Okay, so once again, my computer decided to eat my disk. Or at least I think that it did. I mean, the disk was labeled as this story, but my comp wouldn't read it. Which isn't the reason that this is so late. Nope. Blame that on my laziness, and that when I decided to change one part in an earlier chapter, I forgot that it affected later chapters, namely this one, and once again, I have to rearrange things to properly fit. So, if this chapter doesn't flow quite like the others, please keep in mind that it had a major re-haul. And that I probably will edit it again in the far distant future. Anyways, on with the fic!

Chapter 11

Heero sat on his bed, his legs drawn up to his chest with his arms wrapped around his knees. His head rested on the support that the position gave him. He sighed. Two days suspension. He couldn't fault the staff for the decision, though. If only he didn't wear those clothes, then none of this would have happened.

There was a knock at the door. Turning his head away, he called out a hoarse "Yeah?" He heard the creak of the door as it opened and shut, with only the soft patter of socked feet alerting him that someone had entered.

"Yuy."

Heero's head jerked up at the sound. "Chang!"

"Here, I brought you your supper." Wufei walked towards the bed, placing the tray on the bedside table. Slowly, as to not startle the distraught teen, Wufei sat down on the bed, eyes never leaving the other's face.

"I'm not hungry."

Wufei rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up to the sky in exasperation. Heero hid his smile at the childish display.

"Okay, maybe I am, a little."

Wufei smirked at getting his way, watching as Heero quickly ate the food offered. He finished in moments proving just how hungry he really was.

"Okay, maybe I lied," Heero flushed, embarrassed.

After a moment of silence, Wufei leaned forward, pushing a strand of hair out of Heero's face.

"Talk to me Heero."

Heero looked down, closing his eyes against the other boy's stare.

"'Bout what?"

Wufei didn't answer, instead he started to run his fingers through the short, coarse strands of hair, gently massaging. Heero, unconsciously, moved into the soothing touch.

"Why?" The word was soft, almost too low for Wufei to hear. "Why did they leave me, all alone? Why? Was I bad, and not allowed to be with them, in the next life? Did they not want me?"

Wufei moved closer to the shaking teen, sliding his arms around the other, to comfort, to soothe.

"No, Heero, they loved you, very much, and wanted you to live on, live a happy life, where they would watch over you, and love you, even if you can no longer see them," Wufei replied, in a voice that was as equally soft.

"Oh, gods, Wufei, I still remember it, the screams, the flames. It hurts, it hurts so much. Maybe if I was better, maybe he wouldn't have started drinking, maybe he would have loved me more..." Heero's voice broke, sobs making it hard to speak.

Wufei tightened his hold. "Heero, listen to me: Your parents loved you. It was not your fault that your mother got sick, or that a fire started in your house. It was not your fault." Heero shook his head, not believing what the other said, though he desperately wished he could.

"Heero, your father saved you from the fire. He loved you, and made sure that you were safe. He wouldn't have done that if he did not love you, would he?"

At Wufei's words, Heero finally broke down, crying out all his anguish, bottled up for years, for thinking that his parents didn't love, when they did. He was loved. His parents loved him.

Gradually, he fell asleep, held gently in the safe, comforting arms of Chang Wufei.

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The Peacecrafts came home late into the night, creeping around as to not disturb Heero. On their toes, the two quietly made their way to Heero's door to check in on him. The sight that they came across, however, left them breathless.

Heero was indeed sleeping, a soft smile on his lips, a content look on his face. He was laying on his side, facing the door, his body loose, relaxed. Relena had never seen Heero so peaceful, awake or asleep; he was normally tensed up, even in sleep, often curling up in a tight ball. It was a surprise to see him in such a state, but it wasn't the only surprise.

Chang Wufei was in Heero's bed, fast asleep. He was spooning Heero from behind, arms possessively holding the smaller boy, and face buried in Heero's hair, obstructing any view of his face.

They slowly backed out of the room, careful not to disturb the sleeping boys. It may be immoral to some people, but anyone who could make Heero smile, even if only when he was sleeping, was to be welcomed with open arms. Watching Heero struggle with life since they first adopted him hurt the two siblings, as all their effort to heal him were all for naught. They just couldn't reach him. Hopefully, finally, Heero was finally starting to heal, because of the budding friendship, or because of something even more, like love.

Just please, they both prayed, let this turn out alright for their step-brother, Heero Yuy.

