Warnings: This story contains violence, language, angst, and homosexuality. Strong stomachs advised from now on. This will NOT have a nice ending!!! I do not own the characters or GW, so don't bother suing; but the plot is mine. Oh and sorry for taking so long to update, got carried away reading other stories and all LOL!

Normal- means present, normal speech and action

Bold-means present thoughts

Italics-mean past or watching films on a video camera

Italics bold- means past. Thoughts and feelings at the time.

Italic bold/underlined-means past. Thoughts and feelings at the time, shows the character arguing with themselves.

P.S. Please review!! The people who've already reviewed, I love you all and don't expect you to do so again, but it's always nice to hear from my loyal fans LOL! CreotiaFlayier, thank you for your beautiful reviews. Also thank you to Voldyismoldy for sticking with the story and lovingly reviewing too. I love you both to pieces! Oh, I also decided to leave the first three chapters as they were. I'm not completely happy with them, but if I altered them they'd probably be rubbish!

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"Ah-ha!!!!" J exclaimed brashly. "I got the one we need" holding up the small bug-like cam-cording device. The doctors had been trying to wrestle this down during Treize's detailed narrative, only to realise that the thing had a little too much life left in it. I forgot these bloody things only wanted to be played in a certain order G thought petulantly, idly rubbing the new red imprint on his arm.

"Treize, you can carry on with the story if you'd like, or we could watch the rest of it with this." J stated calmly, not at all bothered about the fact that Treize wasn't finished, knowing full well the guy would appreciate the reprieve from Maxwell's questions. A slight inclination of the head from Treize was answer enough; J swapped the bulbs and the image of Merle disappeared to be replaced by one of a small, malnourished boy, dressed in some ragged looking costume, clearly a dated style, with a large amount of blood trickling out of his mouth; a sturdy body behind trying to inject him with something. The pilots looked at it sadly, but not shocked after seeing so much wrong in the world already. "You're all sure you want to watch this" S asked briefly waiting for the conformation before adding "don't worry if you can hear a voice over it, that isn't coming from anyone there, it will most likely be Foan's thoughts at the time. It might even be other's if they are close enough to the cameras." I really hope this doesn't ruin it for the kid; he's lost so much already… the film began.

"Mike hold him down, he's having an attack!" Tami cried out frantically, the panic sending pain in her abdominal regions, the stress affecting her baby negatively. Please God, don't let anything happen to him, he's all we've got.

Mike was too powerful for the young boy's convulsions to escape his grasp, but power could do nothing to stop his body attacking itself. A needle appeared, but they needed him to be still to give it to him, inject it wrong and he could die instantly. The fits grew terrifically, a shower of blood spraying out of his mouth as he was chocked by his own body, the voices in his head yelling and screaming at him so loudly, he could hear nothing else, but could also not understand them. His skin looked bleached, for there was no colour, and the sweat flowed from his brow. His limbs bunched up as the pain grew magnanimously; yet he did not cry out, whether from too much pain, the blood blocking his throat or his stubbornness, it was not clear but silence at such a sight seemed at lot more unnerving than the screams would have been.

Then it ended, quickly, briefly, suddenly. With the only plausible answer being the needle that was slowly being pulled out of his side, only to be replaced with another, helping his breathing come back in small uneven gasps and the voices in his head disappear. A small paper towel was wiping at his mouth trying to get rid of the excess blood, yet not seeming to make any difference; a laboured sigh from his right showing that he was not the only one who felt pain from his seizures.

Foan had at some point been lowered down so that he was sitting with his back against Mike's chest, unconsciously trying to match their breathing towards a more normal level. Somewhat shakily he turned his head towards Tami, a repulsive feeling in his stomach rejecting the movement. "Tami, you O (breathing hitched slightly) K?" The effort too much on his shredded lungs. He took in the paleness of her face and her clouded eyes OK it was a stupid question, she always worries over me. I hope the baby's alright…

"I'm alright" she mumbled automatically, "just a little worried for a second there, but we're all fine now" the stupid boy better get the hint.

Oh, she's definitely upset... Foan thought despondently. "Yeah sis, we're OK" he replied, pleased to see his sister smile at him again. He leaned back against Mike for support, whilst his body tried to calm down. A small bit of colour came back to his face and his body slowly ceased sweating which was all in vain, when he felt something hard pressing against his arse. Oh my God, please tell me that's not what I think it is. Not Mike.

Whilst his body had been lowered down against Mike's it was writhing in pain. But no matter what the mind says the body can still respond to touch, and that is why Mike was trying so hard to will away the erection his body had gained when the object of his affection had clung and stirred against him in a vain effort to escape the pain. Damn his glorious, delectable arse! Why now! Why can't I hold my god damned libido whenever I'm around the fucking brat! 'cause you love him and he's a hot piece of meat! Such a lovely arse too. Wait noooooooooo, I need to think of something else before he notices. Fed's in a dress. No, Dermail in a thong. Yes, that works. Down you go. Shudder it don't half put one off men though. Just when Mike thought he'd willed it away, Foan shifted his body around to make himself more comfortable and turned towards his sister. Well there goes that bloody plan Mike thought sardonically. Not realising that his hips had started making minute grinding motions against the boy above him, stopping when he felt the boy suddenly tense up above him. Oh shit!

