A Rough Life To Live

The tears of the past

WARNING: SWEARING, POVERTY,

Sorry to everyone who tried to see the picture if. You want I can send you the link.

Quatre's eyes fluttered open as the sound of movement out side his door became louder. Quatre sat up and stretched silently. He turned to see Trowa still asleep on the bed opposite him. He smiled sweetly at the taller pilot. Quatre had had feelings for Trowa for a very long time now, but he wasn't sure if Trowa felt the same way. Quatre stood up from the bed, the bed made a small squeaking noise. Quatre closed his eyes, hopefully he didn't wake his comrade. He opened his eyes. Trowa was still asleep. Quatre sighed and walked over to the door, carefully. He opened the door just enough so that he could get past and then shut it behind him gently. Quatre looked down the small corridor and saw nothing but the stair case. Quatre walked over to the stair case and silently descended it. Once Quatre had left the stair case he walked through a small living room and in to the dinning room they had talked in last night. He stopped just in front of the door way he had come through. He had stopped because he could hear singing. It was a calm and gentle voice, but it was sort of sad yet happy.

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes! Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes, how can you measure the life of a woman or man?" It was a female voice. Quatre had heard this song before, but he couldn't remember where. He walked closer to the kitchen.
"In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died." Quatre stopped in the door way and saw Emy in the kitchen. Of course it was going to be her. She was the only flaming female in the house. She stood with her back to him, her hips swaying from side to side as she sung.
"It's time now to sing out, thou the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love." Quatre's heart fell as she finished her song. Even thou it was a song that could be taken in different ways, Quatre thought she had sung it a happy way but her voice was sad. It was kind of hard to explain how he felt about the way she sung. His heart was starting to hurt, his space heart. Quatre gasped and doubled over in pain. He didn't know why but he did. Emy turned around and gasped. As her eyes fell on Quatre, who was doubled over in pain. She rushed over to his side and helped him stand up straight. She placed his arm around her neck and she took him to sit at the dinning table. She sat in the chair next to Quatre with a worried look. Quatre looked up at the girl. He wasn't in so much pain that she had to help him sit down.

"Are ya alright?" She asked worry in her voice. Her eyes shone, almost seemed like she was going to tear up any second now. Quatre smiled at her sweetly.

"You didn't have to help me." He said sweetly. "I'm fine." He sat up straighter. "Sorry I scared you." Her worry melted away and was replaced with a sweet smile full of care and kindness. Quatre remembered something last night that he had been meaning to ask her.

"Who was Solo?" He asked curiously. The kettle started to whistle. Emy got up and walked over to the kettle and pored two cups of tea. After that she returned to Quatre and handed him a cup. Her smile had been replaced by a sad look. She just looked down at her tea that just lied in the cup almost completely still.

"The original Solo was a frien' of mine and Duo's." She explained. "We both looked up to 'im, when we lived on the streets. Duo 'nd I didn't 'ave a name then, so he gave us da one's we got now." She paused. "Bu' he died of a disease, 'nd it left me 'nd Duo on our own." Quatre's heart started to hurt once more. He could feel the pain inside of her. She sighed and took a sip of her tea. She placed the cup on the table. She didn't look at Quatre, just down at her hands that rested on her lap.

"Bu' this Solo is differen'." She said. "Can't fight ta save 'is life." She looked up at Quatre and he could see tears forming in her eyes. Quatre placed his cup on the table and reached out to hold her hands. She held back a sob.

"This Solo may not be able to fight, but he is like hell strong." She explained. A tear fell down her eye. "When my other frien' is 'ere. He won't do anythin', like the other night." She paused. "But on 'is own..." She sobbed. Quatre felt guilty and really sad. You idiot. He thought to himself. She was crying because he had asked her something. She didn't have to say it but she did. Like she said she would last night.

"Here's your room boys!" She smiled and turned to the boys. Trowa and Quatre had opted to share a room. Quatre smiled at her and Trowa nodded.
"If ya need anythin' give a hola." Her smile grew. "I'll tell ya anythin'. I never lie. I'll help ya out. Wha' ever you guys are up to." Quatre smiled at the girls enthusiasm.

"Anyone who's a frien' of Maxwell's is a frien' of mine." She gave a cheesy grin. "See ya boys." And with that she walked off.

Quatre pulled the sobbing girl into him, and held her tightly. She held on to his white shirt and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed her back and cooed her.

"I'm sorry Emy." He cooed. "I didn't mean to make you cry." She sniffled and shock her head rubbing her tear stained face into his wet shoulder.

