Innocence Taken

One month later:

A woman stepped into the room, clipboard in hand as well as a smile on her face. Heero looked into her eyes and narrowed them slightly as if he was trying to see what she was thinking. Emotions played in the twinkle of her eyes, seriousness mixed in between. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad…he didn't see any pity what-so-ever. Just understanding, and a somewhat sad and distant look in her eyes.

"Hello, Heero." She greeted, that same smile on her face even as she realized he had inspected her as if to see if she was worthy enough. She wouldn't pity him, she knew just how that feeling was, to hate those who didn't understand. They thought 'He was abused, poor thing!' And pampered him.

It wasn't just the abuse; it was the feelings that came with it. The feelings like the abused deserved it, they weren't good enough and listened to the cruel words thrown at them.

"Hn." She smiled again, only more softly with a knowing look in her eyes, so he wasn't the talking type them. She grabbed the back of her rolling chair and sat in it, the leather feeling cold to her skin as she sank into the chair. Under her desk, she kicked off her heeled shoes. People who said they didn't hurt could go and walk around in them like she did. She wiggled her toes around for a minute, glad for the relief before brushing out unseen wrinkles in her business suit. It was an old habit that had yet to die.

"I think we all know why you're here." Heero was silent, not even looking at her. At least the room didn't have anything in it like smile faces saying 'It's all right, the world does love you.' That would be a load of bull"You need to be able to speak about this in court." His thoughts stopped spinning and he shot a side-way glare at her before crossing his arms.

"Heero…" The psychiatrist tried again, looking up from her notes as she leaned back into her chair once more. Perhaps the boy would stop thinking of her as an enemy.

"I don't even know you." She frowned softly, a regretful look in her eyes as she saw him look at some of the bruises still lingering on his arm. During all the time since he had been shot and taken to the hospital after his near death experience, he had been put in numerous places for "counseling".

Perhaps if they knew what went on in some of the places they would have taken him out sooner. Those who are abused sometimes refuse to speak of it. And that silence promised that what went on in some of those four walls would be buried there when the establishment came crumbling down.

"I know you don't even know me," She replied back as she pun her chair to look at him lying on the couch stiffly, avoiding her gaze and piercing eyes. "But that's why we are here, to get to know one another."

Heero remained silent, closing his eyes this time as he remained in the same position, arms crossed and body stiff as a board incase this woman tried anything. His ears were perked, ready to catch even the tiniest bit of movement or noise. She sighed so softly if he wasn't paying attention he might not have heard it.

But it wasn't the exasperated sigh, it was one of the kinds where you regretted something. But she couldn't be, she didn't even know him enough to even think it was all her fault. He hated people like that, trying to act like the world was a problem that was created by them. The only person that even remotely fit well with a personality such as that was Relena.

He stopped that trail of thought immediately.

"I was abused," He opened his eyes, a confused look crossing his face before getting shoved quickly back behind his stone mask. He turned to look at her, not just a glance but now a stare. Her head was lowered and hand massaging her right hand temple. "When I was little by my father."

She looked up and smiled sadly at him, her brown eyes dull as she was lost in the painful memories of her childhood. "He always used to drink, too much. Which is why my mother left for work one day and didn't come home. She left me with him."

Heero remained silent, not really knowing what to say. A heavy pause fell over the room, so thick it was almost tangible. "You should have left too."

"I couldn't. I wanted to make sure that he took car eof himself. He was, after all, my father. The one who always used to lift me up high and make me feel as though I could touch the sky."

"What happened?" Her eyes had begged for him to answer the question, the many years of her memories being kept in for so long it was like a bottle of poison over flowing and ready to tip and spill.

"When my mother left, he drank even more. I wasn't abused physically, like you. I was sexually abused." She replied, "I tried a lot of things, like locking the door. But he found ways to get me to keep it open. My new mother, the one he remarried didn't know a thing, but when she found out she took me and we both left." She smiled again, more sadly this time, "She's the closest thing to a mother that I have."

"Did she die?" Heero questioned after another deafening silence, "You seem sad when you talk about her."

"Oh no," she giggled, a small spark of that twinkle lighting in her eyes again, "She's still alive. I should take you to go see her. She might be able to help you a little more than me, mothers always do know best." Too bad he didn't have a mother to tell him what was right and wrong. Too bad she didn't know that he didn't have a mother. The papers on her desk were records of the previous facilities he had been to before here.

