Hm…confusing my self…
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"For god's sake, Wufei, Duo was raped!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Duo was raped. Now you calling him a slut… Oh god." Quatre sat down heavily on the opposite couch, putting his head in is hands.
"How? What? When…" Wufei started.
"When he was a kid, before we was taken into the Maxwell Church, he was captured by a gang. They raped him for days, okay? He was traumatized. He felt that it was his fault. For not being strong enough." Quatre ran his fingers through his hair. "He had sworn to himself that he would never ever be weak enough to let anyone ever do that to him again. And when you called him a slut, all those memories must have come rushing back."
"How was I supposed to know? Well, he was right about one thing. He was weak to let them rape him." Wufei replied haughtily, but inside his mind was in turmoil.
Quatre lunged up from the couch and punched him in the face. Wufei, not expecting this, stumbled back and fell on the couch. He looked up to see the Arabian glaring balefully at him.
"You cold-hearted bastard." Quatre spat out, eyes blazing. "You have any idea how much he loves you?"
Wufei was struck speechless. Duo loved him. What the hell was going on?
Quatre was rummaging through the box and he pulled out the black diary. He turned and threw it at Wufei, who caught it and looked up questioningly.
"Read the entry of January 31st."
Wufei opened the diary and turned to the page of the entry. As he read it, his eyes became wide in realization. "What-"
"And you know what else?" Quatre laughed hollowly. He pulled out the picture of sister Helen and the cross and threw those across to Wufei too. "He left you those too. Do you know how much that cross meant to him?"
Wufei just stared at the picture and the cross in his hands. Quatre continued. "That is a picture of sister Helen. A nun from the Maxwell church that had adopted him. And do you know what happened to that Church, Wufei? It burned. BURNED. The only place where he had found love had been burnt down. That was all he had left of it. Father Maxwell, who Duo used to consider as his own Father, gave the cross to him. That is his HERITAGE. That means something to you, doesn't it, Wufei?" Quatre sneered.
"His heritage…" Wufei whispered. Quatre seemed to lose all the fight in him and sank to the floor on his knees.
"And when he finally loved again," Quatre choked out. "I took it away." He shook his head, tears flowing down his pale cheeks. "Oh god, how could I? After everything he had been through." Quatre bent over and started sobbing heavily. He noticed a pain of hands reach for his shoulders and draw him close for an embrace.
"Its not your fault, Quatre." Whispered Trowa, as his hands stroked soothingly along the blond's back. He and Heero had gotten back from their mission and had heard shouting in the living room. He pulled back a little and looked down at the tear-stained face. "You know what your problem is, Quatre?" The blond just blinked back at him. "You tend to put everyone's troubles on your shoulders."
"But Trowa-"
"But nothing. There was nothing you could do. Things happen. It's fate. Don't blame yourself Quatre." Trowa said soothingly. He turned to face Wufei, and his face hardened. "As for you, I can't say the same. You should have not called him a slut. He did nothing to deserve it." Trowa led Quatre out of the room, stopping but the doorway where Heero stood. They shared an understanding nod and Trowa left with Quatre. Heero looked back into the room where Wufei sat, staring at the contents in his hands.
"He's right, you know?" Heero said, walking over to where his laptop rested. He quickly began to work, looking for any places that Duo might have been headed for. "I'm going to help Quatre find him. It would be best of you did the same."
"I will." Wufei said. He pocketed the cross and the picture and walked over to where Heero sat. "What have we got?"
"So far. Nothing." Heero replied, his eyes moving rapidly, reading across the screen. "Where do you think he might have gone?"
"I don't know. L2 maybe. But if he left last night, we wouldn't have a chance of getting to him." Wufei said.
Both of them thought for a moment. "He must still be taking on missions, right?" seeing Heero nod, Wufei continued. "Well, check any new missions. And the old ones."
"Right." Heero swiftly began looking over new and old missions. "Wait, here's one mission. It required all of us. Classified extremely dangerous and to use caution."
"I don't remember going on any missions that required all of us." Wufei said. He thought for a moment and his eyes widened in realization. "Oh no…"
He turned immediately and yelled, "QUATRE!"
