Title: Captured by Feelings
Author: Sana
Email: smj@neobee.net
Warning: yaoi, angst, AU, OOC, maybe lemon later on
Pairing: 1x2
Disclamer: Gundam Wing isn't mine... *sigh*


The last decade of life on Earth has been very difficult. The already big differences between people of different social classes became even bigger. Rich people were making more and more money, and the poor were becoming even poorer because of the high taxes and the fact that everything was abnormally expensive. Soon there were families rich enough to buy off half of the world and those who could barely afford to have on meal a day.

One of the rich families in America was the Maxwell family. They weren't the richest or the most powerful family, but they had just enough influence that the law didn't apply to them.

The Maxwell family had only one child - a son named Duo. While giving birth to Duo, his mother Hellen Maxwell had some serious complications and the doctors told her that she could die if she had another child. That was a reason more for the them to dedicate all their love and attention to their son.

Duo could have anything he wanted or could think of, but unlike other rich kids he wasn't spoiled. He was very intelligent and much more mature than other kids of his age. Although he didn't seem that way, because he was smiling and making stupid jokes all the time, so he could fit in with the other not-so-smart rich kids. He did it for the simple reason that he liked having a lot friends and being popular.

When he was old enough to go to school, his parents sent him to a private school only the rich kids could afford. Very fast he made friends with everyone and became the most popular person in school. Everyone loved Duo because of his great personality, not to mention that he looked beautiful as well.

Duo was thin and tall with long chestnut hair always neatly folded in a braid. His hair was beautiful, but the most intriguing thing about the boy were his huge violet eyes. They were always full of emotion. That's why he couldn't hide his feelings- his eyes alway gave him away. He looked absolutely breath taking.


But not everyone was rich and happy like Duo. There were many poor Americans and even more poor immigrants. Most of them couldn't even get a job because they didn't have a proper education, they were too young, or sometimes for the simple fact that they were immigrants.

One of those families was the Yuy family. They came to America from Japan hoping to find a better place to live. When they came, they realized they were wrong and that they should have stayed in Japan, but didn't have enough money to return.

The Yuy family had three members. Mother, father and a son. The boy's name was Heero. When they came to America, he was very young, so he could speak English very well. Not as well as Japanese, of course, but at least he didn't have a characteristic accent.

Heero was a very bright child, but his parents didn't have enough money to provide him with an education. He could see that they felt guilty for it, and he felt bad for making them feel that way. But, regardless of all that, the Yuy family was happy most of the time.


But, nothing lasts forever.

One day when Heero was about seventeen years old his life changed forever. He was in their small messy apartment when he heard a siren outside. He looked through the window and saw a police car.

It was unusual to see police in that part of the city. Only the poor lived there, so nobody stole from them and still they weren't that poor that they would have to steal. He was even more surprised to see the car stop in front of the building he lived in. When he heard a knock on the door, he didn't know what to think. He just stared at the door for a few moments, when another knock brought him back and he walked to the door and opened it.

On the other side of the door stood a tall police officer. He looked at the boy and then quickly looked away as if he was feeling really uncomfortable. And then he spoke.

"Are you Heero Yuy?"


He looked at Heero again. He felt so sorry for the boy. He hated that he had to be the one to tell him. He sighed and started.

"There's been an accident... Your parents died on the way to the hospital. I'm really sorry."

Heero just stared at the officer. His face was pale and a tear was falling down his right cheek. The man was saying something, but Heero couldn't hear him anymore. He closed his eyes and all he could see were his parents. Playing with him, his mother kissing him good night and tucking him in bed, his father sitting at a table and explaining him maths... And then he fainted.

The policeman caught him and brought him inside. He laid Heero on the bed and sat in a nearby chair waiting for him to wake up.


Heero woke up after an hour. He sat up on the bed whipping away the tears from his face with his hand at the same time. He looked at the blond man sitting in the chair next to his bed and asked what happened.

"Um, well as I said there's been an accident. A car accident. A drunk man hit your parents..."

"Do you know who?"

