Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Bleeding On the Inside ❯ Hey Jupiter ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this story.

Warnings: Angst, rape, yaoi, and 3x4/1x2 content.

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HEY JUPITER

No one's picking up the phone guess it's me and

me and this little masochist is ready to confess all

the things that I never thought that she could feel

and hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are you

gay are you blue thought we both could use a friend

to run to and I thought you'd see with me you

wouldn't have to be something new sometimes I

breathe you in and I know you know and sometimes

you take a swim found your writing on my wall if my

hearts soaking wet Boy your boots can leave a

mess hey Jupiter nothings been the same so are

you gay are you blue thought we both could use a

friend to run to and I thought I wouldn't have to keep

with you hiding thought I knew myself so well all the

dolls I had took my leather off the shelf your

apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose

between the shower or the bath and I thought I

wouldn't have to be with you a magazine no one's

picking up the phone guess it's clear he's gone and

this little masochist is lifting up her dress guess I

thought I could never feel the things I feel

hey Jupiter

Tori Amos

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Bleeding On the Inside - Chapter 11 - Hey Jupiter



Trowa stared at the closed door, willing it to open. The detective had already been in and out of that room several times now but when Trowa had cornered him he had refused to let Trowa go in and see Quatre. In Trowa's opinion the statement was taking far too long, seeing as it was already night outside and according to Duo and Heero, Quatre had not eaten since early that morning.

'What's taking so long?' he wondered. 'It should be finished by now. I can feel something's wrong. Quatre, Quatre I hear you crying again. What's wrong? Oh God please.'

"Trowa?"

The brunette looked up to find a worried looking Wufei staring down at him. Trowa gave him a small smile but that quickly vanished once he saw the purplish bruise on the boy's left cheek.

"Wufei…I can't apologize enough for what I've done-"

"Don't worry about it," the boy said. "I'm just glad you came back."

"Yes." Trowa murmured, looking down at the tightly clenched hands in his lap. "Although I'm wondering if it did any good."

"How can you say that?" Duo piped up, coming to stand near the two other boys, fire flashing in his eyes. "You saw the look on Quatre's face when you two hugged. Of course it did him good!"

Trowa sighed and shook his head sadly.

"Maybe now, but after the shock wears off it will be different. He might not want me around and I wouldn't blame him for it. I know how these things go."

"About that," Duo said, hesitantly. "Did you mean that…I mean, have you…do you want to talk about…it?"

Trowa shook his head, a sad smile on his face.

"It's all past and done, I can't change it. Right now we should be concentrating on making Quatre feel better," he said.

"Oh," Duo replied, looking away.

Trowa observed him for a few moments before reaching out a hand to clasp the cold, slender fingers.

"But I promise to tell all of you…one day."

Duo smiled back and nodded, squeezing Trowa's hand for a moment before letting go and returning to Heero's side. Wufei glanced at the still closed door and scowled, looking around the small office irritably.

"What is taking so long? They can't still be talking," he grumbled.

"I don't know," was Trowa's soft reply. "I just don't know."

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Quatre heard the door open and close again and he sighed before leaving the cocoon of Trowa's sweater, forcing himself to look once more into the eyes of a man who thought he was a lunatic. He shivered as that steely gaze floated over him once more, leaving more naked then if he was stripped to the bone.

"Mr. Winner, I have called off the investigation. It's all right; nobody is going to punish you. We all feel stress and depression at some time in our lives. I have here the name of a very good psychiatrist. She works with children and teenagers like yourself. Here's her card."

The man reached over and handed a small, white business card to the trembling boy. Quatre looked at the neat, gold lettering and felt like ripping the thing to shreds and throwing it at the man.

'I AM NOT CRAZY!!!' he screamed inside his head, while another part of him snickered obscenely.

/Now you know why father never loved you. It must have been very hard on him, having a mad man for a son./

'SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP'

/You can scream all you like. It won't change the facts. Don't worry, Trowa will visit you on the funny farm./

'…Trowa. Oh God.'

"Mr. Winner are you listening to me?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Your friends are waiting outside to take you home. I suggest you get a good night's rest and call the number on the back of that card in the morning."

"Yes sir."

/Time to face the music. I wonder, will Trowa hate you or pity you? Maybe he'll fear you. In any you're not fit to be a gundam pilot anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if Heero gave you a nice, quick death once he found out./

'Maybe…that's what I want. Just to be silent forever.'

"Mr. Winner, are you ready to come outside or do you wish you stay here for a few minutes?"

Quatre's blue eyes were dull as he stared back at the man.

"No," he said softly, "It's way past time to go."

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Trowa started as the door he was watching so anxiously swung open and the detective emerged once more, this time with a pale and blank looking Quatre following behind.

"Quatre!"

Trowa leaped out of his chair and ran to the boy, watching the way his shoulders drooped as he tried to hide in his sweater. There was something very wrong here.

"Quatre?" Trowa grasped the pale hands and brought them to his chest, looking into the boy's dead eyes. Trowa frowned. "What did you do to him?"

"Mr. Winner has had a tiring day," the detective said condescendingly. "You should take him home and make sure he gets some rest. I have given him a card with the phone number of a very good clinic. If you call you can set up a free depression screening for him right away."

"Quatre is not depressed," Duo growled dangerously, his eyes narrowing when he saw how Quatre flinched at the words.

