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.

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Recommended Readings
1. The Caged Rose by Shori Musei (Yu-Gi-Oh!)
2. Flying on Broken Wings by Violet Nyte (Gundam Wing)
3. Love Changes by The Demonic Duo (Gravitation)
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Chapter Five
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          Heero sat at his computer, typing up another report.  It was the weekend, and he had three reports to type.  He was also having Quatre and Trowa coming over with a bunch of pictures, in hope of jogging Duo's memory.  Quatre had the most pictures, since his sisters loved taking so many of him when he was younger.  The blonde's friends where in a great deal of them.  He hoped that some of these pictures would help Duo remember some of the good things from his past. 

          Sighing, Heero looked over at his bed.  Duo laid there, book in his hand.  The braided boy had showed up over an hour ago, book tucked tightly in his hands.  Father Maxwell had dropped him off on the way to one of the local churches.  Heero took Duo up to his room and explained that he still had some homework to finish.  Duo understood and went over to the bed.  They stayed like that for the whole hour.  Completely silent except for the gentle tapping of computer keys.

          Sighing, Heero shut down his computer, and went over to his bed.  Duo didn't look up from his book until Heero sat down next to him on the bed.  He glanced over at the Japanese boy with soft violet orbs, shutting his book.  The braided boy sat up on the bed, placing his book over on the night stand.  They sat there in silence, neither of them feeling the need to say anything.  Both had grown accustom to silence over their lives.

          "When will they be here?" Duo asked softly.

          "In a few minutes," Heero answered.  "They're bringing pictures over."

          "Why?"

          "We're going to help you remember your past."

          Duo shook his head.  "I don't want to remember."

          "Why not?"

          "According to everyone, I've lived a horrible life and I'd like to forget it."

          "Well, I'm sure there has been some good in your life."

          Duo shook his head.  "I doubt it," he muttered.  "From what I've remembered so far it's horrible.  I don't want to remember it all."

          "What have you remembered?" Heero questioned.

          Duo frowned.  "You don't want to know," he stated softly.

          "Yes, I do."

          Duo sighed.  "I-I don't know when it happened, but there's this girl... and... s-she..." Duo couldn't finish his sentence.  The tears slowly rolled down his face.  "...s-she was raping me..." he muttered sorrowfully.

          Heero pulled Duo to him, rubbing the braided boys back.  "It's alright.  She can't hurt you, not anymore."

          Duo sniffled softly.  "I know she can't!  I just don't understand!  Why would anyone do something like that?"

          "No one knows, they just do," Heero whispered.  "However, I'm sure the girl is in Juvenile Detention."

          "I hope she stays there for a long time," Duo muttered. 

          Smiling softly, Heero ran his hand through Duo's hair, stopping when it reached the top of his braid.  "C'mon, everyone's gonna be here soon," he said softly. 

          Duo nodded.  "I'm gonna go get washed up," he said, getting off the bed and leaving the room, heading for the bathroom.

          Heero got off the bed and went back over to his computer.  Grabbing his books, he shoved them into his bag and set it on the table.  Secretly, he was hoping this would work and Duo would remember everything.  The braided boy needed to remember for a few reasons.  If he didn't remember, then the brunette's parents would get away with what they did.  Also, he wanted his old Duo back.  The one who always smiled, laughed, and joked around. 

          "Hello, Heero," Quatre said quietly from the door. 

          Heero turned to see him standing there with Trowa.  "Hey," he replied.  "Did you bring the photo album?"

          Quatre nodded, showing Heero the brown book in his arms.  "Dad asked why I needed it, so I told him it was for a school project," the blonde informed him.

          "Where's Duo?" Trowa questioned.

          "In the bathroom," Heero told him.  "We started talking about something and he got upset about it."

          Quatre nodded, walking past Heero to put the book on his bed.  "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.

          Heero shook his head.  "I'd prefer he not remember anything, but he has to," replied the Japanese youth.

          "What does Duo want?" Trowa asked.

          "He'd rather keep things the way they are," Heero said.  "But, I'm hoping that he'll remember the good things for now.  He's already remembered one bad thing."

          "What has he remembered?" Quatre asked softly.

