Dass-chan: Hey all! I am so VERY happy everyone likes my fic!
Fate: Stupid people! Stop encouraging the onna-writer!!
Takin: Yeah! She's making us work harded cause you like her stupid gay-wad fic!!
Dass-chan: I have such hateful muses... Oh well, at least SOME peole like my fic! '^-^'
So I'm given a shout out to my first 6 Reviewers!! ^_~*
1DVL- What's that stand for?
2Harlequin Light
3Galyn
4Dreamer- I know Hee-chan's Mom was a witch in the other chap. and she is in the beggining of this one too.She gets more comon sence soon thought, promise! ^_^
5Silver_Death_Angel- Love the SN!^_~*
6Kagome Pegasus- Hey Kagome! Thanks for reviewing!Now if only I could get Camsie to...
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Concrete Angel
Chapter 1
Nearly a week past Heero first meeting Duo and they had become the best of friends. Duo had introduced Heero to the few friends he'd had before the Japanese boy moved in next door.
Quatre, the polite blond boy who Heero had discovered was the true owner of the powder blue convertible once he learned to drive, was the son of a considerably wealthy man that owned the Winner Construction company that was the little Virginia town's only pride. Of course given the choice between living on site with his father and staying in Orange County with his friends, Quatre chose his friends and his sister had chosen to stay and look after her little brother .
Trowa lived with his uncle and sister in a house Quatre had been gracious enough to rent to them that was on his property. His uncle owned a little hardware store in town. They weren't rich but they were living and comfortably as far as Trowa was concerned.
Then there was Wufie. Duo had introduced him when they got to the school. Wufie had glossy black hair that was always pulled back into a tight little rat tail behind his head. The boy liked light colors, unlike Duo who favored black if only to hid his bruises and scares.
Heero sighed and shook his head thinking about a large bruise he'd seen Duo sporting on his arm when they were in the locker room before gym class his first day at school. He knew the bruise was from one of the books Duo's Dad had thrown at him that morning.
"Something wrong Heero?" His father asked and Heero remembered he was at the dinner table with his parents.
"No. I was just thinking." Heero said softly and stabbed a piece of brockaly with his fork. His mother frond at the somewhat violent looking action.
"What about?" She asked in concern.
"Duo..." He hadn't ment to even whisper the name but he had and regretted it. His mother's frown deepened.
"I thought I told you I didn't want you hanging around that boy. He's nothing but trouble Honey.' She sighed and his father started getting suspicious.
"Who?"He asked looking at Heero. The boy sighed again and dropped his fork.
"The kid next door. His name is Duo. He walks with me to school." His Mother gave him a look that told him she knew about the others and the car. "And his friend's sister give us a ride to and from school." He finished quickly. His father sighed.
"The boy, Duo, he lives with those drunks next door?!"His father said and Heero nodded. "Heero go on up to your room and do your homework."
"But first take out the trash." His mother said quickly before his father could protest. He nodded and went into the kitchen. He lifted the trash bag out of the plastic can and tided. Then walked out the back door.
Heero knew his parents were discussing Duo. He hopped they wouldn't move just because of Duo.
Just then Heero herd what sounded like Duo screaming and looked up. Through the back window Heero could see Duo's Dad yelling and kicking Duo who was more than likely lying on the floor taking the pain. Then the man picked Duo up, clutching the boy's arm so tight it must have been cutting off surculaition.
"You under stand now boy?!" The man yelled and Duo nodded weakly. The man pushed him toward the door way. "Get out!" he yelled.
"But..." Duo had started to protest but the man slapped him.
"I said get outa my house! Now go or would ya like some more a this?!" The man hit Duo again and the boy whimpered. Then slowly opened the door. Suddenly the man pushed him forward and down the steps. "An' don't you even think bout askin' bout those damned books of yours!" The man slammed the door shut and Duo picked himself up of the ground. He looked up and noticed Heero.
"Hey..." Heero said softly.
"Don't worry Hee Chan. They'll let me back in. They'll just leave me out here to think over my behavior for a few house." Duo sniff like he was about to cry but Heero knew well enough by now that the Violet eyed boy wouldn't cry in front of any one.
"You can come over here and I'll get you cleaned up a little if you'd like." Heero offered.
"No way. If I don't go back in there the same way I came out he'll just beet me into an even worse condition and we both know Q is gonna be fussing all over me as it is tomorrow." Duo smiled a little. The boy always masked his pain with jokes. Heero nodded. Duo came to stand by the fence that separated their yards and look at Heero. "Umm, Heero, I was wondering..." Then he was interrupted by Heero's mother.
