Dakishimete Aishiteru

Chibi ALiTa: OHAYO! XDDD Anyways, welcome to the second chapter!

Audience: -cricket-

CB: Sheesh. Tough crowd. –falls off stage-

Audience: -claps-

CB: O.O'' YOU ALL SHALL SUFFER! SUFFER! –runs around screaming about people suffering-

Quatre: -sighs- -rubs head cast- Chibi ALiTa owns nothing except for..the Ocs(if there are any) in this story. Please excuse the OOCness.

CB: SUFFER! SUFFER! SUFFER! –gets shot in the head-

Heero: -blows smoke away- Hn.

Duo: HEERO!

Heero: Hn.

Trowa:…..(Baka)

Wufei: Trowa's right! WHO'S GOING TO START THE STORY!

Trowa:….!(MEEE!)

Wufei: Alright Trowa, you get to start it!

Trowa: .. …. … …!(Translation: ON WITH THE FIC!)

/what Heero thinks/

"who says"

'flashback thoughts or whatnot'

Chapter 2. Heero's Life Part 2: Mommy and Daddy Dearest

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There was a reason why Heero hated calling his 'home', 'home.'

His parents were not the best bunch. They were the worst. They smoked in the house, they never took out the trash, they never took care of themselves(Heero had to do practically EVERYTHING)! And they always were drunk and let out their drunken rage on him!

Heero slid into the doorway, being very careful not to make his presence known to his parents(who were most likely drunk). He tiptoed into the living room, which was pitch dark.

"Where d'you think yur goin boy?"

Heero froze in his steps. He had just walked directly into the warpath of his dad. /Very…Very..VERY bad/

"Up to my room." Heero kept his poker face in place.

His father took one swig of the vodka before responding gruffly, "No you aren't. You were going to try an' escape again WEREn'T YOU!"

"No..I wasn't really…going to…"

He had no time to react.

His monster of a father began to hit Heero, smacking him, pushing him on the ground, kicking him with no mercy, and even throwing the countless bottles of alcoholic beverages that littered the entire house at him.

And all Heero could do was wince with every stinging blow, and curl up into a ball, just praying for the pain to stop.

It didn't.

His 'dad' yanked him up by his hair, nearly ripping it out, and stared Heero in the eye. Heero didn't wince once as the smell of vodka and a few other beers was spewing across his face.

"You NEVER should disrespect me. EVER." His dad glared with hate.

"Does it matter?" Pilot 01 replied, matching his dad's glare with one of his own.

Father kicked him in the gut, sending him flying into the oakwood cabinet which was already scarred with previous marks from the last beating. Heero couldn't stand up.

But his father pulled him up by his hair again.

"Whatchu goin' do now boy!"

Heero had the decency to kick his dad in the groin. His dad released Heero, and brought his hand to his pain. Heero seized the moment and ran out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

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He ran as fast as he could. He didn't care where he was going, just far enough to get away from them, from all of them. The demons in his mind, and the demons in reality. Screw reality.

Soon the stinging of his left leg, and the added pain of his twisted ankle got to Heero, and he fell gracelessly. Tumbling over tree roots, getting cuts from the thorns of bushes, and finally skidding in the rough topsoil. When he stopped moving, Heero used his good arm to pull himself up against an elm tree.

Dirty, hungry, thirsty, cut and bruised, scars and old wounds re-opened, Heero was a mess. But all he could think about for some odd reason, was the boy he met at school just minutes away from his abuse.

"Trowa. My name is Trowa Barton."

Trowa's sultry yet somewhat appealing voice echoed in his head like so many broken record players. But something about Trowa felt amiss.

/How did he disappear? Why was he in such a rush to leave? And what about his 'time'/

Heero placed a hand on his forehead. /Oh god, I can feel a migrane./

The sky darkened and not very long after, it was raining.

/It's like…the sky is crying for me…/

Heero looked down and his lips curved into a smirk.

/Like anyone would care for me. Love no one, loved by none. My code of honor before and after HE came and went…/

Heero's eyes began to droop and within minutes he fell fast asleep while being pelted with raindrops.

"If only….He was still alive…"

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TBC…..

Chibi ALiTA: OMG! Who is 'HE'? You're wrong if you were guessing Trowa but I'll explain laters…XD

Quatre: -in hiding- ¬.¬

CB: HI QUATRE!

Quatre: -so shocked falls off stage-

Everyone else: O.O

Trowa: Oh my. o.o

Duo: XDDDD OMG! LOL

CB: -knocks Duo offstage- P

Duo: AGH! –thud-

CB: Anyways, SHOUT OUT!

Morte Giver: I know…I know…I haven't updated my other stories yet but I just need a break plus I have writer's block for A.I.T.E.S.(Angels in the Earth Sphere) I'M SOOO SORRY! DuoxHeero Specially NOT Censored Cookie! –throws cookie to Morte-

FlameChampion54: As much I hate to say this…This actually IS a yaoi story….SO SORRY! TT Please don't FLAME ME! I scared of fwames. n.n Could you please stay and read? PLEASE! Roy Mustang Cookie! –throws cookie to FlameChampion54-

Omnicat: Thank you for reviewing! nn Anyways, here was the chapter! QUATRE BONBON! –throws Quatre BonBon to Omnicat-

All: JA MATTE! XD