          Sighing, Heero went over to the bed, sitting down next to Quatre.  "He remembered being raped," he answered softly.  "He talked about being able to hear her.  He said that he could actually feel her."

          Quatre gasped softly. "That's so horrible," he murmured. 

          "I know... That's why I want him to remember something good from his past," Heero stated.

          The room fell silent as they waited for Duo to return.  None of them spoke, not sure what to say.  Trowa was leaning against the wall, with Quatre and Heero sitting on the large bed.  They remained silent when Duo entered the room, and found them all there.  He was expecting a little more time before they showed up.  Sighing softly, he went and sat on the bed on the other side of Heero. 

          Smiling softly, Quatre looked over at Duo.  "Hello, Duo.  How are you?"

          "I'm fine," Duo said softly.  "You?"

          "I've been better," Quatre replied.

          Duo nodded his understanding.  Heero reached over and picked up the photo album from next to Quatre.  He opened it up to a certain point before handing Duo the tattered brown book.  Duo reluctantly took the book from Heero.  He didn't want to remember, but for some reason, the feeling of emptiness was too much, and he had to know.  If he remembered something horrible, then he had Heero there for comfort.  The braided boy wasn't sure why, but have the Japanese boy near him was always a source of comfort.  He figured it had something to do with what he remembered, and what the girl said to him. 

          They all sat there as Duo flipped through the pages.  He examined each picture.  Some were of just one of them, some where pairs, and others were group shots.  Some had Duo with people he didn't know from school, others he didn't recognize at all.  He finally reached the end of the book, and shut it softly.  He slowly shoved the book away, bringing his knees to his chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around his legs. 

          "What's wrong, Duo?" Quatre asked softly.

          "I-I don't remember any of this," Duo whispered softly.  He remembered nothing.  He held no memory that he could match to the faces.  No laughing voice to match with the smiling faces.  An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.  What if he never remembered?  What if he went the rest of his life without knowing about his childhood?  There were too many unanswered questions, and the braided boy wondered if he'd ever have answers to them. 

          Heero reached out, his hand clutching Duo's shoulder tenderly.  "It's alright," he whispered. 

          "No, it's not," Duo stated.  "If I can't remember this then that can't be me!"

          "It is you, Duo!" Heero insisted.

          "No, it's not!" Duo shouted.  "That can't be me! I would have remembered!"

          Duo was on the verge of tears again, so Heero decided to drop the subject for the moment.  He did the only thing he could think of and pulled Duo into his embrace.  The braided boy screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears from escaping their shell.  Quatre watched the two, but mostly Duo's reaction.  He was amazed at the reluctance the braided boy had to begin with, but his reaction amazed the blonde even more.  He looked over at Trowa, who was watching Heero and Duo.

          Taking a deep breath, Quatre moved down the bed and picked up the photo album.  His flipped through a few pages before stopping at one with four separate pictures on it.  Peeling back the protective covering, Quatre lifted one of the pictures from the sheet before replacing the covering.  He reached over and grabbed a few tissues and handed them to Duo.  The braided brunette opened his teary eyes and took the tissues from the blonde.   

          Quatre looked into teary violet eyes with his gentle aquamarine eyes.  "Duo, do you recognize the two people in this picture?" He asked in a soft tone, holding up the picture so Duo could see it. 

          The three-by-five still shot was of two boys, one a few years older then the other.  The smaller, younger boy was obviously Duo, with his bright, lively violet eyes and chestnut hair.  The other boy had the same lively violet eyes, but blonde hair.  Duo didn't recognize the second boy, but figured that they younger one was himself. 

          Duo slowly reached up and pointed to himself.  "That's me... I don't know who the other person is," he said timidly.

          "The other person is Solo," Quatre explained.  "He's your older brother.  He was eight in this picture, and you were six."  The blonde turned the picture over, showing Duo the writing on the back.  It read 'Solo and Duo Maxwell, ages 8 and 6.'  Duo reached out and took the picture from Quatre.  "If you'd like it, you can keep it," the blonde stated.

          Duo examined the picture most closely.  He could see some resemblance between himself and Solo.  Wiping his cheeks and nose, Duo looked up at Quatre through red, watery eyes.  "Thanks," he whispered.