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
Ookami Kage:  lol S'ok, I've done that before.  Also, just for you, I'll try to finish Tying the Knot, but I can't guarantee anything. 
Hells-angel8:  I'm glad you like this fic so much and I figured it was time for Duo take the initiative to get on with his life. 
Thalia16: They won't pull anything, but I can't say the same for their lawyer.
Shori Musei: It had to be chaste.  Like Duo would use tongue for as scared as he is.
LadyDragonWolfKnight:  They'll never get to the dance.  I'll tell you that much.
tigerjade:  I know! . Behold the power of pink!
WindyRiver: Don't I always? .
Princess2000204:  Meh, there's always going to be mistakes.  Even in books with people who are paid to look for mistakes, there will be.  Duo's ready to testify, or as ready as anyone can be.
RekiaReium:  I hope you mean happiness go boom as in it goes away?  Because that's going to happen.
Cat Youkai:  Please, with you, the insanity never leaves.
jess-eklom:  Yes, this is a deathfic, but none of the guys are going to die, just so you know.  I hope you keep reading anyway.

Notes: I need more reviews!!...or at least I need my other reviewers back!

Chapter Twelve

            Duo lay on Heero's bed, arms wrapped securely around one of the pillows.  The Japanese boy was at his computer, playing the expert level on Minesweeper.  It was the night before the braided teen was to testify in front of everyone.  He was nervous, that was for sure.  Many doubts and questions ran wild in the deep recesses of his mine.  Would the people believe him?  Would his parents be found guilt?  Duo was not sure if he could testify, almost to scared to step into the courtroom with his parents in there too, the look of hatred he knew would be sent at him.

            Heero had more confidence in Duo's abilities.  Whenever the American would put himself down, the Japanese boy was there to bring him back up, disagreeing with whatever was said.  It usually took a few times to convince him, but eventually the braided teen would agree, the subject dropped until the next time.  Heero did not seem to mind much, knowing about Duo's life and how hard it was.  Even he was tempted to slam his head into something in order to forget ever knowing it at all, which gave him a better understanding why Duo did it.

            Shutting off his computer, Heero went over to the bed, lying next to Duo.  The other teen rolled onto his side to face him.  Neither of them said anything, already know each other's fears and worries.  Father Maxwell decided to let Duo stay with Heero for the emotional support he would need.  No one was sure why, but the way the American took to him was amazing to them.  He had never really gotten close to anyone, and would often push away anyone who tried, but not with the Japanese youth.  After the incident in the alley, you never saw Heero without Duo—outside of a class that is.

            Duo looked into Heero deep blue pools, fear written in his dead violet eyes.   "Heero... I'm scared...." he said softly.  "What if I can't do this or I blow it on the stand?"

            "You'll do fine," Heero said seriously.  "When you're up there, just answer the questions honestly.  If you start feeling confined, just ask to stop, and Mrs. Harrison will ask for a recess."

            "I know she will, but what if the judge won't do it?" Duo questioned.  "Or what if I say something wrong and then my parent's aren't found guilty because of it?" 

            "Duo! You'll be fine!" Heero insisted.  "There's nothing to worry about."

            "You're wrong!  There's plenty to worry about!" Duo stated.  "If they're found to be innocent, then I have to go back with them!"

            "You won't be going back with them!" Heero said, sitting up and looking down at the braided brunette.  "They don't have custody of you, and they won't be getting custody.  I promise you they won't!"

            "How can you be so sure?" Duo demanded.

            Sighing, Heero looked away from Duo.  "The day before I confronted you in the library, Ms. Fisher, Father Maxwell, and Sister Helen were here when I got home.  They told me everything that happened to you, and once they left, I went for the nearest bathroom.  After I finished tossing up my breakfast from the day before, I vowed never to let anyone hurt you again.  After the thing in the alley, I said it to myself again."

            Duo sat up, staring at Heero with angry eyes.  "You knew!" he shouted.  "You knew about everything that happened to me and you still made me remember!"    

            "I couldn't tell you what happened to you!" Heero stated. "You had to remember it for yourself!  Otherwise they couldn't use you as a witness!"

