Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from GW.damn.

Part One

The dark around me began to dissolve. That's exactly what it was like too, dissolving. Like when vinegar and baking soda are mixed. I could see that foaming white.stuff forming in front of my eyes only excruciatingly slow. It seemed like years had passed before I had completely come to my senses.

I kept my eyes closed, remembering my training. I kept my breathing regular as I noticed that I was lying on my left side and my wrists were bound along with my ankles. I could feel no pain in my body, except for a slight tingling sensation in my left arm from lying on it for so long. How long had I been there anyway? I couldn't remember, it didn't matter much though. The smell around me was enough to trigger my memory of what had happened, I quickly pushed the thought away. It disgusted me and the way I felt I would have hurled. There may have been no pain but I still felt like crap.

All I could hear was breathing, other then mine. Slowly, I cracked my eyes open already knowing what I was going to find. I came face to face with a small blonde boy, see? Throwing up would have been a bad thing. His face was dirty, so unlike him. His once beautiful golden blonde hair that always caught the rays of the sun and shined with life was in a state of disarray and coated with blood and mud, among other things.I shuttered at the thought of 'other things', remembering what had happened yet again, this time almost unable to shove the thought aside. The evidence of what had happened was still clear. Quatre's suit had been ripped in all the right places to give proof and he smelled of bad sex.

I noticed his wrists were bound like mine, then they had been bound /to/ mine. I moved my ankles slightly and saw his body move. His feet were bound to mine too. I sighed to myself, glad that we were alone, but mad because now I could think. I didn't want to think, it was the last thing I wanted or needed. Whenever I thought I remembered and I immediately saw Quatre being raped over and over again.

They had wanted me at first but what they wanted most was to hurt me, I had been a smart ass and as usual my mouth caused more harm than not. Quatre had known about my past, the only other living human who did besides myself. So that sweet, selfless, most kind, gentle and loving human being gave himself up to save me. But he wasn't human. He was a complete angel, my guardian angel. As they literally ripped his clothes off, that black and red space suit, I expected to see wings growing from his slender back. But there was nothing, only his pure tears, full of innocents and life and the gentle whimpers as they took him, tainting him with sin, stealing the only innocence he had been able to keep during the war, right before my eyes. He wouldn't scream. His training wouldn't allow it. To tell you the truth, despite my training, I would have screamed like a baby. As it was I was whimpering every time he did and I couldn't stop my tears

After the two of them were done with him, they had attacked his childlike body alone, more than a few times between each person. Then they had mauled the crying angel together, ripping his soul and heart in two, not to mention his battered body. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was just before he passed out. He turned to me and smiled so sincerely that my throat had closed up. Then words that I'd never forget fell from his still trembling lips.

"I should have been yours Duo."

The little Arabian brat had been harboring feelings for me and hadn't even bothered to tell me. Instead he had kept them to himself. We had no secrets from each other.at least that's what I had thought. He would have been willing to give himself to me without hesitation, without regret.

"You baka." I whispered looking at the unconscious form in front of me. He looked peaceful lying there, even after what had happened, even though he was a mess. I moved my hands, straining my bonds and cutting off the circulation in my hands. But it didn't matter, I held Quatre's dirt coated hands in mine, I bent my arms and kissed his fingers. They were cold against my dry lips.

A light moan of protest escaped from my angel as he fought his way to consciousness. His beautiful, priceless sapphire blue eyes fluttered open. He blinked several times then looked at me confused, "What happened?" He whispered. Just hearing his voice made my heart hurt. I could feel his pain from just listening to him.

"You were beaten." I told half the truth.

"Oh." He looked at our hands and gently caressed my fingers with his, then he looked back into my eyes as if searching for something. When he didn't find it, he opened his mouth, "Who are you?" He finally asked.