"Heero you need to do your homework. Now come inside." She said sternly. Heero nodded.
"Coming Mom." He smiled ate Duo. "See you tomorrow Duo." The long haired boy smiled and nodded. Heero turned and walked into his house. As he passed his mother he noticed the glare in he eyes and looked back at Duo.
The door closed. "Heero, your father is in the living room. Go talk to him before you go up stairs.' He nodded and went into the living room at the front of the house.
"Mother said you wanted to talk to me." He addressed his father politely. The man nodded at him.
"Your mother thinks you shouldn't hang around that Duo boy but I personally think he needs a good friend. So I'm going to let you chose what to do yourself. You'll be fifteen in a few weeks and I thinks it's only fair you make this choice yourself." Heero smiled.
"Thank you father. I'm glad your still going to let me see him but I really don't think that I will be able to ignore his parents actions much longer."his father cringed and looked at Heero.
"That is something I refuse to let you get involved with. We've been through this before Heero. I don't care how close you get to this boy. You know that you mother and I support your preferences but I don't want you getting involved with those maniac parents of his." He said sternly and quickly added, "In any way, shape or form, " when he saw the defiant gleam in his son's eyes.
"Alright father. I'll be careful." Heero promised and his father nodded approvingly.
"Good. Now get up stairs and do your home work." Heero nodded and climbed the stairs and went into his room. He turned on his sterio and opened the dick tray. He slipped in a Green Day and P.O.D CD. Then looked back at his selection for a third to pace in the three-CD tray. Then a Martina McBride CD caught his eye and he slipped the out of place seeming CD into tho slot and pressed play. The machine worked for a moment. Then a Martina McBride song came on. Curiously he picked up the list of songs and lyrics inside the CD case. He looked at the song number and look up the lyrics:
Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
(Chorus)
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but, they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
Then mornin' comes it'll be too late
(Repeat Chorus)
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
(Repeat Chorus)
Heero blinked. It was basically the story of Duo's sorry excuse for a life. The poor guy wore the same black jeans and impersonation black silk nearly every day. The couch at gym class was always glancing sadly at Duo during class when he noticed a new bruise on the boys long legs or thin but strong arms. Then that very night his own mother had seen the condition Duo was in but did nothing but glare, if a little sadly, at Duo.
"I wish I could help him." Heero sighed and leaned against the window by his bed. Then he got an odd feeling and turned around, looking through his window and at the one right across from his leading into Duo's house. Then the light in the room turned on and Duo sulked in and over to the bed by the window. Heero smiled.
Then Duo looked up and smiled back at Heero. It had happened before. Duo had dragged himself up to his room after a beeting a few nights before and saw Heero in the room across the ally smiling at him gently. Duo couldn't help but smiling back, not then and not now. So he did just that. Infact he grinned at his Japanese friend. Heero was his life line right now. Before the other boy had moved in next door school work had been what kept him from just drifting off and away from this hell he lived in. It had started to help less and less as time passed. Then Heero came. The tall, lithe but powerful body. Messy, dark brown hair and cobalt blue eyes so different from Quatre's. The little blond had innocent eyes but this Japanese God held an unannounced authority and wisdom in his blue depths. It was an authority Duo didn't fear because he knew deep down in his heart that Heero would never hurt him.
They stared at each other. Neither of them wanted to look away nut they knew they had to. It was getting later and there was school in the morning. Heero mouthed a, goodnight Duo, to the Braided boy and Duo mouthed back the same and settled down on his bed. Then turned out his light and entered a soft sleep.
Heero sighed and looked back at his stereo that was still playing the song. He smiled a little and turned out his own light. He lay in his dark room and slipped into a sleep ful of pleasant dreams about Duo safe and sound in his arms.
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Heero jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mornin' Mom." He said cheerfully. He placed a kiss on her cheek and plopped down at the table with his father.
"Your in a good mood this morning, honey. Why is that?" Heero's mother asked. He smiled brightly at her.
"Today after school are the first round of talent show try outs and Duo's going to sing." He took a large bite of toast still grinning.
"Well tell Duo we wish him luck but I've got to go to work." Heero's father got up and set the paper he'd been reading on the table. He kiss Heero's mother good bey and pat Heero on the back. "Don't forget to tell him for me, Heero. That boy needs all the encouragement he can get." Heero nodded. "See you all this afternoon." Heero's mother waved as his father walked out the door.
