Title: Cherry Blossom 12/13
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.
"Mr. Yuy?" his secretary, Dorothy, called out to him, knocking on his door. When he didn't answer, she walked in and found him asleep in his chair again for the fourth day in a row. Concerned for his health, she walked over to him and gently shook him awake.
"Mr. Yuy, please wake up." Heero finally opened his eyes, positive he was being awaken by Ayako, then his vision focused.
Dorothy. He sat up quickly, straightening himself, slightly embarrassed that she had caught him sleeping again.
"I'm awake," he growled.
"Sir you should go home and rest. And... take a bath," she told him as politely as she could. Heero gave her a dirty look, making her leave the room.
"Home..." he said quietly. Slowly he stood, grabbed his coat and walked out of his office, not saying anything to Dorothy and left.
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Heero arrived in front of his home. He walked in and stood in the doorway. He looked at the dark, silent house. Everything in here had been for Ayako, who wasn't even really a woman. He took off his shoes and coat, then made his way to the kitchen. The refrigerator was empty except for some way overdue orange juice and two very ripe bananas. He took the orange juice, drinking from the glass container and ignoring the taste. Then he grabbed a banana and started to eat it.
He made his way upstairs and into the bathroom. After having showered and shaved, he put on some clothes and left the house.
--------Kyoto, Japan.
Ayako had been working at the sewing shop for two months now. She had been able to stay away from her mother and brothers and was earning her own way. It wasn't bad at all. The room she stayed in was small but had everything she needed. The man who had helped her, Mr. Chang, had even brought her a very small gas stove, a miniature refrigerator and a small rice cooker. With the money she had saved from working she had bought a small coffee table to eat on.
He helped her, but she didn't understand why. When she had asked him the first time they met he had only said that his wife had once been where she was. In gratitude, Ayako made sure to work hard for Mr. Chang. Everyone else who worked there were all women. Most of them were older women who could not find another job and were too old for prostitution. But they enjoyed working for Mr. Chang, they said he was a good man to work for, he was fair.
Good work today, Ayako, Mr. Chang told her. Ayako nodded her thanks and excused herself to her room. She sat on the bed and after a few moments, she reached under her pillow and pulled out the picture of Heero and herself.
I'm sorry I'm Trowa... and not Ayako... Trowa said to the picture, rubbing his thumb on the picture of Heero's face. I miss you... he said tears threatening to fall. It had been two months but almost everyday Trowa would pull out this picture and let his memories wash over him. The rest of the day and during the nights, Heero was the only one he thought of.
--------Upstate New York, USA.
Heero walked into the house. He hadn't been home in almost 2 months. He knew he had purposely kept himself busy with new projects, burying himself in work to keep his mind away from Trowa. He walked into the living room and would have gone straight up to his room when a sudden shine on the floor caught his eye. He walk over to where the shiny object was and picked it up. It's the ring I gave Aya... Trowa. He must of left it here when he fell asleep. 'I love you,' he remembered Trowa saying. 'Goodbye, Heero Yuy' Heero shook his head miserably.
He walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. The flashbacks of seeing Trowa being exposed to him hit him quickly, but he pushed them away. He went to the dresser and opened the beautiful black jewelry box and carefully placed the ring in it. Turning away, he quickly made his way into the bathroom and took a shower.
He stepped out and pulled on some sweats and went downstairs to his home office. Just as he reached the door, he saw that the door to Trowa's sewing room was slightly ajar. Slowly he walked into the dark room and turned on the light.
There, in the middle of the room on a podium, was the wedding kimono Trowa had been making. The dress was stunning. Heero's eyes watered slightly just staring at it and everything it represented. He walked over to it, touching it lightly. He looked around the room. It was neat and clean, nothing out of place except for a folded peace of paper on the small desk.
He walked over to it and picked it up.
'Dear Heero Yuy.
If you are reading this then you finally know. There is nothing I can ever do or say to make you understand and forgive me. Nevertheless, thank you for everything. I will always love you and remember you as the man who cared for me, maybe even loved me once. If I could change myself into a woman for you I would... I will miss your touch, your voice, your kiss. I hope you find someone worthy of you. I never was, I've always been tainted and dirty. I will never be good enough for someone like you. I've been a whore my whole life.
You don't deserve that. I will continue to be a whore, because that is all I know how to be, beatings and rape have been all I've known, until you. You made me smile and feel loved, even if you didn't love me. You made me feel beautiful and wanted and appreciated, not used and just a plaything. I can die knowing I was happy once.
Thank you, I will love you always, Trowa.'
The sound of his office phone ringing shook Heero out of the bottomless pit of his emotions that the painful words had dropped him into. He quickly made his way to his office and picked up the phone.
"Yuy."
"Mr. Yuy. I hope you remember me, I am the manager of Cherry Blossom." The man said on the other line.
"Yes of course, what can I do for you?" Heero asked, sitting down in his chair, wondering what the man wanted.
"The Watases called me to contact you about Ayako," the man started, "You see, she has been missing for almost 2 months now and they think she has gone back to you." Trowa's missing?
"No I'm sorry, she hasn't returned here.," Heero told the man, his thought circling on his words of Trowa missing.
"Well, if you hear from her, please contact me so the Watases can be calmed."
"Of course."
"Thank you for your time Mr. Yuy." Heero hung up the phone. Trowa's missing... He quickly looked down at the letter and re-read the line he dreaded. /I can die knowing I was happy once/. Does that mean he ... killed himself? No he wouldn't... would he? Heero thought, his mind spinning from so many revelations in so short a time period.
--------Kyoto, Japan.
No more rice. I'll go get some, Trowa said aloud as he stood up and took his money and key and left the room. He walked through the alleyways and quickly reach the outside market. The market was pretty busy. He wandered around until he found an old woman selling rice.
You are a very pretty young lady, the old woman complimented, What is your name?
Thank you. My name is Ayako, Trowa answered, paying for the rice, then placing his money away again.
Be careful on your way home, girl, the old woman warned. Ayako nodded, then started for the alleyways. Ayako was almost home when she heard two male voices laughing. She ignored them and continued walking, a bit faster now.
Hey baby, where are you going so fast? one man asked, grabbing Ayako's arm.
Please, let me go, Ayako pleaded.
Aw don't worry honey we just want to have some fun, the second man said. Heero... Ayako thought painfully, if he were here... The man pushed Ayako up against the wall, making her drop her bag of rice. They ripped at her kimono, laughing as she squirmed to get free, licking her tear-smeared face.
You're going to scream for me bitch, the first man said, parting the kimono and pulling down her panties only for him to yell out in shock.
What the fuck! You're a guy! You're going to pay, the man said angrily, So you like to play the girl, huh? Huh, take that, stupid… Trowa didn't hear anymore as he concentrated on protecting himself as best he could. The men punched Ayako repeatedly in the face and stomach, making her fall to the dirty ground. They kicked her repeatedly until she lost consciousness.
Moments later Chang came upon Ayako.
Ayako! Mr. Chang yelled as he saw Ayako on the floor of the alleyway. He picked her up in his arms as one of Ayako's green ribbons fell from her hair. He quickly took her to the hospital.
TBC