Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Orphan Stage ❯ Stage Resolved ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing Characters, blah blah blah

Pairings: 1x2, 3+4, 5+?

Warning: angst

Summary: Duo Maxwell is put into a protection program after his father gets out of jail and goes missing. Duo finds himself in a situation where he can finally find his brother that was adopted ten years ago.

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Stage Resolved

"What do you mean?" I finally asked when I could bring myself to start breathing again. "Dead…?" Did he just say I was dead? Did I hear that right? I've been called pretty weird things in my seventeen years, but no one had called me a dead guy before. And why should they? I'm alive! I breath! My heart pumps blood through all my tiny veins!

Quatre just sat there on the floor, tears falling down as he looked up at me. Is that what he thought? Did he think that I had died? Question after question ran through my head and I felt myself falling into a deep pit of confusion.

"They… told me you were dead." He murmured, slowly standing to his feet, trying to wipe away the wet trails running down his face. His hand were shaking a little to hard and he only succeeded in smearing the tears.

"Who?" I asked, feeling a sudden wash of anger start to come over me.

"My… f-family… told me you were… they said you had…"

"I'm not dead!" I yelled angrily. He flinched at my harsh words. But I didn't care, I was to wrapped up in the notion that Quatre had thought I was laying somewhere in a coffin.

"I know…" he inched slowly towards the door. "I need… to think… I cant… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry." Opening the door, he quickly backed up into the hallway. Pained and frightened eyes looked at me for a moment before quickly disappearing, saying one last shaky 'sorry' he ran, leaving me alone with Heero in the cold locker room. My mind was screaming at me to go after him, to make him stay and explain himself. But I couldn't… I had really screwed up!

I didn't collapse, or break down in tears after he left… I just stood there in silence. Heero seemed to realize my need to be left alone and said nothing as I collected myself enough to stand and leave. Its funny, I totally expected to be balling my eyes out. Who wouldn't with this horrible turn of events. I guess it was the unrealistic feeling I got, thinking 'maybe this is just a dream' or 'maybe it never happened'.

I didn't bother to change out of my PE clothes as we left. I wanted to feel the cold rain pouring down on my skin. Wanted to remind myself that this was definitely 'not' a dream and I hoped the coldness would start to numb away the ache in my chest.

Walking slowly next to Heero, it seemed forever before the apartment complex came into view. I didn't even look to check if there was a little green box on the front steps. There could have been twenty for all I cared. Oddly, I was acting surprisingly calm. Maybe it was because I had finally confessed, and no longer had to run from my little brother. Or maybe it was Heero, being there for me. He would help me if I were to break down, heh, it would be pretty funny to see him dealing with a mental cased Duo, now wouldn't it?

Heero must be feeling confused as hell, even more so than me. I know, I owed him an explanation. But if I were to try and get my voice to work now… I might not be able to stop the angry words that were circling around in my head. Words that I would regret saying, things I didn't mean. Yes, I was still angry… at Quatre… at his family.

Why? That is all I wanted to know… why had they told him I was dead? Why did he believe them?! I hurt so much inside, yet I still would not let myself fall so low as to cry. I had already broken down yesterday, and it didn't do me any good. I needed to be stronger, and so I forced those weak feelings away from my mind. The coldness helped. I concentrated on my hands that were quickly numbing, flexing my fingers and feeling the weird sensation it produced. If only I could numb my thoughts, my memories of that day. I wanted to numb away the look of pain I saw in Quatre's eyes, the fear he had on his face when he looked up at me. But they wouldn't go away!

We entered my apartment quietly. Heero took a hold of my arm, slowly leading me over to the couch. Gentle arms pushed me down onto the soft cushions, forcing me to sit. Not that I could protest, my legs feeling completely useless now. My clothes were soaked and my body frozen, but I wasn't in the mood to care.

Heero left, walking into my bedroom and returning with my blanket. He set the comforter next to me while proceeding to take off my wet shirt. Its funny how things can get switch around so fast. Just an hour ago it had been me taking care of Heero, making him change into dry clothes after he had been standing in the rain. And now, here he was, returning the favor.