            "Oh, so that's the only reason we're friends?!" Duo asked, tears in his eyes.  "I trusted you!"

            "Duo, that's not why I'm friends with you!" Heero said.  "Since you left I haven't stopped thinking about you!  I was your friend before you were taken and I'm still your friend now!"

            Looking over Heero's form, Duo sighed, lying back down, facing away from the other teen.  "I just want to go to bed..." he muttered.

            Nodding, Heero got out of bed and went over to the door, flicking the light switch, the lights cutting off their endless stream of light.  In the dark, the Japanese boy had no problems making his way back over to the bed.  He got under the blanket, moving away from the edge of the bed.  Reaching out he found Duo's form and gave him a small hug.  "Night," he said, turning away.

            Smiling slightly, Duo moved closer to Heero until contact was made.  There was not a lot of contact, but just enough so each of them had the comfort of knowing the other was there. "Night, Heero...." he muttered with a yawn.
                                                                       

            Duo sat outside the courtroom, waiting for the bailiff to come get him.  He was doing some deep breathing exercises to keep from hyperventilating.  Just inside, the courtroom was filled with people, including his friends, foster parents, social worker, and his parents.  He was scared, really scared.  Before he went in, Heero told him he would be fine and he was ready for this, but the American teen greatly disagreed.  Even with all the prepping and fake courtroom settings to get him ready, Duo was not sure he could do it, but he did not want to let anyone down. 

            The door opened, and Duo stood as the court officer walked out and beckoned for him.  Taking another deep breath, Duo followed him in, looking straight ahead.  The judge was in front of him--a woman in her late forties with graying brown hair.  The benches were filled with people, his friends, Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Lillian Fisher in the front row. Mrs. Harrison stood in front of the prosecution's desk, looking serious but with a small, comforting smile on her face.  Across from her sat Mr. Bennett.  Out the corner of his eyes, Duo could see his mother and father.  His mother was looking down at the table, scowl on her face, while his father was glaring murderously at him.

            Resisting the urge to gulp, Duo stepped into the witness box as the bailiff walked towards him, bible in hand.  The American teen stood still as the bible was placed in front of him.  "Place your right hand on the bible," the bailiff ordered gently and Duo did so.  "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

            Duo nodded.  "I do."

            The bailiff pulled the bible away and said, "You may be seated," before he went to the other side of the Judge's bench.  Duo sat down and waited for Mrs. Harrison to begin.

            "Hello, Duo," she said kindly.  "I'm going to make this go as quickly as possible."  Duo nodded, ready for her to begin.  "Duo, there has been many court hearing over the dismissal of this case because of your amnesia, but you have remember some things about life with your parents, isn't that correct?"

            "Yes, ma'am," Duo said shortly.

            "Would you kindly tell us what you've remembered?" Mrs. Harrison asked.

            Biting his lip, Duo nodded.  "T-the first thing I remember about them was when Solo was killed."

            "Who was Solo?" Mrs. Harrison asked.

            "My older brother," Duo answered. 

            "Who murdered him, Duo?"

            "O-our father did."

            "Why?"

            "I don't know why," Duo said.  "Solo was cleaning up a mess I caused when I was running around when he got home."

            Mrs. Harrison nodded.  "What else have you remembered?"

            "I remember this one time; Dad came into my room and told me I was going home with this guy named Marcus.  I don't know why, but I was scared.  I don't remember what happened at his place," Duo explained.  "When I told him I didn't want to go, he yelled and hit me."

            "Anything else that you remember?"

            "Well, there was this one time before Solo's death.  I was thirsty and asked him to go get me a drink of water, so he did.  On his way back to our room, he tripped over the tile floor and dropped the glass.  It broken and water was everywhere.  Then I heard him yelling at Solo."

            "Do you remember what was said?"

            "No.  I curled up under my blanket to drown out the noise," Duo said softly.

            Mrs. Harrison nodded.  "Thank you, Duo," d, walking back to her desk.  "Your witness," she called to Mr. Bennett.

            Mr. Bennett stood, button up the buttons on his jacket.  "Duo, aside from your testimony, if there any other proof of what happened."

            Mrs. Harrison stood quickly.  "Abjection.  Your Honor, we have already given other evidence to support Duo's claim."