"OK you time to get up and wash that pretty little face of yours'" Tami stated, unaware of what just occurred between the two boys. "After all wouldn't want you to miss your bit hit."

"Tami, it's not like I'm the main character, and I've got ages…" he stopped when he saw the look on her face, it said 'I ain't gonna put up with your crap, so get a move on or you'll regret it'. Foan was definitely smart enough to know when to give up a losing battle.

The camera's swapped around and those watching could see Foan heading towards a grimy corridor with a urinal, mirror and a sink at the end of it. A pile of half used tissues nearby, dirt climbing up the walls with some recent looking stains. The pilots and ladies could practically smell the stench. Wufei definitely started to feel queasy at the sight of the mould growing on the inside of the urinal, and could finally understand why Heero had been such a hygiene freak, when not on a mission.

Foan picked up the tissue that looked the least used and dampened the corner, wiping across his face trying to rid any evidence of his "attack", careful to avoid removing anymore of his make-up. Roger Tower (his boss) would have his head for wasting important supplies such as make up and wardrobe. Luckily, all he was really wearing was some old army cam-cream around his eyes, which takes a lot more than sweat or water to get off. He was playing the little boy that Mr Todd took in. they were on the final act, and his main song 'Nothing's Going to Harm You- Not While I'm Around', was about to start in a few minutes.

He'd become nervous as soon as he realised that teenager, Treize he called himself, was there watching him from the front row. At first he'd been happy to see the guy, but then he started to worry; every time he came onstage he, Foan Fannal, would be the only thing that guy would watch, and when he went off, Treize would just look around uninterested and bored to death.

If Foan was honest, he enjoyed the attention Treize seemed to have for him. Treize made him feel kind of special; Treize wasn't family, or his best friend Mike, he was someone else, someone without a biased point of view about him, yet still liked him. Foan definitely thought highly of the man and wondered if there was a chance for them. Don't be stupid, even if you both wanted it, you know what would happen if Mike found out! He's already noticed the looks and probably suspects something is going on. He'd never let me be with a Fed, especially now… I can't believe he felt like that about me. I mean I know he always was very protective and defensive towards me, but I thought it was because he considered me family, not that! But I can't tell him I'm not interested that way, he already knows that I like guys his shape, colour and build, hell especially his build, I mean the guy has a beautiful… OH MY GOD! I did Not just think of my best friend that way. NO! He's my friend. Who likes you as much as you like him. No he just wants sex. Besides it would be weird when we broke up. You might not break up, you've both been through so much together. Maybe so, but I also like Treize. Maybe you think you like him that way, or maybe you can have them both.

"(ackhmmm) er J sorry to interrupt the film, but I feel a bit uncomfortable listening to such Erm, private thoughts of Heero's." Relena stated shakily. It finally occurred to her why Heero kept pushing her away God it was so obvious, how didn't I see it. Now I know how Noin felt, when she found out my brother was gay. Maybe we should start a theme club'girls who caught the gay fish'.

"Don't worry Miss Relena, things will start up soon. Foan's love life dilemmas will be over soon enough." J told her trying to hide his grin. Finally the girl realises Heero will never want her that way. Took enough bloody hints! Yes well love does that to people. Turning back to the screen everyone watched as a young woman came scurrying towards the boy.

"Foan! Come on, you're scene's about to start" Jessie worriedly called to him. She was quite pretty, in female terms anyway. Long, luscious black hair with bluish streaks going through it, an ample sized bosom, with an awesome butt to match. Dressed like a punk rocker, but had the mannerisms of a stern and loving mother. Such a strange girl Foan thought to himself. Appearances can certainly be deceiving. On the stage he walked.

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He's amazing at this. Such a heavenly voice. Treize sighed peacefully, it was certainly rare to hear someone talented come onto a stage. It's such a shame that the other voices are mediocre, well maybe not. After all if everyone was as good as that kid I'd probably have never noticed him as such a talented performer.

"Wow, 'Ro sure can carry himself on the stage can't he guys?" duo exuberantly stated, pride filling him as he watched the past of someone he considered a close friend (despite general appearances). If he could sing like that then, I wonder how he'd sound now. Hehe Maxwell, looks like we got ourselves a new project. The others nodded, too transfixed to the screen to answer. Quatre personally thought the Heero sounded like a cross between Aled Jones and Josh Groban, but figured that he would have to keep his thoughts to himself. Trowa didn't like it last time he mention those two names, although to be fair Quatre had been going on about who would be the top, since both sounded like girls. After all, Trowa had practically all their music and he'd insulted him (technically) by querying their sexual orientation as a joke. Hmmm, I still haven't made it up to him about that. Maybe I should offer him something. Quatre's lip curled upwards giving quite an evil look on his normally angelic face. Noin saw it, but decided she'd rather not know.