Outside Mr.Yui walked out to his car. He was startled when the door to Duo's house was flung open and Duo thrown out of it with a yelp.
"An' don't you come back ya lil' fag!" The man Mr.Yui thought was Duo's father yelled at the boy laying in the walk way. The door slammed back shut. Duo slowly got up to his feet and looked up. Mr. Yui was walking toward him.
"Why don't you come next door and we can clean you up Duo." He said softly to the boy. Duo nodded and leaned on Mr. Yui for support.
"Cara! Heero!" Mr. Yui called out as him and duo entered the house. He gently set Duo down on the couch. "You just wait here Duo." He said and the boy nodded. Heero came running in and gasped when he saw Duo's bruising face and rugged clothing.
"Oh, God Duo." He rushed to the boys side and held him close. Duo began to cry. In all the weeks, months infact, that Heero had now known Duo, the long haired boy had never shed a single tear. Now he was bawling.
"What happened, Hiroshi?" Mrs. Yui looked at Heero's father.
"I'm not sure but I do think he would be better off not going back to that house." Mrs. Yui nodded and looked at the two boys on the couch. Duo staired back with wide, tearing, violet eyes. She could hear her son whispering comfortingly to the boy.
"Don't worry Duo. My parents won't make you go back." Heero reassured the violet eyed boy. Duo whimpered and closed his eyes. He trembled in Heero's arms. The Japanese boy only held him closer and stoked his long tangled hair. Heero's father looked at his watch.
"Look, I need to get to work. Heero, your mother will pick you and Duo up after school and we'll talk this afternoon alright?" Heero and Mrs. Yui nodded. "Ok. I'll try and get off early. See you tonight." He gives Duo a sympathetic glance and rushes out.
"Oh, Heero! I'm so sorry. I'm such a weakling! I shouldn't be bothering you like this! Maybe I shouldn't have ever even been born..." Duo sniffled against Heero's shoulder. Heero pulled back and looked Duo in the eyes.
"No! No, Duo. I'm glad you were born. So very glad. I care to much about you to let you say things like that." Heero gently wiped Duo's tears from the boy's face. Duo smiled a little.
"Really? You really care that much?"
"Yes Duo. I do. I care more than you could possibly imagine." Duo hugged Heero hard and scrubbed at his face.
"Heero, take Duo up stairs and get him cleaned up. I'll make some more toast then I'll drive you two to school." Mrs. Yui said softly and Heero nodded.
He helped Duo up the stairs and to the bath room. He handed Duo a brush and smiled gently. "Wash your face, brush your hair and I'll go find you a change of clothes. Then I'll braid your hair for you. If that's ok?" Duo smiled at Heeo's kind offer.
"Thanks Heero. You're a life saver." Heero nodded and went to his room to search out something for Duo to wear. He found a pair of old jeans and a silky black short sleeved shirt that would at least fit him enough for school purposes. He went back to the bath room where Duo was brushing the tangles out of his hair. The chestnut colored silk was out of it's common braid or pony tail and flowed around Duo like it had a life of it's own, but it made him look so beautiful. Heero smiled.
"Here. I don't think much else would fit you. Sorry." He held the clothes out to the violet eyed boy. Duo practically beamed at the black silk shirt. Then he frowned when he saw it had short sleeves. "Something wrong?" Heero asked.
"No." Duo choked out softly and took the clothes gratefully. "I just don't like to wear short sleeves." He said.
"Why not?"Duo sighed at Heero's question and removed his long sleeved shirt. Heero gasped softly. There were dark bruises on Duo's upper arms and across his chest. The boy turned around to show the ones on his back. There were also small cuts and burns marking his pale back side.
"God Duo. Why didn't you tell me they did this to you?" Heero said a bit of anger tinted his words.
"Not they. Him." Duo corrected Heero.
"Him then. Why? When?"
"He doesn't cut or burn me anymore. He thinks I might go to the police or something." Duo laughed dry and sadistically. "Even if he did I wouldn't go. They'd never believe me. He'd only make fun of me 'cause I thought they would and went to them. Then he'd beat me into a the ground." Duo audibly growled. "Look Heero, I gotta get dressed or we'll be late." Heero nodded and left the long haired boy to get dressed.
"Come down stairs when your done. Then I'll braid your hair ok?" Heero looked over his shoulder at Duo and smiled.
