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
Nikkler:  I want to see it too, it looks like such a funny movie.
Shori Musei:  You are such a yaoi freak... lol
Lisha: Yay! throws confetti
Cat Youkai:  gives you chibi Duo and Heero plushie
oni-dragon:  Yeah, lots of angst.  I'm actually very proud at how this fic turned out. 
outdone-cyrusly:  The chapters with the trail will be later one and then it'll only be in two parts.
jess-eklom:  Um...sorry, but I'm warning you now, it is going to have a mixed ending.  It'll be partially bad and partially good.
RekiaReium:  Of course it won't last long.
WindyRiver:  It's updated!
tigerjade:  The comics are always better....well, almost always.  The Gundam Wing series was better then the manga.
PATTY 40:  I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Chapter Eleven

            Heero stood at his locker, grabbing the books for his afternoon classes.  He had received word the day before that in a week, Duo would have to testify.  Like the American teen, he was worried that it wouldn't be enough time.  Sure, the braided boy had remembered a lot throughout the month, possibly enough that he was a reliable enough witness, but there was that little voice in that told the Japanese youth that it was not enough.  He just hoped that it was.  It was common knowledge among this small group of friends that Duo couldn't live with himself if his parents were found innocent. 

            Shutting his locker, Heero zipped up his bag and tossed it over his shoulder.  He turned and saw one of the school's cheerleaders walking towards him.  She was dress in a knee length pink skirt with a pink short sleeve shirt, a big bow in the middle of it.  She bright blue eyes were outlined with light pink eye shadow.  A pink bow in her hair completed the outfit.  The Japanese boy was not all too surprised by the thoroughness of her attire.  Yes, it was easy to tell that pink was Relena Peacecraft's favorite color, and it was common knowledge that she had the biggest crush on Heero. 

            "Hello, Heero," Relena said in her sickly sweet voice.

            "Hi, Relena," Heero responded in his usual monotone voice.  He attempted to move past her, but she got in her away.  "Relena, kindly step out of my way.  I can't be late to class," he stated.

            "There's still plenty of time," Relena countered.  "You know Heero; the Sadie Hawkins dance is coming up soon.  Do you have a date?"

            "I don't plan on going, Relena," Heero stated.  "I have better things to do."

            Relena huffed, placing her hands on her hips.  "C'mon, Heero.  Surely you want to go with me?"

            Heero rolled his eyes and shook his head.  "I don't go to school dances, Relena."

            "But you have too!" Relena shrieked.

            "No, I don't," Heero stated, side stepping the blonde cheerleader.  He walked away from her as she stood there and fumed over his decline for the dance.  He headed up the front stairs and to his class.  He always found History to be boring and a complete waist of time since he always passed the test.  So there he sat, boredly doodling in his notebook.  Each minute that passed seem to take an eternity, but after forty-five eternities, the class was over. 

            Heero quickly exited the room, heading to the room he knew Duo was coming from.  When he got there, Duo was still packing his things.  Walking into the room and up to the braided boy, he waited for him, which didn't take long.  The American teen was always the last out of the classroom, but he was in no means slow.  He just didn't like having people behind him.  Smiling softly, he looked up at the Japanese youth, who smiled back.  Together they left the room, a comfortable silence shared between them. 

            Looking around, Duo noticed all the posters for the up and coming dance.  The tradition for a Sadie Hawkins dance was for girls to ask out the boys.  The braided teen still did not see the point in it.  However, he did wonder if Heero planned on going, and if so, then who with.  He was not planning on going, not like he was expecting anyone to ask.  He hoped that their little group of friends could go in one group, instead of in couples, even if there were couples within the group.

            Once both brunettes where in the classroom, they went to their seats.  Heero sat in the back corner next to the window with Duo to his left.  The Japanese youth turned to his friend, resting an arm on the back of the chair.  Neither said a word to each other as class started.  This class seemed to go faster then the other classes, and seemed to be over quickly.  Once the last bell of the day rang, Heero and Duo headed down stairs to meet up with everyone else. 

            Outside, they all meet around Heero's Corvette.  They were making plans for the next day since it was Saturday.   They would have gone out that night, but Heero needed to take Duo over to the courthouse.  The American teen was nervous about it.  He was not going to testify, but more to be prepped and ready for when he did have to testify.  He had asked his Japanese friend to take him there and wait for him.  He always felt a little better and safer with the other boy with him. 

            "Alright, so we'll meet at the roller rake tomorrow at five?" Quatre confirmed.  Everyone nodded and then broke off to go their separate ways.  Heero and Duo got into the car and drove off.  They had the music on a low volume, for the purpose of keeping their nerves under control.  Between them, they had enough anxiety about what would happen to drive anyone crazy.