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Disclaimer: dun own them
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***
"For god's sake, Wufei, Duo was raped!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Duo was raped. Now you calling him a slut… Oh god." Quatre sat down heavily on the opposite couch, putting his head in is hands.
"How? What? When…" Wufei started.
"When he was a kid, before we was taken into the Maxwell Church, he was captured by a gang. They raped him for days, okay? He was traumatized. He felt that it was his fault. For not being strong enough." Quatre ran his fingers through his hair. "He had sworn to himself that he would never ever be weak enough to let anyone ever do that to him again. And when you called him a slut, all those memories must have come rushing back."
"How was I supposed to know? Well, he was right about one thing. He was weak to let them rape him." Wufei replied haughtily, but inside his mind was in turmoil.
Quatre lunged up from the couch and punched him in the face. Wufei, not expecting this, stumbled back and fell on the couch. He looked up to see the Arabian glaring balefully at him.
"You cold-hearted bastard." Quatre spat out, eyes blazing. "You have any idea how much he loves you?"
Wufei was struck speechless. Duo loved him. What the hell was going on?
Quatre was rummaging through the box and he pulled out the black diary. He turned and threw it at Wufei, who caught it and looked up questioningly.
"Read the entry of January 31st."
Wufei opened the diary and turned to the page of the entry. As he read it, his eyes became wide in realization. "What-"
"And you know what else?" Quatre laughed hollowly. He pulled out the picture of sister Helen and the cross and threw those across to Wufei too. "He left you those too. Do you know how much that cross meant to him?"
Wufei just stared at the picture and the cross in his hands. Quatre continued. "That is a picture of sister Helen. A nun from the Maxwell church that had adopted him. And do you know what happened to that Church, Wufei? It burned. BURNED. The only place where he had found love had been burnt down. That was all he had left of it. Father Maxwell, who Duo used to consider as his own Father, gave the cross to him. That is his HERITAGE. That means something to you, doesn't it, Wufei?" Quatre sneered.
"His heritage…" Wufei whispered. Quatre seemed to lose all the fight in him and sank to the floor on his knees.
"And when he finally loved again," Quatre choked out. "I took it away." He shook his head, tears flowing down his pale cheeks. "Oh god, how could I? After everything he had been through." Quatre bent over and started sobbing heavily. He noticed a pain of hands reach for his shoulders and draw him close for an embrace.
"Its not your fault, Quatre." Whispered Trowa, as his hands stroked soothingly along the blond's back. He and Heero had gotten back from their mission and had heard shouting in the living room. He pulled back a little and looked down at the tear-stained face. "You know what your problem is, Quatre?" The blond just blinked back at him. "You tend to put everyone's troubles on your shoulders."
"But Trowa-"
"But nothing. There was nothing you could do. Things happen. It's fate. Don't blame yourself Quatre." Trowa said soothingly. He turned to face Wufei, and his face hardened. "As for you, I can't say the same. You should have not called him a slut. He did nothing to deserve it." Trowa led Quatre out of the room, stopping but the doorway where Heero stood. They shared an understanding nod and Trowa left with Quatre. Heero looked back into the room where Wufei sat, staring at the contents in his hands.
"He's right, you know?" Heero said, walking over to where his laptop rested. He quickly began to work, looking for any places that Duo might have been headed for. "I'm going to help Quatre find him. It would be best of you did the same."
"I will." Wufei said. He pocketed the cross and the picture and walked over to where Heero sat. "What have we got?"
"So far. Nothing." Heero replied, his eyes moving rapidly, reading across the screen. "Where do you think he might have gone?"
"I don't know. L2 maybe. But if he left last night, we wouldn't have a chance of getting to him." Wufei said.
Both of them thought for a moment. "He must still be taking on missions, right?" seeing Heero nod, Wufei continued. "Well, check any new missions. And the old ones."
"Right." Heero swiftly began looking over new and old missions. "Wait, here's one mission. It required all of us. Classified extremely dangerous and to use caution."
"I don't remember going on any missions that required all of us." Wufei said. He thought for a moment and his eyes widened in realization. "Oh no…"
He turned immediately and yelled, "QUATRE!"
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