"Sounds good. Be right down." Duo smiled
Heero nodded and bounded down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and plopped into a chair. His mother was buttering toast and they didn't say a word to one another. Heero just stared off into space for a wile. Then Duo walked in cautiously. Heero looked up and smiled. He pulled a chair over infront of him and motioned Duo to sit so he could braid his hair. Duo smiled and sat. Mrs. Yui watched as her son began to braid the poor boys hair and smiled to herself.
"Toast?" She asked Duo and held out a plate. The boy nodded and reached for a slice. As he did the short sleeves of the shirt roled up on his arms, revealing the dark purple and blue bruises. Heero's mother frowned. 'Oh, dear God. Have mercy on this poor boys soul. He's been through so much. We should have done something the first day.' She sighed and watched the boy inhale the toast and grin at her.
"Thanks Mrs. Yui. Thanks for everything." He smiled at the woman.
"All done." Heero announces and Duo inspects the other boys work.
"Great job Hee Chan but we better get ta school or we'll be late." Duo grinned at Heero. Mrs. Yui nodded and got her car keys.
Dun dun dun!!TBC...
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Dass-chan: Thanks fer readin' my fic peoples!! I'm so happy! NEway R&R or the Evil Pixies will fallow you around and poke you w/ pointy twigs!
Takin: Actually Onna-Writer my brothers will be doing no such thing.
Dass-chan: Wha?!! But Why?!! How am I s'pose to make people send me reviews?!
Takin: Suck it up Onna! Sry but I can't help ya there.
Dass-chan: Why are you being SO mean? You were never this mean before you started going out w/ Fate...*Glares at shadow muse*
Fate: What'd I do?!!
Takin: Nothing Kio. Onna-Writer is just upset I'm not letting my brothers stalk the readers.
Fate: Oh, never mind then...
Dass-chan: cruel creatures... I don't need you!! Just watch an' see! I'll get reviews all on my own! Right peoples? "^_^"
Oh, and I'm only going to be updating on weekend and maybe Thurs. & Fri. OK? I won't wait for any serton number of reviews I'll just post as I finnish chap.s, K all? ^-^ Until Next Time!! ^_~*
Fate: Stupid people! Stop encouraging the onna-writer!!
Takin: Yeah! She's making us work harded cause you like her stupid gay-wad fic!!
Dass-chan: I have such hateful muses... Oh well, at least SOME peole like my fic! '^-^'
So I'm given a shout out to my first 6 Reviewers!! ^_~*
1DVL- What's that stand for?
2Harlequin Light
3Galyn
4Dreamer- I know Hee-chan's Mom was a witch in the other chap. and she is in the beggining of this one too.She gets more comon sence soon thought, promise! ^_^
5Silver_Death_Angel- Love the SN!^_~*
6Kagome Pegasus- Hey Kagome! Thanks for reviewing!Now if only I could get Camsie to...
Well there they are and I thinak you all very much for encouraging me to keep writeing!! Arigato!! ^_^
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Concrete Angel
Chapter 1
Nearly a week past Heero first meeting Duo and they had become the best of friends. Duo had introduced Heero to the few friends he'd had before the Japanese boy moved in next door.
Quatre, the polite blond boy who Heero had discovered was the true owner of the powder blue convertible once he learned to drive, was the son of a considerably wealthy man that owned the Winner Construction company that was the little Virginia town's only pride. Of course given the choice between living on site with his father and staying in Orange County with his friends, Quatre chose his friends and his sister had chosen to stay and look after her little brother .
Trowa lived with his uncle and sister in a house Quatre had been gracious enough to rent to them that was on his property. His uncle owned a little hardware store in town. They weren't rich but they were living and comfortably as far as Trowa was concerned.
Then there was Wufie. Duo had introduced him when they got to the school. Wufie had glossy black hair that was always pulled back into a tight little rat tail behind his head. The boy liked light colors, unlike Duo who favored black if only to hid his bruises and scares.
Heero sighed and shook his head thinking about a large bruise he'd seen Duo sporting on his arm when they were in the locker room before gym class his first day at school. He knew the bruise was from one of the books Duo's Dad had thrown at him that morning.
"Something wrong Heero?" His father asked and Heero remembered he was at the dinner table with his parents.
"No. I was just thinking." Heero said softly and stabbed a piece of brockaly with his fork. His mother frond at the somewhat violent looking action.
