Title: Lost
Rating: R
Warnings: This story includes
adult topics such as; child abuse, child molestation, yaoi
(1x2 and some 3x4/13x5), self-mutilation, and death. This is also an AU fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam
Wing.
Summary: When they were seven, Heero and Duo were
inseparable. Then one day, Duo was taken
by Social Services. Now, ten years
later, Heero is a high school senior, when Duo suddenly finds his way back into
his life. The problem?
Duo doesn't remember anything from his childhood.
Thanks To
The Reviewers
Chang Meiling:
Your point? Of course I have chapters
done....I'm no longer posting things unless I have enough chapters written so
that if I get stuff I can still keep updating.
Shori Musei: I know....and it's only going to get
worse.... -____-;; I don't know why I'm in an angst
mood all of a sudden.
Die Spitze:
I don't plan on losing track of where it's going.
Baby Traci: So many questions...and so many chapters
until the answers. ^__^
Rena Lupin:
o_O I've...already been damned....and it's only the
first chapter... ^__^; that's gotta be a new record!
j:
^__^ I will. I won't let it
die....like all my other stuff...
Lisha:
hahaha....You'll get more fic...you always
do....
Princess2000204: ^__^ Thanks.
I'm glad you like the first chapter.
Cat Youkai: If you're sniffing now...you may not want to
read the rest of it.
KittyDawningWWE: No, Duo wasn't a foster child of the Lowe's, he was Heero's friend and was over there playing in
the sandbox.
Chapter Two
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Heero shot up in his bed,
sweat rolling down his face and bare chest.
He breathed heavily in attempt to get his erratic heart to slow its
frantic beating. His whole body shook
with repressed rage and pain. His
muscles tightened as his fist enclosed the sheets. It had been the third time that week he had
awoken to the dreadful memory. Three
times he had watched his friend get taken away.
Three times that he would go to school on two hours of sleep.
Heero Yuy had changed a lot since the day Duo Maxwell was taken away right in front of his eyes. Over the years, his face had grown cold and hard. Rarely did he show emotion. His physical appearance changed as well. Instead of being short and scrawny, he was tall, broad, and muscled. Persian blue eyes beamed in the light while showing no emotion. Where eyes were the windows to a person's soul, his were two unmovable doors. Topping out at six foot three, Heero was one of the tallest people in the school. Each muscle was clearly defined, even under that thickest of coats. Chocolate brown hair was messy as ever, pieces sticking in all directions.
Sighing, he tossed the comforter to the side, and got out of bed. He glared at the clock before turning the alarm off so it wouldn't sound off at the appropriate time. He went into the bathroom, turning on the light, then the water. He splashed the cool water on his face and neck, rubbing his tense muscles. Sighing again he shut off the water and decided to get in the shower.
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Upon entering school grounds, Heero went over to where his friends usually sat. Trowa was there with his boyfriend, Quatre. Heero wasn't all that surprised when two of his long time friends got together. Wufei was there as well, arguing with his boyfriend, Treize. His sister, Meilan, was laughing at the insults Treize said to her twin, good-naturally of course. Trowa sister, Catherine, Sally, and Hilde were talking over a bunch of magazines. Heero sat down between Treize and Quatre.
"Is there something wrong, Heero?" Quatre asked.
"Hn."
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked softly.
"I had that dream again," Heero answered.
"That's the third time this week," Wufei commented.
"I know," Heero said. "If it happens one more time, I won't have the energy to come to school."
"Still, it's been ten years since Duo was taken, don't you think it's time to put that all behind you?" Quatre inquired.
"I try too, and just when I think I have, I remember all the fun we had," Heero commented.
"Heero, you have to put it behind you," Catherine said. "He isn't coming back."
Heero glared at her. "I know that. It's just....it's difficult." He sighed. "Although, I was hoping that when they finally brought his parents to trial, I'd be able to see him, but at the rate they're going, the trial may never happen."
"You actually have hopes?" Wufei asked.
Treize smacked Wufei lightly. "It's good that you have hope, Heero, but yours is a delusional hope. If Duo was going to come back, he would have by now."
"I know that!" Heero bellowed. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This would be so much easier if he hadn't been taken in front of my eyes."
