Confused and terrified he ran. He didn't know where he was going. Only from what he was leaving. Faster and faster until everything was a blur. The only recognizable things where the blood roaring in his ears, the tears on his face and the all too familiar words of the one he loved.

"How could I ever love you? Look at yourself!" the brutal crack of palm meeting flesh reverberated throughout the room. "You actually expect someone to love you? Do you know what you were to me? A fast fuck. That's it. Nothing more. I needed some1 to work off a little "tension" ... you were there, I was hard. Hell it could have been anyone! Love? There's no such thing! And even if there was how could it be so wonderful? Look at what it made you do." with this he leaned close in "it made you spread those pretty little legs for the first guy to come along just because you heard a few romantic words said to you. Get out of here ... you sicken me"

Faster and faster he ran ... trying to escape the cruel words, trying to escape his past, trying to escape ... trying to hide ... anything to get away from that hate, to get away from how he still loved that man. How he could remember the brutal lovemaking, how he just accepted it, hoping each time it would hurt less ... but how it never did. He ran and ran until finally he legs gave out beneath him and he didn't have the energy to pick himself up any more. He dragged himself to the nearby stream. Glancing down at his reflection he saw what he had become, a whore. Used, degraded, dirty he curled upon himself sobbing.

"I loved you Duo! Goddamn it I loved you! Fuck I still do! I still want to be near you! I want you to take me, I want you to hurt me, I'll be your whore ... anything to be close to you!" And with those words Heero Yuy turned in upon him-self ... just to escape.