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
T-MOD:  -____-; You are such a loser.
LadyDragonWolfKnight:  It's going to be a painful process, for Duo anyway.
Princess2000204:  I feel sorry for him! And I write it!
Shori Musei:  Yes, I'm glad... _
Camillian:  ^_^ I'm glad you like it!
RekiaReium: Sweetie... you have no idea.
PATTY 40:  I'm glad you like it.
Windy River:  ^__^ I'll try to update as much as I can, but FFN hates me... _
Tia:  Yes, someone is a bigger freak then you, and I couldn't post this since my account was frozen for stupid reasons.
Dark-English-Rose:  I'm glad you like it.
Priscel:  ^_^ I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Cat Youkai: Yes, yes you are.
Solo:  I'm glad you liked it!
Psycho-Angsty-Bishounen-Luvr:  A lot of people feel sorry for Duo... even I do.
Rena Lupin:  I know, but, I kinda need him to be dead... but if I didn't, he'd be there making things better.
Lisha:  lol Are you sure things will be okay?

Notes: //blah blah blah//= Dream

Chapter Six
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          Duo sat up on the bed, looking through the photo album again.  Trowa and Quatre had left hours earlier.  Quatre allowed for Duo to keep the book so he could look through it.  Eventually, Heero went to bed, keeping Duo to his thoughts.  The brunette was glad to have some time to himself.  He stayed up looking through the album.

          Duo shut the book gently.  He had finished looking through it again, and had remembered nothing.  Not a sound.  No names.  No smiling faces.  Not a single day from the pictures.  He would draw a blank with each picture.  He was just as naïve of his past now as when he started looking through the pictures.  He sighed, putting the book on the floor and laid down on the bed.

          Glancing over, the braided boy stared at Heero.  The Japanese youth was sleeping peacefully.  His hair jutted out in all directions and a small smile danced across his lips.  Duo wondered what he was dreaming about that caused him to look so peaceful.  He wondered how long it had been since he had slept well enough to smile in his sleep.  Rolling into his side, Duo buried his head into the pillow and slowly shut his eyes.

          // "Duo! Stop messing around, you're going to break something!" Solo shouted, running towards his younger brother.  Duo wasn't paying attention and knocked into a side table, sending a vase to the floor, listening to it shatter loudly.  Solo's eyes widen as he pushed Duo out of the way and started to clean the mess.

          Duo looked on with wide violet eyes as Solo attempted to get their irate father to calm again.  Earlier, the small brunette had knocked over a vase and it shattered all over the floor.  Solo was in the process of cleaning it up when their father came home from one of the local bars.  He was furious, to say the least.  His eyes flared with rage as he walked towards the two brothers.

          "What the hell did you do, ya little shit?!" He roared, stumbling over his feet.

          Solo's violet eyes widened with fear as he etched away from their drunken father.  "I-it's nothing! I'll clean it up!" He said shakily.

          Their father wouldn't hear any excuses this time.  He brought his fat hand down across Solo's face.  The blonde bit back a scream of pain.  "You're worthless!" Their father shouted, smacking him again.  Twin set's of violet eyes collected water in the corners, both for two different reasons. 

          Duo watched from a shadowed corner as Solo was beaten.  Tears streaked down his face as his brother tried to get away, only to be stopped and beaten harder.  He wanted to try and stop his father but was too scared.  He stayed huddled in the corner, arms wrapped protectively around himself.  As quickly as it started, it was over, and their father stormed off.

          The brunette slowly inched out of the corner and towards Solo's limp body.  He noticed the pool of blood around the blonde's head and that he wasn't breathing.  Reaching out a hand, Duo shook Solo's shoulder gently.  When the blonde didn't respond, Duo tried again, shaking his shoulder rougher then the first.  He tried again, and kept trying, shaking him rougher each new time.

          "Solo! C'mon Solo, wake up!" Duo said, tears rolling down his cheeks.//

          "Solo!" Duo shot up in bed, coated in a sheen of cold sweat.  Wide violet eyes scanned the room and found Heero sitting up next to him.  The Japanese youth was staring at him, worry written in his eyes.  The braided brunette stared up at Heero for a few moments, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

          Heero reached over and turned the light on.  Duo was shaking, sobbing.  His knees were drawn up to his chest, arms around his legs with his head resting on the tops of his knees.  Heero sat there next to Duo, waiting for the other boy to calm down enough to talk.  He wanted to know what would cause Duo to wake up with a shout.  He also wandered what he had remembered that would make him say Solo's name.

          Duo sniffed softly, never lifting his head as he spoke, "I-it's my fault...."

          "What is?" Heero questioned.

          "...T-the reason he's dead... it's my fault!" Duo shouted, hugging himself tighter.  "If I had listened to him he'd still be here!"

          Heero reached out hugging Duo tightly.  "It's wasn't your fault... whatever happened, it's wasn't your fault."

          Duo nodded.  "Yes it was! He told me to stop messing around and I didn't listen!"  He looked up at Heero with big watery eyes.  "He died trying to clean up my mess!  Our father came in and he saw Solo trying to clean up the shattered glass and beat him!"  Duo began rocking back and forth, breathing heavily.  "I-I should have listened to him!"

          Shaking his head, Heero grabbed a few tissues and wiped Duo's cheek and nose.  "It wasn't your fault," he repeated.  "You were young and didn't know any better.  Besides, what normal child listens to what they're told to do?"

          Duo sniffed.  "Normally, a child's simple disobedience didn't get one of their siblings killed," he countered softly.

          Heero bit his bottom lip.  "That still wasn't your fault.  You're father should have known better and stopped hitting your brother."

          Duo buried his head into Heero's chest.  "It's still my fault... I should have listened to him... If I had, he wouldn't have died to begin with." 

          Sighing, Heero ran his fingers through Duo's hair.  "...You can't keep blaming yourself for this.  You were young and you didn't deserve to see that.  It was his fault, not yours."

          "That doesn't change the fact that I was partly the cause for Solo's death," Duo muttered.

          Heero sighed again.  "Why don't we talk about it more in the morning, alright?"

          Duo nodded.  "Alright... if I can sleep anymore tonight."  Getting out of Heero's grasp, Duo laid back down, facing the other boy's direction.  "Night," he whispered softly, slowly closing his eyes.

          Heero smiled, leaning down and kissed Duo's forehead.  "G'night," he said, lying down next to the other brunette.  "....I love you..." he muttered, closing his eyes.