He managed to suppress a shiver running up his spine at the thought.

"I know how you feel, maybe not exactly, but somewhat of the way. If we can't meet somewhere, we should meet an understanding half way down the road." She took out a piece of paper and a pen and looked at him, "Remember," he looked up at her, "Everything said in here will be kept confidential."

"Confidential? All of it?" His eyes showed distrust, something that she could also understand. After all, who would feel comfortable telling someone all about their life and what they had been though. In his case, it could most likely be considered something along the lines of Hell.

"Everything." She reassured and smiled once more before picking up the clipboard and jotting some things down including what emotions he was portraying including distrust. "Do you want anything to drink?" She gestured to the table near him with an assortment of beverages for any of her patients.

He shook his head and she smiled once more before pulling her chair out from under he desk. Heero glanced at her feet and hid a smirk, she was almost like Relena. Whenever no one was looking, or at least that's what she thought, sometimes the former Queen of the World would kick off her heels and just prop her feet up on her desk and enjoy the very few moments of relaxation she had.

She sat in the chair flipping back some brown strands of hair hanging over her shoulder. Sometimes it was a pain how long her hair was, reaching a little past her shoulders. She snorted as her hair stuck to the back of the leather chair with static and giggled nervously as Heero raised an eyebrow. "Well," she began as she tried to loosen the tension that was slowly draining between the two of them, "Let's start off with how you were placed in your foster parents' care, shall we?"

"Une." Heero simply said, "We had to complete High school and so we were given foster families to support us."

She nodded, and blinked when she remembered something. Sakura always did manage to forget at least one thing, "What does Une have to do with this?" She tried to ignore the fact that everything sounded like an interrogation, as if he was a military personnel reply as simply and matter-of-factly as possible.

"She's my boss."

"You work with the Preventers?" Sakura questioned as she tilted her head to the side a little bit.

"Hn." That was the most she was obviously going to get out of him from that subject.

"How old are you?" She questioned, scribbling some more on her paper.

He shifted on the chair a little bit with uneasiness. She knew he worked with the Preventers, but jobs like that were usually for people out of high school or at least out of collage and in the working career. "Sixteen." He replied. She nodded and wrote something down. He tried to ignore the sounds of the pen scraping against the paper, sealing his fate and writing every simple aspect about him down.

'Stop it.' His mind seethed, 'Gain control.' He commanded, 'Remember, his mind taunted, 'You're perfect.' His mind spat out the word 'perfect' with dislike as if it was venomous. Then again, considering how his whole childhood ran around in the means of trying to reach perfection, he had a right to hate the word and it's meaning.

"All right," She said with a sigh of relief, already written down the basics about her newest patient. "So, let's start off with something a little deeper than personal info, okay?" She got a minute nod from him and smiled despite herself. She wanted to help his so bad, and there was nothing wrong with that at all.

"Heero," Her voice took on a serious note as she stared between her clip board and the teen to try and not make him feel uncomfortable. "Were you ever sexually abused."

A silence filled the room and she dared to look up to see him staring at the wall silently, as if ignoring her and acting as if he was dead. His body was tense once more and his hands were clenched at his side, she could see thin traces of blood from where his fingernails clenched into the fleshy part of his palm so tightly.

She gulped heavily, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself. "I take that as a yes." She silently said as she shot a worried glance at the teen ignoring her stares and her words, closing into himself and not wanting to come out.

"Do you want to talk about it?" No response. She faintly wondered if he was going into shock.

"I hate to tell you this, but it really helps to get some things off your chest." She added despite his silence. "Were you sexually abused numerous times?" Se got the faintest of nods. "By your parents?"

Then there was a pause, he closed his eyes, body still tense like a spring ready to go off. "It wasn't just your parents," she leaned forward, and her eyes were cold and calculating with all seriousness etched into them. Something was here, a big secret of some sort and he refused to speak of it…of any of it. She knew how it was, and she knew it would drive him to depression if he didn't speak of it and let everything out.

She looked down at her records once more and took note of the decline in his state after he was removed from each facility over and over again, "Heero, what did those other facilities do to you?"

TBC

Author's note: Sheesh. The internet died when I was going to upload and then it wouldn't save all the reviewer comments I made ;.; Oy, not I have to get my other stories uploaded before I get kicked off the computer again.

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in Liebe, Red Tail