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A few hours later, it had gotten dark and Kala had no chance of finding him in the pitch blackness of a colony night. She drove home, missing his silence, his presence beside her. I'll go back tomorrow. I've got to find him and apologize, at least. She pulled into her driveway, and got out, heading upstairs to collapse on her bed. She lay there and cried wondering what exactly she had done. She hadn't known he would be so sensitive about the subject of his becoming an orphan. If anyone would've understood, it would be her. She was an orphan, as well! Her thoughts did not last long, however, the exhaustion of crying and searching for hours was finally taking effect and she drifted off to sleep.
Duo stomped angrily down the sidewalk, slamming people's shoulders as hard as he could. If I have to hurt then why shouldn't they? He thought. He broke into a run, heading down a familiar side alley. He pushed aside some boxes on the side of a builing, revealing a small ventilation tunnel. He crawled into the little cave, curling up into a ball. He started to cry, his sides heaving and shoulders shaking. Mom…Dad…
Duo had not lost his parents that long ago, but his family had always been on the streets. His mother had gotten terribly sick after being soaked through in a rain storm. They had all gotten sick but his mother had come out of it badly. She was unwell for a long time into the mechanical winter that the colonies created. Finally, after a few months of living with terrible fits of coughing up blood, her life ended as she slept one cold, cold night. Duo's father was hit very hard by his mothers death. He became very depressed and often spent what little money he could scrounge at the bar, leaving Duo to find what he could to help himself. Soon after his mother's death, his father was shot by an OZ official. He had gone to a military base to steal a mobile suit. Duo's father, also named Duo, had once been a great pilot of a very powerful mobile suit, called Gundam Deathsythe. Duo would never have known what had become of his father had he not been standing in front of an electronics store when the news report on his death came on. It was all downhill from there. Duo had never been so alone before.
Duo lay on his side, the tears sliding over the bridge of his nose, down his cheek and into his ear. He whimpered and tried to make himself smaller, wrapping his slender arms around his body. It had only been 2 years since then. Duo had been terribly fond of his mother and her death had made a large impression on his thirteen-year-old self. That one event had erased all happiness that the boy had ever had. He no longer knew how to be happy. His life was bleak and empty, a life on the streets. Duo closed his eyes, sobs still racking his body, and fell into a restless sleep.
Kala jumped at the sound of her alarm clock going up. She jumped out of bed quickly grabbing her jacket and car keys and heading straight out the door. She hopped into the car and revved the engine, trurning sharply out onto the road. She drove in the direction of the mall, where Duo had run away. After a few minutes she pulled into a parking space and got out of the car, jogging down the sidewalk, dodging early shoppers, searching for a sign of black jacket or milk chocolate-colored braid. She didn't see him on the steerts and she resolved to look in the alleys. She searched for hours but couldn't find him anywhere.
"Oh, Duo…" she said looking up into the bright light of the UV lamps "Where can you be…?"