"What about?" She asked in concern.
"Duo..." He hadn't ment to even whisper the name but he had and regretted it. His mother's frown deepened.
"I thought I told you I didn't want you hanging around that boy. He's nothing but trouble Honey.' She sighed and his father started getting suspicious.
"Who?"He asked looking at Heero. The boy sighed again and dropped his fork.
"The kid next door. His name is Duo. He walks with me to school." His Mother gave him a look that told him she knew about the others and the car. "And his friend's sister give us a ride to and from school." He finished quickly. His father sighed.
"The boy, Duo, he lives with those drunks next door?!"His father said and Heero nodded. "Heero go on up to your room and do your homework."
"But first take out the trash." His mother said quickly before his father could protest. He nodded and went into the kitchen. He lifted the trash bag out of the plastic can and tided. Then walked out the back door.
Heero knew his parents were discussing Duo. He hopped they wouldn't move just because of Duo.
Just then Heero herd what sounded like Duo screaming and looked up. Through the back window Heero could see Duo's Dad yelling and kicking Duo who was more than likely lying on the floor taking the pain. Then the man picked Duo up, clutching the boy's arm so tight it must have been cutting off surculaition.
"You under stand now boy?!" The man yelled and Duo nodded weakly. The man pushed him toward the door way. "Get out!" he yelled.
"But..." Duo had started to protest but the man slapped him.
"I said get outa my house! Now go or would ya like some more a this?!" The man hit Duo again and the boy whimpered. Then slowly opened the door. Suddenly the man pushed him forward and down the steps. "An' don't you even think bout askin' bout those damned books of yours!" The man slammed the door shut and Duo picked himself up of the ground. He looked up and noticed Heero.
"Hey..." Heero said softly.
"Don't worry Hee Chan. They'll let me back in. They'll just leave me out here to think over my behavior for a few house." Duo sniff like he was about to cry but Heero knew well enough by now that the Violet eyed boy wouldn't cry in front of any one.
"You can come over here and I'll get you cleaned up a little if you'd like." Heero offered.
"No way. If I don't go back in there the same way I came out he'll just beet me into an even worse condition and we both know Q is gonna be fussing all over me as it is tomorrow." Duo smiled a little. The boy always masked his pain with jokes. Heero nodded. Duo came to stand by the fence that separated their yards and look at Heero. "Umm, Heero, I was wondering..." Then he was interrupted by Heero's mother.
"Heero you need to do your homework. Now come inside." She said sternly. Heero nodded.
"Coming Mom." He smiled ate Duo. "See you tomorrow Duo." The long haired boy smiled and nodded. Heero turned and walked into his house. As he passed his mother he noticed the glare in he eyes and looked back at Duo.
The door closed. "Heero, your father is in the living room. Go talk to him before you go up stairs.' He nodded and went into the living room at the front of the house.
"Mother said you wanted to talk to me." He addressed his father politely. The man nodded at him.
"Your mother thinks you shouldn't hang around that Duo boy but I personally think he needs a good friend. So I'm going to let you chose what to do yourself. You'll be fifteen in a few weeks and I thinks it's only fair you make this choice yourself." Heero smiled.
"Thank you father. I'm glad your still going to let me see him but I really don't think that I will be able to ignore his parents actions much longer."his father cringed and looked at Heero.
"That is something I refuse to let you get involved with. We've been through this before Heero. I don't care how close you get to this boy. You know that you mother and I support your preferences but I don't want you getting involved with those maniac parents of his." He said sternly and quickly added, "In any way, shape or form, " when he saw the defiant gleam in his son's eyes.
"Alright father. I'll be careful." Heero promised and his father nodded approvingly.
"Good. Now get up stairs and do your home work." Heero nodded and climbed the stairs and went into his room. He turned on his sterio and opened the dick tray. He slipped in a Green Day and P.O.D CD. Then looked back at his selection for a third to pace in the three-CD tray. Then a Martina McBride CD caught his eye and he slipped the out of place seeming CD into tho slot and pressed play. The machine worked for a moment. Then a Martina McBride song came on. Curiously he picked up the list of songs and lyrics inside the CD case. He looked at the song number and look up the lyrics:
Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
(Chorus)
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but, they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
Then mornin' comes it'll be too late
(Repeat Chorus)
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
(Repeat Chorus)
Heero blinked. It was basically the story of Duo's sorry excuse for a life. The poor guy wore the same black jeans and impersonation black silk nearly every day. The couch at gym class was always glancing sadly at Duo during class when he noticed a new bruise on the boys long legs or thin but strong arms. Then that very night his own mother had seen the condition Duo was in but did nothing but glare, if a little sadly, at Duo.
