Body ~ I know I haven't posted in a _long_ time, and I'm really sorry about that. Have no fear,

I am not dead (yet). I'm just a little overwhelmed at the moment. I've got three other fics

besides this one that I'm writing. Not only that, but it's finals time. I promise that as soon

as finals are over, chapters will be coming out a lot quicker. Anyway, I hope you enjoy

this latest installment!

Disclaimer: I do not, and never will own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.

If Only

Part VIIII

By: Penybright

When Sara hugged Heero, he tried to pull away, expecting Sara to hit him. When he

realized that Sara had no intention of hurting him, Heero relaxed slightly. He wasn't quite

sure how to react when Sara began to cry. Comforting was not something Heero had

encountered frequently. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around Sara, hugging her back

almost fearfully.

Sara pulled back, looking into Heero's eyes, searching for something.

"Why don't you come in and we'll talk," she suggested with a smile. Heero turned to the

others, and they all nodded.

"We'll be out here if you need us," Relena said, smiling softly.

Sara tugged on Heero's hand, gently pulling him into the house, and closing the door

behind her.

"It's so wonderful to see you after all these years!"

"Why?" Heero asked numbly. "Why would you be happy to see the monster who killed

your parents, his own parents?"

Sara was momentarily speechless.

"Heero It wasn't your fault. There is no way you could have known."

"Hn."

The kitchen door suddenly swung open violently. A man around the age of twenty with

dark-blue, almost black, eyes and chestnut colored hair stalked in, slamming the door shut

behind him.

"Where is he!?!"

"Cyril, please" Sara pleaded.

Cyril rounded on Heero, glaring at him.

"You!"

Cyril stepped forward, punching Hero right on the jaw. Heero's head snapped back and to

the side, but he didn't utter a protest. Cyril then proceeded to punch Heero in the gut,

causing him to double over. Sara tried to pull Cyril away from Heero, but Cyril threw her

against the wall. Sara scrambled to her feet and rushed outside to get help.

When Duo and Trowa ran in, followed by Sara and Relena, Cyril was shouting at Heero as

he kicked him. Heero was curled into a ball, trying to cringe away. Trowa grabbed Cyril's

left arm, and Duo grabbed his right. The two of them managed to drag Cyril away from a

battered and bloody Heero.

"Bastard!" Cyril shouted, struggling to get away from his captors.

Relena and Sara knelt beside Heero, trying to coax him out of the ball he had curled

himself into. As Trowa and Duo held off Heero's enraged brother, the two women helped

Heero out to the limo. Once Heero was safely inside, Cyril was released, and Duo and

Trowa entered the limo.

"I'll get you for this Heero!" Cyril shouted at the departing limo. "I'll make you suffer"

Cyril turned sharply, sneering at Sara as he walked by her.

"How could you possibly forgive that SOB? He doesn't deserve to be pitied or forgiven!"

Sara sadly watched the limo that carried her little brother become smaller and smaller.

With a sigh, she turned to go back into the house herself.

"He's already suffered enough"Sara whispered sadly.

~ Cyril's not a very nice guy. He swears a lot too Poor Heero, he's got more surprises

in store for him. The poor guy never gets a break. Oh, and no, I haven't forgotten about

Wufei. Questions? Comments? Criticism? Possibly suggestions?