Disclaimer:Don't own anything.

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, drama

Notes: erk...this chapter really sucks.....

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The moring air was cold and stale. Quatre opened his eyes slowly adjusting to the morning sun. His body was numb and stiff, worse then ever. He rubbed his tired, dry eyes and yawned. He sat in the Alleyway for afew minutes so to wake himself up fully before getting up. He brushed some dirt from his jacket as he stood up.

His bones snapped in places as he stretched."Ow..." He groaned rubbing a hand through his now dirtied hair."Yech..." He grimiced and felt his stomach grumble quietly. He stumbled out towards the sidewalk but hit against someone which seemed familiar to him.

"Hey!" Quatre blinked and looked up to see Catherine smiling at him. He turned to run but found she had a firm grip on his wrist."Don't run away! Please!" She pleaded. He discontinued to try and get away but refused to look at her.

"Let me go..." muttered Quatre.

She frowned."I won't! I want to help you..."

"Help me? I'm just some kid off the street. What do you plan to do?"

"I...I just... you just seem so young and all... Please, just let me help you out!"

Quatre stayed silent and bit his lower lip. He looked up at her and spoke."I never... wanted help... I'm sorry... I... I'll accept your help... As much as I do not want to... I will..." He felt terrible but he knew she wouldn't leave him alone unless he agreed.

Her smile softened even more and she released her grip on his wrist."I wouldn't of let you go unless you agreed. Now... let's see her." She eyed Quatre carefully."OK! I'll bring you back to my place where you can clean up and I'll try and find you some clean cloths as well as something to eat!"

Quatre blinked a bit shocked as she began to pull him away."Y-you really don't have to..."

Catherine looked at him as they walked."Don't worry about it! I mean you already met my brother, and if you explain to us why you're on the street like this... we can help you even more!" Catherine contiued to bable on and Quatre's mind just drifted off.

He didn't want to tell her or anyone about his life! He just wanted to prove to everyone he could do it on his own. But one part of him felt...she was right...maybe right now... he needed a friend.

They soon arrived at her house and Quatre sighed softly."Hey, Catherine... thank you." He muttered.

She giggled a little."No problem! Your seem like too good of a kid to be in such a bad place!" She opened the door and half ran inside leaving Quatre at the front porch.

"Trowa!? Hey Trowa? Where are you?" He heard her call out in the house but heard no reply.She then came back to the front porch and sighed rubbing the back of her head."Trowa must be out. Hm..... well. I have work soon so...Well I'll leave a note on the table for him and you can stay here and clean up some." She took his wrist and pulled him inside and went straight to Trowa's room. "Well... I don't think Trowa's cloths would fit you... but It'll have to do for now. I'll pick you up something to wear while I'm out!" She pulled out some cloths and shoved them into Quatres arms and pulled him to the bathroom."Um..well you can go about whatever here. After you can just watch some tv in the living room or whatever, ask Trowa for something to eat after, thats if your hungry. Trowa should see the note right when he walks in so don't worry about him ok?" Quatre nodded a little.

"Ok... so I'll see you later kid-o. Don't leave while I'm gone... please."

"I... I won't."

She sighed and took in a deep breath."Good. Well see you then." She turned and left the house.

Quatre sighed heavily and stared down at the cloths. He closed the door to the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bathtub

He didn't really know hwo to feel. He was lost and confused. Everything was going so fast. This girl he barely even knew just pulled him off the street. But why? What forced her to do so? He was no one special to her. He was just a regular kid. Although part of him was releived to be off the street. Away from the fear. He felt good here. He felt good that he was safe.

He was even scared. What if when he told them more about himself they would be angry or upset. He knew Trowa was already disgusted with him. But Catherine wasn't, she was willing to help."Maybe I'm... just the cause of the moment. Later on I'll just be a burden on them."

Quatre sighed and stood up. He looked into the mirror above the sink."Man...I so look like shit right now." He pulled off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, then knelt down and sat on the floor to pull his boots off."Oi..." he groaned."My feet..."

