Title: Cherry Blossom 10/13

Author: Haruka

Disclaimer: I don't own GW.

Pairing: 1?

Rating: R

Warning: OOC, AU, angst, sap

Note: Thanks to my great beta silver-eyed! Enjoy and please read & gimmy feedback!

( ) means they are speaking in Japanese.

Dinner was eaten in silence except for Kokaro criticizing Ayako's cooking and Heero again defending her. Minutes later they were enjoying tea in the living room.

Well, please excuse me, I still have some paper work to do, Heero said excusing himself, kissing Ayako's head as he went, and knowing there would be some heated words the moment he was out of sight. Right on the ball, Kokaro waited till Heero had firmly closed the door of his office behind him to turn to her daughter.

He doesn't have a clue, does he? she asked. Ayako shook her head.

You've been staying with this man for almost a year and he has never demanded sex from you? she asked her daughter, incredulous that the deception had gone on for so long. Perhaps she wasn't as dumb as she looked.

We've gotten close but...

But you stopped him every time didn't you, you deceiving slut. Ayako tightened her jaw, not responding to that comment.

I want to see your bedroom, Kokaro said, surprising Ayako. Ayako did not want her mother anywhere near her room but the older woman had already gotten up and would start opening doors at random to get what she wanted. Ayako followed her to the bedroom with her brothers trailing behind them.

The bedroom was quite large. There was a huge comfortable futon nicely made in the middle of the room, two antique dressers; one was the resting place of the Empress Lacquer jewel box Heero had bought for her. In the corner was the bamboo lamp they had gotten and the beautiful cherry blossom shoji screen Heero had bought her. And on the far right was the bathroom door.

He bought you all this? her mother asked. Ayako merely nodded, as she watched with clenched jaws her older brother going through her jewelry box.

Tell me, Kokaro started, bringing her attention back to her mother, as she walked closer to Ayako, Why haven't you sent me and your brothers any money?

I didn't know how to ask Husband.

You're so pathetic. All you- She was cut off as they then heard Heero calling for Ayako.

I think it's time we told Mr. Yuy your secret, Kokaro smirked.

No! I want to tell him, I was planning on telling him tonight- Ayako started but her mother cut her off.

I think we should tell him right now as a family, boys. Kokaro said looking at her sons. Koca and Kento grabbed Ayako who was pleading them for them to stop. They fought with her and finally removed all of her clothing, ripping her kimono in the process. Ayako kneeled in the middle of the room, naked with her hair a mess, crying quietly as Heero walked into the room after hearing the struggle. He looked at his crying Ayako then at Kokaro and her sons.

What the hell is going on? Heero demanded, then started to walk towards Ayako.

I strongly suggest you stay away from her, Kokaro warned him, making Heero stop in his steps.

Ayako, what's going on? Heero asked looking down at Ayako, who was still kneeling. He could tell she was naked, had glanced at the ripped kimono, but couldn't see anything else.

We thought is was time for Ayako to stop lying to you, to tell you her secret, Kokaro said as she walked towards Ayako, stopping behind her.

What secret?

This one, Kokaro said, then motioned for the boys to grab her. They grabbed Ayako by the upper arms and pushed her back out, so Heero could see everything she had been covering.

No... Heero gasped, eyes wide as he stepped back away from them. Kokaro cruelly wrenched Ayako's hair and pulled her head up to look at Heero. She had rivers of tears falling down her face. The look on his face was heart breaking. Disbelief and anger shone clearly on his face as he stared at Ayako.

Now you know. Our little Ayako is really a boy named Trowa, Kokaro said, releasing 'Trowa', who curled himself into a ball as he cried.

Then those scars... Heero began, his mind racing back to all those little times when something had not seemed right.

Yes, men we've sold him too weren't to happy to find out Ayako was really a boy. So they beat him repeatedly and raped him repeatedly, Kokaro said with a sneer. At the mention of the rapes Heero almost lost it.

Now you see, my son is nothing but what you Americans call a gold digger. He's willing to go to any lengths to get money, the selfish little bastard. He wouldn't even share any with us, his very own family.

Get out of my house, Heero said, his voice cold and calm. He left the room and moments later they heard the front door slam.