Foan was nearing the end of his solo almost there, then I can leave and get some air. Suddenly the main doors shook. They were always locked once a performance started, to avoid people sneaking in without paying. Foan carried on, deciding it was best not to start a panic when he didn't know what was going on.

The banging and shaking of the door grew louder, people heads turned to see what was going on, no longer interested in the small child that was singing. Soon no one was watching and Foan grew silent, his face grave as the theatre manager rushed towards the doors intending to give those outside a thorough verbal lashing.

Boom! The side and back doors soared open followed by an angry yelling by the main doors. The manager was thrust aside as armed soldiers stormed through, the entrances at the back and at the sides revealing that they were surrounded. People were crying out in fear, huddling in their seats. Some trying to cover their low ranking tattoos, even when they were higher than blacks; others merely cowering in a stunned way, their eyes glassy and mouths drooped open. A familiar figure moved forward, pointing a broken finger toward Foan in an accusing manner.

Tease.

"Hats eh one. Hesh av bavle markx!" (that's the one. He has a black mark!) The bastard drawled.

The soldiers raised their firearms, whilst a Captain moved forward and spoke out, reading from a charter of some sort.

"We the Federation have come to attain those who have avoided and broken the law by not coming to us and admitting themselves to us as the black-marked they are. We have the warrants for the arrest of thirty-three members of this cast and the additional arrest of Mr. Towers for not informing the government of their whereabouts and harbouring fugitives of the law."

Cries of outrage filled the room and people stood in front and around the stage to protect the actors (whom had been herded there by the soldiers around the back), the public were finally sick of being pushed around. This was the last straw! One burly looking man stood right up to one of the soldiers and started to call out…

"You may control what time we have to be back in our houses and how much food or money we have. You may think you can do whatever you want because you have the guns, but who're the ones that make them? We do! And we ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" were his last words as the bullet landed in his gut, before another launched in his head.

"Either move, or be the next to die. These creatures will be taken to custody no matter what" the Captains voice yelled out, reverberating into the halls. Treize had been watching the whole thing horrified when he realised that his young friend was going to be taken in. he knew that they weren't given a trial, just sent to an office were some men decided what they wanted them for. Most were experimented on scientifically, and the majority of others were killed. Treize was certain that Foan wouldn't be in either of those categories, but more likely sold and trained as one of the elicit sex toys to some shady governors. None of these would be good, especially for someone like that boy. I have to do something. I can't let him suffer.

Looking around at their uniforms he could see that these men were his uncles', turning to said man Treize demanded "why are you doing this? Surely the children can be realised, they may become higher ranking or prove of use for the future prospects Uncle. Surely even you yourself noticed the talent that young boy portrayed vocally." That's right Treize, try to make it sound like a strategic move, otherwise there'll be no hope for them.

"Treize my boy, I'm afraid it's not that simple. I can't allow these mongrels to run free so close to inspection and I certainly can't imagine any of them showing any worthwhile position in future. Yes the boy was good at singing, but there are bound to be those who would outshine his voice, who have the right backgrounds to be seen in public. Besides the heads of our establishment are not looking at my failures of captures too fondly at the minute. We were lucky to have found that piece of scum yesterday wondering around. I was going to shoot him straight off, but decided to see if he'd be willingly to co-operate. We found their hidey-hole this morning thanks to him, disgusting it was, underneath the church, had to burn the nun's since they were obviously corrupt. Can you believe they lied about those black's whereabouts in the house of god. They LIED!

But what a treasure mine we received, mainly full of old people and children; yet there were so many. Ah, yes we did well today my boy, I will go up a rank for this I'm sure." Treize started to panic internally, wondering what he could do, externally looking unfazed.

"Uncle I implore you, allow my to chose some for my own…satisfaction" Treize watched his uncle, if I couldn't save them all, I could at least save some. "Uncle, I must insist, after all it will give me something to do during our trips, since the theatre seems to be lacking interesting performances recently" watching as those pitiless eyes shone at the thought of having a new way to control his nephew.

"If that is what you want, make your pick my boy, but no more than seven." He stated wagging a chubby finger at his nephew. "We can't afford an extra plane for your pleasure slaves my boy" his uncle trailed off laughing.

"Alright, well first I want… (Treize pretended to be deciding) him" his finger directly pointing at Foan; receiving a murderous glare in response…

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Well there's the next chappie!! Hope you guys liked it. Remember I like all criticisms, it helps develop my writing skills people so please review. Oh and CreotiaFlayier, yes I like the name I given Heero too! I was trying to remember what the name of a baby horse was (don't worry people I remember now LOL) and knew it started with on FO, and I was saying lots of different endings, when I suddenly came up with Foan. I thought to myself that sounded like a call name to have, and then tried saying random other names in hopes that they would match it and wholla!

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