Title: Lost
Rating: R
Warnings: This story includes adult topics such as; child abuse,
child molestation, yaoi (1x2 and some 3x4/13x5),
self-mutilation, rape, 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
LadyDragonWolfKnight: I know! But....things aren't
really gonna get much better for Duo.
Lisha:
^_^; Sure....if you want to imagine Heero
helping him...go ahead... _
Shori Musei: I don't know when I'll have them hook up....
I guess it'll be whenever I feel like it. *shrugs* I haven't abandoned my fic!!
I just...set it aside until my muses want to work on it.
Kate: Is soonly
even a real word? Or is it one of your 'technical terms'?
Rachel: Sweetie, Kate already had
me writing chapter four before you ever got the link to it. ^_^
lil-jenny: ;_; I know! I'm so mean!
Tia: I know, Heero should have
killed them, but they weren't that important so I didn't care.
little princess: I'm not sure, but I'll know when I write it!
And then you'll know when you read it! ^_^
PATTY40: ^__^ I'm glad you like
it so far. I hope you like future
chapters just as much!
HeeroDuo1x2x1: ^___^ I'm glad
that you like it! I'll have to check
your story out, I'm in the mood for some good
Duo-angst.
Rena Lupin:
o.o
Clam down, that's probably the only time you'll read about her anyway.
priscel: ^__^ I'm glad you love them so
much!
Princess2000204: Protective Hen mode....? Heh...that's cute.
Recommended Reading: I have something out there for al
those Duo-angst lovers! My friend posted
a fic under her penname called Freedom is
Slavery. It's so awesome and perfect
for anyone who loves Duo-angst! The fic
is under my Favorite Stories list and her penname is under my favorite authors
list. Check it out! Her penname is Sailor Aurora Helios. ^___^
Chapter Four
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Duo sat on Heero's king size
bed, curled into a tight ball. He hadn't
spoken a word since they left the alley.
The braided boy wanted to go straight home, but Heero had suggested they
stop at his house until Duo had calmed down.
He had agreed without a second thought.
Once at Heero's, the Japanese boy had taken the American up to his room
and offered him some tea, which he had declined. When he left the room to get some tea for
himself, Duo had curled into a ball and proceeded to cry again.
Duo looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, teary violet met concerned blue. Heero sat down, wrapping his arms around Duo's shoulders. Tensing, Duo remained in his ball, looking away from the Japanese youth. Sighing softly, Heero reached towards the table and plucked a cup of tea from the tray, bringing it over to Duo.
Duo looked at the cup and shook his head. "I don't want any...." he said softly.
"You should drink it," Heero said gently. "It'll make you feel better." Duo shook his head again.
Duo felt himself being forced into her. The more he tried to get away, the more she would beat him. He finally gave up, seeing as he had no where to go. She had finally tied him to the bed. Tears streaked down his cheeks as she kissed him roughly.
Duo blinked, trying to keep the tears from spilling out of his eyes. He buried his head in his knees, crystalline tears soaking his pants. "Please....make it stop..." he mumbled softly.
Heero reached down, wrapping his arms around Duo's shaking frame. "Shh... It's okay... those boys aren't going to hurt you anymore..." he whispered soothingly.
Duo rocked back and forth, trying to stop his tears. "I-it's not that..." he said softly. "I-I can hear her voice... I c-can feel her..."
"Who?" Heero questioned.
"I-I don't know!" Duo sobbed even harder. "I-I just want it to go away!"
Heero pulled Duo closer to him. "She can't hurt you..." he assured. "...I promise she can't hurt you."
Duo shook his head against Heero's chest. "Make her go away...." he whispered softly.
Heero ran his fingers through Duo's hair. "I wish I could..." he muttered softly.
They sat there on Heero's bed for a long time. Heero offered Duo comfort whenever needed. Duo stayed in Heero's lap until he had fallen asleep, still clutching Heero's green tank top. The Japanese youth didn't realize that Duo had fallen asleep until he looked down to find him sleeping peacefully against his chest. Working carefully as not to wake the sleeping American, Heero moved Duo onto the bed and pulled out of the room.
