Behind Closed Doors

By Hannio

Chapter Two

Wounded Pride

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Catherine, Heero or Trowa they instead belong to the mastermind behind the whole anime

AUTHOR NOTE: Hello it's me again with the second chapter of my story, this is where it seriously leaves the plot because we move onto the area of it all that wasn't shown but what I think may of happened.

            I'm not sure how long it will take me to update I mean hell look at my Bio it just says it all, I have so many story to update that it's gone past funny, and since this has just been updated it will go at the bottom of my things to do list because there are others which need doing so just watch out for it. Anyway hope you enjoy the chapter, it kinda starts off as Heero's view, then shifts between Catherine and Heero and finishes with Trowa, it will make sense as you read it.

            Heero's eyes fluttered open and he hissed slightly as full consciousness prevailed over his dimmed mind and bringing to it normal peak of awareness. The drugs that either Trowa or Catherine had injected into him had run there course leaving him with all the pain that had originally been numbed into an annoying ache.

            He lay on his back panting slightly with the pain he was feeling. His body felt as if it was on fire, every slight movement only added to the agony he was feeling. He gritted his teeth in frustration. Here he was the perfect solider, pilot of wing Zero and yet he couldn't even move his fingers without a scream crawling up his throat and begging to be set free. He had officially become useless to everyone who counted on him: The colonies, Doctor J and especially himself he had let them all down.

            A small gasp escaped his quiet form as he realized that his nose was prickling as his eyes filled with tears at his depressing thoughts. He stared ahead his eyes wide in shock. He wouldn't let the tears fall he never did though it had been a few years since he had been this close to them.

            After his eyes had dried back to their usual state the door to his makeshift room opened and he turned his head with a great amount of difficulty and pain to see Catherine enter holding one tray in one hand as the other one groped for the handle. When she had in her grasp she closed the door and looked up from her task to be met by cool Prussian blue eyes that showed no hint of what the boy who owned them was thinking or feeling. She sighed slightly he reminded her of Trowa just as that other Chinese boy had as well. She smiled brightly at him even though the well-cut lips gave no return smile and instead kept their normal expression of being slightly pouty and sulky as if the world wasn't good enough to call him its own.

            "Good evening" she said "I'm glad that you are awake, I wasn't sure if you would wake up again today or till tomorrow. Since you haven't eaten proper food for a while you must be famished" he remained silent as he watched her every move his a calculated look as if to see her intents. He turned his eyes away as he blessed her with a simple

            "Evening" his voice was expressionless as his face though she hadn't expected anything more what surprised her was beneath it seemed to be a note of warmth and feeling though it seemed to be under layers of coldness. She walked to the bed and placed the tray on the little side table by his bed.

            "I'll help you up" she said wrapping her arms round the thin frame. He glared at her but she felt the tremor that went through his body and the flash of pain in his eyes at the slight pressure she added to being his back up slightly so he was sitting comfortably. A slight frown came over her face at the extent of her injuries but she remained silent. Now was not the time to start lecturing him and she had a feeling that the boy wouldn't appreciate someone telling him how to live the life he chose for himself. Instead she turned her back to him and picked the tray up placing it on his now made lap. He glanced down at him and his stomach rumbled violently to remind him that he hadn't eaten in about a month. It was only a simple meal, probably more than his small stomach could handle, with soup, crusty bread and a large glass of orange juice. He looked up from the tasty little meal to see Catherine watching him with an analysising look on her face before she erased it from her face and dropped gracefully onto the bed. She picked up the silver spoon and dipped it into the soup and held it up in front of his lips and waited patiently.

            A glare came over his well-cut features as he realized with a flush what she expected him to do. He locked his Prussian eyes with her lighter blue ones. A contest of wills started though she seem unitimidated by it all.

            "I don't…" he began but stopped as a spoon was placed in his mouth allowing creamy tomato soup to fill his mouth before he swallowed it. His glare deepened to his signature death glare as he watched her through narrow eyes though with the effect It had on her he might as well of been grinning brightly at her. He moved away from the spoon this time. "I don't need anyone to feed me. I can do it myself" the spoon was withdrawn and placed over the plate as she spoke calmly with the tinge of someone who knew best

            "Don't be silly you can barely move let alone do the constant movement to bring the spoon up to your mouth and then back down again several time"

            "I can" he replied "Now give me the spoon…please" he added as an after thought. The cool indifference and superiority in his voice touched a raw nerve in Catherine, a harsh glare came over her normally pleasant features and her eyes sparkled angrily at him as she shoved the spoon properly into the bowl.

            "How ungrateful are you?" she said in a raised voice. Heero look up, surprised inwards at how angry she appeared to be "We've done everything for you, put ourselves out for you and taken the best care of you that we possibly could considering that Trowa wouldn't allow me to get a doctor for you. I try and help you and make it easier on you and you throw it back in my face as if I'm not good enough to feed the likes of you. You need to sort it out Boy" she stopped, no expression came over his features but the expression flickering in his eyes gave the impression to her that he was sorry. She took a deep breathe to calm herself down and went on in a quieter voice " Now I'm going to feed you and if you feel better in movement tomorrow than you can feed yourself ok?" the boy shifted his eyes off her face and to the corner of the room by the window where they remained. She lifted the spoon and filled it and held it up to his mouth. After a second of hesitation he opened his mouth and allowed her to start feeding him though by the clenched fist on the side he hated every second of it.

            They were half way through the soup when the door opened and Trowa quietly walked in surprised that Heero had submitted to allow Catherine to feed him though by her shouting voice he had a feeling it was quite the battle. He now spoke

            "Catherine" she jumped slightly and turned to him wide eyed before seeing who it was and laughing quietly

            "Trowa I told you before don't sneak up like that at least make a little bit of noise if you're coming in" he shrugged

            "You're wanted by the ringmaster"" he said, she nodded and jumped up smiling

            "Right I'll be back as soon as I can, continue to feed him Trowa will you" with that she breezed out of the door. Trowa walked over to the window and opened the window slightly allowing cool air to breath in before he went and sat on the bed

            "Do you want to feed yourself?" he asked, Heero gritted his teeth as much as he hated to admit it, Catherine had been right the simple movement would of killed him though his pride wouldn't allow him to mention that fact not even to the green eyed boy in front of him, so he opted for silence instead, eyes going back to the corner. Trowa understood the message and picked up the spoon, feeding him slowly. Once they were finished he spoke "It won't be for long, you'll be able to do everything yourself soon enough just don't worry about it" with that he left, Heero struggled to lie down blinking back tears of pain as he turned his back to the door and waited patiently for sleep and for his wounded pride to start healing.

There you go I hope you enjoyed it and I didn't make anyone OOC, poor old Heero he doesn't react well to being tucked up in bed does he. Anyway please review the chapter but no flames because they don't do anything to help anyone. Thank you