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
Cat Youkai: Hell, he should just be shot.
jess-eklom:
Nope, neither Heero or Duo die, so it's all good.
Hazel-Beka: I'm glad
you liked it but you won't find out if they're guilty or innocent until the
next chapter.
RekiaReium: So stab him in the eye, I don't need him anymore.
tigerjade: I'm glad you liked it and sorry this one took
a while to get out to you.
Shori Musei:
Yes, many fans wish to kill Mr. Bennett. ¬¬ I can't
imagine why though....
PATTY 40: I'm glad you liked it so much. Personally, I think anyone can write with that kind of emotion, you just have to be able to feel
what the characters going through in order to write it. Hopefully you don't
literally know how the character feels, but you get what I'm saying.
Thalia16: Well, you can help everyone kill the lawyer. I don't need him
anymore.
Lisha: lol I told you so!
priscel: Don't
worry, Duo's fine.
Death's Sweet Kiss: I'm glad you liked it so
much.
LadyDragonWolfKnight: Of course his part is over, now he just has to wait, and that's
worse.
ruby01: I don't really know what much Japanese
outside of baka and I don't think it would be start for Heero to call Duo a
baka. I'm glad
you liked it though.
Duo-23: lol The
cliffhanger in the chapter is worse then last chapter.
Kitsunes Shinigami:
I'm glad you liked it.
Demonskid: I'm glad you liked
it but you won't find out if they're guilty or innocent until the next chapter.
WhiteRoseninja09: I'm glad you loved it so
much.
WindyRiver: Don't I always? lol Actually, this time
took longer because I had a friend over for a week and a half.
Notes: Sorry this took a
while to get out. A friend of mine flew
down from Washington so I spent all my time with her. Reviews are much appreciated. Also, THERE IS ONE MORE CHAPTER AFTER THIS!! Isn't that sad?! ::cries::
Chapter Thirteen
Duo sat on Heero's bed, staring
obliviously into the wall. It had been a
week and a half since he had testified.
Since then, he hadn't spoken much, even when someone asked him to. He fell back into his depression. Eyes always downcast, not speaking to anyone,
Heero included. He even started thinking
of taking a knife to his arm again.
Testifying in front of an open court had emotionally devastated Duo, and
everyone close to him could tell.
Heero was next to Duo, thinking of anyway he could possibly cheer up the braided teen. All of his earlier attempts had failed, most of them not even catching the other boy's attention. He had all but given up. All of his friends told him to keep trying, as did Duo's social worker. However, at the progress rate he was going at, he could be trying to get Duo to say something for the next few years.
Sighing, Heero looked over at the digital clock on his side table. It was time to get Duo home to Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. Every night he'd tell them that he made no progress and see the look on their faces. That was probably the only reason he still tried, was to get rid of the disappointed looks. Shaking his head slightly, Heero reached over and shook Duo's shoulder.
"C'mon, Duo, it's time to go home," he stated. Duo nodded, getting off the bed and grabbing his bag. Heero sighed again. That was Duo's normal reaction to a question, either a nod or shake of the head. It was like when they first met, only then he spoke every once and a while. They went down to Heero's car in silence, and the drive to Duo's house was just as quiet.
After dropping off Duo, Heero headed over to Quatre's. He needed someone to talk to, and the small blonde was the best. At the door, Iria, one of Quatre's many sisters, greeted him. She told him where in the house Quatre was, and that's where he went. Currently, the blonde was in his bedroom studying with Trowa for the history test that was to take place the next day.
Heero made it to Quatre's room without getting lost and knocked on the door. Trowa opened the door, not surprised by Heero's presence. He let Heero into the room, and the Japanese youth went and sat in the computer chair. Quatre was on the bed, a concerned look on his face. He already knew why Heero was there, and was more then happy to help him with whatever he needed.
"Duo still isn't talking?" Quatre asked knowingly.
Heero shook his head. "Not a word, and no matter what I do, I get no reaction."
Quatre sighed. "Heero, you can't let him stay like this. It's not good for him to keep everything bottled inside."
"I know, Quatre. But...it's not that easy to get him to open up," Heero stated. "Hell, it wasn't easy to get him to trust me."
"Have you tried talking to him someplace where he feels safe?" Trowa asked quietly.
Heero shook his head. "I don't think there is a place where he feels safe," he commented.
"Nonsense," Quatre said, "everyone feels safe somewhere."
"Not Duo," Heero muttered, "he's always looking around no matter where we are, even at Father Maxwell's. I just hope that'll change once we hear the verdict."
Quatre nodded. "That was hard on him. He wasn't ready to go on the stand."