There, our business here is done. Come on boys. Kokaro said, leaving the room, followed by her grumbling sons. They hadn't even had a chance to see everything yet, much less take anything. They left Trowa crying on the floor.

Trowa cried and cried... He had wanted to tell Heero so many times... But he was pathetic and scared and now Heero had been told the worse possible way. The worst was that he hadn't even been able to do anything. He hadn't been able to stop crying long enough to try to explain. Not that it mattered now, it was over.

He shakily stood up and walked into the bathroom. He lost his dinner in the toilet, then walked into the shower and stayed there, crying in a ball while the water beat down on him.

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Heero returned to the house a little before 3am. As he walked in, everything was dark. He walked upstairs, not bothering with the lights. The guest rooms were empty, but in Kokaro's room, a note was left on the futon with the lamp on. He picked up the note and read it.

Dear Mr. Yuy. When you are done with Trowa, please send him back home.

Kokaro

He crumbled the paper. 'Trowa' was still here.

Heero made his way to their-damn, his bedroom. The room was dark, but he could hear a shower running. Looking towards the bathroom door, he couldn't see any light underneath the door. He briefly wondered if the guy, yes, a guy, he was still stunned that Ayako was a man, had decided to drown himself in his bathroom.

He walked over to the bathroom, opened the door, and turned on the lights. There in the bath was Trowa curled up in a ball, the water having long gone cold still coming down on him.

Heero walked over and turned off the freezing water. "What are you still doing here. I told you to leave," Heero growled, unable to control the rage he felt. Trowa stood suddenly and nodded.

"Yes, you did," Trowa stepped out of the bath, almost falling but catching himself. Heero cursed himself mentally; he had almost reached out to catch him, the instinct that had been built in for Ayako.

Trowa didn't bother taking a towel, instead he made his way to the closet, reached in and took out the old straw suit case he had come to America with. He opened it and put on a very old and faded yukata that he had saved for a day like this.

He pulled his long hair into a messy ponytail and stood up. Heero watched him from the doorway. Minutes passed by that felt like eternity. Slowly Trowa turned around to face Heero's angry eyes. Heero looked at Trowa, the deep emerald green eyes full of pain. The tears had finished coming long before the water had turned cold.

"You may never believe me but when you asked me if... if I loved you, I said yes. And I meant it. I know you don't love me, but... " Trowa had started, looking away from Heero's angry eyes.

"Shut up," Heero said cutting him off, not wanting to hear another word from those lips that he had kissed.

"I'm sorry, Heero... " Trowa pleaded, now kneeling in front of Heero, "I'm so sorry..." It was the first time Heero had heard his name from those lips.

"Why Aya... Trowa, why did you lie to me? For so long!" Heero was angry, but that anger sprang from being confused.

"Because I was happy..."

"What?" He was happy?

"I was happy, I've never been happy, not since my father died when I was six years old." At that Heero remembered the picture on the nightstand. "I was my father's mistress' child. My mother died giving birth to me. My father raised me as his and Kokaro's son. But then, my father fell ill and died. Kokaro kept me still but, she quickly changed her behavior, taking out her revenge on me for my father's affair. She raised me as a girl and when I turned 14, she started to... sell me, telling me it was for the good of the family. Needless to say I was a very confused teenage boy, or girl ... Men started to buy me and... do what they wanted with me," Trowa's voice cracked a bit, but he continued, "Some didn't liked that they had bought a boy, so they beat me and ... raped me. I had just returned from another man when my mother told me that I had another buyer. That was where you came in. You bought me, but you were different from the other men. You actually... cared for me. You treated me like a person. No one ever had done that. I fell in love with you, hard, despite trying not to. So many times I had made up my mind to tell you, but I was selfish, I didn't want to loose this happy fantasy I had. I knew, deep down, that you would find out, that someday I would tell you. But you found out the worse way possible and I... There is no excuse for me lying to you. And I'm so sorry... " Heero just stared at Trowa with wide eyes. Trowa had confessed everything, baring his heart and soul but it didn't fix anything.

"When we would... get close to ... making love, I wanted to so much, I had never wanted anything sexual before but... with you, everything was different and I..."

TBC