As my shirt came off, I finally felt the pain of coldness that was prickling over my body. If I were to look into a mirror, I'm sure I would have looked blue lipped and pale. My body was raking in shivers as Heero pulled the blanket tightly around me. He still had his wet clothes on and I wanted to yell at him to go change. I guess I was shivering too bad because the only sound that came out was a soft hum of chattered teeth.

My eyes slit shut and my muscles tightened up in attempt to get warm. It felt like I would never stop shaking… that is, until I felt Heero wrap his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. He didn't say anything as I laid the side of my head on his now bare shoulder, only tightened his grip. Hmm? When had he taken off his shirt? Oh well… this was nice.

They say that it is bad for someone to be cold when in shock… was I in shock? I couldn't really tell. But I was cold, and I felt sick… but when I snuggled into Heero's arms… I felt the comfort that he had shown me yesterday, when he had held me while I was crying. His arms were wrapped tightly around my one shoulder and I was hoisted up onto his lap. It made me think of Sister Helen, and how she would hold me when I was younger. I knew Heero was only doing it to get me warm, but I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness.

I would have blushed if I had enough heat in me to produce any amount of color. Here we were, both sitting half naked cuddled on my living room sofa. Somehow, I felt a whole lot better.

"What would I ever do without you Heero?" I whispered into his shoulder. He didn't respond, just rubbed his hand over my blanket covered back in small circles. That felt really good and I found myself drifting slightly to sleep. I didn't fall all the way into slumber, just sort of to the in-between state. I think we stayed like that for hours, Heero just holding me as I dozed slightly on and off. I bet his legs were cramped and killing him, but he didn't fidget once in uncomfortable ness.

My shivering had stopped a long time ago, and now I was completely dry and feeling the warmth coming off of Heero's body, pressed tightly against mine. I wanted to stay like that forever, but like all good things, it had to end.

"My life would be a lot similar if I hadn't come to this town." I mumbled to myself, but soon regretted it as I felt Heero tense up beside me. Sitting up, he made an attempt to pull away from me, but I was quick to wrap my arms around him, pinning him in place. "No! I didn't mean it like that!" I looked at him, violet eyes showing my seriousness. "I didn't mean it like that. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here!" I said quickly, trying to get my message across. "I just meant… that its been really hard… everything lately."

His eyes softened and he relaxed under my hold, accepting what I had said. I really needed to talk to Heero about my mumbled conversations! "Listen Heero…" My arms let him loose and I pointed a finger at his chest in mock anger, pushing him slightly into the back of the sofa. "You need to not take everything I say so seriously!" He snorted and looked away while crossing his muscled arms like he was angry, but I could tell he understood what I was saying.

Just then a weird noise interrupted the silence of the room. My eyes popped open as my stomach growled loudly. "Ehehehe…"

"Hungry?" He asked while pushing me off of him. I ended up falling to the floor, butt first, making Heero chuckle slightly.

"Thanks a lot!" I yelled, blowing at my bangs to get them out of my eyes.

"Ne, Heero?" I called as I walked over to my bedroom, intending on getting us some warmer clothes. "You making me something to eat?" My drawers were almost empty, most the stuff dirty, but I found us some clothes that would be suitable. Walking out of the room, I tossed Heero a long sleeve black shirt and some baggy shorts that would go a little past his knees. He growled at them but walked to the bathroom to put them on anyway.

My mouth stretched into a grin as I saw that the shirt was a little too tight on his muscular frame. Not that it looked bad, no, it looked really, really good… nice and tight. Gya… got to stop my perverted thoughts!

"What do you want to eat." He asked. I could see something like annoyance on his face as he went to look into my food cupboard. Heh… must have been bugging him that I kept staring at him. I couldn't help it, he was to hot to not look at!

"Anything's fine." Something on the counter caught my eye as I said this, it was the note from Kemp that I forgotten to read. Gah… hope it wasn't important. I picked it up to read his nice little handwriting and groaned after finishing it. Heero stopped his search for food and look in my direction.

"What?" He didn't wait for an answer and grabbed the note from my hand. "Hmm." Was all he said before resuming his task of cooking.

"Not, 'Hmm'… more like 'damn stupid police stations'!" I yelled angrily ripping up the note.

"They only want you to go down there, what's the worse that could happen?" He held out a can of chicken noodle soup and I nodded my head giving him a go ahead to make it.