"I know, but nothing was going to stop him," Heero stated. "He did it for his brother."
"It's a noble reason," Trowa commented, "but if he wasn't ready then he shouldn't have gone up there. All of us know that."
Heero shook his head. "I tried to talk him out of it, but he wanted to. Even Mrs. Harrison agreed that if he wasn't ready then he shouldn't go up there."
Quatre sighed. "He broke down on the stand, which should have been reason enough to end his testimony. You know that defense attorney had more to ask."
Trowa nodded. "It wouldn't have done him any good, not after Duo's outburst."
"Are you sure Duo hasn't started cutting himself again?" Quatre asked.
Heero nodded. "I grab his arm all the time, and he never shows any sign of it. He doesn't cringe, or tell me to let go. No blood comes off his clothes."
"Then tomorrow, you need to go over to his house, and talk to him there. Maybe there he'll feel safe enough to talk to you," Quatre stated.
"I will, Quatre," Heero replied.
The next afternoon, Heero went to Father Maxwell's. The priest and nun were at one of the local churches, leaving Duo by himself. None of them liked the idea of doing that, but did not have much of a choice. Duo was too old for a baby sitter, and he did not do well with strangers. Heero was the only other option, and he usually could not get there until late morning or the early afternoon.
Knocking on the door, Heero stood there, waiting for Duo to answer. When he heard no movement coming from inside, he was a little worried, and knocked again. Still no answer. Sighing, Heero pulled out his keys and grabbed the one for the house. Sister Helen gave him one shortly before Duo had to testify. Unlocking the door, Heero stepped inside the small house.
A few feet in front of him was a beer can, lying on its side, empty. Blinking, Heero jogged into the living room. He found Duo nearly unconscious on the couch, half a dozen beer cans around him. Heero sighed sadly. Walking over to the couch, he shook Duo. Hearing the groan of discomfort, he relaxed slightly. Lifting the smaller boy he, Heero took him up the stairs.
He was surprised at how lightweight Duo was. Sure, he looked small, but he weighed less then he looked. Taking Duo until the bathroom, he set him next to the bathtub and stood. Grabbing a washcloth, he dampened it in the sink, pressing it to Duo's forehead. The brunette stirred slightly, slowly opening his eyes. "H-Heero?" he mumbled weakly.
"Its okay, Duo. I'm here," Heero said reassuringly.
"I think I'm gonna be sick...." Duo groaned, moving towards the toilet. He did not even get the seat up before his stomach lurched and all the alcohol came back up, making it into the toilet, and onto it.
Heero sighed, pulling back Duo's hair so it did not get in the way. "Are you okay?"
Duo nodded. "I'm fine...now, go away," he muttered.
"Duo, I'm not going anywhere," Heero stated. "We need to talk. You can't do this to yourself."
"Leave me alone," Duo mumbled, pushing Heero away. "Just let me be an emotional wreck."
"Duo, I'm not going to let you sit here and sulk. You did nothing wrong when you testified," Heero stated.
"But he's right! You could have told me everything and it wouldn't make a difference!"
"Duo, you and I both know I didn't tell you a damn thing," Heero stated. "And when we go to the courthouse tomorrow, they'll return a guilty verdict, and you can get on with your life."
"You promise they'll return a guilty verdict?" Duo asked, looking up at Heero with blood shot eyes.
"With your testimony, I don't see how they couldn't," Heero said reassuringly. "Now, let's get you and this bathroom cleaned up before Father Maxwell gets home."
Duo nodded, shakily getting off the tiled floor. "I'll go get the paper towels and disinfectant," he stated before leaving the bathroom.
Heero nodded, flushing the toilet. He should tell Father Maxwell about this, but he would not. He figured that Duo would, seeing as this is probably the first time it has happened. Duo quickly returned with the paper towels and disinfectant and they set to work cleaning up the toilet and floor.
Heero and Duo sat in the full courtroom in the front row behind Mrs. Harrison. Occasionally, Duo would glance over at his parents, only to earn a glare from his father. He was nervous again. His palms were sweating, and he could not stop moving in his seat. He was slightly reassured that everything would be find when he felt Heero's hand on his own.
The door by the judge's bench opened, and the jurors slowly piled out onto the jury stand. Duo tensed slightly, tightening his grip on Heero's hand. The bailiff took the sheet of paper from the foreman and took it over to the judge. She looked over it briefly before handing it back to the bailiff to take back to the man. "Will the defendants please rise," she ordered. Duo's parents and Mr. Bennett did as they were asked. "Mr. Foreman, will you please read the verdict."
Nodding, the middle aged man opened up the folded paper. "We the people from the defendants...."