Title: Lost
Rating: R
Warnings: This story includes adult topics such as; child abuse, child molestation, yaoi (1x2 and some 3x4/13x5), self-mutilation, and death. This is also an AU fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Summary: When they were seven, Heero and Duo were inseparable. Then one day, Duo was taken by Social Services. Now, ten years later, Heero is a high school senior, when Duo suddenly finds his way back into his life. The problem? Duo doesn't remember anything from his childhood.

Thanks To The Reviewers
Kate: Great....I have a pantless Duo walking around now... -___-;; I know you love angst.
Tia: *glares* Shut up! I know how to count!  Everyone knows about Duo because they ALL use to play with him.
AYA:  I'm glad you like it!  I'll try and update as quickly as I can but it's going to start getting slow after this chapter.
princess2000204:  I'm updating! ^_^; Although, it's going to start getting a little slow, but the story won't be dieing, I'll just have school crap to deal with.
Nobara:  I'm glad you like the story.  However, I think I have found my writing voice because when I post something it manages to stick out among the rest.   It may not get as many reviews as some of the other stories, but I get compliments in reviews, emails, and in IMs.  Also, I have a beta reader; it's just that she's busy with her own works, so I just use the ABC/Grammar check on Word.  It does as good a job as my beta reader.  I'm sorry if this sounded rude, because it wasn't meant to be rude.
aspara:  I was going more for angst then cute. ^_^ But cute will do! I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Cat Youkai: -____-;; I know you won't stop reading this, which is why I'm telling you know that you can't bitch because of something I write in this.
Shori Musei:  Oh! Let me help you kill TOM! __ The bastard... ^__^;
me:  ^_^ I'll update it! It isn't allowed to die.... _ *glares at muses*
PATTY 40:  I'm glad you like it! ^__^ And some of the stuff your niece writes is so adorable!!
j: o_O Yeah...I did... ^__^ I'm glad you like it so much.
bina_bug:  ^__^ I'm continuing!! I'll finish this fic!....sometime during the summer! _ It'll take me that long to have every written and posted.
Windy River: I'm glad you like it. 
Lisha: O_O What do you mean you don't feel anything?! _ Sorry, but you can't have the eyeliner wearing Duo. ^__^; *hoards him*
Rena Lupin:  _ You'll find out later....and it won't be good....
LadyDragonWolfKnight:  ^_^ Up, the baka is back.
Lindsey Miranda:  _ Damn....you ruined ending... _

Chapter Three
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          Heero had sent the week looking around for Duo.  Even with Quatre and Treize's descriptions, he was unable to.  Now, he was sitting in Quatre and Treize's first hour, waiting for Duo to show up.  Trowa was helping Quatre with his math, and Wufei was working on his history homework.  Treize and Heero were sitting boredly in their chairs. Heero finished all of his homework the night before and therefore was waiting for his friends to finish theirs.  Sighing, Heero allowed his eyes to close slowly.

          "Umm...excuse me, but could you please move to a different seat?"  A shy, timid voice asked next to Heero.

          Heero opened his eyes, and looked into zombie-like violet ones.  "Sorry," he said, moving from the chair.

          "It's okay..." Duo muttered, moving to sit down in his chair.

          Heero glanced over at Quatre and Treize, who nodded sadly. He watched as Duo shyly, nervously, took his seat.  The Japanese youth couldn't believe that this was the Duo he once knew.  He wouldn't believe it.  The Duo he remembered was loud, obnoxious, and smiled.  But the Duo in front of him was shy, nervous, and scared, like someone had kicked him too many times.  Sighing, Heero sat down in the chair opposite of Duo. 

          Nothing was said after Duo had shown up.  Heero couldn't think of anything.  He would have brought up times from the past, but if Quatre was right, Heero figured Duo would think him insane.  At this point, Heero thought he was insane.  He chided himself silently.  You can't see someone for the first time in ten years and think that you can pick up where you left off, he said to himself. He was right too.  Even if he remembered Duo, he doubt if Duo remembered him.  He sighed, and left the room when the bell rang.  He decided to talk to his parents about Duo that night.

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          Heero walked into his house, taking his shoes off at the door, placing them next to the other two pairs.  His was a little surprised that his parents were home so early.  He figured they were there to pick up some clothes and go on some trip that they couldn't get out of.  He sighed.  Heero hardly ever saw his parents anymore.  They were always busy with work and charity functions.  Not that Heero minded.  It always gave him time to think.  Of course, there were times he'd start thinking about Duo and then he wished they were with him.

          Heero headed into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.  He allowed the chilled air to beat against his face for a few seconds before shutting the door.  Walking out of the kitchen, Heero went down the hall to the living room, only to find his parents and a few other people.  His mother and father were sitting on the loveseat, while a couple in their fifties and another women, who looked to be in her forties, took up the bigger couch.  Heero looked at the five adults, confused as to why there were there.

          "Hello, sweetie," Ms. Lowe said to him.  "Go pull up a chair, we need to talk."

          Heero nodded and went to grab a chair from the dining room.  He returned shortly after, placing the chair by the loveseat and sitting down.  "What is it?"  He looked at the other three people on the other couch.  He thought he recognized the younger women, but couldn't quiet place it.  "Who are they?"

