Welcome to the second chapter! Woot Woot! Hehehe…

I'll try to write a flashback in every chapter, that will explain the past and all…

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the song 'For the heart I once had' by Nightwish

For the heart I once had

Chapter 2.

Heaven today is but a way
To a place I once called home
Heart of a child, one final sigh
As another love goes cold

Once my heart beat to the rhythm of the falling snow
Blackened below, the river now flows
A stream of molten virgin snow

For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had

Living today without a way
To understand the weight of the world
Faded and torn, old and forlorn
My weak and hoping heart

For the child, for the light
For the heart I once had
I'll believe and foresee
Everything I could ever be

For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had

Time will not heal a Dead Boys scars
Time will kill

For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music flows, because it longs
For the heart I once had

The boy she had once knew, had grown up into a handsome man with a mysterious appearance. This was a man, not a boy. She had had him once. One night. She had been fourteen and she had slipped into his room. He had been surprised when he woke up to find her standing next to his bed.

But he had changed. The boy was no longer there… this was a man. A man with a past. A man who had fought in the war. And now he had a name. Trowa Barton. He was no longer Nanashi, the lost boy her mother had found. But what could she expect after five years of not seeing him?

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Quatre entered the room and smiled when he saw Aalia sitting with her back against the pillows. She looked at him and her eyes widened. "Quatre…"

She looked so much like his mother…

She reached out when he stood next to her bed and wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug. He hugged her back. "Finally…" she whispered.

He pulled back slightly and saw that tears were rolling down her cheeks. He wiped them away.

"Mom always talked about you," she said.

Quatre smiled. "You look like her."

She smiled back. "Yes, and you have her eyes."

They talked about everything. Their family, Aalia's time in the basement, Quatre's fighting in the war.

Trowa had left the room when Quatre arrived, giving them some privacy. After an hour he returned.

Quatre looked at Trowa and smiled. "Thanks. For saving her, I mean."

Trowa nodded. "It's okay."

Aalia smiled too, a grateful glint in her eyes.

Quatre stood up. "I have to go now. I have to make a couple of phone calls," he said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Trowa followed Quatre out of the room. When they were in the hallway he spoke up. "I'll take her to Europe when she is released."

Quatre nodded. "It's the best for her safety, right?"

"Yeah. You don't mind, do you?"

"Well you steal my sister away…" Quatre grinned slightly, "But I can visit her plenty of times."

Trowa grinned back.

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He could still remember the night she had slipped into his room. She had been shy but certain about the thing she wanted from him. And he had not hesitated to give it to her.

The girl he had had one night had turned into a woman. A woman who had been held captive by a man who thought about her as his property. But he would take care of her.

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Two weeks later Aalia was released from the hospital. She still had to follow a special diet and she was still a bit weak. She couldn't walk for a long time and had to rest a lot. Trowa had booked a flight to Brussels airport.

When they were finally seated in the airplane Aalia spoke up: "What will happen now?"

Trowa looked at her. "You can stay at my place. I don't know. What do you want to do? Find a job or do you want to study?"

She looked thoughtfully. "I don't know yet… Maybe I could do both… But first, I want to enjoy my freedom!"

He smiled slightly. "Yeah, you should. There is only one little problem…"

"And that is?"

"I don't have a bed in the guestroom. We have to share a bed."

She raised an eyebrow. "So? You call that a problem?"

He smirked slightly. She smirked back.

No, it really wouldn't be a problem, he thought.

During the flight Aalia fell asleep. Her head rested against his shoulder. Her blond hair tickled on his arm, but he didn't care. He watched her sleep. During her time in the hospital she had gained some weight and now she looked much better. There was only one thing he worried about.

Aalia was having nightmares about her time in the basement. She didn't remember them, because the doctor had given her some sleeping pills. She had needed to rest a lot to gain strength and the doctor wanted her to sleep well. She hadn't woken up from her nightmares in the hospital, but what would happen now? She didn't take the sleeping pills anymore. He frowned slightly. He knew Aalia had to get psychic help. He knew she would refuse it. She was too proud to admit she needed help. So he had to convince her.

She shifted slightly in her sleep, getting more comfortable against him. She made a small noise in the back of her throat. A slight smile appeared on his face. He was glad to have her back in his life. During his training to become a Gundam Pilot she had been a welcome distraction. They had been good friends. When her mother died he had taken care of her.

Aalia had never known her father was the one responsible for her time in the basement. He had found out about his wife's betrayal and the child she had taken with her. And so he sought revenge. Trowa knew her father had regretted his actions, but he couldn't do anything about it afterwards. Aalia had been promised to Afzal Kadeem. His brother had been in charge of 'breaking the girls spirit'. Trowa really didn't want to think of the things that man had done to her and had tried to do to her… Trowa himself had killed Arren when he had tried to rape Aalia. Aalia had fled the room. She had promised to meet him outside. But Afzal had taken Aalia. Things had gone way out of hand back then. Afzal had made him believe Aalia was dead. He still couldn't figure out how he could have believed that bastard.

