In all honesty, I don't know how long we stayed out in the field. As long as Heero needed to I guess. It was getting dark out, I know his parents wouldn't give a shit if he came home or not, but my Mom would send the national guard out looking for me if I didn't show up soon.

I feel myself smile. Somehow, that didn't seem too important at the time.

"Hey… Heero?" I was looking down at the half collapsed form laying there with its head in my lap. Some time ago, we had moved from the inside of the car and now lay on its hood.

"…yeah?"

"You think we should look for something to eat? It's getting kinda late…" I let the rest of my words fall off, not sure if my boyfriend even had the will to face people again.

He stared up at the sky instead of answering me, I stared too.

The sun had just slipped below the horizon and the sky grew to a midnight blue. Stars began to blink into existence, out in the middle of that open field. I saw more stars than I thought possible, more than I had ever seen in any city I have ever lived in. We both just stared up, losing ourselves in silence.

Now that I had the chance to think, it hit me how fucked up the world really was. True, I hadn't known Heero for a long time, but in the short time I have known him, it felt like he understood what I went through every damn day of my life, when no one else did. When you're a gay teenager growing up in a place where the majority of your species thinks your way of living is sickening. Along with that mix in parental enforced cross dressing, not many people understand how much shit you put up with. But Heero did.

Okay, okay, so he never had his mom force him into a dress, but he had to hide. Just like me. In reality we are still hiding. From society from our friends, from the world even, but not from each other, we don't have to do that anymore. But there are major differences in our situation, for instance, I have the support of my family. Whether anyone takes my word for it or not, the support of your family is a crucial thing to surviving life. I mean, if the place where you live and grow doesn't support you, or care about you, then life really, doesn't seem worth going on with.

And now Heero didn't even have a family to support him. I can't imagine what if must feel like to have your own parents hate you, and beat you just for… loving someone. I don't get it! Why do they even fucking care so much? Christ! He fell in love with me, it's not his fault, and it's not mine for loving him back, who the hell cares? It's our own damn business! So why did they hurt him so much? Why do they continue hurting him? Someone please tell me! I don't like seeing him like this, he's not the same. They're fucking bastards for doing this to him. They can't even call themselves parents. Fine, so walking in on your one and only son having sex with another guy is probably a bit on the awkward side, but so would walking in on him having sex with a girl. Hell, at least I can't get pregnant.

"Duo?" I pulled myself out of my silent rant to the sky and looked down at him.

"Yes, Heero?"

"Let's get some food."

I gave a small smile nodding in agreement.

We slid off the car making our way back towards the roadway. I slipped my hand into Heero's. I'm pretty sure that no amount of words could describe say more than this. Me holding his hand means that he has support from me, that I would never abandon him like everyone else had. There was a slight pressure on my hand as Heero squeezed it slightly and we walked down the road in a quiet understanding.

Author's Short Statement: Yes, yes I know it's waaaaaaaay too short to be called a chapter. Hence the title 'Intermission', and no that doesn't mean I'm taking a break, it just means that this was all I could come up with and that it seems to stand pretty much on its own and that another 'hopefully really long chapter to compensate for this' will be posted later. I've been working on some original work lately, and it seems to have taken up a lot of my time.

Sorry

BlackStar