            They got to the courtroom in under a half an hour.  Outside, waiting on the steps, was Lillian Fisher, and Margaret Harrison, the District Attorney.  Duo walked a step behind Heero up the stairs.  He had not met the District Attorney yet, and was a little scared of her.  The Japanese teen had no problems with his friend's actions, since he had a better understanding as to why he did not like people.  He figured he knew why better then Ms. Fisher, who had been his case working since he was taken.

            Mrs. Harrison stepped up to Heero and Duo as they approached.  "Hello, boys," she called with a small smile. 

            "Hello," Lillian said, smiling.  "Heero, Duo, this is Mrs. Margaret Harrison.  Mrs. Harrison, this is Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell."

            "Shall we go inside?" Mrs. Harrison asked, heading inside before hearing an answer.  Lillian followed after her, with Heero and Duo behind herself. Inside, stone pillars stood from floor to ceiling, fashioned in the forms of ancient Greece.  Feet padded across marble flooring, echoing throughout the empty hallway.  They followed Mrs. Harrison into an empty courtroom.

            Walking up the path of court benches, Duo watched as Heero took a seat in the front row.  Lillian and Mrs. Harrison sat at the table to the right, after the sets of benches.  The jury box sat against the right side of the room.  The judge's bench sat directly across from the door they had walked through moment before, with the witness stand attached.  Two flags hung on both sides of the judge's chair. 

            "Wow, this place is big," Duo commented, looking around the room.

            Mrs. Harrison chuckled softly.  "Yes, it is.  This is where your parents trial is taking place.  Here, in this very room."

            Blinking, Duo turned to face her.  "Will they be in the room when I testify?"

            Mrs. Harrison nodded.  "They will, but they can't talk to or touch you." She pointed to the table across from the one she was.  "They'll be sitting there, at the defendants table, with their lawyer.  I'll be here, at the prosecution table."

            "Where will I be?" Duo asked.

            "You'll be sitting at the witness stand," Mrs. Harrison informed, standing and walking over to it.  "While you're here, I'll ask you questions, and you just answer honestly.  Now, your parent's lawyer has the option of asking questions as well.  But, again, just answer them honestly."

            "How long should it take?" Duo inquired.

            "I'll try to make it go as quickly as possible, I don't know about the defense though," Mrs. Harrison answered. 

            Duo nodded.  "How long should the trial be?"

            Mrs. Harrison shrugged.  "I'm not sure.  We're almost done presenting our case.  We'll call you to the stand in a few days, then the defense gets to present its case."

            "I don't see who they could possibly have as witnesses," Lillian commented. 

            "I don't either," Mrs. Harrison agreed.  "But they're going with an insanity defense."

            "They're not insane," Heero stated from where he was sitting.  "They're just jackasses."

            "Well, that's not what they're going with, but I happen to agree," Mrs. Harrison said, glancing at the watch on her wrist.  "Well, we better get you both out of here.  Ms. Fisher told your parents that you'd be home by four."

            Duo nodded, walking up to Heero, who stood.  "Nice meeting you," he said to Mrs. Harrison.

            "Nice to meet you to, Duo, Heero," Mrs. Harrison said, smiling softly.

            Heero nodded and left with Duo.  They left the courthouse and decided on getting some ice cream before heading home.  The stopped at a little ice cream shop and got two chocolate cones and ate them in Heero's car.   The American teen had finished his first and waited patiently for Heero to finish.  Once both of them finished, they headed for the braided teen's place of residence. 

            When they got there, they noticed neither Father Maxwell nor Sister Helene was home.  Duo assumed they went out to run a quick errand and decided to wait in the car with Heero until they arrived home.  Shutting off the car, both boys leaned back until they were comfortable.  Neither of them spoke for a while, not seeing a reason too. 

            Duo was the first to break their shared silence.  "Thanks, Heero...for everything," he said, turning his head to face the other boy.

            Heero shook his head.  "I didn't do anything," he said.

            "Yes, you did," Duo interrupted. "If you hadn't approached me, I never would have tried to remember anything.  I didn't want to remember anything.  Besides, you were the first real friend I've had in a while."

            Heero smiled softly.  "I will always be your friend.  To be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left."

            "You haven't?"

            Heero shook his head.  "I'd try to, and all my friends would tell me that I had to and move on.  I agreed with them too, then just when I'd think I was over it, I'd remember something, or dream about when you were taken, and then it would be that much harder to forget."

            "I'm sorry to have caused you so much grief," Duo said softly.

            Heero shook his head.  "You didn't cause any grief.  Besides, I was glad that I couldn't forget.... I didn't want to forget."  He looked up out to rearview mirror and saw Father Maxwell pulling up.  "I guess you have to go now," he muttered.

            Duo nodded, opening his door.  "I'll talk to you later, Heero," he said, leaning over, giving the Japanese teen a chaste kiss before getting out of the car.  Smiling, Heero pulled out of the driveway, watching out the corner of his eye as Duo walked into the house with Father Maxwell.