But she was alright now…

She shifted again, muttering some words in Arabian. She frowned in her sleep.

The first signs of a nightmare. Trowa put his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. "Aalia," he said softly, "Aalia, wake up."

She didn't wake up and shifted again. "No… Leave me alone," she muttered.

"Aalia."

"Don't… don't touch me…" A desperate plea.

"Aalia," he repeated, louder this time, "Aalia, wake up."

He shook her again. She jolted away, gasping. "What… where…"

"Calm down," he said, "Are you alright?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "I think so…"

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She looked at him in fear. Would he really?

He approached her, a mad glint in his eyes. "I'm going to break your spirit, you little whore," he said.

"No," she crept back against the wall, "Leave me alone."

Due to her sprained ankle she couldn't move too fast. He smirked. He knew. He grabbed her shoulders roughly. "You're going to pay for sleeping with that nameless bastard."

"Don't… Don't touch me." She tried to push him away.

He slapped her against her cheek. She fell down on the ground. She tried to move away, but he grabbed her hair, tugging it painfully. She cried out in pain. "Stop it! You're hurting me."

"That's the idea, whore." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He lifted her up in a painful grip and threw her down on the table that was standing in the room. He held her down and looked into her eyes.

She struggled against his grip. "Let go of me!"

She tried to kick him, but he moved out of the way quickly. He hid her again and grabbed the collar of her shirt. He tore her shirt open and smirked when she struggled harder.

"Nanashi!" she cried out for him.

Arran growled angrily. "Silence!"

He pressed his hand down on her mouth and hissed in her ear. "One more word or I'll kill you."

She bit him in his hand. He shouted in anger and pain and pulled back his hand.

"Nanashi!"

He had to come. He wouldn't leave her with some lunatic. She rolled off the table and landed on the ground with a painful thud. She had to keep moving, so Arren couldn't grab her again.

"Nanashi, help!"

Suddenly someone banged on the door. Arren had locked the door. There was no way someone could enter the room, unless… A gunshot sounded and the lock gave away. The door flew open and Nanashi aimed his gun at Arren's head. Aalia ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

He wrapped his free arm around her. "Are you alright?"

She clung to him. "My ankle hurts."

"I'll get you out of here." Nanashi glared at Arren, "But first I have to take care of something else."

Aalia stepped back. "I'll meet you outside," she whispered in his ear.

He nodded and let go of her.

She tried to walk as fast as she could and left the building. She stood outside, waiting. She heard the gunshot that took Arren's life. She sighed in relief. He would never hurt her again. Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm and a hand was pressed against her mouth. She stiffened.

"Hello there, little whore…"

Afzal! What was he doing here? He was supposed to be out of the country!

"I'll make sure that nameless boy never finds you again."

The hand was removed from her mouth, but before she could scream a cloth was pressed against it. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! Nanashi! She struggled and held her breath. Afzal started to drag her away. The need to breath came and she gasped into the cloth. She felt dizzy. No! No! Nanashi, where are you?

The dizziness got stronger. She knew she would lose consciousness soon. She was dragged into the back of a van and the doors slammed shut. The van immediately drove away. Tears burned in her eyes. Nanashi, I'm sorry…

She drifted away into blackness…

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Trowa opened the door to his apartment to let Aalia in. She walked inside, a small smile on her face. She looked around in the living room. "It's nice," she said.

"Hn…" Trowa stood next to her.

It was past midnight and he was tired. He dropped his bag on the ground. He would unpack it tomorrow morning. "Come," he said.

She followed him to his bedroom. He opened the closed and grabbed a t-shirt. "You can borrow this. You'll need to buy new clothes."

She smiled and took the shirt from his. "Can we go tomorrow? I still have a bank account even Afzal didn't knew about."

He nodded. He showed her the bathroom where she changed into the shirt he had given her. When she returned he was already lying in bed. She crawled under the covers and turned towards him. He looked at her. He pushed the thought that she looked good in his bed to the back of his mind. There was no need to become involved with her again.

"Why did you want me to come along with you?" she asked.

"I made your mother a promise."

"Hmm…" she closed her eyes. "Thank you."

He was amazed how quickly she fell asleep. Well, the flight and all the walking they had to do had taken its toll on her. He just hoped she wouldn't have nightmares. He turned off the light and closed his eyes.

He had tomorrow off. He had to go shopping with her… he cringed at the thought. Duo had once told him he had taken Hilde out shopping. He had waited hours in front of the fitting rooms. He hoped Aalia wouldn't let him wait for that long. Nah, she was different. She wouldn't do that to him… And he had to get her a bed. One of her own. She would probably want to decorate the guest room to her likings. He wouldn't protest. He lived in this apartment on his own and he had to admit that it had been lonely. Aalia was nice company.

He had to get that box out of his closet. It contained some of her stuff that he had hidden away during the war. He was glad that he kept it. She would be really happy to have it back…

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