Title: Cherry Blossom 11/13

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.

"Enough." Heero didn't want to hear about that. Trowa flinched at the harsh tone. He wanted to crawl under a rock and just die. The thought of suicide had crossed his mind while he was in the bathroom but he had dismissed it. Now, it seemed a hell of a lot better than feeling like someone had ripped open his heart and had stepped on it. The first person he had ever loved, hated him. But had every right to.

He dared to sneak a peek at Heero and glanced up at him. Heero was looking straight at him, hate perfectly visible in his eyes. Trowa looked away, unable to bear the look on Heero's face, wishing he hadn't looked up because now that look was all that he would remember.

"Please... Please don't hate me, Mr. Yuy," Trowa pleaded. When Heero didn't reply, Trowa braced himself, wanting to leave right away as that was the second best option next to crawling under a rock. He shakily stood up and turned to walk out of the room with his suitcase, only to suddenly find himself slammed against the wall with Heero's hands strangling his neck.

Trowa's hands automatically went over Heero's, dropping his suitcase in the process. Trowa couldn't breath as he looked at Heero. Anger and resentment swirled in Heero's eyes, and it was all his fault. He let his hands fall to his sides and closed his eyes and accepted his punishment. His tears continued to fall silently. Heero was loosing control. Trowa closed his eyes. All the tears... Trowa stopped fighting, he was letting him hurt him, as was his right.

Heero slowly loosened his grip, letting Trowa fell to the floor, gasping for air. Trowa looked up, Heero was standing by the door with his back to him.

"I did love you," he said, then he left the room. He 'did' love me... no he loved Ayako, not me, Trowa thought miserably. He picked himself up, grabbed his suitcase and walked down the stairs heading towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Heero's angry voice came from the living room.

"You told me to leave."

"I'm flying you back to your family. Your mother asked me to send you back." At this Trowa nodded, the tiny hope that Heero had wanted him to stay anyway died an instant death. He turned around and sat on the floor by the tea table. Heero stood on the other side of the room watching him. "Will they sell you again?" Heero asked in a relatively softer tone. Trowa just nodded, more tears threatening to fall as he was well aware of what his family would do to him when he got back.

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It was morning, Trowa had stayed up late in the living room, unable to sleep until a couple of hours ago. Today was suppose to have been their, no, Ayako's and Heero's wedding, but it wouldn't happen now with no bride.

Heero walked down the stairs. Trowa had fallen asleep where he had sat by the tea table. He looked down at him. Trowa was still so beautiful. Even with his red eyes from crying, he was still beautiful. His usually delicate features suddenly twisted in pain, from whatever dream that he was dreaming. His long hair was pooled around him...

Heero looked at the old straw suitcase. Trowa had only packed what he had came to America with, and taken nothing of Heero's. As he watch Trowa sleep, he saw something in his hand. Heero carefully pulled the item from Trowa's hand. It was a picture. A picture of Trowa and himself at the opening of the restaurant all those months ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Both of them were smiling, holding onto each other happily. This picture was the only thing Trowa was planning on taking with him that he didn't have when he came to America.

"I'll understand if you don't want me to have it," Trowa said, surprising Heero who had been in deep thought of the picture. He looked down at Trowa now.

"Why... why are you crying?" Trowa asked him. Heero touched his own cheek. He hadn't realized he was crying. Trowa stood and looked at him. Heero had so many different emotions raging he didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't know what to do. He looked at Trowa... Trowa still looked like a woman, not a man. His hand reached up and he caressed Trowa's cheek. Trowa didn't want to move, too scared that Heero would stop if he moved.

"Mr. Yuy...?" Trowa whispered. Heero frowned at Trowa, he didn't like it.

"Don't call me that..." Heero pulled Trowa closer to him, stopping millimeters from his lips. He threaded his hand through Trowa's long hair. The recipient of the caress closed his eyes, reveling in that small touch. Heero's lips lightly brushed against his. Heero found that he wasn't repulsed, but before he could take it any step further, a loud knock interrupted them. They turn to find the limo driver in the open doorway.

"Are you ready Miss? You don't want your miss your flight," he said. Trowa turned back to Heero. That's right, Heero was sending him back...

"I love you," Trowa said, but Heero didn't say anything, didn't even move. Trowa stepped away from Heero and picked up his suitcase.

