Secrets Untold

By: Cryn

Disclaimer: I don't own the pilots. :)

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Duo woke early the next morning it was almost 7:30 before he left his room though. Trowa was in the kitchen getting breakfast.

"Morning Tro!" He said and patted him on the back.

"Hn." He responded and took breakfast back with him into the living room.

"Bastard. . ." Duo muttered under his breath and started for a cereal bowl when he realized he hadn't seen Quatre in the living room when he passed it.

Muttering some more, he left the kitchen and went back up the hallway towards his and Trowa's room. Making sure the TV was entertaining Trowa, he started into the room. . .

"Quatre?" He whispered into the room.

"Yeah. . .?" Came a scared reply from the walk in closet.

"It's me, Duo." He said, still being quiet, "Are you alright?"

"N. . . Yeah. . ." An unsure response. . . "I'll be down for breakfast in a minute. . ."

"Quatre?" Duo asked again, looking into the closet.

Quatre sat on the floor in a fetal position, trying to cover his face from Duo. Duo looked confused and knew what must have happened. He grabbed Quatre's hands gently and pulled them away from his face. Quatre winced at the touch, but didn't resist.

Bruises were forming on his cheeks and his lip was covered in dried blood from what looked like a. . . bite wound? His eyes were bloodshot and he was crying.

"Oh Quatre. . ." Duo whispered in shock.

Carefully, and nervously, he pulled the blonde's shirt from his body and sure enough, more bruises and what looked like bite marks were to be found across his smooth chest. He didn't dare check his legs in fear of worse. Duo analyzed the situation and sighed... He had to get him out of here. . .

"Quatre. . . we're leaving here. . ." Duo said softly. "Please don't argue with me. This is no way to live."

Quatre looked back at the braided boy and let a few more tears fall into his pants. "But Trowa. . .?"

"Don't worry about him." Duo coaxed the blonde to his feet. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy. . . he never gave you his."

Quatre whimpered and looked at Duo. "What are we going to tell him?"

"Well, we're. . . we're going paint balling!" Duo grinned at his ingenious. "Trowa wont want to come. . . it's too childish for him."

Duo was taking too long. . . Trowa would be no doubt suspicious of his absence by now. He listened; the TV was still on. . .

"Pack quick and light, like a duffel bag or something. We can get necessities later, just pack clothes. Some nice if you want, but make sure you have some crappy ones mixed in, in case he wants to search your bag. . ." He double-checked, making sure he left nothing out. "We'll figure out something to do about your bruises when we have the time. . ."

Quatre nodded slowly and Duo gave him a reassuring look before leaving to pack his own bag. Duo packed more than just clothes though. His brush, shampoo and conditioner were first to go in the bag. Some ratty jeans and a sweatshirt, a couple of his normal outfits, black pants and black shirts. Almost everything he brought with him went. . .

'We'll stop at a store later and get the rest of the stuff we left behind. . .' He thought and went to look for Quatre.

"Q-man, you ready to go?" Duo asked from the door, sounding like his bouncy self.

"Uh. . ." Quatre started and paused. "Yeah. . . I guess so."

"Nothin' like some good old paint balling to beat the snot out of your buddy. Eh?"

Quatre got the message and smiled a bit, his face still sore. "You're going down Duo, down."

Secretly hoping Trowa would let them out of the house, Duo grinned and walked into the living room.

"Hey Tro, Q and I are going paint balling, wanna come?" Duo asked bouncing on his heels.

". . ."

Silence greeted his ears and his smile kept up, he wasn't faking it anymore, they were going to get out of the house.

"Quatre, I thought I told you to stay home today?" Trowa growled, standing.

"Hey man, it's ok, I'll have him back in a couple hours. . ." Duo let a sly smile grace his face, "Though it might be in a matchbox. . ."

"No way, you're nothing compared to me in aim Duo." Quatre taunted.

"Quatre, aren't you a little- Never mind." Trowa muttered, trailing off. "Whatever, get out of my sight."

"If you insist Trowa." Duo smirked. "Have fun here. . ."

Duo motioned for Quatre to go on ahead of him; he was really making sure Trowa wouldn't stop him on the way out. Reaching the garage, he grabbed his keys from the hook and pointed Quatre towards the black two door Mustang. A nice, sporty car that Duo had bought after the war had ended. Pressing the button to open the garage door, he smiled at Quatre.

"Just put your things in back Q-man, we're out of here." He said, setting his things behind his seat. "Just watch the stereo equipment."

"Ok." Came the almost inaudible reply as he set his things by the speakers.

The music pounded as Duo started the car and listened to it rev. He loved the sound of his car revving and the bass rattling the seats. The neon lights flickered over his head with the pulse of the beat and he pulled out of the garage, then down the driveway. Backing into the turn around, he straightened the car and raced down the driveway towards the street. He could see Trowa standing in the doorway, watching them leave, an unreadable expression on his face.

'We're good. . .' Duo thought, turning the music down considerably. 'We made it out. . .'

"Duo, why does it feel like we're doing something wrong?"

"Don't worry about it Quatre, you're safe now. . ." Duo said back.

They were far away from Quatre and Trowa's house before Duo stopped in a parking lot. He seen Quatre was asleep in the passenger seat and smiled a little. His smile quickly faded as he started to think about it.

'What kind of monster could do this to Quatre, he's so sweet and innocent. . .' Duo's mind raced. 'He looks like an angel sleeping there. . . I wonder if he's hungry? What am I going to do now? I've got him away, but now what? Live in a hotel room until Heero finds out and kills me for leaving him? We could. . . go home. . . but Trowa would suspect that. Maybe just for some supplies? All my cash is with me though. . . my bank cards and all that jazz. . . most of my clothes are at home. . . Quatre hardly has anything, we'll stop at the house. . .'

Duo started the car again and Quatre stirred.

"Hush angel, death is here to protect you." Duo whispered, brushing Qautre's bangs from his face.

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A/N

[1]: Reviews feed me! The oops has been fixed and I accept anonymous reviews. Sorry!!

[2]: There is no two this time. . . for the sake of pointing out though, things get juicier, fluffier and more complicated in the near future.