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Heero sat beneath a large oak tree growing in the school yard. He glanced nervously around, suspicious of every person who walked nearby. He sighed, drawing his knees up.

Yesterday morning, he had woken up, smiling. No dreams tormented him, and he had slept through the night without waking up once. Wanting to hold onto the nice feeling of a restful night, he snuggled deeper into his covers, when he encountered an arm, that did not belong to him, wrapped around him. When he had turned to look behind him, Heero's breath stuck in his throat.

Chang Wufei, heartthrob and heartbreaker, was in his bed! With one of his legs thrown, almost possessively, over one of his!

Heero had closed his eyes, trying to think rationally, that there was a completely logical explanation why Wufei was in his bed. He knew there was, and once he snuck out of the bed, he would figure it out... But the warmth, and contentment, dragged him back to sleep. When he woke again, it was to the feeling that something was missing, and Heero had known, without looking, that Wufei was gone.

Now he was at school, avoiding Wufei. His face turned crimson just thinking about facing the Chinese male. So he packed his own lunch in order to avoid the cafeteria, and everybody else.

"I'm sure he is around here somewhere," Relena's voice drifted into Heero's ears, causing his head to snap up.

Cautiously, he peeked around the tree. Wufei, Relena, Duo, Quatre and Trowa were coming right at him! Panicked, Heero looked for a hiding place. The voices came closer to his tree. The tree! He could climb the tree! Hurriedly, Heero scrambled up the tree, hugging the trunk. Finding a branch strong enough to hold his weight, he settled down, watching the scene below him.

The ffive stopped under the tree, looking around for any sign of the elusive Heero.

"Dammit! We need to find him!" Duo threw his hands up. "Where the hell is he!"

"Relax, Duo! I am sure that we'll find him," Quatre soothed the distraught American. "There are not many places to hide."

Wufei smirked, leaning up against the rough bark of the tree. "If he doesn't want to be found, we won't come close to finding him."

High in the tree, Heero grinned. "Nope," he thought, "never find me!"

The group on the ground continued to bicker as Heero listened in, trying to figure out why they wanted him. Maybe Wufei-

No, he blushed, Wufei wasn't looking for him. Nope, nuh uh. Moving slightly, be brushed a twig loose, causing the little stick to fall. Horrified, Heero watched as it landed directly on Wufei's head. He held his breath.

Calmly, Wufei brushed the stick off, unnoticed by the others. Silently, Heero let his breath out.

"Look, we'll see Heero in the last two periods," Trowa spoke up, the voice of reason. "Why don't we ask him then?"

"What if he says no?" Quatre's eyes were wide.

"Why would he?" Duo demanded. "It's a honour to pose with us!"

Heero frowned. Pose?

"Well, I don't know," Relena sounded uncertain. "Heero's, well, very uncomfortable with his, um, body."

"Yeah, well, let's just ask him, eh?" Duo stretched, hands behind his head. "Maybe we can convince him to try at least once."

Trowa nodded. "Once won't hurt."

"But Tomothy would sure be pleased!" Quatre smiled at the thought.

"Well, let's ask." Wufei straightened up. "Hey, Heero?"

Heero froze. Does he know? Oh crap! Where could he hide now?

"How would you like to do something for me?" Wufei continued, smirking at the confused looks on his friends' faces. "It's really simple." He paused. "I need, want, you to be – a model with us."

Heero jerked upright, banging his head on another tree limb. Losing his grip, Heero made his way down to the earth, without the use of his hands.

"Ompf!" He landed hard on the ground, laying there with a stunned expression on his face. Model? They want him to model?

Wufei's face suddenly obscured Heero's vision, gazing down at him, concerned. He glared back.

"Yuy. Glad you could join us," Wufei smirked.

Heero waved an arm around. "My pleasure," he gasped, still fighting for the air that seemed to have abandoned him.

Chuckling softly, Wufei hooked Heero's arm and pulled him to his feet, steadying the winded boy.

"Heero Yuy!" Relena glared, her hands on her hips. "You mean that you were listening the entire time? And didn't let us know?"

Heero glared at her, and was about to say his favourite death threat, when he became aware of a pleasant sensation on his back. Concentrating, Heero realized that Wufie was slowly rubbing his back. He quickly lowered his head, trying to hide the the redness in his cheeks as he tried to move away from Wufei. He soon found out that he couldn't move, at least not without making a scene in front of the others. Wufei's arm, the one not occupied with his back, was around his waist in a very firm grip.

