too weak to do either. I have to live in this world, until someone gets the idea and shoots me.

I bring my eyes up from her feet, where they had been looking at the ground, to her face once more. She looks slightly shocked at my appearance but in a way, a more of an expected shock. She just stands there, in front of and above me. She looks normal, in her blue jeans and black T-shirt, but she won't stop looking at me. I suddenly notice her hands are back down at her sides.

With a jolt, I suddenly think of hope; maybe someone can understand me! But, luckily, the thought passes quickly. There is no hope for me, not now not ever. That's the only truth I know.

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Her POV

He won't look at me, save for that quick glance. He stares at the floor. I'd think he's sad about something, but he's too emotionless to show sadness, it seems.

I stand there, not knowing what to do with myself. I wanted to help him- and I just couldn't leave him there- but I couldn't seem to get close to him. It's like he doesn't want me there, that he wants to be alone...

Seeing him- his worn-out clothes, his weak condition, his state of mind- I felt really lucky. Extremely lucky.

He turns to look at something, revealing the other side of his face. I gasp, seeing a long, jagged slash mark still red against his pale skin.

It's as if I pushed a button. His eyes widen, either in terror of the mark being found or the waiting to get hit again.

A few minutes pass and he finally looks up at me. I think he's wondering why I hadn't hit him already for whatever it was he had done. I look into his eyes, trying to tell him he needn't be afraid now.

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His POV

I couldn't look at that strange girl in front of me. I just wanted to rot away, alone. I turned my head to one side, getting her fully out of my view. Then she gasped. My eyes widened as I braced myself for the blow I was sure would come. I knew I did something. She wouldn't have gasped like that for no reason. I was the only other living thing in the room.

I look up at her, bewildered. Why didn't the blow come? If anyone else here gasped like that, I'd already have a black eye. Her green eyes gave me the feeling she was looking at something other than my outside appearance. Those deep, dark green eyes...they were darker now, like a forest.

She smiles slightly. It's a nice smile. At least, nice compared to the instructor's or the guard's smiles.

She takes a step towards me. I try to back away, but I'm already in the corner. I wait. I'm not scared, not of her. I just want...to leave this world, forever.

Instead of hitting me, she sits down next to me. She doesn't touch me, or even try to. She just leans against the wall right next to me. I feel calm now, calmer than I've felt in a long time. Of course, I still don't trust this stranger, but she was the closest thing here to a friend.

Footsteps and voices approaching startle me. I hug my knees to my chest and huddle deep into the corner, making myself as small as possible.

The instructor-the boss- is coming.

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Her POV

The boy seemed to calm down a bit as I sat there with him. He sure was strange. The sounds of voices and footfalls in the hall outside this room made him stiffen.

I stand, hearing my mom's voice. I wonder if she found another child already or what. She enters the room, no doubt looking for me. Her arms are still empty; no baby. And no toddler follows her in.

Then she sees the brown-haired boy next to me.

The man, the same one that had greeted us, sees him as well and rushes over, whip in hand, muttering something about finding a little maggot. I stand, frozen. It feels almost impossible to move. The man lashes out with the whip, striking the boy. He utters no sound, only shuts his eyes and braces himself for the next blow.

Before the man could strike him again, I find the strength I need and move to stand between the kid and the adult. The whip comes down again, but I'm ready for it. I take the blow.
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Zero: the end!!! Actually, there are more chaps but I gotta get typing those!!

Heero: *moans* I'm an idiot in here!

Zero: no your not. You're adorable still! *smiles*

Heero: Read this and review telling her *points at me* that she can't just make me an orphan like that!

Zero: yes, please review! If you don't like something or whatever, let me know!