"Yes well…it was just a suggestion," the man said. "Do whatever you feel is best."

"Well will," Duo replied, more then a hint of dismissal in his voice.

"Then I leave him to you," the detective said, turning to walk away.

"Wait!" Heero called. "What about the investigation? When will they make the arrest?"

The man paused and glanced at the blond boy who turned his eyes away and buried his head in Trowa's arms.

"That information is confidential, I'm afraid. If Quatre wants to discuss the case with you, that's fine. But he is of legal age and therefore protected under our privacy oath."

Heero looked like he wanted to say something more but Trowa cut in before he could voice the words.

"That's fine. We'll be going now. Come on, Quatre. Let's get you home."

Quatre held on tightly to Trowa's hand, feeling guilty for letting Trowa be so protective of him when he was little more then a lying crazy person. But the warmth of his touch was so safe, so nice…he just couldn't give that up. Not yet.

'Just one more moment, let me be sheltered by his love. I need something to keep with me after...after...'

"Quatre?"

The blond Arabian blinked his eyes, startled. They were home. How could they have driven there so quickly? Quatre couldn't even remember getting in the car.

'Oh God am I losing it again? Got to keep a hold of myself just a little longer.'

"Quatre, come on inside," Trowa urged, tugging gently at the boy's hand.

Quatre complied silently, getting out of the car and clinging to Trowa's side as they walked up the driveway. Duo ran ahead to open the door while Wufei and Heero followed behind, as if they were bodyguards, protecting precious cargo.

Once inside, things seemed to happen quickly. Quatre was eased onto the couch with a thick blanket tucked around his small body and a warm mug of chicken soup was thrust into his hands. Quatre sipped at the soup, needing the warmth it offered. Plus it gave him an excuse not to look into Trowa's worried eyes. The other pilots gathered around and waited patiently until Quatre finished the entire bowl of soup. Quatre fingered the spoon regretfully, waiting for the inquisition to begin. He did not have to wait long.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?"

Quatre heard the hidden reassurance in Trowa's voice. He would not force him to tell, but Quatre knew that guilt would kill him if he did not reveal his horrible secret. He nodded, slowly.

"I…was out with the Maguanacs. I ran away from them. I just wanted some time to myself for once."

Trowa nodded, recalling how Quatre rarely had a private moment to himself. It was understandable that the boy should want to get away. But oh, the consequences of that action.

"I went into this store. Cadmy's Clothing Store. It was empty except for...except...there was this clerk. I should have known something was wrong!! I should have known! I was so stupid."

"No you're not," Duo whispered. "No you're not."

"Shh." Trowa soothed, slipping an arm around Quatre's shoulders. "Go on now. It's all right."

Quatre hiccupped and moved closer to Trowa's body, cherishing the last contact he would have with the man he loved.

"He...I was changing and he burst in on me once and I tried to ignore it. But afterwards, the second time."

Tears slipped down Quatre's cheeks as he whispered, "…the second time…he hurt me."

Trowa's hold tightened and he began to rock the boy back in forth like a small child.

"There now, it's all right. You're safe now. It's all right," he murmured.

But Quatre pushed away, forcing himself to look into those piercing emerald eyes.

"It's not all right," he said. "It's not all right. Because I'm crazy. It never happened."

"What?" A frown appeared on Duo's face as the boy tried to puzzle out what Quatre was saying. "What are you saying? Of course it happened! I saw you! You were bleeding!"

Quatre shook his head furiously. "No, no, I must have done that to myself. You see...there were video cameras in the change rooms. The police saw the tapes. Nothing showed up. It never happened."

Trowa's eyes widened with shock and his hands fell numbly to his sides.

"Quatre?"

"I'm sorry!" the boy sobbed, hugging himself miserably. "I didn't mean to cause trouble! I know I'm a liability now. I'll leave right away. I don't mind if you never want to see me again. I'm so sorry Trowa."

"But...Quatre I know you're not crazy. Maybe the camera in your stall wasn't switched on or something?" Duo suggested.

Quatre shook his head. "No, they said that the stall I was in was under video surveillance. They looked at all the tapes. Nothing showed up."

Heero stepped forward, a frown on his face.

"Quatre, the police told you that those change rooms had video surveillance?" he asked.

"Y-yes."

Heero's frown grew deeper.

"But I already checked the layout and security system of the store. My research shows that there were no video cameras inside the change rooms. At the front door, yes, but not in the change rooms. It's illegal to have surveillance tapes in places where people are changing in this country."

"Really?"

"I'll check again," Heero said, fetching his laptop, "but I'm fairly certain that there were no surveillance tapes in those change rooms. Here, give me a minute."

The Japanese boy's fingers flew over the keyboard as he retraced his steps, hacking into the store's files and the layout of Cadmy's security system. After a few minutes he turned the screen towards Quatre.

"See?" he said. "There were no video cameras in the change rooms. None at all."

Quatre's face drained of all colour. Shock painted his features and his hands trembled as he reached them out to touch the laptop screen.

"But…that means that."

"They lied," Duo said, a dark scowl on his face. Heero nodded, his own mouth twisted into a look of pure fury.

"But why?" Quatre whispered, his confused mind not willing to grasp this concept. "Why would they lie?"

"I don't know," Trowa said, his words clipped and cold. "But I'm going to find out."