"No. It's no big." She said and lifted her head from his shoulder. He released her and rested her and rested his hands on her hips, while her hands rested on his shoulders.

"Not many people understand the tears of the past." He said and smiled soothingly at her. "But maybe others can learn." She smiled back.

"Thank you Quat." She said and gave one more sweet smile, as her face brightened up.

"What's going on here then?" Asked a voice. Quatre and Emy turned to the door to see...

"Duo wha' are ya doin' 'ere?" Asked Emy sitting on her bedroom windowsill. A tree and it's branches covered the young eight year old boy sitting in it wanting to talk to his friend.

"I came here to come and get you!" Duo whispered sitting in the tree. Emy cocked her head to the side confused.

"Huh?! Wha' do ya mean?" She asked confused. Duo blinked at her and then leaned forward.
"Remember!" He exclaimed. "Back on the street. You said that one day you'd run away with me!" Emy's confused face turned into many emotions. Happiness, sadness and worry. She wasn't sure whether to go or not.

"Duo, you've been given many chances ta 'ave a 'ome." She explained. "Why do ya wanna run away?! Father Maxwell will be upset." She looked at him sadly. Duo turned his head away from her and looked sad. She had noticed it.

"The church was attacked 'cause of me." She gasped at his statement.

"I tried to steal a suit and they paid the price." He started to sob. "Sister Helen, Father Maxwell. Their dead." He sobbed.

"Duo..." She whispered. He raised his head and had determination burning in his eyes.

"My name is Duo Maxwell," he said, "and I am The Demon." He paused. "The God of Death!" She smiled at the little boy. She reached out a hand to him. The boy looked at her before reaching out his hand. Their small hands touched.

"Then from now on my name is Emy Maxwell to. I'm gonna be ya sister for now on" She smiled. "'Nd I'm the Demons partner in crime!"

Duo stirred and under then sheets of his old bed. He tossed and turned unable to get back to sleep after that dream. He lazily opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before throwing the covers off of him and getting out of bed. He stood up placed his boots on and jacket before heading over to the small mirror hanging on the wall to help him neatly create his braid.

"Da braid suits ya Duo!" Emy's voice ran though Duo's head as he braided his hair. "Everybody knows the Maxwell Demon now Duo, you've avenged 'em now. Why must ya go away?" Duo finished off his braid and swung it behind him. He sighed and walked out of his room and too the others that were down stairs.

"You say there's no God?" Asked Sister Helen, in the Maxwell church. An eight year old Duo sat on Father Maxwell's lap, while Emy sat on Sister Helen's lap. Emy had been adopted awhile ago but she always came to the Maxwell church to see her friend.

"Yeah." Replied Duo. "If there really was a God, then wouldn't he make it so there weren't any more wars?" He sighed. "And if there were no war, there wouldn't be any more orphans like me." Emy smiled at her friend.

"Duo's right. I don't think there is a God anywhere." Said Emy innocently. The eight year old girl just watched the two adults talk with Duo and herself.

"Duo..." Father Maxwell began. "Wars aren't started by God... But by people." He paused. "What people begin... people must end for themselves."

"So if we started it, we have ta finish it?" Emy asked a little confuse.

"Hmmm." Said Duo. "So it doesn't matter if God exists or not?"

"Th-thats not so!" Exclaimed Sister Helen.

"Then the only God in this world is the God of Death." Said Duo, almost making his mind up.

Emy hid her face. "Dat sound scary." She whimpered.

"Duo... You don't believe in God, but you believe in the God of Death?" Asked Sister Helen.
"Yeah!" Duo Exclaimed. "We've never seen a miracle, but we've sure seen lots of dead people." Duo and Emy both giggled while Father Maxwell and Sister Helen looked at both confused.

"Dear me. It's hard to argue with you." Said Sister Helen. "You say the strangest things."

Emy giggled again. "That's what makes him my Duo!"

Duo sighed and walked into the room where everyone else was sitting. He collapsed into a chair next to Heero. Quatre looked over at him and saw how tired Duo looked. Emy smiled at him as she walked into the room with a large plait of toast. She smiled and placed it in the middle.

"Soz I don't 'ave much food. I wasn't expectin' company." She smiled and sat down next to Trowa. All started to eat and talk quietly amongst each other. Once everyone was done Emy turned to her 'Brother' with interest, curiosity and adrenalin in her eyes.

"So wha' ya want?"

Okay here's this chapter over. I know it wasn't very good, but I had to get across some sadness in Emy's life and why she calls Duo her brother.