Not noticing the cause for Heero's distress, Relena assumed that Heero felt bad for deceiving her. "You should be ashamed! Really Heero, where are your manners?"

Heero shrugged, both at Relena and Wufei, answering her and trying to dislodge him. Wufei simply tightened his hold an lowering the hand on his back. Heero stilled. His back was now flush against Wufei's chest, with one of Wufei's hands trapped between them in a delicate spot. In other words, Wufei's hand was now massaging Heero's very low back.

Heero's breath caught in his throat, as he desperately tried to stay calm. "It's okay," he thought, "I'll just, I'll just turn around, thank him for helping me and ask him kindly to let go." Of course, his definition of 'asking kindly' was to glare and threaten, but he wouldn't hit him. Maybe.

Calmer now that he had a plan, Heero turned around to tell Wufei to let go. But when he did turn around, it was to find that while he moved, Wufei did too, if only slightly. His hand had in fact, moved with Heero, so that it didn't have to let go of its treasure. Frowning, Heero was ready to read him the riot act when he noticed that Wufei's face was. Right. There. Heero blinked, trying to jerk free, but it was too late.

Wufei's lips came crashing down on Heero's, with almost bruising force. He heard, faintly, as if they were from far away, the others' startled exclamations. Then thought flitted to a far corner of Heero's mind as Wufei's tongue traced his lips, demanding entrance. When Heero kept his lips together, despite Wufei's wishes, Wufei slowly started to ease his hand even lower, but not down the leg. More like, following the curve of Heero's ass.

Wufei smiled into the kiss as Heero did exactly what he thought he would; Heero tried to move away from the hand and opened his mouth to yell at Wufei. Seizing the opportunity of Heero's dazed condition, Wufei maneuvered Heero around so that the two boys were completely facing eachother. Throughout it all, Wufei's mouth never left Heero's, tongue deep inside that warm cavern that now belonged to him.

Heero couldn't believe it. Wufei was kissing him again! His knees threatened to buckle from underneath him. Did Wufei even know what his kisses did to him? Well, maybe he'll just show him. Putting one hand behind Wufei's head, the other around his waist, Heero kissed back, forcing the alien tongue from his mouth, only to follow it back to its territory.

Suddenly, Heero was pulled away from Wufei. He stood, gasping for air, seeing black dots dancing in his vision. He began to slowly make out the scene surrounding him. Frowning, Heero realized that there was a crushing grip on his shoulders, bruising the skin beneath. Turning around, ready to give hell to whomever dared touch him, Heero opened his mouth.

And promptly closed it. The person was male, a very tall, very imposing man. Brown hair, elegant pose, arrogant facial expression. Who was he? Heero looked to Wufei, only to find him glaring at said man.

"Father," Wufei bit out through clenched teeth.

The man sighed. "Wufei. We need to talk." His voice was soft, smooth, and Heero could faintly smell the scent of roses.

Wufei lifted his chin, and crossed his arms. "Let him go."

The man smiled down at Heero, and released his grip. Heero quickly stepped away, towards his friends.

"I expect you both in my living room right after school," hr raised his face, smiling at a birds song, "with no dawdling."

And with that, he walked away, teenagers watching him as he left in a confident stride. He disappeared around a corner, and the teens all released the breath they were holding.

Heero shoved his hands into his pockets, uneasy with everyone's eyes on him, uneasy about the afternoon.

Wufei pulled Heero into a tight hug. "Hey, don't worry. He's always like that." They stood like that for a moment, before letting go.

"So, are you going to model with us?" Wufei asked Heero, starting to walk back to school. The others following behind.

"Yeah! You should!" Relena clapped her hands together. "Oh, think of the fun!"

"Not to mention that Tom would be happy." Everyone rolled their eyes at the blond. Always trying to please others.

Heero shrugged. "Why not?"

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Thank you all for sticking with my for so long, and for all the love and reviews. And now I'm off, to go apartment searching, which really sucks when there is nothing out there. Oh well, wish me luck! And I hoped that you enjoyed the extra long chapter. I figured it would be a nice way of saying 'I'm sorry for taking so long.' lol

One more to go people. Look forward to it, and please tell me what you thought of this chapter.

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