"They'll tell me something I really don't want to know." My head fell to my hands as I groaned. "Like something about Hall… my luck they'll say 'oh Duo! you have to move, we think Hall is on your trail!' Or something like that."

Heero paused the can opener slightly looking over to me with wide eyes. "You'll have to leave?" He asked, surprise written on his face.

"Didn't I tell you? That's what I have to do… leave. If someone finds out, or if they think I am in danger here." Heero seemed to contemplate this before looking at me with sad eyes.

"Your not going to tell them I know about it are you?"

Eh? Why was Heero acting so weird?

"No… I don't want to leave, I like it here." I said, hands rubbing nervously together as I watched the weird emotions play on his face.

"Good…" He started the can opener again and added. "I don't want you to leave either."

I could feel my eyes widening as Heero said that. Did he… just say that he didn't want me to leave… does that mean he actually likes me? Well of course he does, otherwise he wouldn't have told me his whole life history. But actually hearing it from his own mouth made me want to jump up and embrace him with happiness. I settled for a big grin instead.

Heero turned in my direction and nearly dropped the can at seeing my huge smile. "What?" He grumbled before ducking down to find a pan. I think he was trying to hide the blush that was on his cheeks when he popped back up, metal pan in hand.

Aww… Heero was a little embarrassed! I decided to play with him for a little while. "You'd miss me if I left?" I asked, batting my eyelashes like I had seen Relena do when trying to look innocent and… uh, sweet? He just snorted, ignoring my question.

I walked over to the living room, chuckling at Heero's embarrassment, and grabbed the TV remote. "Heero… Kemp says I should go tomorrow." I said while flipping on the television.

"And?" I could hear him looking through the cupboard again and cursing as a loud clank sound was heard. Heh… he must have dropped something, who knew, even Heero can make mistakes. Maybe he was actually a klutz like Quatre. Ugh… I really didn't need to think about him right now. I'd only get depressed again.

"Will you come with me?" I whispered. I didn't think he heard me at first because of the long pause.

"Aa… come and get your food." I smiled inside as I walked over towards the table. Heero was loading our plates with soup and crackers and my mouth watered as I took in the smell.

We ate in pretty much silence, I was too busy shoving the soup in my mouth to speak. But as I was finishing up the last of my second bowl, Heero asked the question that I had been dreading since we got home.

"Are you going to tell me about Quatre?" He wouldn't look at me while saying this. His dark blue eyes seemed to trace the tables wood streaks in nervousness. Heero always had a hard time asking me questions… like he was afraid he would be rejected and not receive an answer. Or maybe it was that he was afraid I'd lie to him. That brought me back to the memory of the day when I had fallen asleep in the tree. Heero had said something about 'seeing if I was lying to him.' I wonder why he would worry about something like that… or maybe I'm just reading 'way' too much into this.

Sighing, I put down my spoon and leaned back into my chair. Heero deserved an answer, he had been dragged into my situation this far and it was only right that I should be truthful with him. I took a deep breath before speaking, "Quatre… his real name is Dill. He was adopted about ten years ago, I haven't seen him since. I… told you before that I was put into the orphanage when I was seven. Dill… Quatre, my little brother, was five at the time. I hadn't thought he would remember me… after all these years. That's kinda why I was running away, I guess."

"Your little brother." He looked at me and nodded his head slightly as if coming to a conclusion about something. "I see… you do look alike."

I couldn't help myself… My hands came to clutch the side of my stomach as I tried to contain the laughter that was spilling out. Heero… had just said we looked alike! Hah!

From across the table Heero glared at me in annoyance. "So-sorry… its just that you're the only person to ever think we look alike." I said. I took a deep breath to calm down and patted my stomach a couple times to show I was full. "Thanks for the food! You make a good house wife."

"Baka." He snorted. I stared at him in confusion… baka? What's that?

"What's Taka?" I asked, scratching my head as I tried to think of what it could mean. It sounded a little different when I said it, but it was probably because it was a different language.

I looked over to see a smirk on his face. "Taka is Bangladesh currency." He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You called me money?"

"No."

"Then what'd you call me?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Heero! Your avoiding the question!"

"Question?"