Surprisingly, I wasn't surprised. My heart was too broken to be surprised. He didn't know me. My guardian angel didn't know who I was. But then I realized that this could be his second chance. He didn't remember what they had done to him. He didn't remember the war. He was innocent again. But how could I keep it that way? "I-I don't remember." Duo Maxwell never lies, yeah right. "But know that you're safe. I won't let them hurt you." I said softly. I'd be his guardian angel now; I'd protect him like he had protected me and keep him safe from all harm. He looked exhausted so I pointed this out before he could ask questions that I couldn't or didn't want to answer. "You look tired. Sleep little one. I'll protect you in your dreams and while you sleep on the outside." I promised as he closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

I watched him sleep. We had to get out of there and I began to think of an escape plan. But one sudden thought stopped me and made my blood run cold. If I took Quatre back without his memory Heero would surely want him destroyed because he was a liability. I couldn't let that happen. So a destination after our escape would be needed. Not the colonies, it might trigger something in Quatre's memory. The earth, where we were being held now. Quatre had said that it was a beautiful place.

But this was not the same Quatre I had grown to know. The guilt kicked in then and I was left to my thoughts. Without his memories, his love for me would be unknown. A selfish thought I do agree, but know this, I had never known love in the way Quatre would offer. I had been loved before; I won't deny that, in the same form as Quatre, another boy. But Quatre was different. I couldn't explain the difference if you gave me a thesaurus and a dictionary and gave me thousands of years. It was just Quatre. It was that love that had protected me from our captors' hands. I could remember it all so clearly.

***

"Look what we got here Horris." A gruff voice laughed as someone pulled me up from the ground. I was jerked to consciousness but as usual my training wouldn't allow me to act it. Where was Deathscythe? Had we won the battle? Why was I soaking wet? "Two kids in one day." The voice said as I pretended to be unconscious. "Look at the braid on this one!" Among the foul smells of rotting fish, seaweed and salt water I could smell him. A rotting garbage dump seemed more appealing.

"Is it a girl?" An even gruffer voice started coming closer. "The other one fooled us." He mumbled bitterly. I almost laughed; they wouldn't have been the first morons who had mistaken Quatre to be a girl, and if I knew human stupidity, which after meeting these two morons, I was an expert on the subject, they wouldn't be the last.

"Ah, that little one was definitely male." A hand unzipped my space suit and slid down into my boxers. I had to stop myself from tensing up and it was a hard feeling to fight off. "Looks like we got another boy." The hand withdrew from my suit and I was thrown down. I hit sand. I remembered now.

The five of us had been sent to space. While there Quatre and I had received a mission on Earth. We had fought but were easily beaten since both Sandrock and Deathscythe had been damaged in space. Quatre told me to leave so he could self detonate but I wouldn't and told him we'd do it together. We stood facing each other on the open hatches of our Gundams and both pressed the detonator. Only mine had a problem and would never destruct when I wanted it to. Quatre's Gundam had lit up and exploded. From there I can only remember pain and when I hit the water of the near by ocean we were fighting by I was out cold.

I relived this in seconds' time. The second guy's next comment woke me from my thoughts and almost made me shutter in disgust.

"Well, you were touchin' him long 'nuff to know he was a boy. What d'you do to make him cry like that? It was hilarious!" He laughed. Quatre was at least alive, though I had to fight every instinct I had to start beating that son of a bitch.

"He's got broken ribs er somethin'." I was being picked up again. The first guy, who smelled as good as month old rotting fish, threw me over his shoulder and the two began to walk. When they finally stopped I was placed into the back of a topped truck. Okay, so it was more like tossed into the back. They closed the tailgate and went around to the cabin of the vehicle.

Just in case they could see me I stayed as still as possible. God, even Heero'd be proud. I could hear Wufei, "Maxwell, being still and quiet? What is the world coming to?" But really, I'm thinking back on this. At the time my main thoughts were of Quatre and how to get away from these morons.

I couldn't tell how many turns we had taken 'cause apparently the moron driving got lost about three times. Finally the truck stopped and I was taken from the back. They carried me into a damp smelling house. I think it was a house, it was too dark to see by now. I was carried into a basement that smelled like stale piss, but as soon as the door was opened I could hear the familiar praying in Arabic. I was thrown against a wall and the praying was interrupted with a forceful slap and I heard Quatre fall to the cold dirt floor.

