Someone slammed the door behind me as I walked into the house.
I took a deep breath.
"Calm down. It won't be that bad. What's the worse that could happen?"
My father stormed in with my sister. He looked calm, but angry. He stepped up to me and the next thing I knew, he had hit me.
"What the hell are you thinking? Not only are you seeing a boy, but the son of our company's greatest rival."
"What?"
I blinked stupidly at him.
"Quatre, I forbid you to see that boy again. I'll transfer you to another school if I have to, just don't see him again. If I find you with him ever again, you can forget living in this house."
My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
"But father-"
I had forgotten my sister was in the room. That didn't last long.
"Shut up fag. You're lucky we even let you stay here. You're sick, that's so damn wrong. If mom were still alive she'd be so ashamed of you she'd-"
"Himeia! Enough! This is between me and you're brother! Go upstairs!" my father roared.
The whole time I had been fighting not to cry, but that comment about our mother cued the waterworks. I felt the tears sliding down my face.
"Father I-"
"Quatre, don't left Himeia get to you."
"Wait a second. You forbid me to see my boyfriend, threaten to kick me out, then show me sympathy? What did I miss here?"
I blinked stupidly again, explaining myself would be useless.
I nodded my head.
"Quatre. I cannot accept you being gay. In fact, I will not accept it. Quatre you will stop dating boys, and you will do it now. It's only fair to the company."
I swear he spoke Greek to me when he said that.
"Only fair to the company? What does the company have to do with me and Trowa? You think I'm giving away all the company secrets to Trowa or something? What the hell is fair about all this?"
In that same calm, angry voice he told me. "Quatre you are my only son, and the heir to the company. How are you to have a son if you are with another man? I need you to have a son Quatre, to carry on the company when you are dead and gone."
My mouth dropped open.
"Is this fucking medieval Europe!? All this about heirs and carrying on the company. Did it ever occur to you that I didn't WANT to be like you and inherit the damn company? Dad look at me, I suck at business, I'm gay, and I don't give a shit about your damn company. I love Trowa and I'm not staying away from him because you don't want me too."
My dad looked at me like I had just said the sky was falling, complete disbelief.
"You what?"
"I love him." I said quietly, this being news to myself, I had to make sure I had heard myself correctly.
There was this long, quiet pause.
"Go upstairs." My dad says softly.
I stand there for a second.
"Go upstairs now!" he demands, raising his voice.
Without waiting a moment later, I head for the stairs. Halfway up I hear my father say something.
"My dear wife, if you could only be here now, to see the shame your son has brought to our family."
The stair becomes fascinating for a moment as I stare, each word hitting me with full force.
I race up the stairs to my room and lock the door behind me. I can't take anymore.
At first I laid on my bed for a while, wondering if I should call Trowa, but then I decide I'm already in enough trouble, and don't want to risk getting caught.
I feel sort of dizzy, all these words echoing in my head. How could such a perfect night go wrong? I'm starting to take my theory on the universe screwing me over, to a whole new level now.
I then decided that to continue living in this house was already not an option. I stand up and begin looking for my suitcase. I found it buried in my closet among a few unidentified objects that I assume to be horrible Christmas present from god knows when and god knows who.
I start packing when I hear someone knock on my door.
"Whoever you are Quatre's not home. This is the DVD player!"
"Quatre open up. It's me Iria."
My heart drops, Iria was by far my favorite sister, and I hated to leave her.
"Alright, I'm coming."
I open the door for her.
"Oh my God." she exclaims and pulls me into a big hug. Geez, was it that obvious that I had been crying?
"Quatre I just heard from Himeia."
"Figures." I mumble. Himeia has the biggest mouth in the world.
She lets me go, finally air!
"Why didn't you me? Or one of the others?" she asks.
"I was afraid you'd all act like Himeia did." I say quietly.
She shuts my door.