"Gah! Fine I give up!" I threw my hands up in the air with a loud sigh and crossed my arms in attempt to look mad. It didn't work though, since I couldn't successfully get the goofy grin off of my face. Heero was actually joking around with me… that was a big improvement on his part and I couldn't help but feel thrilled at his change in behavior. He was actually starting to open up to me a little… or a lot.

After dinner, I volunteered to clean the dishes, since Heero had done the cooking… Ok, so I was actually forced by Heero's death glare to clean the stupid plastic plates, but I still cleaned them! Good enough, ne?

After I was all finished, we sat down on the couch and watched some more old movies. It was getting late and I was hoping that Heero would spend the night… but sadly, he told me he had to go home. He wouldn't tell me why, he just said he had something important he needed to take care of.

Heh… I found out the next day that he actually went home to hack into the school's computer and change our absences for fifth and sixth hour. So kind of him… and he still didn't get caught! Pretty soon our teachers were going to wonder why we weren't getting in trouble… wait what am I talking about? There is no way I am going to miss any more classes! Nope!

Well, even that said… I ended up being twenty minutes late for my first hour class the next day. The teacher was forced to mark me absent. Lucky me, my alarm clock forgot to set itself… heh.

The first thing I noticed when walking into the room was the gray mood surrounding Trowa. He looked like he had a really bad night last night or something. That gave me an idea! I walked up to him and looked seriously at him like he had when confronting me yesterday about my non talkativeness.

"Trowa?" He looked up at me, as if surprised I was right next to him… yup definitely something wrong with him.

He just mumbled. "Hey, Duo."

"You look a little out of it today." I said, trying my best to impersonate his voice as he told me that same thing yesterday morning. He looked up at me wide eyed for a second before a smirk fell across his lips.

"Aa." Heh… I forgot about the whole 'I never answered him' thing. Oh well, at least I got him to smile a little. Mission complete.

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By lunch time I could see that Trowa had become worse, he hadn't even taken one bite of his sandwich, it just stood mid air in front of his mouth. Hilde seemed to notice as well, she was tilting her head and making funny faces trying to get him to snap out of his little daze. Well, it only succeeded in getting 'my' attention and made me chuckle at her. Hilde just glared at me, guess she wasn't over the whole 'I will help Relena kick your butt' incident.

"Trotro? What's wrong with you?!" Hilde yelled loudly to break Trowa out of his gloomy state. He just grunted slightly and took the first bite out of his meal.

"He couldn't get a hold of Quatre yesterday and all of today." Wufei said for him.

"He wouldn't take my calls!" Trowa shouted, his eyes went wide and he looked to the side, embarrassed from his outburst.

Aa… great. Quatre must be really shocked by all of this. I wish I knew where he was… so that I could talk to him. Find out what was going on with him, and who told him I was… dead. Gah! That so pisses me off! I can not believe that for ten frikin years he had thought of me in a coffin six under!

I could feel a pain from the palm of my hands and realized I was squeezing my fists so hard that my nails were breaking skin. How did I ever get so messed up? That's right… it all started when I came to this city, yet… like I told Heero before, I don't regret it at all. Kinda pathetic isn't it, me actually liking the place that had turned my life into a never ending circle of negative emotions. Right now I was feeling the depression emotion, but was trying my best not to show it. I think Heero would get a little worried and I needed to deal with this on my own. It was time that I started to use some of that strength Heero talked about. Now if only I could find where it was hiding.

"Quatre!" I looked up to see Trowa jumping out of his seat and embracing a nervously smiling Quatre. "Are you alright? Did something happen?" Trowa asked, looking worriedly at the small blond.

"Aa… everything's fine." He turned his eyes on me quickly and nicely pushed his way out of Trowa's embrace. "Duo… can we… talk?" He seemed 'really' nervous as he asked me this. It made me feel a little better, knowing that he was feeling just as awkward as I was. Of course we could talk! I had been waiting all day for that! Ok… so I was actually dreading it all day, but I needed to work myself up somehow.

Trowa's eyes widened and he looked confusedly between me and Quatre. I shot a glance to Heero, silently pleading him as Trowa opened his mouth to say something. Jumping up from my seat I grabbed the startled Quatre's arms, leading him away from the table. Heero would take care of Trowa for me… wonder what kind of excuse he could come up with. Heh, aren't I just the greatest friend for leaving Heero in a situation like that?

