The Demon-child

Hell's Rising

Disclaimer: I do not own Gunam Wing, nor do I own much else for that matter, so don't bother suing... all you would get it is a fangirls collection of pictures and an old TV.

Warning: OOCness, and later some more intense stuff. If you are afraid of Shounen-ai or Yaoi please don't read this and get shocked, as the later chapters are bound to have plenty of both. If you don't know what Shounen-ai or Yaoi means it is Boy on Boy.

Heero looked out of the backseat window in his car, gazing lazily at the surrounding area, taking in the surrounding area. His family had moved to America so that his dad could get a better position at the company he worked for. Heero's father was now going to be the head of the American production line. He frowned out the window at the dull community that they were moving into. All of the houses were the same dull colors of white and pale blue, same shape with two floors, two windows on the front of the top floor and a window on either side, so that one could assume that there were two rooms on the top floor. Every body even had the same color car, the color being a steady deep green.

As Heero continued to watch out his window he saw a kid outside, mowing the lawn. 'What is he doing?' Heero wondered to him self, 'It's a school day, even here in America, I mean it's only Friday. I am pretty sure it's not a break or else there would be a lot more kids outside.' Heero, in his pondering miss the announcement that they were at there new home and almost looked a fool, sitting in the car as if they were still riding.

After he had helped his parents bring in there luggage from the flight, Heero carried all of the boxes with his stuff in them upstairs and put them in the largest room, aside from the master bedroom. He was on his way to get the parts for his bed when his mother stopped him.

"Heero, is there a problem? You have been very quite recently." She asked him. Heero gave his mother a look that said, you know what is wrong, yet he didn't say a single thing. "Why don't you go out side for a bit? Just don't go too far." She said with a sigh. Heero was out the door in moments flat.

'Maybe I should go talk to that boy I saw' Heero thought, and so started walking in the direction that they had come from. Three houses from his own, there was the same boy, just finishing up mowing the lawn. For a few moments Heero just stared at him, not wanting to break the boy's smooth, graceful movements.

After a moment Heero noticed that the boy was walking away, and soon he would be unable to talk to him. "Um... E-excuse me." Heero said, hoping to catch the boy's attention.

"Yes?" The boy said, looking back over his shoulder. Heero stifled a gasp as he looked at the boy's eyes; they were blue and purple at the same time but never both. Something about the way the boy looked at him made Heero feel as if the boy could see right into his soul. "Is there any way I can help you?" the boy asked.

"Ah... I just moved here and was wondering if you could talk with me, help me get to know the area a bit, you know?" Heero looked hopeful. The boy flashed a smile, but it never came anywhere near his eyes, they kept the same look the whole time.

"I will when I am done here, if that is alright with you." He said, picking up the lawnmower bag and swinging it around him so that it rested on his shoulder.

"Uh... ye-yeah, that is fine. I am not disturbing anything else you're supposed to do, am I?" Heero asked as he followed the other boy around to a yard waste bin. The boy just shook his head as he went and dumped the bag from the lawn mower. The boy walked back over to the lawn mower and replaced the bag, then returned it to its place in the garage. The boy walked up to the door, where he knocked and an old lady came to the door.

"I have mowed the lawn." The boy said, bowing as he did so. That is not what interested Heero the most though; it was the fact that the old lady made the motion of a cross in front of her, between him and her.

"Good, now be gone with you child." She said in a shaky voice full of fear.

"Yes ma'am" he said, no emotion in his voice. He turned around and walked towards the street, looking over his shoulder to see if Heero was following him. Once they were down the street a little ways he began to talk. "I have to check in at my house first, but if I am helping others it should not be a problem." He said.

"That's fine; we should probably stop by at my house too, so that my parents will know where I am going to be." Heero said, glancing over at the other boy. They had apparently come to the house as Duo turned in to the driveway, and started right for the door. Heero noted that it was almost exactly right across the street from his house; he held back a smile at the thought that he may have a friend living right across the street from him.