"I wish I could help him." Heero sighed and leaned against the window by his bed. Then he got an odd feeling and turned around, looking through his window and at the one right across from his leading into Duo's house. Then the light in the room turned on and Duo sulked in and over to the bed by the window. Heero smiled.
Then Duo looked up and smiled back at Heero. It had happened before. Duo had dragged himself up to his room after a beeting a few nights before and saw Heero in the room across the ally smiling at him gently. Duo couldn't help but smiling back, not then and not now. So he did just that. Infact he grinned at his Japanese friend. Heero was his life line right now. Before the other boy had moved in next door school work had been what kept him from just drifting off and away from this hell he lived in. It had started to help less and less as time passed. Then Heero came. The tall, lithe but powerful body. Messy, dark brown hair and cobalt blue eyes so different from Quatre's. The little blond had innocent eyes but this Japanese God held an unannounced authority and wisdom in his blue depths. It was an authority Duo didn't fear because he knew deep down in his heart that Heero would never hurt him.
They stared at each other. Neither of them wanted to look away nut they knew they had to. It was getting later and there was school in the morning. Heero mouthed a, goodnight Duo, to the Braided boy and Duo mouthed back the same and settled down on his bed. Then turned out his light and entered a soft sleep.
Heero sighed and looked back at his stereo that was still playing the song. He smiled a little and turned out his own light. He lay in his dark room and slipped into a sleep ful of pleasant dreams about Duo safe and sound in his arms.
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Heero jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mornin' Mom." He said cheerfully. He placed a kiss on her cheek and plopped down at the table with his father.
"Your in a good mood this morning, honey. Why is that?" Heero's mother asked. He smiled brightly at her.
"Today after school are the first round of talent show try outs and Duo's going to sing." He took a large bite of toast still grinning.
"Well tell Duo we wish him luck but I've got to go to work." Heero's father got up and set the paper he'd been reading on the table. He kiss Heero's mother good bey and pat Heero on the back. "Don't forget to tell him for me, Heero. That boy needs all the encouragement he can get." Heero nodded. "See you all this afternoon." Heero's mother waved as his father walked out the door.
Outside Mr.Yui walked out to his car. He was startled when the door to Duo's house was flung open and Duo thrown out of it with a yelp.
"An' don't you come back ya lil' fag!" The man Mr.Yui thought was Duo's father yelled at the boy laying in the walk way. The door slammed back shut. Duo slowly got up to his feet and looked up. Mr. Yui was walking toward him.
"Why don't you come next door and we can clean you up Duo." He said softly to the boy. Duo nodded and leaned on Mr. Yui for support.
"Cara! Heero!" Mr. Yui called out as him and duo entered the house. He gently set Duo down on the couch. "You just wait here Duo." He said and the boy nodded. Heero came running in and gasped when he saw Duo's bruising face and rugged clothing.
"Oh, God Duo." He rushed to the boys side and held him close. Duo began to cry. In all the weeks, months infact, that Heero had now known Duo, the long haired boy had never shed a single tear. Now he was bawling.
"What happened, Hiroshi?" Mrs. Yui looked at Heero's father.
"I'm not sure but I do think he would be better off not going back to that house." Mrs. Yui nodded and looked at the two boys on the couch. Duo staired back with wide, tearing, violet eyes. She could hear her son whispering comfortingly to the boy.
"Don't worry Duo. My parents won't make you go back." Heero reassured the violet eyed boy. Duo whimpered and closed his eyes. He trembled in Heero's arms. The Japanese boy only held him closer and stoked his long tangled hair. Heero's father looked at his watch.
"Look, I need to get to work. Heero, your mother will pick you and Duo up after school and we'll talk this afternoon alright?" Heero and Mrs. Yui nodded. "Ok. I'll try and get off early. See you tonight." He gives Duo a sympathetic glance and rushes out.
"Oh, Heero! I'm so sorry. I'm such a weakling! I shouldn't be bothering you like this! Maybe I shouldn't have ever even been born..." Duo sniffled against Heero's shoulder. Heero pulled back and looked Duo in the eyes.
"No! No, Duo. I'm glad you were born. So very glad. I care to much about you to let you say things like that." Heero gently wiped Duo's tears from the boy's face. Duo smiled a little.