As I dragged Quatre out of the cafeteria and into one of the empty classrooms, I started to feel a little self-conscious. Here he was, standing before me and I probably looked like a big freak to him. My hair was long and in a messy braid, clothes old and worn… ugh, not a good impression to make on my little brother.

As for him… he looked perfect, in his white blouse shirt that fit nicely. His hair, just the right length falling slightly over his ears. Yup, I was feeling 'really' self-conscious!

"I asked my parents yesterday…" His blue eyes traced the ground at our feet uncomfortably as he spoke. "I asked them if I could go visit my brothers g-grave." I felt my breath stop for a moment before he continued. "Do you know what they said?" He laughed lightly, as if finding something funny in his thoughts. But it wasn't a nice laugh, it was the kind of laugh you give when everything had gone wrong so you find the situation almost amusing.

"They said that you… that you were cremated and weren't buried!" His fists were clenched tightly and he looked up to me with watery eyes. "They lied to me… oh gods, Duo… I thought… I cant believe it. I'm still having a hard time believing it…"

I gave him a weak smile trying to give him any possible comfort. "Quatre…"

"But here you are! Standing right in front of me… and I… I went crazy after they told me… they told me you had died of pneumonia! And I believed them! I believed them… oh god, I'm so sorry!" He mumbled the last part softly, eyes looking off to the side as if ashamed.

"Why? Why would they do that?" I asked shakily, feeling the anger towards his family return full blast. I had a hard time hiding it from him, I didn't want him to think that he was the one I was mad at.

He looked up, as if trying to hold in the tears that hadn't yet fallen. "I… one time, asked them if I could go and visit you. They said no, and made it clear that I would not be able to go back. But I kept asking… At first… it was simple reasons, like… we wouldn't be able to get a plane ticket, or… they said the children of the church went on vacation… those were all lies… lies." He took a deep shaky breath, "Then… one day… when I asked once again to go v-visit… they s-said you had died!" His pale cheeks were now wet with the tears let loose, no longer able to hold them in. I was having a hard time also, after hearing what he had gone through. My heart was aching for him and I just wanted to pull him into a big hug, but… I was still a little afraid.

If someone had told me Quatre had died… I don't know what I would have done. To think, he had to suffer through the thought of me being dead… he thought… god, how horrible. I walked up to Quatre, giving up my little fears inside and threw my arms around him, tightly holding the sobbing boy.

"It's alright. I'm fine, everything is fine." My soothing voice seemed to calm him down and he wrapped his arms around me in return, hands clinging to my shirt as if afraid I would disappear.

"I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry. I should have… I…"

"I've missed you." I whispered softly, interrupting his little rant and bringing his face up to look at mine. He beamed, the first bright smile directed towards me in ten years.

"Duo. What… what are you doing here?" He asked pulling away and looking at me with his wide eyes. "Did you get adopted?"

I used to wish I had been… but right now I could care less. I grinned widely at him while thinking of how I should explain. Ugh… there was nothing to tell, nothing I could say. I just hope he wouldn't get mad at me. "I… I cant really tell you right now…" His big eyes looked at me, confusion filling them. "But Quatre…" My voice now held a serious tone to it, making Quatre bite his bottom lip in nervousness at my short pause. "You cant tell anyone… anyone that you're my little brother. No one can know we are related."

"Why? Duo what's going on?" I guess I should have said that differently, he looked a little frightened now.

"I'm sorry… I wish I could tell you. Please, just don't worry about it alright?" I patted his head softly and forced a smile upon my face. He looked so lost, concerned and maybe scared at what I wasn't telling him. That was the best I could do though, I didn't want to lie to him and tell him I was adopted, it wouldn't be fair. He had been lied to enough as it was. "So lil bro… You wanna tell me about you and Trowa?" I smirked, trying to change the subject and get his mind far from my problems.

He turned bright red, making me chuckle as I rubbed my hand through his hair. I felt full of energy for some reason, the tiredness I was feeling today had disappeared. Probably because of my excitement and happiness of finally being with Quatre. Excitement is a wonderful substitute for caffeine, ne?