Quatre placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "That couldn't have been helped. He was always at your house when he wasn't at his own. And if they had taken you from the room, you still would have noticed that something was up when Duo wasn't there, or didn't come over the next day."
Heero sighed softly. "I know..." Heero stood from the table, plucking his bag from the ground. "I'm heading inside. I'll see you all at lunch."
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Tall, lanky, and skinny. Three words to describe the boy who walked down the halls. Long chestnut brown hair braided into a thinning rope. Dead-like violet eyes stared down at the floor, outlined in eyeliner. Black combat boots padded softly on the tiled floor. Baggy black cargo pants were too big for his small frame and hung off his hips barely held up by the belt. Black shirt clung to his small frame, white priest collar the only thing sticking out among his black attire.
He continued down the hall, ignoring the looks from everyone as he went to his classroom. He looked at his schedule, and found he needed room number 310. The last bell rang and everyone made a mad dash for their classes so they wouldn't be considered tardy. This boy, however, kept his slow steady pace. He entered the classroom, and everyone looked up.
He flinched inwardly, but headed towards the teacher's desk. Handing the elderly man his schedule and waited for further instructions. He never looked up from his feet, kicking the tile floor with the tip of his boot. He took his paper back from the man.
Standing, the middle aged-man got the attention of his class. "Class, this is Duo Maxwell," he said in a soft voice. The class held their attention for a few moments before going back to what they were doing. "Well, Mr. Maxwell, you can sit in the back next to Quatre."
Duo looked up at the man. "Who is that?" He asked his voice barely above a whisper. He waited as the man scanned the room and pointed to a blonde sitting in the back of the room. Nodding, Duo walked towards the back of the room.
Quatre turned to Treize as Duo slowly approached. "Please...tell me he didn't just call him Duo Maxwell..." he whispered to Treize.
"I wish I could..." Treize said. "...should we tell Heero?"
"He's going to find out," Quatre stated. "He'll just get pissed at us if we don't tell him."
"Well, don't say anything to Duo," Treize said.
"Why not?"
"...because it's been ten years, he may not even remember Heero."
"Good point," Quatre whispered as Duo sat down. The blonde turned to Duo, a smile on his face. "Hello," he said cheerfully.
"Hello," Duo said softly, not looking towards him.
Quatre frowned slightly. "I'm Quatre and this is Treize," he said, pointing to the brunette next to him.
"Hello, Duo," Treize said with a small smile. Duo nodded in reply. "So, where did you move from?"
Duo shrugged. "I've move so much I stopped learning places and names," he answered softly.
"So, have you ever been to the area?" Quatre asked.
Duo shook his head. "This is my first time here, I don't think I'll be here for long though."
"Why is that?" Treize asked.
"We never stay in one place for too long," Duo said.
"How come?" Quatre questioned.
Duo shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it," he said softly.
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Heero stood at his locker with Trowa, waiting for everyone else to show up. They had lunch, and were happy that it was a forty-five minute lunch break. Both boys received notes in they're lockers from Treize and Quatre, saying they had something important to talk about. Both acknowledged Wufei's approach with a nod.
"Mr. Khushrenada, Mr. Winner, there is no running in the hall way!" Bellowed a male teacher.
"Sorry!" The blonde and brunette said, rounding the corner and going up the hall. They came to a halt in front of Wufei, Heero, and Trowa. Both of them were panting heavily, leaning against the lockers to keep from slumping to the ground.
"Is there a reason for the early PE class, considering you hate PE, Quatre?" Trowa asked.
"No..." Quatre answered. "But, we know something that might brighten Heero's spirits."
Heero glanced up at them, eyebrow raised in skepticism. "What?"
"He's back," Treize said, leaning against Wufei.
"Who is?" Trowa inquired.
"Duo is," Quatre stated.
Heero's head shot up. "What?!"
"Duo's back, he's in our first hour," Treize stated. "But, he doesn't remember anything."
"Yeah, he says this is his first time to the area," Quatre added.
"I have to find him!" Heero stated.
"Heero! He doesn't remember anything, and if he does, he probably doesn't want to see anyone otherwise he would have brought you up!" Quatre declared.
"I still have to go find him!" Heero told him. He pushed off the locker and headed down the hall, intending to find Duo.