"Really? You really care that much?"
"Yes Duo. I do. I care more than you could possibly imagine." Duo hugged Heero hard and scrubbed at his face.
"Heero, take Duo up stairs and get him cleaned up. I'll make some more toast then I'll drive you two to school." Mrs. Yui said softly and Heero nodded.
He helped Duo up the stairs and to the bath room. He handed Duo a brush and smiled gently. "Wash your face, brush your hair and I'll go find you a change of clothes. Then I'll braid your hair for you. If that's ok?" Duo smiled at Heeo's kind offer.
"Thanks Heero. You're a life saver." Heero nodded and went to his room to search out something for Duo to wear. He found a pair of old jeans and a silky black short sleeved shirt that would at least fit him enough for school purposes. He went back to the bath room where Duo was brushing the tangles out of his hair. The chestnut colored silk was out of it's common braid or pony tail and flowed around Duo like it had a life of it's own, but it made him look so beautiful. Heero smiled.
"Here. I don't think much else would fit you. Sorry." He held the clothes out to the violet eyed boy. Duo practically beamed at the black silk shirt. Then he frowned when he saw it had short sleeves. "Something wrong?" Heero asked.
"No." Duo choked out softly and took the clothes gratefully. "I just don't like to wear short sleeves." He said.
"Why not?"Duo sighed at Heero's question and removed his long sleeved shirt. Heero gasped softly. There were dark bruises on Duo's upper arms and across his chest. The boy turned around to show the ones on his back. There were also small cuts and burns marking his pale back side.
"God Duo. Why didn't you tell me they did this to you?" Heero said a bit of anger tinted his words.
"Not they. Him." Duo corrected Heero.
"Him then. Why? When?"
"He doesn't cut or burn me anymore. He thinks I might go to the police or something." Duo laughed dry and sadistically. "Even if he did I wouldn't go. They'd never believe me. He'd only make fun of me 'cause I thought they would and went to them. Then he'd beat me into a the ground." Duo audibly growled. "Look Heero, I gotta get dressed or we'll be late." Heero nodded and left the long haired boy to get dressed.
"Come down stairs when your done. Then I'll braid your hair ok?" Heero looked over his shoulder at Duo and smiled.
"Sounds good. Be right down." Duo smiled
Heero nodded and bounded down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and plopped into a chair. His mother was buttering toast and they didn't say a word to one another. Heero just stared off into space for a wile. Then Duo walked in cautiously. Heero looked up and smiled. He pulled a chair over infront of him and motioned Duo to sit so he could braid his hair. Duo smiled and sat. Mrs. Yui watched as her son began to braid the poor boys hair and smiled to herself.
"Toast?" She asked Duo and held out a plate. The boy nodded and reached for a slice. As he did the short sleeves of the shirt roled up on his arms, revealing the dark purple and blue bruises. Heero's mother frowned. 'Oh, dear God. Have mercy on this poor boys soul. He's been through so much. We should have done something the first day.' She sighed and watched the boy inhale the toast and grin at her.
"Thanks Mrs. Yui. Thanks for everything." He smiled at the woman.
"All done." Heero announces and Duo inspects the other boys work.
"Great job Hee Chan but we better get ta school or we'll be late." Duo grinned at Heero. Mrs. Yui nodded and got her car keys.
Dun dun dun!!TBC...
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Dass-chan: Thanks fer readin' my fic peoples!! I'm so happy! NEway R&R or the Evil Pixies will fallow you around and poke you w/ pointy twigs!
Takin: Actually Onna-Writer my brothers will be doing no such thing.
Dass-chan: Wha?!! But Why?!! How am I s'pose to make people send me reviews?!
Takin: Suck it up Onna! Sry but I can't help ya there.
Dass-chan: Why are you being SO mean? You were never this mean before you started going out w/ Fate...*Glares at shadow muse*
Fate: What'd I do?!!
Takin: Nothing Kio. Onna-Writer is just upset I'm not letting my brothers stalk the readers.
Fate: Oh, never mind then...
Dass-chan: cruel creatures... I don't need you!! Just watch an' see! I'll get reviews all on my own! Right peoples? "^_^"
Oh, and I'm only going to be updating on weekend and maybe Thurs. & Fri. OK? I won't wait for any serton number of reviews I'll just post as I finnish chap.s, K all? ^-^ Until Next Time!! ^_~*