He hadn't forgotten me. Quatre had remembered me. If I ever saw the people that adopted him though, I would really give them a piece of my mind. Maybe a black eye or two also. Heh… that would get me in jail for sure. Well, I always have Kemp to bail me out if the need arises. He would be pissed off as hell though… hmmm, a pissed off Kemp, that just might be worth seeing!

We walked back into the cafeteria, Quatre's eyes still a little red but it wasn't that noticeable unless you were 'really' looking. That's what made me worry though, Trowa would definitely be looking. And what do you think he would do to me if he found out I made his boyfriend cry? Eek… I don't even want to think about it. Like Heero had told me, Trowa gets jealous… and he's probably already pissed off at me for walking off with Quatre.

Yup, definitely pissed. As we came to the table, Trowa jumped up immediately checking if Quatre was alright. I felt happy knowing that my little brother had someone looking out for him, but as Trowa glared at me, I felt a little annoyed. Ugh, I would never be able to talk to Quatre again!

Heero was looking worriedly at me from his spot at the table making me feel a little warm inside. He was really not cold at all, well to me at least. I haven't seen him smile at anyone but me, or even talk as much to anyone but me. I smiled at him and nodded, silently confirming that everything was now ok. As I turned my head away, I could hear a soft sigh escape his lips. Heh, probably in relief. Who knew Heero was such a worrier!

I really wanted to finish my lunch, I've never been so hungry before coming to this city! Well, I would have liked to have eaten, but I just 'had' to glance up from my food for a second. Across the table green eyes flared angrily at me. 'Gulp'… Trowa looked ready to kill. I've never seen him so mad! And all because Quatre just happened to be staring at me! He was smiling merrily while looking at me with his bright eyes. Trowa was obviously getting the wrong impression… ugh! And guess who else joined in Trowa's fun o glares? Heero, at seeing Trowa looking at me angrily, started glaring at the banged boy!

An evil triangle of staring!

My fork dropped and I looked up to the ceiling with a loud sigh. There was no way I could eat when someone was watching me 'that' closely! I turned my eyes to Trowa, looking at him in annoyance. "What?" He seemed startled for a second as I asked this, before looking onto the table with gloomy eyes.

Quatre seemed to finally realize his boyfriends distress and pulled him up from the table, mouthing the words 'I'll take care of him' to me before walking off with a confused Trowa.

"What is GOING ON?" Wufei asked loudly after they were a good distance away. His hands were clutching his chopsticks tightly as he looked at me angrily. Jeez! How many more people want to be mad at me today?

"Eh? What do you mean?" I asked him, hoping he was talking about something else. Well, I knew what he was talking about, I just wanted to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. Then Maybe it would go away from his curious little mind.

"Maxwell… you know what I mean." I mentally groaned. Now what? I couldn't lie to him, I sucked at it!

"Duo met Quatre a year ago, they were just… catching up." My startled gaze fell on Heero who was sitting there giving Wufei a look that just dared him to question what he had just said.

Obviously, Heero didn't have a problem lying.

Wufei gave Heero a puzzled look, confused as to how 'he' had known. "And just where did they meet?"

"At a funeral. That's why Quatre's eyes were red, he was probably remembering." I gapped at Heero as he said this. Damn, he was good!

"They met at a funeral!?" Wufei yelled, a little shocked I guess. Yeah, it sounded weird to me too, and I was supposedly 'at' this funeral. How the hell do you meet people at funerals? Its not meant to be a social gathering… gah! Why am I even trying to figure that out! I really need to stop over analyzing things!

"Yeah, they met when they both went up to look into the casket." Heero said with a straight face. Not that he wouldn't have a serious expression on, but it was still pretty shocking that he could lie so well.

I chuckled just as Wufei yelled, "NANI?! That's crazy!"

"Rani? What's rani?" I asked, once again confused about the weird language Wufei had sputtered.

Heero smirked. "Raja's wives are called Rani's."

"Eh? Did Wufei call me his wife?" And what the hell is a Raja?

"MAXWELL! What the hell are you talking about!?" Wufei's face went beat red.

Whoops, I must have pronounced it wrong.

TBC.

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Yatta! I got that chapter up on schedule! It's was a long one, ne? Hope you liked, please tell me what you thought!

oh and a Raja's some sort of Indian prince… heh, I had a little too much fun with the dictionary for this chapter.