He stayed quiet for a moment. He did know, but he had strict orders not to tell anyone about that. But at the same time for some reason he felt like he needed to tell the truth to the Japanese boy. He needed to know who killed his parents.

"I'm sorry... I can't tell you that"

"Please, officer. I need to know."

"I know how you must feel, but..."

There was a long moment of silence and then he continued.

"It was a very rich man. One of the most powerful people in the country and that's why he's probably going to get away with it..."

"Just tell me who is it!"

Heero's voice was desperate. Cobalt blue eyes were becoming blurred with tears once again.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he finally spoke again.

"Solo Maxwell."

He took Heero's hand and looked deep into his eyes.

"I'm really sorry about your loss and I promise I'll do everything I can to make him pay for what he's done, but I'm afraid that's not much."

Heero just nodded.

"Thank you, officer."

"It's ok. And my name is Quatre Winner. You can call me Quatre if you want."

"Well then, thank you, Quatre."

He got off the bed and walked to the center of the small room. Then he turned around and looked at the blond young man. Quatre was still sitting in the chair and looking at him. His aqua blue eyes were filled with care and worry. He'd known the boy for only a little more than an hour, but Heero felt like he had a strong bond with him already. And it was obvious that the blond felt the same way. He felt as if they were friends for years.

"Can I see my parents now?"

Quatre jumped out of the chair.

"Of course! I'll drive you."

Heero nodded and motioned to the door.


In the next few days Quatre was coming to see Heero and help him deal with the loss of his parents. After a week Heero was feeling a lot better and they were already very good friends. And then Heero decided to ask the question that wouldn't leave his head since that day.

"What will happen to Maxwell?"

Quatre frowned and looked at Heero apologetically.


He said simply and turned his gaze to stare at the ground.

"But... You promised..."

"I promised I will do what I can, and there was nothing I could do. I tried... But he's just too rich and powerful. He practically owns the police. No one can touch him."

Heero was fuming with anger. It was so unfair. How can someone get away with murder just because he's rich. He had to do something... But what?

Quatre brought him back from his thoughts.



"Don't do anything stupid, ok? I can see you are angry, and I can understand that, but if you try to hurt Mr. Maxwell or his family I won't be able to help you."

"I know."

That didn't assure Quatre, but he decided to drop it. He thought that Heero wasn't crazy to try something against the man the police could do nothing to.


After following Quatre home, Heero continued walking down the empty streets thinking. Thinking about his life, about the recent events, about the future. What was he going to do? He tried to get a job, but no one would hire him. Quatre promised to help him out, but he couldn't live like that forever. He hated having to accept anyone's help, but he knew he didn't have a choice. If he didn't want to starve to death, that is.

Completely caught up in his thoughts, he walked by numerous residential buildings and stores. He was still in the part of the city the rich people lived in. He loved coming there as a child. It made him feel important in some strange way. Even he couldn't explain it. He just loved being there. But now, he didn't pay attention to any of it.

Passing by a Hi-Fi store he glanced in the window and stopped dead in his tracks. On one of the TV sets was the man who killed his parents. He was smiling as if he didn't have a worry in the world. As if he wasn't a murderer.

That made Heero even angrier than he was before, if it was possible. He wanted to make that man feel sorry for what he'd done... But he couldn't do anything but glare at him. So he just stood there, cobalt eyes filled with pain and rage fixed on the screen, and listened to Solo Maxwell talk about the success of his new company. And then he mentioned something about his family. He said that the most important thing in the world for him was his son.

That gave Heero an idea. He will kidnap the boy. That way Mr. Maxwell will know how it feels to lose someone you love, even if it was just for some time, and he'll get him back. And the journalist was asking questions as if he knew what Heero needed to know. He asked a couple of questions about the boy, and Heero found out which school he was going to, that his name was Duo and that they were about the same age. All he needed now was a plan. He thought as he headed home.


~End Part One

So, um... What do you think? Should I continue, or just forget about it? Tell me, I really, really need to know if anyone likes it. If it's bad, send me criticism, tell me what to change to make my writing better. Thanx for reading ^_^