            "Sustained," the judge said calmly and Mrs. Harrison sat back down, earning a quick glare from Mr. Bennett.

            Sighing, Mr. Bennett turned back to Duo.  "Duo, you never told anyone about the abuse, is that correct?"

            "Yes sir," Duo answered.

            "Why not?"

            "I was scared."

            "You were scared," Mr. Bennett repeated, "of what?"

            "Of what my parents would do if they found out."

            "Really?  Or could it have been that there was no abuse?  That is was all lies?" Mr. Bennett demanded.

            "There was too abuse!" Duo stated.

            "Then why didn't you tell anyone?" Mr. Bennett demanded.

            "Abjection! Asked and answered!"

            "Sustained."

            "Duo, did anyone ever ask you how you go the bruises?"

            "Yes, some did."

            "Why didn't you tell them that it was abuse?"

            "I don't know if I did or not," Duo stated.  "I don't remember that."

             "Oh, really?"  Mr. Bennett went over to his desk and grabbed a sheet of paper.  "Do you know what this is, Duo?"

            "No sir, I don't," Duo said.

            "This is a copy of you statement taken by Social Services after you were removed from your home," Mr. Bennett stated, handing Duo the paper.  "Will you please read the highlighted portion."

            Taking the paper, Duo looked down to where the yellow highlighted portion jumped out against the black and white page.  "I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want them to know.  Once an officer came to class and said it was wrong and told us if it was happening to tell someone, but I didn't," Duo read aloud.

            "So, if you didn't tell anyone, who do we know there was actual abuse?" Mr. Bennett asked.

            "Why would I lie about something like this?" Duo questioned.

            "Yes, why would you?  Do you hate your parents?" Mr. Bennett inquired.  "Did you want to get away from them so badly that you were willing to do or say anything to get away?"

            "No, that's not true!" Duo said, shaking his head.

            Mr. Bennett waved his hand.  "Duo, are you aware of earlier testimony given by a Ms. Lillian Fisher?"

            "No, I am not."

            "Really?  Well, would you be pleased to know that she admitted to speaking to your friend, Heero Yuy, and told him what happened to you?"

            "I know that already, Heero told me last night."

            "Really?  Well, then is it possible that he told about what your parents did so you'd be ready to testify?" Mr. Bennett asked.  "Well?  Did he tell you what happened to you when you were a child?"

            "No, he didn't!" Duo stated.

            "Really?  You expect us to believe that he didn't tell you anything?  That he just sat back and helped you remember without influence?"

            "He didn't tell me anything!" Duo repeated.  "He was just there when I needed him!  When I needed someone to talk to!"

            "Or you talked to him whenever you needed something to remember!" Mr. Bennett accused.  "So then he'd tell you!"

            "No...you're wrong," Duo muttered, biting his lip to keep the tears from falling.   

            "Abjection! He's badgering the witness!"

            "Sustained, move along Mr. Bennett."

            "Do you know what perjury is?"

            "I'm not lying," Duo stated softly.

            "You expect twelve people to believe that with your friend's knowledge of what happened, that you never asked and he never told?" Mr. Bennett scowled slightly.  "That, Duo, is a delusion even worse then you lies."

            "You're wrong!" Duo shouted, standing from his chair, crystalline tears coming in small streams from distressed violet pools.  "I remembered things that no one knew!  My father killed Solo for the stupidest thing and it wasn't even his fault!  If I hadn't broken the stupid glass vase, he'd still be here!" he informed.  "He should have known when to stop, though!" Pointing to his father, Duo continued.  "He stood there and bashed Solo into the floor until he was bleeding and unconscious but wouldn't stop!  He just kept going and going until he was satisfied and then it was too late!" Slumping back down in his chair, Duo buried his head in his hands. "He killed my brother and ruined my life!!"

            Mr. Bennett stood there, staring at Duo in shock.  He never would have guessed that this soft spoken boy in front of him was capable of yelling like he had.  "I'm done with this witness," he said, going back to his desk.

            "The witness is excused," the judge said.  Standing, Duo quickly exited the courtroom.  It didn't take but a moment for Heero to go after him, followed by the rest of their friends.