          "Heero, don't be rude," Mr. Lowe chided.

          The elderly man chuckled softly.  "It's quite alright," he said.  "I'm Father Maxwell, and this is Sister Helen," he said, pointing to the women next to him. 

          "Hello," Sister Helen said cheerfully. 

          "And you've met Lillian Fisher," Mr. Lowe stated.

          Heero looked over at the last women.  "I knew I recognized you..." he stated, standing from the chair.  "I have homework to do," he said.

          "Heero, sit back down," the Japanese boy's mother ordered.  Heero glared at his mother, but when she returned the glare with the same intensity, he sat back down.

          Lillian smiled softly.  "Nice to know you remember me," she said to him. 

          "We actually need your help, Heero," Father Maxwell said to him.

          Heero turned to stare at the man, thin eyebrow raised curiosity. "What do you need my help for?" He questioned.

          "Well, obviously you remember Duo," Lillian stated.

          "Obviously..." Heero deadpanned.

          Lillian resisted the urge to roll her eyes.  "Well, in a month his parents are going to trial.  Unfortunately, Duo's the star witness, but doesn't remember anything before the age of fifteen," she explained.  "We need you to help him remember."

          Heero stared at her like she had just created fire with the wave of her hand. "You want me to what?! Do you know how hard that will be?! He doesn't speak! He's not even the same Duo I knew ten years ago!"

          Sister Helen sighed.  "We know...he hasn't had the best life, and we like that he doesn't remember any of it, but he needs to."

          Heero rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.  "Alright...I'll help..." he said.  "But...can you tell me what happened to him?  I never knew why he was taken and I want to know."

          Lillian stared at Heero before turning to his parents, who nodded their okay.  Fisher turned back to Heero, sorrow written in her features.  "It was first brought to our attention that Duo may not have been in the best living environment when he was five.  Social Services didn't do anything about it then because he said everything was fine, as did his older brother, so we dropped it.  However, six months after the first report of abuse, there was another one.  That time we finally went to the household.  Nothing seemed out of order, so we assumed it was another false report.  They didn't stop though, and over the two years from the first report of abuse until we took Duo, there was sixteen reports.

          "After we came here and took Duo, we took him to the doctor to have him assessed for injuries.  He had multiple bruises, scars of various sizes and some looked years old.  The doctor on hand confirmed that he was raped and sodomized, and we were able to collect semen samples.  We matched them to four people, including his father.  He had healed fractures, but they weren't in his medical record."

          Lillian sighed sadly.   "When we finally got around to asking him about everything, what he told us was pretty disturbing.  He said every other Saturday, his father would hold a poker game, and the winner got him for the night.  They were free to do with him as they wanted.  Rape him, beat him, and make him do whatever they wanted.  No child should know what sex is at the age of seven.

          "When we weren't able to find Solo, we asked Duo.  He told me and my partner that Solo was in the ground.  When we asked him why, he told us 'Daddy put him there after the red stuff came from his head'.  He watched his brother being killed right in front of him.  That was shortly before we got him," Lillian explained.

          Heero stared at her, eyes wide as saucers.  "H-how could he hide something like that?" He asked.

          "We don't know," Lillian answered.  "That's not the worst of it.  With in the first six months of being in foster care, he went through seven homes.  He was always casing trouble, wanting to come back to you.  We finally placed him in the house of a woman who worked miracles with trouble children.  He stayed there until he was twelve when we finally pulled him from the house."

          "Why was he pulled from the house?" Heero interrupted.

          "Well, the woman had a daughter, and she walked in on her trying to force Duo into having intercourse," Lillian explained.  "A fifteen year old girl raped him, and it was too much for him.  We had to put him in a children's haven for a few months where he could talk to a psychiatrist on a daily basis, but things never got better.  He ended up staying there until he was fifteen, which is when he threw himself into a cement wall with enough force to lose all those horrible experiences.  That was when we placed him with Sister Helen and Father Maxwell."

          Heero stared at the woman, feeling his stomach larch.  "I'll help...but I think its best if you leave now."

          Lillian nodded.  "We'll keep in touch," she said, standing and heading down the hall.

          Father Maxwell stood, and started walking away, before turning back to Heero.  "Duo likes to go to the library in the morning before his first class, you might try finding him there," he offered.

          "Thank you," Heero said.  Father Maxwell nodded and headed after Lillian Fisher.

          Sister Helen was the next to stand and head down the hall.  "Good luck," she said softly.  Heero nodded and she too, went down the hall to the door.  Once they were gone, Heero shot up from his chair and ran for the nearest bathroom.  He barely got the lid up before his lunch came up.  He vomited twice into the bowl before flushing.  He sat down, leaning against the cool tub. 

          "Are you okay, sweetie?" Ms. Lowe asked, appearing at the bathroom door.

          "I'm fine, Mom," Heero lied.  He felt like crap. 

          "I know that was a lot to learn, so would you like to talk about it?" His mother asked.

          "No, I don't," Heero stated.

          "Alright, sweetie."  His mother left without another word.  Heero pulled himself off the floor and headed out of the bathroom.  He swore right then and there to help Duo in any way he could.