Woot! Sorry it tuk so long tu update! Comppy troubles! -' Heres chapter 2, its not very long but i tried o Please enjoy!
Chapter 2: Crying Whispers
Heero…Heero…Wake up…Heero…What? Who's there? What's that voice?
Heero…Voices…calling me…who are you?
Quatre shook Heero's shoulder
"No, Let him rest. He looks so stressed out." The principle put her hand on Quatre's shoulder. "He must be exhausted…"
Quatre nodded his head, "Thank you Relena. I'm glad you called." He looked down at Heero lying in the bed in the nurses office and smiled that smile, but it seemed to curve into a small frown. "I'm glad you found him…If it wasn't for you…"
"Its ok" Relena giggled. "I bet anyone would have done the same. He is a student of my school after all. I have to see to it that he's safe and gets a good education in a safe environment." Relena flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "Besides…I should be thanking you for brining such a wonderful student to my school. I have high hopes for Heero. It's a challenge, but I don't regret it."
Hours past, as night came into the quiet sky. Clouds passed the moon and kissed the sky. Quatre waved his goodbyes to Relena as he drove away to take the sleepy Heero home.
The night air was so cold. It felt like a thousand knives cutting through the skin. Winter was close, but not close enough to be this cold. Halloween was only days away.
The boy with the big blue eyes shimmered as they stared at the beauty if the moon. He swung back and forth slowly on the lonely park swing, as he just kept taking in deep breaths and sighing with glowing eyes. He pushed off the ground without lifting his feet off of it as the wind pushed the swing and rocked him gently. His gaze then left the moon and fell to his feet. The swing went slower and slower until it came to a stop. His arms were hurting; swinging didn't really help his legs feel any better either. His face had scratches and bruises, his clothes were a mess, and he didn't really smell all to good.
His vision was getting blurred. He was feeling a little light headed. His eyelids felt heavy. The next thing he could remember was the sound of the swing's chain clanking together and the scrape of the parks woodchips on his face, then…out cold on the floor of the lonely park.
"Holy shit!" The car came to a brief stop. " Is that a little boy over there?" Quatre quickly turned the corner and made his way to the park. He left Heero still sleeping in the car, and walked over to the unconscious boy. "Hey! Kid! Are you alright!?" Quatre bent down on his knees and lifted the boy's head up. "Hey! Wake up! Wake up!" He shook him and patted his cheek a few times. "Out cold…." Quatre's eyes made their way to the many bruises and scars left on the boy. "Whoa…what happened to you?" He looked at the boy with sorrow in his eyes as he looked to his left then to his right. "Well, I cant just leave you here…I bet your parents are worried sick." He lifted him up and walked over to the car, then put him in the back seat next to Heero. "Hmm, He looks like he's American…I guess his family must have transferred over here." He stared up the car again and put the heat on high to warm the boy. Even unconscious, he could see that he was shivering. "I should get home right away, no more stops. It's Friday, and I'm pooped."
Now it was the moons time to go to sleep as the sun woke up and the sky smiled brightly with white clouds hovering over the sun every once and a while, making a cool breeze and dimming the scene.
Quatre was in the kitchen cooking breakfast as he stared at nothingness. "Man…Heero…you gave me quite a scare…." Holding eggs in one hand, a spatula in the other, and a pink apron, he sniffed the air. "Gah! The pancakes are burning!!" He quickly put the eggs on the counter as one rolled off and flipped the food onto plates before they got too overcooked. He fanned smoke away from the smoke detector and took a deep breath. "Phew, I should be more careful…well, foods done." He took off his apron and hung it up beside the oven and walked up the spiral stairs. "Heero, dinner's ready!" He knocked on his door. "Heero?" He cracked it open to see that Heero's covers were on the floor and Heero not in his room. "Heero? Where are you?" He heard the slam of shoes on the floor as he walked over to the room two doors down the hallway. There he saw Heero standing motionless in the doorway with shoes by his feet. "Heero, what are you…" Quatre stopped and looked into the room to see a pair a big blue eyes staring straight at Heero's from a white bed covered with pillows and blankets. There was no sound, no movement, just curiosity and confusion.
"Oh, Heero…I didn't get a chance to tell you…but I found this boy over…" Heero quickly picked up his shoes and walked past Quatre, not even glancing at him and walked down the stairs to the breakfast table. "Hey…Heero!" Quatre looked at the boy as he walked slowly in the room. "I'm sorry for that…he's a little shy." Quatre bent down and put his hand on the bed, "So…What's your name?" Quatre reached for the boy as if to touch his arm but he winced and slid off the bed. "Oh! Are you ok? What's wrong? You shouldn't try to move just yet, your very badly hurt!" The boy rushed over to the corner of the room and pulled his knees to his chest.
"No! I didn't do anything! Don't touch me, what did I do wrong!?" He held his head and rocked back and forth. "Leave me alone…" Quatre walked over slowly to the boy.
"Its ok, I'm not going to hurt you." He made sure to keep his distance. "Please could you at least tell me your name?" The boy didn't look up.
"Duo…"
"Duo? Well…That's a strange name…although…you are American after all, right?" Quatre had to laugh. "I'm Quatre, nice to meet you Duo." He slowly inched closer to the boy. "So…Duo…Can you tell me what's wrong? What happened to you?" Quatre watched as the boy slowly lifted his head, He was crying.
"Nothing…You're just going to hurt me like everyone else…I cant trust anyone anymore…no one…"
"But…you can trust me…please tell me…"
Duo looked straight into Quatre's eyes, "Why?! So you can make fun of me, too?! And call me retarded!! I might be dumb, but I have feelings just like everyone else!!" The boy broke down and cried, holding his face in his hands. Quatre looked at him and realized that the boy was mental. He didn't know, he couldn't tell just by looking at him, and he would never make fun of him for that. He felt so sorry for him. Quatre could feel his face get puffy and his cheeks get warm. His tears couldn't stay inside his head for long. Seeing the boy so hurt, outside and the inside, this scene made his heart ache.
"So…is that it then? Are being picked on because of your handicap?"
The boy still cried but was able to say, "Don't say that! I'm not handicapped! It's not a disease! I'm not disabled! I don't need any pity!" Quatre nodded as more tears came from his face.
"You're right, there's nothing wrong with you…" Quatre scooted in and quickly held onto the boy.
"What are you doing?! Let go of me…please…I don't need anyone to feel sorry for me…please…let go…" Quatre ignored the boy's struggling, and just embraced the boy and thought to himself,
"You poor boy…I'm so sorry…I'm…sorry…" All of a sudden both of them began to cry as Duo gave up a struggle to break free of Quatre's grasp. Besides…it felt nice…in his arms…he felt…safe….
Heero was at the table, and he heard everything, his ears were as sharp as a fox. He didn't eat yet, for some reason, he just didn't feel hungry. His face was emotionless as he got up, grabbed his coat and went outside.
TO BE CONTINUED