"Goodbye, Heero Yuy," he said and quickly made his way out of the house.

--------Two weeks later in Kyoto, Japan.

Ayako! You have a 'date' tonight. It's been a while so make sure you please him! We need this money, Kokaro called out to her daughter.

Yes mother, Ayako said quietly. Trowa had fallen back to her old ritual, before she had met Heero Yuy... She pushed those thoughts away, because thinking about him only caused tears that made her eyes puffy and her mother would beat her for ruining her features.

She bathed and perfumed herself then dressed in a nice kimono. She applied some light make-up and was ready to go a few moments after that. She stood outside the front door with her mother and brothers, waiting for the man that was coming for her tonight. Soon enough, a thin old man showed up. He was dressed cheaply and walked with a limp.

He paid Kokaro 3000yen and took Ayako roughly by the arm. He smelled horribly like he hadn't bathed in weeks and was slightly disfigured. He took her to a nearby rundown motel.

We're going to have fun, aren't we, baby? the man leered at her, his cackle causing goose bumps to raise along her skin. Ayako was already crying. She was scared, she didn't want any more pain... She wanted Heero... But he hated her and...

Hey! I'm talking to you! the man yelled, shoving Ayako against the wall in the hallway. When Ayako failed to respond, the man started to force himself on her. Ayako finally fought back.

You stupid bitch! I paid for you! he screamed, slapping Ayako. Ayako kneed the man in the groin and bolted through the door, bursting out of the hotel and ran blindly down the street. She suddenly hit something hard and was knocked back. Seeing shiny shoes, she quickly kneeled.

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I wasn't looking where I was going, Ayako apologized.

Are you alright? a man asked, helping Ayako stand up.

Hey! They both heard a man running towards them.

Do you need help? the man she bumped into asked her.

Yes, I don't want to go back to him.

Can you sew? Ayako didn't have time to ponder the randomness of the question, she just quickly answered, Yes.

Come with me then, the man said, taking Ayako's hand. She looked up at her savior to see that he wasn't Japanese but Chinese. His hair was black and slicked back into a tight ponytail. His eyes were very dark, she couldn't tell if it was a dark brown or if it was indeed black.

He pulled her up and into an alley way and they disappeared into a building. Ayako walked in to see about fifty sewing machines and lots of different bolts of fabrics.

I own this place. You can work for me here, he said looking at Ayako.

What is your name?

Ayako.

My name is Chang Wufei. Was it your family that sold you? he asked to which she nodded sadly.

So you have no where to sleep then. Follow me. Ayako followed him to the left of where they had entered the building. Wufei opened a door that led to a small room with a futon and a lamp with no windows. There was a door on the right side of the room but other than that, the room was pretty plain and messy.

It's not much, but once you clean it up it should be fine. There's a small bathroom through that door. It's small but hopefully you'll be okay here. You can make yourself sheets and a blanket with the left over materials that are in that box over there. Here is a key to the building. I will only pay you half since you will be staying here. I'll be leaving now, he said turning away.

Wait! Ayako said turning towards him, Why are you... helping me?

My wife... she used to do what you did too. That was all he said before he left. Ayako was still reeling in shock of what she had just done. She decided to clean up the room to keep from thinking about her actions.

After a few moments she found a rag in the sink and started to clean the room. The room was much bigger then the one at her mother's house. The futon was old but barely used and was still quite soft and comfortable. Once she had cleaned up the room, the bathroom; which only had a sink, a small shower and toilet, were clean, she went through the material box. Selecting some nice fabrics, she sat down at one of the sewing machines and started to make bed sheets and a blanket for herself.

--------Upstate New York, USA.

For the past two weeks, Heero had buried himself in work. He was working on two new hotels with pools and spas and a new restaurant. He had been so overwhelmed with the work he had placed on himself that he had been sleeping in his office in town. He hadn't returned to his home in a while. His appearance was scruffy, tired and dirty. He was either editing the architectural drawings for the new buildings, on the phone talking to clients and business partners or doing a lot of paper work.

It was late again. Heero sat back in his chair, closing his eyes, thinking only to rest for a bit before he would finish the last draft for the side patio for the restaurant. He promptly fell asleep.

TBC