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
RekiaReuim: That would be an awesome candy...
PATTY 40: lol short but sweet. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
priscel: Heero's folks are cool in this. They want what's best for Duo, which is to make sure his parents end up in jail for the rest of their lives.
Princess2000204: S'ok, but now you can review every chapter after this so I can try and get back up to an average of 15 reviews per chapter.
Cat Youkai: Is this soon enough to be over my writers block?
Shori Musei: lol this is true, and that's just sad....
WindyRiver: I'm updating as much as I can! But since there's two weeks left in my school year I've been studying for finals and doing all these big reports.
Crescent: I'm glad you like it!...and it is kinda unnerving and I normally write Duo as the energetic pain in the ass that he is, but I needed a change.
Lisha: Yup...are you okay?
Solo: You mean you weren't already insane? Hehehe...I want you to review every chapter after this!! I need to get my reviews back up.
Hinto Hoshiko: Hey, not all my chapters can be long. It's just how it writes itself.
Link Worshiper: I'm glad this is one of those stories! I just thought this was another angst story to be added to the pile.
Rena Lupin: I know, but he needed to be dead for this story. But, he's alive in For Love and Basketball!
Thanatosscythe: The poking isn't annoying to me.
Solo D. Maxwell-Yuy: Um, hi.
Chapter Eight
Heero and Duo slowly made the trek across the field to the braided boy's old place of residence. Both boys were nervous about what would happen while there, and about what Duo might remember. The Japanese boy was worried that if Duo remembered too much, it would send him over the edge again, and he'd do something dangerous to himself. Heero wouldn't let it happen though, refusing to let this go through again.
They got up to the rickety house that looked like it was falling off its frame work. Windows were boarded shut, doors locked. Heero pulled out the keys and unlocked the deadbolt. Even with the door unlocked, it was still hard to open. The Japanese boy had to slam his shoulder into it a few times before it would open. He stumbled in as the door flew open on its own accord. Duo walked in after Heero, looking around the dirty house.
Heero shut the door s Duo walked past him, looking around the house with the interested eyes of a child. The Japanese boy stayed back by the door as the American looked around, feeling the walls, looking for signs of what his life was like. Amethyst eyes looked around intently, hands tracing over dust covered walls, tracing the outlines of what was once there.
"Do you remember which room was mine?" Duo asked quietly, turning back to Heero.
Nodding, Heero walked over to Duo and gently grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the stairs. They walked up, Duo's hand still tucked protectively in Heero's. The braided boy looked at the other skeptically, but made no move to pull his hand away. He allowed the other boy to drag him to the second room on the second floor before his hand was released.
Heero opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Duo to enter first. "Do you want me to stay, or leave?"
"Just shut the door and wait outside, please," Duo said softly, walking into his old room. Heero nodded and shut the door, leaving the other brunette to his thoughts. Amethyst eyes looked about the room as he moved to the center of the bare floor. Sitting down, Duo shut his eyes, trying to remember anything that he could.
"Solo, will you read to me?"
Duo opened his eyes, looking around. He could almost see a younger version of himself holding out a children's book to his brother. Shaking his head, he turned to stare at the floor. He couldn't get the idea out of his head that it was his fault that Solo died. He sighed, laying against the dusty floor and shutting his eyes again.
"Duo! Where the hell are ya?!"
"I-I'm over here..."
"Well get over here! You're staying with Marcus tonight."
"But D-daddy, I don't want to go!"
"Don't you back talk to me, boy!" The sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room.
Duo opened his eyes, the tears falling silently down his cheeks. He looked around the room, biting on his bottom lip. He wiped his cheeks and stood, pacing around the room. He took in breath after breath, processing everything he had remembered up to this point. He went over to the window and looked out, staring aimlessly into the backyard.
"Please, Solo!"
"Duo, keep your voice down. You'll wake dad!"
"Sorry...but I want something to drink!"
"Alright, alright! I'll get you something to drink."
"Thank you!"
A five year old Duo watched as his brother left the room and headed to the bathroom. He was amazed that his brother could move throughout the house without a light on and not run into anything. If Duo had tried to do that, he'd usually run into something or trip over his feet. He heard the water running as knew Solo was filling up the little glass that sat on the sink.
He heard Solo's footsteps walking quietly out of bathroom. The next sound Duo heard was the sound of glass smashing against the broken tile floor. A light flicked on, and large steps were heard in the hallway. Duo tucked himself into his bed; curling into a tight ball, preparing to listen to what he knew was coming.
Duo screwed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from falling. He didn't want to keep reliving the bad things, and wanted to remember something good. He wasn't holding out much hope for it though. Out of everything he remembered, nothing was good. There were only memories of his family, but none of his friends. How could he be sure if Heero was telling the truth when he says that they knew each other?
Sighing, Duo pushed off the wall and walked over to the door, slowly reaching out to open it. He found Heero sitting on the floor right outside the door. The Japanese boy stood quickly and looked at the other brunette. The braided boy shook his head and walked past him and down the stairs.
Blinking a few times, Heero turned and went down the stairs. He heard the front door shut and figured Duo had left. He followed quickly, making sure to lock the door. He ran across the field in an attempt to catch up with Duo, who was walking at a quick pace. When he was close enough, he reached out and grabbed Duo's shoulder. The braided boy turned to face Heero, unshed tears in his deep amethyst orbs.
"Duo, what's wrong?" Heero asked.
"I can't remember anything!" Duo shouted.
"What? You didn't remember anything?" Heero questioned.
"I can only remember the bad!" Duo said. "Nothing good! Nothing about you, or Quatre, or Wufei, or anyone who says that they knew me before I was taken away! If I can't remember anything about you guys then how do I know what you all say is true?!" The tears were streaming down his cheeks, dripping off his chin onto the ground.
Heero caught his lip between his teeth. "Duo, you can't expect to remember everything, and you don't have control over what you remember."
"But I'm tired of remember that I had a horrible life!" Duo stated. "I liked it better when I knew nothing! Then at least I knew that nothing could harm me!"
"Nothing can harm you now!" Heero yelled. Duo recoiled, moving away from the other boy. He sighed. "Duo, look I'm—"
"I want to go home, please," Duo whispered.
Heero sighed again. "Alright, I'll take you home."