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He was at home, sleeping in his warm comfy bed with scented silk sheets for the first time in months. Quatre smiled and rolled over….THUMP, White hot pain screamed through his body as he connected with the ground, sea blue eyes shooting open as he bit back a yell. Slowly the tears in his eyes began to clear and he looked around, he was in a small living area, it hadn't been his bed at all, but instead a small worn down couch.
Quatre shifted, trying to sit up and almost passed out as pain overwhelmed him, with great difficulty he lifted one of his hands to his face and gasped, his normally creamy white hands, where riddled with cuts and bruises, they were dirty and some of his fingers where broken.
Gradually Quatre became more aware of the pain he was in. His ribs felt like they where on fire and his head throbbed terribly, he couldn't move his legs far without wanting to scream and his left arm was useless…what the hell had he done to himself…Quatre racked his memory trying to remember…but there was nothing there, he didn't remember where he lived, he couldn't recall his last name, the only thing he knew about himself was that his first name was Quatre and he owned a large four poster bed with curtains and expensive silk sheets.
It was about then that he realized something, firstly that the last thing was a really weird thing to remember and secondly, judging by what he could see, a large four poster bed with silk sheets would take up most of this living room, meaning one of two things…
Either this wasn't his home or …he was remembering someone else's bed…He seriously doubted it was someone else's bed…A waterfall of emotions crashed down on him, he was lost and confused and angry and sad and lonely and scared and in an unmeasurable amount of pain all at the same time, he felt venerable and isolated and he didn't know what to do, so he followed his instinct, and, ignoring the amount of pain it caused him, curled into a tiny ball and began to cry.
Trowa walked through his front door for the 6th time that morning, he'd gone to find Catherine, found her, been told what was going on, then scolded for leaving the injured boy alone becuse the boys wounds where still unattended to, gone back home, realized they didn't have any medical supplies, and left again to find some, come back and of course forgotten to find a wash basin. So, he'd left to get that and now he was back…yep his life sucked... he'd forgotten to get clothes for the boy…oh well blonde could just wear some of his stuff … Trowa raised and eyebrow as he imagined the tiny boy in some of his clothes…or he could just borrow something off Wufei…or Duo.
Entering the lounge area with his supplies he could hear a strange noise, it sounded suspiciously like someone crying. Trowa dumped the stuff on a nearby table and walked around to the other side of the couch to find the boy curled up on the floor crying softly.
Trowa bent down and gently placed a hand on the boy's back, the youth jerked up, letting out a cry of pain as his abused body screamed at him and collapsed back on the floor. Trowa's emerald green eyes widened as huge sea blue eyes met his, and even though the smaller boy said nothing Trowa new everything the boy was thinking, he had never seen eyes like that before.
They where so unguarded, wide and innocent, betraying everything the boy thought, like an open book left for anyone to read, he could see fear, and pain in those eyes and realized the boy had no idea where he was.
"Sorry for frightening you little one." he said gently.
Encouraged when some of the fear and confusion in the boys faces disappeared . "My name is Trowa, my sister found you unconscious on the side of the road, I won't hurt you I promise"
Trowa sat silently as the boy studied him, ignoring the unsettling feeling of being completely transparent he got under the boy's gaze he took the opportunity to get a better look at the blonde. He was small, but not scrawny, more delicate, his hair was a dark shade of blonde, though Trowa suspected that it was probably lighter under all that dirt , the smaller boys tears had left tracks in the dirt and blood on his cheeks, exposing soft creamy skin. Trowa forced himself not to blush when he realised just how stunning the boy in front of him really was.
"Quatre." a soft voice ripped through Trowa's thoughts
"Wa?" he replied dumbly
"My name, it's Quatre." Quatre gave a shy smile, ducking his head slightly.
'God he's so adorable!' Trowa thought returning the smile, 'shy too,' he added after reading Quatre's body language.
"What happened to you Quatre.?" Trowa asked softly, but the smaller teen didn't have an answer.
"I don't know." he whispered "I can't remember…I can't remember anything…I don't even remember my last name."
Trowa panicked as the blond began to cry again.
"Don't cry little one." he said, touching the teen, but afraid to move him in case he caused Quatre more pain. "I'll help you remember I promise…I need to get you cleaned up first"
Quatre blushed, brilliantly. "Umm h…how?" he asked softly, not really sure if he wanted to be touched but this stranger, even thought said stranger was admitably incredibly nice….and sinfully good looking.
" Well, Catherine has called a doctor to have a serious look at you, but I'm going to wash all this dirt off you, and bandage you up, then…well you might have to live with some of my clothes for now"
Quatre looked at him doubtfully, and Trowa could quite clearly see that he didn't really approve of being washed by some strange boy he'd just met, and rightfully so.
"So I have to take of my clothes?" Quatre said flatly, the colour in his face darkening.
Trowa blinked….how could he say this tactfully…
"Yes, everything except you underwear." O yeh soooo Tactful…
"oh." Quatre squeaked "umm"
Trowa sighed "I won't hurt you, or at least not on porpoise, I do have to move you..."
Quatre studied Trowa, he could see that the taller youth was sincere, and mildly offended that Quatre thought he would harm him.
"o…ok." Quatre said.
Trowa smiled at him, and shuffled so he could pick the blonde up.
"this is going to hurt a little…" Trowa warned slipping his arms under Quatre's body and lifting him up.
Quatre winced as his body yelled at him for the change in position, but it wasn't incredibly painful. Slowly Trowa bought Quatre into his bedroom and began to clean him up.
Wondering what kind of horrible things had happened to this boy.
EDOS: oh the naughty things I could do with a situation like that grins evilly Ok I think in the next chapter I might introduce the bad guys, and maybe you'll find out what happened to poor Cat!
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