The boy knocked on the door, which Heero thought was odd for someone to do at there own home, but he did not question it. A woman came to the door and when she saw the boy there she sneered in a way Heero did not like.

"What do you want, brat." She said.

"I am done mowing Mrs. Patterson's yard, and was asked by this... young man to show him around the area." The boy said.

The woman looked over at Heero and her face softened. "If you have any problems with this unruly boy just tell him to leave your sight immediately and he will." She said, and Heero caught the disgrace to the boy.

"I do not believe that will be necessary, but thank you for the information." Heero said courtly, not showing his disapproval of what had been said. He was very glad when the woman did not press the issue and the two were able to walk away from the door and back towards Heero's house.

The two boys walked over to Heero's house and he invited the boy in. "Tadaima!" Heero stated loudly as he walked in.

"What does that mean?" the boy asked

"It means 'I am home' in Japanese" Heero said in response. Then after a thought said "By the way my name is Heero"

"Oh, yes," the boy said "my name is Duo."

"Nice to meet you."

"Heero-kun you are back very soon." Heero's mom said, when she saw him. "Oh hello" she said to Duo bowing. "Welcome to our house, my apologies if it is unwell."

"Unwell?" Duo said in puzzlement "Oh you mean messy, right?"

"Oh yes" she said nodding "I am sorry my English is not very well"

"Good, not well" Duo said correcting her in a very kind, helpful tone.

"Thank you for the help"

"Thank you for allowing me to be here" Duo said in response.

"Okasan, this is Duo he is a friend I have made." Heero said, introducing them.

"You are welcome at our house any time" she told Duo then, turning to Heero said. "Your father and I fixed up your room." And with that she turned around and walked away.

"Hold on and I will get my coat." Heero said, looking over at Duo. For a split second he had a look of complete depression, so deep it seemed to portray a lack of will to live. Then as if it had never been there was a large grin plastered on Duo's face, but Heero could tell it was not a real smile, not one from joy or happiness in general, because there was no hint of smile in his eyes.

Heero dismissed it from his mind, far be it from him to tell Duo how to feel or be. He grabbed his coat off one of the boxes by the door and opened it. He had been halfway through turning around to tell his mother that he was going out again, when it hit him that it was raining outside. There had been a sudden downpour and spending even a few moments out side would leave one completely drenched.

"Or not." He stated, looking over his shoulder at Duo. Duo looked aghast at the weather outside; he walked towards the door until he came up even with Heero. After a moment of just looking out at the rain Heero looked over at Duo. The look on Duo's face made Heero wish he could just reach out and hug him. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, meeting his desire halfway.

"Oh... I am going to be in trouble again, I have to go back home, but if I go in the house wet I am bound to get a swatting." Duo said, his face showing the most emotion that Heero had seen out of him yet.

"So why don't you stay here until the rain lets up?" Heero offered, watching Duo's face, even as Duo watched the rain, in hopes that his suggestion helped to ease Duo's plight.

"I... I can't do that. If I am not needed to help I have to return home to do something else." Duo responded, making his way past Heero and a little ways out the door before Heero could put his hand on Duo's shoulder. Duo looked back at Heero, over the shoulder that he held. In his look Heero could see a deep, long lived sadness, and when Heero let him self look past Duo's mask there was fear, he didn't know what of, but it was fear none the less.

Heero let himself relax into a soft, friendly smile. "But I do need your help. I don't know much about America, except what we are taught in school, and that is only formal stuff. I don't have any knowledge of trends here." Heero had released his grip on Duo's shoulder but kept the smile in plain view, it would not do well to hide his only friendly side just yet. Soon a small smile crept onto Duo's face and this time, though the smile was small, it showed fully in his eyes. "Let's go up to my room, there we can talk without being in anybodies way."