"Quatre not all of us have that much brain damage, cut us a little slack. I don't care. Angelina doesn't care, Ari doesn't care, or Palma, or Ellia, or-"
"Okay I get the point. You're not all bitches, it's just, I don't know. I just didn't think you'd understand. Dad sure as hell didn't."
Iria frowns.
"Quatre, you're his only son, he….expects things from you."
I snort.
"You're wrong Iria. He demands things from me, there is a difference. And I can't take it anymore."
She looks around my room.
"Oh Quatre, you're not…"
"Don't try and stop me Iria. I'm not staying here another minute."
"Where are you gonna go?"
I sigh.
"I don't know. Trowa's? Duo's maybe?"
She's inspecting my suitcase.
"Well, if you're gonna go, you're totally going to have to re-pack. You need as women's touch."
I laugh, it was small and short, but hey it's a laugh.
"Thanks Iria. I really can't pack."
She throws some of my yaoi doujinshi to the floor.
I squeak in protest.
"You'll have to live without porno for a while Quatre. Oh, I haven't read this one before."
It's amazing the things you can learn about your siblings in a crisis.
I guess she realized I was shocked, she started to laugh.
"I'll ship these to you when I'm done reading them, no harm will come to them."
We finish packing and I open up the window for the second time that night, getting ready to leave.
I give Iria a quick hug.
"Thanks Iria. Say goodbye to them for me?"
She nods.
"Of course. But I'll wait 'til you're a safe 300 miles away until I tell father."
I smile.
"I'll call you once I find a place alright?"
Iria nods.
I climb out the window and I'm off. Running away…guess this would be the point in time where I chose a place to stay.
I consider my possibilities, Trowa, nah too obvious, Heero, heh, I'm not Duo and I don't have a death wish so no, Duo, er…….it's risky, but it's all I've got.
I head off towards Duo's house. I arrive, and his parents aren't home. They're off at some preacher's seminar in Sacramento. They always leave Duo home alone thinking he's being the good little boy they raised him to be. Haha! Boy are they ever wrong. Duo is about as un-preacher like as one can get. He's atheist, except for this whole, weird god of death thing, he's gay, he loves hard rock, among other hard things, and no sex before marriage, heh, forget that. He's long gone in the virgin department. But that's why you gotta love him.
I ring the doorbell, not that he can hear me over the Metallica that's blasting from his stereo. Bet you twenty bucks Heero is here to. The boy may not talk much, but he knows good music when he hears it. Surprisingly enough, it only took 15 minutes for him to hear me and answer the door.
"Quat?"
"Hi Duo. I'm sorry to interrupt you're time with Heero but…"
"Heero ain't here. Jesus Quat give me a little credit. We're not goin' at it all the time."
Normally this is the point where I say something smart, but I'm not in the mood. I guess Duo noticed too.
"Dude you feeling okay? This is normally the part where you say some wise ass remark and I glare at you, then realize it's true."
He looks at my suitcase.
"Ah. They found out didn't they? Come on in man, the Maxwell house is fully equipped for gay runaways."
I blink.
"I'm not the first?"
Duo shook his head as he lead me inside.
"Nope. When Heero's parents found out he lived here for two weeks straight before he went home."
"Where his parents pissed?"
Duo laughed.
"Pissed isn't the word. They were beyond pissed. They were in pissed off nirvana. We thought he'd never be able to go home. Not that we minded. But, eventually they got over it and accepted him for who he was. And you know what Quat? Yours will get over it too. Give it time."
He may be annoying, he may be weird, but when you get down to it, the guy can give pretty damn good advice.
I hug him.
"Thanks man."
Duo smirks.
"Well two timing isn't really my thing, but for an ass like yours, I'll make an exception. The bedroom is this way."
I can't help but laugh.
"Shut up Duo, you're so a weirdo."
TBC
~*Author's Notes:*~
See! I made it better! Well sort of…it's not over yet. Duh, heh, that would be a pretty crappy ending don't ya think? Well, I'm off to start another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you hated it, oh well, can't please every body. Ja ne!
-BlackStar