For the first time in quite awhile Quatre felt himself smile. He didn't know why exactly. Maybe it was that someone cared or maybe he was just glad to be safe. He stood back up and removed the rest of his clothing and got into the shower.

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Trowa sighed as he walked into his house. He pulled his jacket off as he walked towards the kitchen. He then tossed it on the table, covering the note Catherine had written.

He kicked his shoes off and sighed. He then headed towards the bathroom and opened the door. His eyues suddenly widened and he let out a small gasp."Wha...?"

In front of him was a quite naked Quatre. He had just gotten out of the shower. He turned slowly and backed away in shock wrapping the towel around himself."I...you..." Quatre stuttered nervously.

"What are you doing here?!"Trowa demanded.

"You....you're sister....she bought me here..." Quatre replied nervously.

"...God..."muttered Trowa annoyed."Why did she do that..."

Quatre lowered his head."I'm....I'm sorry...I'll leave."

"No. Just..."Trowa let out a fustrated sigh."Get dressed." He turned and closed the bathroom door.

Quatre bit his lip and felt himself blush."...This is such a ... strange day..." He pulled the cloths, Catherine had given him, on. Her then bundled his own cloths in his arms and left the bathroom.

He headed toward the kitchen where Trowa stood, finally finding the note Catherine had left for him. Trowa turned to look at Quatre as he walked in.

"Catherine is just too nice. She wants to help everyone in the world but knows it's impossible....but with you I guess she saw someone she could help."

Quatre stood there silently clutching the cloths tightly.

"Are you ok?"Trowa asked raising a eyebrow.

"Where...do I put these?" Quatre questioned looking at the bundle of cloths in his arms.

"Oh. Give them to me."Trowa took them and went out of the room and came back quickly.

"I'm sorry...about before."Quatre muttered."I just well...I thought that's why you asked me here."

"No. I'm not some sick pervert."Trowa stated."Someone like you shouldn't even be doing that. There's many things that could of happened to you."

"I...I know... just nevermind. Ok?"Quatre crossed his arms."Hey...then why did you ask me here then?"

"I don't know really... I guess you just reminded me of someone." Trowa shrugged.

"Oh..ok. I see."

There was a long, uncomfortable, silence between the two.

Trowa was the one to break the silence."You hungry or something?"

Quatre nodded.

"Ok...want anything in particular?"

"No. Anything is fine."

Trowa nodded and went to the fridge to look around for something.

"Do...you mind if I ask you some things...about you...and Catherine?"Quatre managed to ask.

"Well...sure I guess..."Trowa replied as he made himself and Quatre something to eat.

"How old are you and Catherine?"

"I'm 19 and she's 23."

"Ohhh..."

"You?"

"Me..? Well....I....I'm 16."

"Really?"

Quatre nodded."Yea...anyways...um...you live here with her...what about parents?"

"My parents are dead."

Quatre owered his head."I'm sorry...."

"Don't be. I got over it."Trowa replied.And you? Why are you out on the streets?"

"I...."Quatre started."I...hated it home and figured I could live on my own."

"Ha....you're still just a child. You really thought you could make it on your own?"

"H-hey!"Quatre frowned in anger."It's not funny!"

"Yea well look where it got you. Selling yourself on the street and your only 16. Not a bright move. I mean you can't tell me you never thought about it!"

Quatre stayed completely silent. Felling hurt by the words. He clenched his fists and loooked away from Trowa.

"You mad now aren't you? Well it's true. You made a stup[id mistake and you've paid the price. This is no ones fault but your own so don't go sucking up for pity."

"Maybe not, but It doesn't matter anymore." Trowa walked over to the table and placed a plate of sandwiches on it."Just shut up and eat."

Quatre sat down rather annoyed with Trowa and picked up a sandwich. Quatre then found himself stareing at Trowa and felt his cheeks turn warm. 'He's...not that bad afterall....I guess....'

*TBC*

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eee update! i won't have alot during the summer due to work. hm... that is unless I get a real big inspirating hook!