The two wandered up the stairs, as they ascended to the second floor they saw lush forest green carpet on the landing, white colored walls with a tint of blue to them. Heero's mother, or father, had already hung some of there family pictures on the walls. There were three rooms in the house, one of them, the master bedroom, on the first floor, and the other two on the second. There was a long stretch of hall with one room on either side. Heero moved towards the room on the right, which he had put his stuff in earlier.

As he walked into the room Heero got a strange feeling, as if things were just right, and all things where in the places they should be. His bed frame was propped against the wall, same as his mattress. All of his boxes were staked up the wall with the window facing the road. Placed haphazardly against another wall was his dresser, with wall mounted shelves laid on top. Heero picked up one of the back pieces and looked around at the walls, judging where the best place for them would be. Duo grinned and held out his hands to relieve Heero of the piece of shelving, walking over to a spot next to one of the windows, the one facing the road, he placed it up on the wall, so that the highest shelf would be just above arms reach, but only for so long. Heero nodded, smiling, because that was the exact place that it looked the most natural.

After an hour or so of rearranging, they had the bones of his room lied out. They had been talking the whole time and soon Heero felt that there couldn't be much more to learn. As he began to put away his clothes and other items he recited what Duo had taught him so far. He noted that Duo never had to stop and correct him and dually noted that he seemed very interested in everything that he was saying.

As soon as Heero was finished Duo spoke up. "Yes, you have everything down pretty well, but, you know, I think you're fine the way you are." This made Heero look directly at him, the shorter, tanner boy was looking down at his shoes. When he finally looked up at Heero, with only his eyes, a faint blush crossed his face and they both just stood there, staring into each others eyes. In Duo's eyes Heero could see a desperate soul; someone needed a rock, a steady place or person that would keep his poor tattered heart from bursting into thousands of pieces. As Heero looked into Duo's eyes, Duo looked back; seeing there a boy who had never really trusted anyone, who was lonely, but had been hurt and didn't want to be any further.

The two stood there in silence for what could have been seconds, or could have been hours, neither knew. Both were pulled from there thoughts, and soul searching as Heero's mother knocked on his door. She had come up to see how the boys were doing and to tell them that it was very late and that dinner was ready. At that comment Duo jumped as if someone had put a sewing pin to his backside.

"Dinner time already!" Duo exclaimed, looking at the clock that he and Heero had found the perfect place for, only to find out the clock still needed to be set. Sure enough the time was 7:00, the sky was starting to tinge a darker shade of blue, but the sun was not yet to the horizon. "Oh no! I am going to be in serious trouble now, I am sure of it." The look in Duo's eyes prompted Heero to act, and before he even knew what was going on both Duo and his mother were looking at him. "What?" Duo asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"I said, why don't you eat dinner over here? We could always call your house and tell them that we invited you to dinner. That wouldn't be a problem would it?" Heero's question was received with a chorus of shakes from the two on lookers.

"Well, I did make enough for you incase you were going to stay."

"If you invite me, they won't say anything about me not being at home just yet."

"Then we should probably call over to tell them."

"Yes, and I should not turn down such a kind and generous offer."

Heero just stood there, smiling softly too him self. It worked, he didn't know what it was but it had worked. For some reason he wanted to get closer to Duo, the boy was open and optimistic, despite his obvious depression about himself, and he was very good looking. He wouldn't describe it as beautiful, for there were thing about Duo that were quite masculine, but he was also too feminine to call handsome. Even so he was far from looking unattractive. Heero had also unwittingly invited a night of chaos and havoc, and that he had already reached the point of no return.

TBC

Authors Note: After the two years it has been since I started this story I have realized that need to fix some problems in the story set up, and also revise the story line a bit, which means I will be replacing chapters… and some stuff may just be going away all together. I hope that people will return and read my story once more, and I hope this time to write a story that my readers will understand much better. Thank you. Reviews and constructive criticism are always more than welcome… and flames… flames too… I am cold XD