Disclaimer:Don't own anything.

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, drama

Notes: I'm at school typing up this chapter... free class umm.. chapter might be good... I dunno... just read please! ^^

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Cartherine came home late. She was extremely tired and rather cranky.She knew Trowa was going to be angry with her. She sighed and opened the front door and stepped in removing her shoes and jacket, trying to come in as slow as possible. She held a bag in one hand which contained some cloths for Quatre hoping that he would like them.

As she got to the kitchen she spotted Trowa leaning against the door frame with a angry look on his face."W-what?" she laughed slightly and sat her purse and bag on the table.

"What were you thinking Cathy?!" He demanded.

"What ya mean?" She replied with a slight laugh.

"Cathy! Don't play dumb! You let that sleezy little whore in our house!"

"Pft...So did you...."

"It wasn't like that, Cathy, I'm serious. What did you hope to accomplish by letting him LIVE with us!?"

"Trowa! When did you become such a heartless....bastard?!"

"Catherine. Look, you can't waste your time and money on people like him! If he can't learn the hard was, you...just.....you can't do THIS!"

"You can not tell me what to do Trowa Barton. This is my house and I can do what I like!"

"Cathy, damn it...why?" Trowa sighed in defeat realizing this arguement was getting no where.

"I....well... he looked so helpless...he's so young.... I felt bad. He was so nice and kind. He would of ended up getting hurt out there. I never wanted to see that happen to someone so kind."

Trowa sighed again."....agh... ok Cathy... He can stay...but only because you want him to." He grummbled to himself as she smiled widely.

"Good! I'm glad because I just bought him some cute cloths! Now where is the lil' sweetie?"

"Sleeping. In your room. I didn't want him anywhere near me." Trowa frowned.

"Trowa, you're so mean..." She puffed and left the room. She made her way down the hall and went into her room."Heeey...!" She spotted the small form on the bed and rushed over. "Wakie, wakie!!"

Quatre opened his eyes slowly and sat up a bit startled and stared at her with sleepy eyes."Mnnn... Catherine?" He rubbed his eyes."What is it...?"

She passed him the bag of cloths and grinned."I bought you some cloths! I hope you like them! They should fit, go try them on!"

Quatre blinked."I ... you... never had to...I...you..."He stopped when he looked at her, she wasn't taking no for an answer."I....O-ok... thank you..." He got up off the bed and headed towards the bathroom to change.

Catherine half giggled and went to go talk with Trowa some more. She found him still in the kitchen sitting at the table."How can you not like such a sweetie?!" She almost elled as she walked into the kitchen.

"Don't start with me again, Cathy." Trowa muttered.

She sighed and pulled a chair out and sat down."What's wrong with you?Why are you being like this?"

"It's how I feel. I hate it when you do this Catherine. I really do."

She sighed heavily and nearly pouted."I know I do stupid things sometimes...but...this just seemed right. Ya know I really think he isn't as bad as you think!"

"Catherine. You don't do stupid things. You just don't think things through before acting. I'll tell you, he isn't smart from what he talked about with me."

She blinked."You talked with him? What did he say?"

Trowa shrugged slightly."Said he left home thinking he could make it on his own. His family didn't even seem bad from what he talked about. He's a selfish brat and only seeks out attention."

"Hm... you don't know everything Trowa. There has to be something else... He just probably didn't want to tell you..." She sighed."I pity him."

"You pity him for his own stupid mistakes?" Trowa crossed his arms."I wouldn't tell him that, he doesn't want pity."

"Hm... alright... well Trowa at least he knows what he's doing IS wrong... He's not as stupid as you say. You judge him too quickly! Hmph. Well I'm going to go talk with him." She half glared as she stood up from the chair and left the kitchen. She walked back to her room where she saw Quatre sitting quietly on the bed."Oh! Hey! They look nice on you!" Catherine giggled as she looked at the clothes Quatre wore.

"Yea." Quatre half smiled."You really didn't have to do this... I ...really shouldn't be here."

Catherine sat down next to Quatre."Look... I don't think you want to be out on the streets...So when someone simply offers you a place to stay you should kindly accept the offer. I don't think your a bad person and I guess you did what you did for a reason. So why don't you put the past behind you and start looking to a good future, ya know?"

Quatre nodded a bit."I know.. I never ment to be rude by refusing your kind offer...I apologize."

"Hm. There's no need to be sorry. Ok, first things first. How old are you?"

"I just turned 16 not too long ago."

"Ok, hmmm.... that would make you be in the tenth grade right? or?"

"I..well..yes.."

"Ok! I'll have to get you enroled in the nearby school! Hm.... What else... a part time job.... maybe I can snitch you in a job at the cafe!"

Quatre nodded slowly in agreement.

"Oh... and about Trowa... he's...really not that bad...I dunno what's up with him lately. Oh well.... I'm sure he'll stop being that way to you eventually." She looked at the boy and bit her lip slightly unsure if she should mention that he should call home.

"...Something wrong?"

"Oh...um...well....I was thinking that maybe you should call home and let everyone know you're ok..." "I...-"

"I mean you don't have to...but maybe they're worried about you..!"

Worried...Quatre sighed to hmelf. He doubt they were the least bit worried. He remembered the last thing him and his father said to each other. It really wasn't a nice memory nor did he even want to remember, but his thoughts and memories flooding back into his mind.

He had yelled saying he hated his father, saying he was cruel and unfair. His father struck him and replied angrily, like usual since he was always angry about something, so it made matters worse when Quatre yelled. His father had replied saying he ahd better stop being a smart ass and behave.

Althought Quatre hated being told what to do so he lashed out saying he was leaving and was not going to return no matter what happened. And in reply his father claimed he did not care and that he did not want to see or hear his own son ever again unless he would behave his age.

In rage Quatre had left.

So many sad and angry memories. Quatre did not want to share. Maybe...maybe he was being selffish. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe his father was right..Maybe Trowa was right.. He felt so stupid, so disgusted with himself.

He turned his glance down to the floor and felt his eyes begin to sting. I can't....cry...I...I can't... He told himself. I.... I just can't...

Trowa was right when he said this was my own own fault. It's all my fault....

Catherine tilted her head and looked at Quatre in concern."H-hey, you ok? You dazed off there..." The boy didn't move which made her more concerned."Um...are ... are...you crying...?" She noticed small tears going down the small boy's cheeks."Oh god..." She reaced over and hugged the boy which then began to cry more.

I hate myself for everything that has happened. Quatre thought as he tried to stop the tears from coming.

Outside the room Trowa watched. His arms crossed."What is Catherine doing? Damn that guy should be back out on the streets where he belongs." He frowned, but for some reason he could not take his eyes off the boy...

He had forced himself to turn away from the room."What am I thinking..." He muttered."No matter what... he's still a dirty whore..."

*TBC*

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A much needed update ...Oi... I've been so busy with other things/school. I have been distracted away from working on my fics.... I really need to update them all. But it's hard finding time. *sigh* but I know I won't stop updateing.^_^