Heero went down stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing the phone along the way. He walked over to the refrigerator, plucking the business card from the clean white exterior. Reading from the card, Heero quickly dialed the number to Lillian Fisher's office. The first time he called, after one ring, he got the busy tone. Sighing, he hung up then tried again, being successful the second time at getting through to the Social Services worker.
"Lillian Fisher speaking, how may I help you?" she said politely.
"Ms. Fisher, this is Heero," said the Japanese youth.
"Hello Heero, what's the reason for your call?" Lillian questioned.
"Well, obviously it's in reference to Duo."
"Obviously."
Heero twitched. "On the way home today, something happened, and I think he started remembering when he was raped."
Lillian became even more interested then when she first found out the caller was Heero. "What happened on the way home?"
"I think these people started with the intension to mug him, and it just got worse from there," Heero explained. "I got there before anything serious happened, but then when I got him to my house, he started talking about making some girl stop, and said he could hear and feel her."
There was silence from Lillian for a few moments before she spoke. "Alright, keep him at your place. I'll call Father Maxwell and tell him he needs to pick Duo up," she said.
"Okay," Heero replied before hanging up the phone. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair, attempting to push some of the unruly pieces from his face. This was going to be harder then he originally thought; which was really hard to begin with. Pushing away from the table, Heero stood and left the kitchen, heading back upstairs.
Going back to his room, Heero walked over to the computer and booted it up. Duo was still sleeping on his bed and he decided this was the best time to do his homework. He needed to finish his history report, and then he needed to do his trigonometry homework. Walking back towards the bed, he grabbed his bag and looked over at Duo. The braided boy looked so peaceful, completely oblivious to the world around him for the time being.
Shaking his head, Heero went to his computer and opened the Word program, then his history report. His report was at least twenty pages at the moment, and was on the bombings of Hiroshima. He was surprised at how many references there were on the subject. Taking his history book from his bag, he opened it up to the notes he'd written down during his time in the library. Never taking his eyes off the scribbled notes, Heero typed quickly. He didn't have much more to work on, but still wanted it finished soon.
He wouldn't have that luxury though. A gently whimpering stole his attention from his history. Turning in his chair, Heero stairs at the sleeping boy on his bed. Duo was tossing in his sleep, letting out small whispers, before curling up back into a ball. Getting out of his chair, Heero walked over to the bed and sat down next to Duo. Reaching out, he gently shook him awake.
Duo jerked awake, sitting up abruptly, breathing heavily. Tears brimmed in his eyes, slowly being released from their shell. He started shaking and sobbing quietly, curling into a tight ball. Heero reached out, wrapping his arms around Duo's shoulders. He felt the smaller boy tense in his embrace. Pulling back slightly, Heero rubbed Duo's back soothingly. He continued to sob, wiping his eyes with his sleeves.
Reaching over to his nightstand, Heero grabbed a box of tissues and handed it to Duo. "What's wrong?" He questioned silently.
Duo took a couple tissues and wiped his nose. "I can hear screaming when I sleep.... but I don't know who it is...."
"How long have you heard this screaming?"
"I don't know.... a little over a year..." Duo responded, blowing his nose softly.
"Is the person saying anything, or just screaming?"
"They scream and shout," Duo said softly. "It's so awful."
Heero reached out, wiping away a single tear on Duo's cheek. "What are they saying?" He asked softly.
Duo shook his head. "Please.... I don't want to that about it..." he whispered softly. He turned to face him with teary violet eyes.
Heero nodded. "Alright... we don't have too."
Duo sniffed. "I just want it all to end...."
"There isn't much you can do about it," Heero commented.
Duo shook his head. "I know... I've tried."
Heero stared at Duo. "You've tried committing suicide?"
Duo nodded. "I don't remember when, but I have the scars from it."
"Duo...." Heero reached out, taking Duo's hand in his own. "...promise me you won't do that again."
Blinking, the braided boy turned to Heero. "I-I....I promise...." he said softly. Smiling softly, Heero reached out and hugged Duo protectively.