Chapter Three: (sorry for the long update, I'm trying to write as fast as I can to update all my stories for the holiday seasons!)

The door was silently opened and Duo's cold violet eyes perked up, ready to take on any challenge that dared try and hurt Heero. Heero had protected him from that man, his "foster father".

A smaller silhouetted frame appeared in the doorway, shifting slightly under the weight of something. A pair of soft blue eyes stared into Duo's violet eyes and he felt reassured by this person's eyes that they would do no harm to the one he loved.

A silky hand landed lightly on Heero's forehead and the teenager opened groggy eyes to see light blue eyes that spoke volumes in the dark silence.

"Heero…" She whispered, her motherly instinct kicking in as she lifted a heavy comforter and placed it on the boy's cold form. She brushed away a stubborn bang that was covering his lovely eyes. "How are you feeling?" She questioned.

"Fine," His voice cracked a little when he talked though it held no emotion in it, nor pain from the newly forming bruises on his wiry form.

"Who's this?" She questioned kindly but softly, so as not to awaken the sleeping drunk in her bedroom.

"A cat that found its way here," He said softly. "I named him Duo." A brief flash of something in his eyes caught his mother's attention when he said the name.

"Duo? Such a good name for a cat, he looks so handsome." She commented lightly to her 'son'.

"Mother…" She was the only one that he had ever called that and she felt pride with that. "Are you alright?" He questioned, looking at the black eye she sported.

"Yes," She knew the 'but what about work?' question would come up and she continued softly as the wind, "It's nothing that cover-up won't handle." She felt tears sting her eyes as she drew him into a hug, Duo in the middle of it, not minding at all until he felt water fall onto his fur. He tried looking up to see what was wrong but to no avail.

"M-mother…?" He blinked in shock and awe, not minding some of the pain he had as some of the more painful spots on his body was hit.

"I'm so sorry, Heero." She sobbed quietly to him as he patted her back slightly, trying to comfort her. "H-He said he was so sorry, and everything was perfect until-until he s-started d-d-drinking again…!" Tears trailed down her cheeks, coursing down her cheek indents like rivers would.

Prussian eyes widened slightly and he blinked and then he felt them lower and soften. "I'm sure it'll get better, it did before." He soothed her quietly.

"But then it always came back, again and again." She said, calming down a bit. "I'm afraid, Heero." She said to him, "I'm afraid for you and for your safety."

Heero looked at her; "I'll be fine, I'm sure of it." She told her quietly, avoiding her concerned and questioning eyes.

She nodded slightly as she got up, leaving the room silently, her thoughts still tangled and questioning herself. 'I'm afraid for him, how can he live like this? One day he might end up killing him!' She twisted her hands in a frustrated manner and she opened the door, looking at her snoring husband sprawled on the bed.

Back in his room, Heero looked down at his wrists, the faint slightly raised lines healing. He avoided the eyes of the cat, which seemed to hold more intelligence than any other cat he'd seen. He reached across his bed and opened a drawer, taking out a blade. He closed his eyes and cut his wrists slightly in the dark, Duo's nocturnal eyes widening as he jumped at the teenager.

"Don't." His new mater said to him, warning him not to come near. His task was already done and he took some wrappings and tied them around his bleeding wrists. "Don't…" He was able to whisper before once again falling into a dreamless and haunted sleep, which added to the dark lines under his eyes.

Duo's eyes looked worriedly at Heero, gulping slightly at the lump forming in his throat. How could he sit here and do nothing to try and stop him, stop him and his father?!

He heard murmuring in the boy's turmoil-filled sleep and jerked his head, his cat ears picking up what the reckless teenager was whispering; "It's all my fault, it's my fault…"

'Heero,' Duo's mind sobbed. 'It's not your fault, it's not your fault.' If he weren't a cat, he'd surely have cried but sorrow filled mewing was all that escaped.

Author's note:

Thank you everyone for the reviews, the next chapter will be a flashback on what happened between Duo and Relena. Thank you everyone for the support! Those who thought Heero's mother would enter were correct. I'm tying this in with the psychological behavior of an abusive relationship, etc. Wow, that was a mouthful! Anyhow, please write reviews on what you thought of this chapter, suggestions, mistakes, stupidness on my part, etc. BTW, Heero may seem OOC, sorry bout that if it's so (I think it is).