Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Rediscovery ❯ Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sitting on the couch in the late evening, Quatre and Trowa were curled on the couch with Wufei and Duo leaning comfortably against them.

"Trowa? Do you think that Heero will regain his full memory? I mean, I know he's remembered most things about the war, but I don't think he's remembered what happened on his last mission. He hasn't made any indication of what he went through."

Stroking Duo's hair, Trowa sighed.

"Give him time Duo. He's basically reliving stuff that went on in the war. He most likely came to accept what it was he had to do and the consequences for those actions. To loose those memories and then regain them, he has to come to terms with them all over again. You and Wufei saw what happened after he regained some memory of his training and the war. All we can do is make sure that he knows that we understand and care about him."

"He's right." Quatre spoke up." He's going to need us and right now I think he's more vulnerable then he's ever been. Plus, when he remembers what happened on his last mission, he's going to need to know for a fact that we are here for him."

Wufei reached up, wrapping an arm around Quatre's neck and brought his face down so that he could kiss the blond man on the lips.

"Don't worry. We'll help him, and I believe that he trusts us and will be more open with us now. He knows we're here for him. We have all made a point to let him know that he's not alone and that he can rely on us.

Moaning, Quatre opened his mouth, giving Wufei complete access to his moist cavern. The passion increasing, the tongues rubbed against each others, Quatre's hands wandering over the well toned body beside him.

The two on the other side of the couch watched the open display of affection, smiling slightly when Wufei gasped. Quatre becoming more bold had reached down to gently grasp Wufei's stiffening member. "Aww, Trooowaaa. How come they get to have all the fun?"

Trowa looked down at the sulking figure curled against him.

"Well we could always change that."

And with that said, Trowa captured Duo's eager lips within his own.

"Mmph...Um Trowa, do you think we should all head to bed before things get a little out of hand here in the living room?"

Trowa kissed Duo again before answering. "You're probably right."

Getting up, Trowa and Duo managed to get Quatre and Wufei off of the couch, and they made their way slowly down the hall and into their room, still kissing and exploring each others bodies.

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He was running. It was pitch black and he couldn't see what was around him. But he didn't care! All he knew was that he had to get away. He was being chased, but he didn't know why. What had he done? Suddenly someone grabbed him and he was tossed to the hard, unforgiving ground. Rough hands pinned him to the ground, the cold seeping into his body as harsh voices sounded from above him. He struggled, but he wasn't able to move. Hands tore at his clothing, hurting him in the process. They then began to beat and rape him, oblivious to the cries of pain coming from the boy on the ground. Their hands roaming, squeezing, pinching. Fingers pushing into him unprepared, causing Heero to scream out in pain. Each man using him until he could move no more.

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Untangling himself from the warm bodies beside him, Trowa silently made his way down the hallway, heading to the kitchen. Once he got a glass of water he started back to his room, however he stopped when a small sound was heard. Standing still, he tried to find where the sound was coming from. It came again and this time Trowa could tell that it was a stream of continuous pain filled moans and they were coming from Heero's room.

Entering the room Trowa went over to Heero, who was thrashing around on his bed, obviously caught up in a nightmare. Lightly placing a hand on Heero's shoulder, Trowa spoke softly.

"Heero, wake up."

Heero started awake when he felt someone touch him. Disoriented Heero frantically looked around, not remembering where he was.

"Relax Heero …You're safe."

Heero relaxed slightly when he recognized Trowa's voice.

"Trowa?"

Sitting down on the bed, Trowa brushed sweat-damped hair away from Heero's face.

"Yeah Heero. It's me."

"What are you doing?"

"You were having a nightmare, I came to wake you up."

Heero shuddered slightly, remembering the cold hands on him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome...Heero, you do realize that it would help if you talked about it."

Heero remained silent; contemplating the offer Trowa gave him.

Should I say something? What if it wasn't really a memory...

Heero stopped that train of thought. If he thought like that then he would just be denying what had happened. That had happened, and Trowa was right, he needed to talk about it.

Trowa had sat beside Heero, knowing that he needed time to think before he answered him.

"The last mission...I ...I wasn't just beaten. Like they said."

Trowa remained silent he knew what had happened. Sally Po had told them when she finished Heero's physical examination, after finding Heero.

"After I got caught... They... I..."

Heero just started trembling, he couldn't say anything as memories flashed though his mind.

"I ...I couldn't...”

"Shh, Heero, I know."

Startled, Heero looked into Trowa's eyes.

"You do?"

"Yes. When we found you, Sally Po did your physical examination. She told us that you had been raped as well as beaten."

"You knew, and you still helped me?"

Trowa shifted so that he could take Heero into his arms.

"Heero what happened wasn't your fault. We still care for you and that's never going to change."

Heero curled closer to Trowa as he drifted off to sleep. He couldn't help but feel tainted, ruined, and undeserving of his friends care. Trowa stayed with Heero until he was sure that he was resting peacefully. Then moving carefully so that he wouldn't wake Heero, Trowa left the room. Trowa made his way back to his room, getting back into bed beside Quatre. Stirring, Quatre looked sleepily at his lover. "How is he?"

Turning so that he was facing Quatre, Trowa sighed.

"He's doing okay. He's finally remembered what happened to him while he was on his last mission. When I went to see, he was having a nightmare. I managed to get him to calm down and got him talking." Looking deeply into Quatre's eyes, Trowa struggled to continue. "Quatre, he now feels worthless, he asked me why we help him. Especially since we know what happened. He still doubts our friendship. How are we supposed to help him?"

Quatre drew Trowa into his arms, so that they were lying spooned together.

"We'll figure it out. Rest. We'll tell the others about this in the morning."