"Shut up you little bitch!" The guy yelled, then pulled Quatre to his feet. The guy, now that I could see was a monster compared to the small blonde and to Quatre's utter horror the man pushed him against a wall and unzipped his space suit. "I like you better without." He grinned and began to slide his hand into the fabric as he leeched himself to Quatre's neck. I could see that Quatre was still praying, his lips were moving silently. It wasn't until he gasped that I finally moved. I jumped to my feet and pushed the pervert off my small friend.

"Duo!" Quatre cried out from either relief, fear or surprise.

The guy looked at me. He was filthy. His face was hairy and his hair was greasy and I could see food stuck in his mustache, that /thing/ had been touching Quatre! He looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, then his eyes narrowed at me in anger. "I thought you were unconscious!" He spat.

"Wow, you thought? That must have been a great achievement. Don't you /ever/ touch him again!" I was seething with anger. I could literally feel it throbbing in my veins.

"I'll touch him whenever I wanna!" He huffed, but turned and left, slamming the basement door and locking it. A voice made me turn around.

"I hoped you had gotten away." Quatre whispered. I looked down at him; he had slid to the floor. He was shaking and I could tell he was hurt.

"And leave you alone? Nah." I stood beside him, "I hear you have some broken ribs. Mind if I take a look?" I asked kneeling beside him. He knew it wasn't a request. Quatre painfully pulled his arms out of his suit. I felt along his rib cage until I found the ribs. "They aren't broken, only slightly fractured." I said zipping his suit back up. I took his face in my hands and pressed our foreheads together. He had a fever. "What have they done to you Cat?" I whispered.

"Nothing much more than what you saw." He whispered in return. His entire body was practically convulsing with fear. I pulled him into a hug, one of which he welcomed.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, running my fingers through his knotted hair. I knew there was blood and sweat coated in those once soft locks and it made me angry that he of all people was suffering like this. Don't take that the wrong way, I know Quatre's strong, but I hated to see anyone suffer.

"Three days, I think." He whispered and sounded like he was falling asleep. I sat down on the floor and let him rest his head in my lap, knowing that he had probably been too frightened to sleep during his time in this basement. "I'm glad you're safe Duo, I was worried." He whispered and soon fell asleep. I can't tell you how long I sat there watching him. It could have been days for all I knew. I eventually fell asleep as well because the next thing I knew was that I was being woken.

Quatre was gone; at least he wasn't where I could see him, though I could hear him pleading with someone. But he was frightened and was speaking Arabic. This scared me, Quatre only did this when he was scared enough to soil himself. I had been around him long enough to pick some of it up and what I heard made my blood boil. "Don't.hurts.please.can't.anymore.please.why.stop.God.no!" With that there was skin to skin contact and I heard a body fall. I looked around and saw Quatre sit up quietly rubbing his cheek. There were tears threatening to fall from his red eyes and it looked as though they had roughed him up, more than before.

"Please." He spoke English. "He was hurt as a child. If you have to do.that.to anyone, do it to me.just don't hurt him." He whispered, looking at the ground.

"You a virgin?" Horris, I think asked and I suddenly realized what they were going to do to me. But Quatre nodded and the other guy tied me up, chaining my hands to the wall. "I've never taken a virgin before. Looks like this is my lucky day." Horris rubbed his hands together, and then he grabbed a handful of Quatre's hair and pulled the blonde just out of my reach. "You." He pointed to me, "Are going to watch it all."

They beat him, raped him, beat him again and raped him some more and just for a change of pace they raped and beat him again. They took pleasure in touching his fractured ribs and laughed at Quatre's tormented gasps when his ribs finally did give up and break. By the time they were finished, Quatre couldn't cry anymore and the boy could barely stand. The bastards didn't even prepare him to ease some of the pain. They probably got off on hearing Quatre's soft cries of pain. Blood clung to his body everywhere, especially between his legs. He looked at me; some sort of relief filled his eyes. The relief that I was all right. Then he spoke.

"I should have been yours Duo." He whispered. Before I could comprehend the words, his eyes rolled into his head and he passed out.

Please Review.to be continued.